Unspoken Pleasure

Her eyes spoke volumes as if she was about to drop to her knees and change my answer to that question forever, yet just then I received a text. "Saved by the text," she joked.

Reluctantly, my dick ready to explode in my pants, I checked the text, it was only one word:

Yummy.

Her one word answer was ironic on many levels.

Mia asked, "You have official permission to suck and fuck a Shemale's cock?"

No longer surprised by her bluntness, I answered, "Apparently I do."

"Delicious," she said again, just as we reached our floor.

That night, we both went our separate ways. I met some of the guys for drinks, while Mia went out to go do whatever it is she does.

All night, of course, I couldn't get Mia out of my mind. I got back to the hotel around midnight and was surprised, although I shouldn't have been, and disappointed, although I should have been thankful that the temptation wasn't available, to see that Mia wasn't there.

I went to bed and woke up hours later to Mia coming into the room.

"Morning sunshine," she greeted.

I groggily looked at the clock.noveldrama

"Oh, morning wood. Is that for me?" she asked.

"They say a cock a day keeps the doctor away," I quipped.

"I hadn't heard that," she laughed. "Although if that is true I am a very, very healthy person."

"Get showered, I need breakfast," she ordered.

"You sound like my wife," I said, my wife bossy and crusty until she has had her breakfast.

"Hurry up," she sighed.

"Again, just like Mary," I said, getting out of bed in only my underwear.

"Huh!" She asked.

"Huh, what?" I asked.

"Just assumed you were a boxers type of guy," she said, checking me out in my briefs, my stiff cock outlined rather well for her to check out.

"Like my junk to be secured," I said.

"Good to know," she smiled, going to the washroom.

I quickly got dressed, still feeling surreal about the whole weekend. There was no doubt the level of flirtation had elevated from playful to something dangerous.

At breakfast, the surprises just kept on coming. After twenty minutes of generic conversation, I asked, "So did you get lucky last night?"

"She did," she answered.

I gasped, surprised after she said she didn't like cunt yesterday, "You're bi?"

She looked directly into my eyes and said, as if challenging me, "I believe everyone is bi... given the opportunity."

My cock hard again because of Mia's naughty words, I asked, "Are you more straight or bi?"

"Depends on the day," she shrugged. "I like to believe I'm an equal opportunist when it comes to pleasure."

"You really are insatiable," I smiled.

"Oh, that is one way to put it," she smiled.

We finished eating in silence before she asked, "Would you like to see the hot little eager slut I fucked last night?" I loved how she talked like a man.

"Sure," I shrugged, trying to not look overly excited when in truth I was dying to see.

She handed me her phone.

I stared at a beautiful blonde who couldn't be more than twenty, on her knees.

I joked, "Is she even out of high school?"

"First year of college," she answered proudly, like a guy would when bragging about his latest conquest.

"Very impressive," I said, approvingly, curious how she seduced her. "How did you get her?"

"I always get what I want," she answered, her eyes again bearing into me. I felt like she was the hunter and I the prey.

I asked, as I adjusted my cock under the table, "Are you ever rejected?"

Never!" she answered, before adding, "would you reject me?"

"Not if I was single," I answered.

She was silent a moment before she stood up and said, "I have fucked a lot of married people too, Robert."

She walked away, allowing her words to linger there, as I processed the rather blunt statement. She had pretty much offered herself to me. Part of me was turned on, Mia is a beautiful woman: yet, another part of me was pissed at her for tempting me, especially because she was good friends with my wife; yet another part of me was pissed at Mary for putting me in this predicament in the first place.

After paying for breakfast, I returned to the hotel room to see Mia sleeping in my bed. I showered and went for a walk, trying to clear my head and resist the temptation.

Did Mary know just how aggressive Mia would be? Was Mia just being incredibly flirtatious or did she have ulterior motives? Was Mary serious about being with another women if the opportunity arose? There were so many strange coincidences that had my head spinning with possibilities and consequences.