Ann: A Love Story Ch. 07

"Did what?" I said, wanting her to say it.

"You sucked your cum out of me. That is so fucking hot!"

"Let me get this straight. You have no problem taking my cock, right after I've plowed you in the ass, and sucking it into your mouth until I cum. But what I just did is out of the ordinary?"

"Well, when you put it like that!" she said with a little laugh.

We walked out to the kitchen to find 'Sophie' busy finishing up brunch. It was actually breakfast; eggs, bacon, sausage links, hash browns, pancakes and toast, all spread out on the bar for us buffet style. But since it was almost 11:00, we went with brunch. As Jill put more eggs on the plate, standing in her black leather outfit and long black heeled boots, I couldn't help but smile.

"Sophie, you might be the sexiest dominatrix chef I've ever had cook me breakfast," I said as I took a plate.

Jill had taken her plate and was already at the table eating. She nodded as she took the fork from her mouth, being polite not to talk while she was eating.

"Thanks, Neil. Did you enjoy the show last night?"

"Hell, yes. I have to tell you, you two have a very good eye for detail. It was amazing how well you pulled that off; and without any practice."

Jill blushed. "I wouldn't say that. I've done that scene dozens of times when no one was around. I WAS amazed at how well Dawn did her part, though. That was new."

"Was it what you hoped it would be?" I asked. Dawn sat up a little in her chair, the virtual pins and needles taunting her as she wondered what the answer would be to a question she didn't have the nerve to even bring up.

"It was better. Dawn, you were amazing. I know that was way out of your comfort zone, and I know you had a lot of reservations. But you were great, and I love you for doing it for me."

"You're welcome, sis. And if it's any consolation, I know I'll have a few erotic dreams about that pussy of yours."

They didn't say any more about it, and I was fairly certain they wouldn't in the future. It was going to be tucked away as a naughty memory between the two of them, under the guise of a performance treat for two horny guys. And that made me wonder.

"Where's Mark?"

"Who?" Jill asked, looking up from her empty plate with a twinkle in her eye.

She got up and walked to the kitchen, washing it off in the sink and placing it in the dishwasher.

"Mark. Where is he?"

Jill grabbed a tray from a cupboard and set it on the counter. Picking up another plate, she started piling food onto it. She looked up and saw I wasn't getting it, so she put down the plate and walked to the side of the bar so her entire body was in view. Striking a sexy pose, she reached up and ran her fingers through the reddish strands of the wig.

"I'm sorry. I don't know who you're talking about."

I smiled. "No...it was my mistake. I meant Anthony. Where is he?"

"Oh. He's still in the bedroom. He was having some trouble getting out of bed this morning."

Dawn played along, saying "Too tired?"

"Too tied," Jill said with a haunting laugh as she took the tray back to her bedroom.

Dawn and I had some more to eat as we sat quietly, listening to the sounds of Sophie feeding Anthony his brunch. Jill had left the door open, but we really had no desire to peek. We'd seen enough the night before, and so we were content with the audio version.

Dawn and I cleaned up the kitchen for Jill. It was the least we could do for the wonderful spread she made us. While we worked, I was prepared for some carefree small talk to divert us from the sounds coming from the back room. Dawn got melancholy instead.

"Neil?"

"Yes, lover."

"When do you have to leave?" she said, looking up at me.

"When do you want me to leave?" I asked, trying to make light what we knew was fast coming to an end all too soon.

Dawn smiled, but not as bright as I'd become used to. "I'm afraid you don't want me to answer that question honestly."

"I know, Dawn. I feel the same way. But we both know..."

"Yes, I do. So let's not say it, okay. So really, when do you have to leave?"

"I have to be at work at 7:00 in the morning, and it's a three hour drive."

"So, you're leaving right after the game, huh?"

"What? Hell no, baby. I've already come to terms with the fact that tomorrow is going to suck, on a whole lot of levels. Lack of sleep is going to be one of them. I want every second I can get with you before I have to go."

"So...what time is that?"

"Well, the only real thing I'm worried about is falling asleep on the way home. So it can't be ridiculously late. I was thinking in the neighborhood of 11:00. That will get me home around 2:00. I'll just have to take a nap after work."

Dawn perked up. She was mentally going through how much time we really had left. It was less than 12 hours, which seemed like a lot of time, and nowhere near enough. Death row inmate was what came to mind. But Dawn was looking at a half full glass, and challenged me once again.

"You know, we have to win this game at 3:00."

I wanted to win. But at this point, it was more important personally to me to be with Dawn after it was over. I didn't get what she meant.

"It's double elimination, Neil. We have to win the first game, so we don't have to play a second one."

Now I WAS motivated, and she saw it. Suddenly, winning took on a whole new importance for me. It wasn't about the trophy. It was about the time we had left together.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dawn had spelled it out very succinctly. We needed to win that first game for us to have more time together. As those words sank in, I suddenly had that determined game face on, psyching myself up to play. I'm as competitive as the come on the field, and I'd won way more than I'd lost in my life. But I'd never played for stakes that seemed so important to me.

I felt a hand slip through the robe I was wearing, searching for my cock, which wasn't hard to find. Playfully stroking it, Dawn scooted her chair closer to mine.

"Easy, lover. We still have a few hours BEFORE the game. Let's not waste those."

We kissed, and the tender moment was broken by another loud slap, followed by a hair-raising scream coming from the back room. We looked at each other, and practically read each other's minds.

"We got to get out of here," Dawn said. I was nodding as she said it.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked her.

"Well, we have about three hours. But I want to spend it together, not around other people."

"Me too. Do you have any ideas?"

She shook her head.

"Do they have a Turkish bath around here?"

"A what?" Dawn asked, like I'd just requested an all expenses paid trip to Mars.

"I don't know," I said with a laugh, "I was just thinking about how nice it would be to get a massage and a steam bath. I'm sore. I'm not sure why that popped in my head. I kind of scared myself with that one. But I can't sit here and listen to Mark screaming for the next couple of hours."

Dawn's eyes lit up.

"How about a Jacuzzi?"

"That would be great. Do you know somebody that has one?"

"Well, not exactly. But I know the perfect place...I just don't have the money right now."

Dawn lost that little glimmer, and I picked up her up, just like a teammate should.

"I just got done asking you about a Turkish bath, babe. I can't believe that even came into my mind. I guess it just sounded better than saying a massage parlor. But neither one would have been free. So I'm asking, what do you have in mind, lover?"

Dawn told me about a local hotel that was very close to Mark's on the West Side of Ann Arbor. It's not a chain, but it's like a local legend, especially their prime rib dinners. But the part that made it so attractive to us is that they have a lot of rooms that had Jacuzzi's right in the rooms.

"Go make the call, lover. See if we can get in."

Dawn went to the kitchen counter and picked up the phone. In ten minutes, we had a reservation. Hanging up, she jumped into my arms.

"Oh my GOD! I've always wanted to stay there. The room's ready now. Let's go!"

As we packed up what we needed for the game, she grabbed some other things and threw them in another bag. We were out the door in 10 minutes and literally in the hotel lobby in fifteen. I had handed my credit card to the girl at the receptionist desk. Dawn was next to me, holding on to my arm.

"You know, Dawn, were not really staying here," I said, trying to make sure she didn't have any misunderstanding.

"I know. But it didn't sound very ladylike to say I've always wanted to fuck here."

I cracked up, more because the girl overheard her than anything else. She looked up from the paperwork she was filling out.

"Uh...do you want the room for the night?"

"Do I get a discount if I say no?"

"No. We're not that kind of hotel, sir."

"Do you have beds?"

"Of course," she said, like I'd just returned from Mars.

"Then trust me, you're that kind of hotel. Just because you're upscale, doesn't mean people aren't checking in here just to fuck."

She turned red, and Dawn snickered.

"Don't worry. I'll take the room for the night," I said to the girl, who was trying to find a foxhole to duck in to.

As I signed for the room, Dawn got a look at the charge. Her hand covered her mouth in shock, and she whispered, "Neil, that's too much to spend on me."

"I'm not spending it on you, lover. I'm spending it on us, and a memory. And sometimes, the better the memory, the more it costs." Dawn let out a little sigh, and so did the girl behind the desk. She handed me the key, and I thanked her.

Dawn and I went out and drove around to the entrance nearest our room. We went up the back elevator with our bags, making out like teenagers as we waited for our floor.

"I can't believe you said that to her," Dawn said as we walked down the hall.

"Why? You're the one who said you always wanted to fuck here. I just made sure she knew I had an amazing girl on my arm, and I have every intention of fucking her. I bet she'll be thinking about that for a while."

"So will I! But what are you going to do with the room tonight though? It seems like such a waste of money."

"Stop that. Besides, I want you, and I'm not sure I could have functioned if I had to hear any more of Sophie and Anthony."

"I hear you. That was getting strange."

My little light bulb popped on in my head, and Dawn saw the 100-watt glow.

"What?" she asked.

"I know what to do with the room.'

"What's that?"

"You and I have some fun now, and then, after the game, we give it to Mark and Jill as a thank you. And that will let us spend the rest of the night together alone at your place, unless you'd rather come back here."

"No...that's perfect. You're right. We'll both be more comfortable there. We'd get the house all to ourselves, like it was ours! And it would be a nice gift for Jill and Mark. I don't think they've ever been here either, and they'd get to spend the night."

I put the key in the door to open it. "Plus, your place is closer to my home, so I won't have as long a drive."

"Yeah, by like five minutes," Dawn said with a chuckle

"Five minutes longer I get to be with you, lover," I said as I kissed her at the threshold of the suite. I thought about carrying her over it, but that seemed a little too trite. She seemed relieved that I didn't. Instead, I took her hand and led her inside. It was a beautiful room on the top floor. Inside, there was a King-sized bed, and a very nice sized Jacuzzi already simmering at the proper temperature to sooth aches and pains. I closed the door, but didn't lock it. I didn't see the need at the moment, since it was so early in the day, but it never really crossed my mind. I was too focused on finally being alone with my lover. I took Dawn into my arms, and we embraced for the longest time. Just holding each other, feeling each other breathe. I felt needed, and wanted. It was amazing that I was in a hotel room with a woman I'd known less than 48 hours, and yet I felt I'd known her forever. I was also amazed we hadn't ripped each other's clothes off the moment I shut the door.

Finally, we both pulled back to look at each other. I was going to ask Dawn what she wanted to do, but she took the lead.

"Take off your clothes lover, and turn down the sheets. I'll be out in a minute."

I wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she went into the bathroom like that, she came out in a blond wig with an ass greased to go. Of course, she could just as easily come out with a red wig too. I shivered at the thought of that.

I was lying on the bed, trying to look as sexy as possible, and failing miserably. It's amazing how women can lounge nude pretty much any way they want to, and pull it off and look so sensuous and alluring with seemingly minimal effort. When a guy does it, he just looks like a dork. It's a case where a guy would look so much better with just a little more on, or if he was partially covered.

And that's what I did. Lying on my side, I covered my privates and lower leg with the sheet, and I had my upper leg slightly bent. I was looking towards the bathroom with my hand holding up my head. It appeared to be the right decision. When Dawn peeked her head around the corner, she actually caught breath.

"You are such a sexy man," she said as she growled at me. I doubt she would have thought that if I'd just been posing naked.

Walking out from behind the wall, Dawn was now naked, which I expected. She also had put her hair up showing her long shapely neck. It astounded me how different so looked, and how that subtle little alteration changed the mood of both of us. She was breathtaking, and I had to tell her.

"Dawn, you take my breath away," I said as she walked toward me.

She flashed her killer smile. In her hands was a large bottle of baby oil, and some towels. She threw several bath towels near the Jacuzzi, and brought hand towels with her to the bed. Crawling up on the massive bed with me, she leaned down and kissed me, pulling at the sheet to reveal my straining hard on.

"Is that for me?" she said in mock surprise.

"It's not only for you, it's because of you, lover."

"Well, you'll have to wait a little bit. On your stomach, babe."

I did as she wanted, but asked what we were doing.

"You wanted to go to a Turkish bath."

"That was just a silly idea. I don't even know what a Turkish bath is, really."

"Well, you mentioned a steam bath, and we're substituting the Jacuzzi for that. But you also mentioned a message, and that's something I can do. So lie still and let me take care of those sore muscles."

Dawn spent the next 15 minutes giving me a deep body massage. It wasn't intended to be sexual, but it was. She worked on every part of my body she could touch, and I was totally oiled up when she finished. I'd never felt anything like it.

"Flip over, lover," she said with a Swedish accent.

"You'll need the blond wig for that accent," I said with a smile.

"Not necessarily. There's a brunette in ABBA."

She had me there.

Dawn gave me the same treatment on the front as she did on the back, carefully avoiding my bobbing hard on. I had to admit, she was really, really good. I was relaxed, and definitely felt looser.

"There. Feel better?" she asked as she sat up on her knees; hands on her thighs.

"Considerably. Now it's your turn!"

I sprang up and gently moved Dawn to her stomach, and started working on her lithe body. Starting at her shoulders, I put some baby oil between the blades. I used far too much to start, but I worked it down her body using my hands as a squeegee. I loved massaging her back, feeling her muscles actually loosen up from the kneading my fingers were doing. The way she would moan made my cock flinch several times.

I have to admit, it was hard when I got to her firm ass. I wanted to slide my rigid cock between her legs so bad, but I knew I needed to finish. With my prick pulsing as I moved down her body, I dribbled my own lotion onto her skin, rubbing it in, slickening her up. When I finished with her feet, I had her flip over.

The look in Dawn eyes was hypnotic. Her lids were heavy; mere slits letting little light in. But her irises were glowing, like cat's eyes in the dark. I started at her feet where I left off, and worked my way up oiling and rubbing along the way. Following her lead, I carefully avoided her crotch, even though she subconsciously spread her legs wider to allow me access.

Dawn's flat stomach and rib cage took some time, making sure I didn't skip any area there. I did move past her chest, moving to her arms and shoulders. She sighed knowing she had to wait longer for me to touch something that might ignite her fire, which was smoldering beneath the surface like lava looking for an opening to escape.

I took the lotion bottle and held it above her right breast, and slowly poured a tiny thread of its contents onto her nipple. It spread over her mound, appearing like clear syrup over ice cream. Doing the same to the other breast, I coated them, and set down the bottle for a moment.

Dawn closed the tiny space of her eyelids as I worked my way around her big chest. They felt so smooth and firm under my touch. The slickness of her nipples made it difficult to pinch them, but the way they were sliding through my fingers made her squirm.

"How do you feel, lover?" I asked when I finished.

"Horny, babe. Really, really, horny. We're making a real mess of this bed, I'm afraid."

"That's what housekeeping is for," I said as I grabbed the bottle and squirted some on her crotch. She held out her hands, and I poured a generous amount into her open palms. Grabbing my shaft, she coated it like she had the rest of my body. I did the same to her pussy, and that was the spark we needed.

We slid together, rubbing our oiled skin against each other. I'd never experienced anything so sensual in my life. It was messy; it was also steamy. It was hard to hold each other, but that made fighting for a grip that much more exciting. We started with Dawn on top, and she bounced her heart out on my granite pole. I'd never felt so kinky, and Dawn couldn't stop smiling as she looked at my shiny chest.

"I can't believe we're doing this," she said as she rode my cock.

I grabbed her by the back and rolled her over, practically sliding across the stained sheets. We WERE making a mess. Her pussy was so slick from the coating that we both had trouble staying connected. I slipped out several times, and almost slid into her ass once. That wouldn't have been a huge problem, but I wanted her pussy, and her groans of pleasure told me she agreed when I entered her again.

I started making very short strokes, and compensated for the lack of traction by leaning down and putting my arms under her back, pulling her tight. We let our bodies rub against each other as we fucked, and that proved to be the best thing we could have done all oiled up. The sensations caused by the friction that our entire bodies were creating were orgasmic in and of itself; which led to the real thing.

Dawn started cumming, and wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me close. I kept up the short stabbing motion, and felt my slickened balls contract.

"CUM WITH ME NEIL!" Dawn screamed, alerting the maids that we were in our room.

I did, spewing a torrent of fresh jism deep into the slick slit between Dawn's pretty legs.

We lay there, holding each other and breathing deeply. I was sure we were sweating, but it was hard to tell with all the baby oil that covered us. I felt hot. Sexy hot.

"That was fun!" Dawn said I pulled up a little.

"Shower," I said, and then nodded toward the hot tub.

"Okay...but let's make it a cool one. I want to warm up with you in there."

So we did. It wasn't a cold shower. That would have been a real downer after what we'd just done. So we went with lukewarm, and scrubbed and scrubbed. It took longer that we thought for the soap to break down the oil, but we finally got cleaned, and headed out for a dip in the hot tub. We stopped in our tracks, and both of us started laughing.