Lustly(29)

“What do you like to read?”

“Romance novels, of course.” I giggled to myself. “I like to read that someone is getting a happy ending.” Then I laughed again imagining a different kind of happy ending. Leave it to my nerves to make me feel even more uneasy.

“Don’t be nervous. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

The recorded voice didn’t make me feel any more comfortable, but somehow I believed that I wasn’t in danger. Still, the mother in me needed everything laid out on the table. “What is it that you want from me?”

“Whatever you’re willing to give me.”

He was crazy if he thought I’d jump in the sack after five minutes alone in a hotel room, if that’s what he was implying. “That’s hard to determine when you won’t let me see you.”

“Does it matter how I look?” Then I felt bad about saying it.

“Of course not. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I would rather you like me for the person I am when you’re with me, rather than the face I hold.”

“Maybe I’d feel better if you were blindfolded too,” I sarcastically suggested.

“Am I supposed to forget how utterly beautiful you are? I don’t think I could ever do that.”

“That’s flattering.”

“It’s true. I knew I had to have you from the first moment I saw you.”

“Can you tell me where we met?”

“No.” He was very fast to answer.

“Do you know my real name?”

“Maybe.”

“What’s your first name?” I felt very confused. This was supposed to be anonymous. He knew that as much as I did, yet he was admitting that he might know who I really was. “If you know who I am then why can’t I know who you are?”

“If I promise to tell you my name after three meets, will you accept that?”

“Do I have a choice?” I needed the money, and I was already screwing this up. I was terrible at being a whore. I guess I should have watched some documentaries or maybe some Skinemax at least a couple times to brush up on sexual innuendos, and conversations.

“When you act vulnerable your face tightens. I can see it even while you’re wearing the mask. To answer your question, you always have a choice.”

“Are you able to speak?”

The room got quiet and I assumed that I upset him. I sat there with my hands folded until I felt hot breath on my ear. “Yes,” he whispered.

It scared the shit out of me and I jumped and turned around. With one hand on the mask, ready to take it off, he placed his over mine, stopping me. “Don’t,” he whispered again.

“Why are you whispering? Do we know each other?”

Instead of moving away, he grabbed both of my hands and pulled me close to him. I felt terrified, like I was definitely in over my head. Ms. Cybil was going to get an earful from me when this man finally left.

To be honest, I knew I could take off the mask and see who he was. Maybe there was this part of me that didn’t want to know. It was like seeing him made it all real and not knowing allowed me to pretend that it wasn’t really happening. One hand let go of mine and then fingers trailed over my lips. I could smell gum or mouthwash on his breath, as if he’d just put it in before stepping in the door. He took my hand and brought it up to his face. I let him guide my fingers over his eyes, his nose, and then his mouth. His face was clean shaved, and he had no beard or moustache.

Just as my fingers finished coasting over his bottom lip for the second time he kissed them. When I didn’t move he kissed the back of my hand and spun me around, so that I wasn’t facing him. His arms lifted and both touched my shoulders, and then ran down my skin simultaneously. I could feel goose bumps forming from being petrified, and sensitive.

He moved my hair to the side and kissed my shoulder lightly. I turned my neck to allow him to do it again. His tongue brushed over my shoulder and then across the back of my hair line.

The zipper to my dress was moving down before I even knew he had a hand on it. “I’m scared,” I whispered. “You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I asked.

“No sex,” He whispered back. “Promise.”

While trying to focus on the man’s voice that he clearly wasn’t revealing to figure out if I even knew who he was or if he was just making me think I did, I allowed him to unzip my dress. With ease it fell to the floor, leaving me in only a bra and panties. My hose were only for added sexiness. I’d bought them years ago and never even tried them out for Charlie. Here I was bearing all to a complete stranger who was promising not to have sex with me, even if he was paying a ton of money for two hours of my time. It really made no sense.

Unless he was impotent.

Maybe he couldn’t get it up and having me come in was his way of seeing if the cock would respond to me differently. I really didn’t know, and I wasn’t about to ask him about it.

My bra was unhooked and I felt my breasts being freed as it fell to my feet. The stranger spun me around but didn’t touch me. I started to put my hands over my chest and he grabbed them. “Don’t,” He said softly. “Just let me look at you. I want to see all of you,” he whispered.

When I let my hands fall to the side he’d already put his thumbs in my panty line. I was shaking terribly, trying my hardest not to cry. Slowly, he pulled them down over my hips. I felt so naked. I mean, I know I was naked besides the thigh high stockings, but this was different. It was like when you’re walking down a dark ally and you know someone is watching you. It was creepy.