“You know,” he said with a dreamy look in his eyes. “There is a better way for a man to eat chocolate off a woman, but it can’t be done in a restaurant, or you get thrown out.”
He winked and I laughed with him. Laughing must have made my tits bounce because Mr Barnes moved closer to me and whispered in my ear.
“I always thought that you were supposed to wear black bras under black dresses. But that red suits your creamy skin.”
“What colour do you think would suit me best, Mr Barnes?”
“That’s not for me to say. Now, if you’re finished let’s pay and go back to our rooms. I think we could both do with an early night.”
I could have kicked myself. I’d gone too far with that comment. He wasn’t interested in me at all. My pussy was aching. I was dripping wet. We went back to our rooms in silence. When I’d opened my door Mr Barnes reached forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I was close to tears. He saw me as a child. I’d never wanted him more and he seemed oblivious to the fact that I was a sexual being. Well, it wasn’t over yet. I had one more trick up my sleeve tonight.
I pulled off my dress and inspected myself in the mirror. My bra had slipped down a little and I could see the outline of pink just above it. There was a dark stain on my thong from my pussy juices that didn’t seem to be able to stop flowing. I released my long, blonde locks. I took a deep breath and then I kicked the base of the bed as hard and as loud as I could. I quickly sat down on the floor, facing the adjoining door, with one leg straight and the other one bent up against my breasts, showing off my wet patch and then I grabbed hold of my toes and started crying.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” I cried as loud as I dared. “I’ve broken my foot.”
The door opened and Mr Barnes was there. He’d taken his shirt off, showing off a muscular chest with a soft brown mat. His belt was also undone. He ran up to me and kneeled in front of me.
“What’s up, Millie? What happened?” He looked genuinely concerned and I felt a little ashamed, but I didn’t care.
“I accidentally hit the bed with my foot. I think I’ve broken a toe. Ow, ow, ow… It really hurts.”
“Let go of it and let me have a look,” he said and I released my foot, only to feel his warm hands on it. “You haven’t broken it, but I think you might have a bruise there in the morning.”
“Are you sure?” I sobbed.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He caressed my leg and moved to stand up when something made him sit down again.
“I was right,” he smiled at me.
“About what?” I asked, not following him.
“About two things.”
“What two things?”
“That your red lingerie looks really good against your milky white skin.” He paused and looked at me. “And that your locks below match the colour of the locks on your head.”
I looked down and noticed that my low cut thong had slid even lower when Mr Barnes was checking my foot. I leaned on one hand, knowing that the position would show more of my pussy hair and also make my bra strap fall down. I wasn’t disappointed. Without any words I leaned even further, causing the top of my bra to start falling, showing the top of my rock hard nipple.
“You’re really sexy, Millie,” Mr Barnes said with a smile. “And you know what would be sexier?”
“What?” I answered breathlessly.
“If you took off that lacy bra so that I can see just how beautiful your tits are.”
I reached behind and released the clasps. I shook off my bra and sat up straight.
“They’re so firm,” Mr Barnes smiled. “So round and firm, like little mounds with cherries on top. Do you still have your cherry, Millie, or has one of the boys in your classed managed to get into your pants yet?”
“I still have my cherry.”
“Good.” He smiled and looked between my legs. “You know, I think your pussy might catch a chill if you wear wet underwear like that. Stand up and let me help you out of them.”
Without a word I stood up and hardly breathed as I felt Mr Barnes’s fingers hook under my thongs and slowly pull them down, caressing my thighs as he did. I stepped out of them and he brought them up to his nose and smelled them.
“You have a wonderful musky scent, Millie,” he smiled and rubbed the wet patch against his lips. “And you taste good too.”
Mr Barnes stood up and let my thongs fall on top of my bra that was still lying on the floor. My tits were pointing straight at him and my nipples were less than an inch from his hairy chest.
“I guess I should go to bed now,” he said. “Good night, Millie.”
I was shocked. After all that, with me naked in front of him, was he just going to go? He turned around and faced the door.
“But…” I started.
“But what, Millie?” he looked back over his shoulder.
“But what about me?”
“What about you? I’m not a mind-reader. You have to tell me what you want.”
“I want… you!”
“Me?”
“Yeah.”
“To do what, Millie?”
“To be with me. To touch me…” I couldn’t bring myself to saying what I really meant.
“If you want me to fuck you I need to hear it,” he said. “I need to hear you ask me to break your cherry, to fuck your virgin cunt, if that’s what you really want. Once you make your mind up, there’s no turning back.”
“Fuck me, Mr Barnes, please. I want your cock to be the first cock in my cunt.”
He turned around and took me into his arms. My tits were crushed against his chest as his mouth devoured mine, as his tongue explored my mouth.
“I’ve been waiting for you to be ready for me for so long. All your sexy outfits drove me mad. Wait here.”
He let go of me and went back to his room. Within seconds he came back, naked with a box of condoms and a tube. He placed both on the bedside table and walked back to me.
“Is mine the first cock you’ve seen?” he asked and my eyes moved down to where his tool was hanging, five inches long and already thicker than the three fingers I could just about squeeze into my cunt when playing with myself.
“Yes it is,” I answered truthfully.
“Touch it,” he said and placed my hand on it. I could feel it twitch as I wrapped my fingers around it. “Squeeze it and start moving your hand up and down.”
I did as I was told and gasped in surprise as he grew bigger and harder. It didn’t take him long to be over 8 inches and so thick I couldn’t get my hand around it. How on earth was that monster going to fit inside my tight cunt? He seemed to have read my mind.