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Best Served Cold - Chapter 21, Goodbye and Hello
We talked the next morning, about our future, and about sex. It seemed more comfortable somehow after our night of fantasy.
"Do you feel jealous, even once in a while, when I have sex with another man?" she had asked, out of the blue. "I know you like to hear my stories about them, but do you ever worry? That I might fall for one of them? Or that the sex might be, well, in your mind, 'too good'?"
I was surprised she wasn't convinced of my trust and confidence by that time. She had been fucking other men off and on for several years after Michael had moved on, entirely because I had given her my blessing since the time the real Michael had entered our lives.
"Have I given you any reason to think so?" I asked.
"No, never. But I can't help wondering sometimes. I'd always stop if you wanted me to. I hope you know that."
She was dressing as we talked, and I had hoped she'd wear the same outfit she wore the night before when we paraded back through the hotel lobby to check out. Instead, she had packed a fitted, copper-colored fall blouse and a pair of skin tight blue jeans. The blouse hugged her slim waist, emphasizing her bust and shoulders.
"Could you keep the bra and panties in your bag?" I begged. "I'd like showing you off a little at breakfast before we leave, even if it's just a hint of bare breasts under your blouse. I know a lot of business travelers stay here, and I'm sure it would make their day."
She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me while she unfastened and shrugged off her bra. "Well, I guess that answers my question then. And I can read your mind - you'd have me go to breakfast naked if I wouldn't be arrested, wouldn't you, you pervert?"
"I shamelessly admit that watching all the men in this hotel drool at your perfect, naked body would make my day."
"Seriously, David - you really don't ever get jealous, at all?"
I hadn't counted on how the blouse would thrust her breasts upward, straining the few buttons fastened over them. The open V at the top displayed bare inner curves of perfect, ivory flesh against the darker, silky material. The faint outline of her nipples beneath the fabric made my mouth water.
"I wouldn't call it jealousy, Linda. It's not that I don't think about some guy you might meet with a huge cock, or some fleeting infatuation you might have with a hot guy. But look at you - you're going to be faced with those temptations every day whether I'm okay with it or not. I see how men stare at you, how they want you. I'd rather you be honest about it, fuck him, and come back to what we have. You know how much I love beautiful things. In the past it was so tempting to own you, to try to possess you like some rare piece of art. We both know couples like that - and most of them aren't happy. Hell, sometimes I wonder if some of them ever fuck at all. So call it whatever you want - but the important thing is, I'm proud of you, who you are, and that you can enjoy sex with another man now and then when you can't resist him and not bring it crashing down on our heads later."
"I promise I'll always tell you about the men, David, all of them, every time. I'll never be the slut who fucks around behind your back. Besides, I love being your dirty little slut, making your cock sooo hard when I promise to be a very filthy girl," she told me, grinning.
I was disappointed that no one seemed to notice her breasts at breakfast. I asked her to get me another helping of eggs and bacon from the buffet so I could watch. At least I noticed, and sometimes that was more than enough to feed my fantasies. It did take a while for my erection to deflate before we could go to the front desk to check out. I never could watch her walk across a room full of men with her breasts dancing under her blouse without getting hard for her.
There was a chill in the air when we stepped outside. They had put up a wide, green awning over the main entrance of the Excelsior. The old red-and-white tower of a sign on the roof was gone and one of neon just outside the hotel entrance advertised the newly remodeled bar as "The Hot Spot - 50 Ways to Meet Your Lover." As we left, we turned to look at it again and laughed. The neighborhood was changing, and not for the better. Or maybe it was just our time to move on.
"I'm not sure if I'll miss the place or not," I told her as we walked back to our apartment.
"I won't," she assured me, without a hint of sentimentality. "It's infested with the past. Our future can't come soon enough."
On our way, we passed the former boutique where I had bought Linda's red party dress. The small window was now crowded with shoulder-to-shoulder mannequins wearing G-strings and see-through bras, displayed above rows of multicolored dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators. Even that didn't seem to dampen her spirits.
We crossed the street to a little park near our building and found the bench we used almost every day when we had first moved in. It had been a way to get to know the neighborhood and the people with history there. Little had changed; couples stopped to let us pet their dogs, and a kid was flying a kite in the wide, open space between rows of cedars at either end.
"We should go in," I said. "We leave tomorrow." Lots to do."
Linda took may hand and smiled at me. "Miles to go...," she recited, knowing I'd understand.
I couldn't resist taking her in my arms as we stood. It surprised her at first, but she fell into me and hugged me as though she might never let go.
"Was last night really everything you wanted it to be?" I asked. "I need to know."
It was my turn to be surprised when she looked up into my eyes as though she was peering inside me, seeing me for the very first time.
"David, you were wonderful. No - you were 'off the scale'."
END
We talked the next morning, about our future, and about sex. It seemed more comfortable somehow after our night of fantasy.
"Do you feel jealous, even once in a while, when I have sex with another man?" she had asked, out of the blue. "I know you like to hear my stories about them, but do you ever worry? That I might fall for one of them? Or that the sex might be, well, in your mind, 'too good'?"
I was surprised she wasn't convinced of my trust and confidence by that time. She had been fucking other men off and on for several years after Michael had moved on, entirely because I had given her my blessing since the time the real Michael had entered our lives.
"Have I given you any reason to think so?" I asked.
"No, never. But I can't help wondering sometimes. I'd always stop if you wanted me to. I hope you know that."
She was dressing as we talked, and I had hoped she'd wear the same outfit she wore the night before when we paraded back through the hotel lobby to check out. Instead, she had packed a fitted, copper-colored fall blouse and a pair of skin tight blue jeans. The blouse hugged her slim waist, emphasizing her bust and shoulders.
"Could you keep the bra and panties in your bag?" I begged. "I'd like showing you off a little at breakfast before we leave, even if it's just a hint of bare breasts under your blouse. I know a lot of business travelers stay here, and I'm sure it would make their day."
She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me while she unfastened and shrugged off her bra. "Well, I guess that answers my question then. And I can read your mind - you'd have me go to breakfast naked if I wouldn't be arrested, wouldn't you, you pervert?"
"I shamelessly admit that watching all the men in this hotel drool at your perfect, naked body would make my day."
"Seriously, David - you really don't ever get jealous, at all?"
I hadn't counted on how the blouse would thrust her breasts upward, straining the few buttons fastened over them. The open V at the top displayed bare inner curves of perfect, ivory flesh against the darker, silky material. The faint outline of her nipples beneath the fabric made my mouth water.
"I wouldn't call it jealousy, Linda. It's not that I don't think about some guy you might meet with a huge cock, or some fleeting infatuation you might have with a hot guy. But look at you - you're going to be faced with those temptations every day whether I'm okay with it or not. I see how men stare at you, how they want you. I'd rather you be honest about it, fuck him, and come back to what we have. You know how much I love beautiful things. In the past it was so tempting to own you, to try to possess you like some rare piece of art. We both know couples like that - and most of them aren't happy. Hell, sometimes I wonder if some of them ever fuck at all. So call it whatever you want - but the important thing is, I'm proud of you, who you are, and that you can enjoy sex with another man now and then when you can't resist him and not bring it crashing down on our heads later."
"I promise I'll always tell you about the men, David, all of them, every time. I'll never be the slut who fucks around behind your back. Besides, I love being your dirty little slut, making your cock sooo hard when I promise to be a very filthy girl," she told me, grinning.
I was disappointed that no one seemed to notice her breasts at breakfast. I asked her to get me another helping of eggs and bacon from the buffet so I could watch. At least I noticed, and sometimes that was more than enough to feed my fantasies. It did take a while for my erection to deflate before we could go to the front desk to check out. I never could watch her walk across a room full of men with her breasts dancing under her blouse without getting hard for her.
There was a chill in the air when we stepped outside. They had put up a wide, green awning over the main entrance of the Excelsior. The old red-and-white tower of a sign on the roof was gone and one of neon just outside the hotel entrance advertised the newly remodeled bar as "The Hot Spot - 50 Ways to Meet Your Lover." As we left, we turned to look at it again and laughed. The neighborhood was changing, and not for the better. Or maybe it was just our time to move on.
"I'm not sure if I'll miss the place or not," I told her as we walked back to our apartment.
"I won't," she assured me, without a hint of sentimentality. "It's infested with the past. Our future can't come soon enough."
On our way, we passed the former boutique where I had bought Linda's red party dress. The small window was now crowded with shoulder-to-shoulder mannequins wearing G-strings and see-through bras, displayed above rows of multicolored dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators. Even that didn't seem to dampen her spirits.
We crossed the street to a little park near our building and found the bench we used almost every day when we had first moved in. It had been a way to get to know the neighborhood and the people with history there. Little had changed; couples stopped to let us pet their dogs, and a kid was flying a kite in the wide, open space between rows of cedars at either end.
"We should go in," I said. "We leave tomorrow." Lots to do."
Linda took may hand and smiled at me. "Miles to go...," she recited, knowing I'd understand.
I couldn't resist taking her in my arms as we stood. It surprised her at first, but she fell into me and hugged me as though she might never let go.
"Was last night really everything you wanted it to be?" I asked. "I need to know."
It was my turn to be surprised when she looked up into my eyes as though she was peering inside me, seeing me for the very first time.
"David, you were wonderful. No - you were 'off the scale'."
END