Holding my curling iron in one hand, I turned to see his options. Both neckties were striped; in his right hand, Mitch had a gray, black, and white tie draped over his other, a gray and light pink tie. I pointed to the more colorful choice. "I think a little color would be good," I commented, pointing at the one with pink highlights. I also chose that one because the pink was nearly a perfect match for the lip color I had picked but not yet applied.
I returned to the mirror but could also see his reflection there. His skillful fingers moved almost like a conductor leading a symphony as he tied a perfect Windsor knot around his neck.
"You've done that before," I commented, looking at him in the mirror.
Mitch grinned and replied, "Yes, every day for the last thirty years."
He picked up his suit jacket and walked over to me. I heard him inhale deeply as he drew my fragrance into his nostrils. "I'm going to sit on the balcony and let you finish," he said.
"I'll try not to keep you waiting," I promised.
He turned and left the bedroom without saying another word, but I was sure his mind was racing, anticipating how he expected our evening together to unfold.
With two tight ringlets extending in front of my ears, I used my hairbrush to soften them, giving my hairstyle a sensuous look.
Finishing my make-up with a dazzling coat of pink on my lush lips, I opened another dresser drawer and picked up my silk stockings, a light gray color of fashion thigh highs. Gathering the silk fabric on my fingers, I carefully slipped my foot into the stocking and slid it up my shapely leg, making sure the seam was as straight as an arrow, repeating the process on the other leg. I stood up and smoothed both over my thighs, the lacy top hems grasping my thighs.
A black satin thong ensured my ass would appear as silky smooth as my legs once I slipped the black cocktail dress I'd selected over my head. The dress was chosen, knowing that I wanted my sensual eyes to not only hypnotize him but be his focal point for the entire time as we dined. My cocktail dress had a loose-fitting cowl neckline that softly rose over my shoulders and then plunged nearly to the small of my back. As it floated down over my braless chest, I felt the material cling to my nipples as they began to harden slightly. The dress reached nearly to my knees, covering enough of my luscious body to give me a sophisticated, alluring look while providing Mitch with my naked back to touch whenever he desired.
My most sexy pair of black stilettos, the ones with ankle straps, completed my wardrobe for dinner. After applying a spritz of a new perfume I'd purchased called Hypnotic Poison behind each ear, I gathered the essentials I would need to touch up my makeup and slipped them into a tiny black leather clutch. Before leaving the bedroom, I surveyed my reflection in the mirror. "Perfect." I thought as I checked the seams of my silk stockings one final time.
The lengthening shadows of another tropical evening began fading as I approached the fluttering sheer curtains at the door to our balcony.
"I've finished," I remarked, stopping short of the door.
Mitch stood up and turned toward my voice. I smiled widely at him as he paused momentarily to appreciate the partially obscured vision of loveliness visually. He moved forward, drawing the sheer fabric aside, and stepped into the room, his eyes slowly devouring every part of my appearance.
"Stunning, absolutely stunning," Mitch remarked as he smiled broadly at me.
I waited for a moment before asking. "Would you like to see the rest?"
Mitch just smiled and nodded his head.
I slowly turned around.
He gasped as the naked flesh of my back came into view. He was behind me momentarily, his hands gently resting on my hips. I again heard him inhale, this time savoring the sexy vanilla fragrance of my perfume and the lingering scent of strawberries. His lips moved next to my ear. "Your beauty stupefies me," he whispered.
I leaned against him, letting my intoxicating fragrance waft into his nostrils. He inhaled deeply again, then lightly kissed my ear.
"I can't wait to show you off," Mitch said as he moved to one side and slipped a hand onto the small of my back. Unlike the night before when his hand seemed to be stuck there, leaving me wondering if he found me sexy, tonight it made me yearn for more of his gentle touch.
"I'd like to buy you a cocktail before dinner," Mitch said as the light touch of his hand urged me to move toward the door.
As Mitch and I walked past James and Tiffany's suite, we heard a muffled scream of ecstasy.
I giggled and remarked. "It sounds like they might be skipping dinner."
I stepped into the elevator and turned around. Mitch pressed the lobby button and then leaned against the side wall of the car. I sensed his eyes roaming over my lush form. "You look incredible," he remarked.
I turned my head and smiled widely at him, acknowledging his compliment. As the car came to a stop, Mitch stepped forward and turned as the doors glided open. He offered his arm, which I happily accepted, gently placing my hand on his forearm.
It had been years since he had the chance to walk with such a stunning woman on his arm, and his gait was that of a man filled with pride. I gave his forearm a tender squeeze, hopefully sending him a message that I was ecstatic to serve as his trophy wife for the weekend.
Arm in arm, we strolled across the lobby toward Pelicano's, where we would begin what I was sure would be a most pleasurable evening. Pelicano's is the beachfront restaurant at the Royal Cancun, with a magnificent view of the white sand beach and blue Caribbean. The open setting provides guests with the romantic sounds of waves crashing against the beach and the gentle, warm ocean breeze.
As we entered the restaurant, Mitch remarked. "Pelicano's specializes in seafood," he explained why he chose this over the other seven restaurants throughout the resort.
"Good evening, sir," the maître d greeted us with a broad smile.
"A table for two, please," Mitch replied.
"The breeze is quite strong tonight. May I suggest a table nearer the center of the room?" the maître d asked.
I glanced at Mitch, who appeared to be waiting for me to decide. "We'd like to sit as close as possible to the beach," I said, knowing the sounds of the ocean and the breeze would add to the romantic setting, plus the fact that we may not have too many other guests nearby would allow me to be more risqué in my teasing of Mitch without embarrassing anyone.
Mitch grinned, confirming that he agreed with my choice, then placed his hand on the small of my back as we followed the maître d toward the open-air setting for our meal.
"Your waiter will be with you in a moment," the maître d stated, then added, "Please enjoy your meal."
Mitch, being the perfect gentleman, helped me with my chair, his smooth fingertips slowly sliding up my naked arms, sending a tingle along my spine. He moved to his left and sat next to me with his back to the remainder of the tables in the restaurant. We sat facing the lovely blue waters of the Caribbean with the sound of breaking waves nearby and the breeze fluttering my hair.
"I like having you close enough to touch you," I remarked as my delicate hand covered his.
Mitch concentrated on my sensuous eyes as we waited to order our drinks. "Your eyes seem to sparkle even more tonight," he remarked.
I just stared back into his eyes as my fingertips gently stroked the back of his hand.
"Good evening, my name is Ramon. Welcome to Pelicano's," our waiter greeted us as he stood across the table from me.
I smiled at him and replied, "Thank you, Ramon."
He returned my smile and then directed his attention to Mitch. "Can I get you a cocktail?" Ramon asked.
Mitch looked at me as he replied. "We're celebrating, so I believe a bottle of champagne is in order."
"Very good, sir," Ramon answered as he placed a menu before us.
As Ramon headed off, I returned my attention to Mitch. "What are we celebrating?" I asked.
He turned his hand over and gently held mine. As his eyes searched mine, he answered. "I should have said I'm celebrating. Your stunning beauty and my rekindled desire for sex."
I smiled broadly at him as I moved my other hand to hold his between mine, "And I'm celebrating your incredible talent to make me feel extraordinary."
Mitch reached out with his free hand and slid it along my jawline; his adoring caress made me shudder involuntarily.
Noticing my shudder, Mitch asked, "Is it too cool here?"
"No, it's fine; that's the second time you've caressed my face like that, and both times it made me shudder," I replied.
Mitch just smiled and pressed his hand firmer against my jaw. "I can hardly wait to caress you more," he whispered.
Ramon returned with our champagne and poured a small amount into one fluted glass after removing the cork with a resounding pop. "I hope this is to your liking, sir," he said while handing the glass to Mitch.
Mitch sipped the bubbly and immediately said, "Perfect."
He didn't seem to savor the taste very long, and I wasn't sure if that was because it was perfect or if he wanted to dispatch Ramon quickly so he could return his attention to me. I hoped his reason was the latter.
As Ramon filled our glasses, he asked, "Are you ready to order?"
We hadn't even glanced at the menus, but Mitch already knew what we would order for our entrée. We'll both have the blackened swordfish," Mitch quickly replied.
"An excellent choice; the chef serves the swordfish on a bed of maque choux, and your entrée comes with a house salad," Ramon explained.
"That'll be fine," Mitch answered rather bluntly as he returned his attention to me. His eyes searched mine as if he was trying to read my mind.
I smiled and then asked, "What are you thinking about?"
His hand slid over mine as he spoke, "Honestly, I was thinking about how much harder it will be for me to see you when we return to the States."
I loved that he was already contemplating another appointment back in DC, but I reminded him, "Let's enjoy our time together now and worry about that later."
He squeezed my hand lightly and answered, "Thanks for keeping me focused."
A blast of air blew in from the ocean, the soft ringlets of hair alongside my face fluttered, and the cooler air caused my nipples to harden some.
Mitch noticed and asked, "Are you sure it's not too cool for you?"
I slipped my hand from under his and then placed it on top. "I was just thinking about your gentle fingers touching my tits, and the anticipation excited me," I answered, giving him credit instead of the cooler night air for my aroused nipples.
Ramon returned with our salads and understood that Mitch wanted no part of a friendly conversation. "I'll have your main course in a few minutes," he announced as he placed our salads before Mitch and me and quickly moved away.
I decided to try to heighten Mitch's anticipation of what would happen once we'd finished our meal and used my fork to pierce a cherry tomato. He watched intently as I lifted the fruit to my lips and sensually licked the dressing from its skin. He smiled just before asking, "Maybe I should ask our waiter for a bottle of that dressing. You seem to enjoy its flavor."
"It's not the dressing I enjoy as much as the juice that squirts when I bite into it." After biting the tomato, I teased him, letting him know I planned to savor his juice later.
Mitch giggled, then asked, "I hope you don't bite into everything that squirts juice?"
I leaned toward him slightly, batted my long lashes, and said seductively, "Only if it is absolutely necessary to make it squirt."
Mitch began eating his salad earnestly while I continued teasing him while picking at mine. I used my fork to put a second cherry tomato into my mouth. I left my mouth partially open so Mitch could watch as I rolled it around using my tongue before chewing it. After seeing this, he placed his fork down and reached to touch my arm. "I think you're the first woman who has ever used a salad to seduce me," he commented.
"Seduction is best when it takes a very long time," I remarked as I slipped my hand between his thighs and gently squeezed his cock.
His smile confirmed he was enjoying my playful teasing immensely.
I continued, "Do you know why it's called foreplay?"
Mitch grinned. "I suppose you're going to tell me?" he replied.
"It's called foreplay because it should take forever if done correctly," I explained.
Mitch giggled at my play on words but got the message that I was planning on a marathon later.
Ramon returned with our swordfish entrée and, as before, quickly served the sizzling meal. "Please call me if you need anything," he stated before leaving us to enjoy our food.
"Swordfish is best if eaten while sizzling hot," Mitch mentioned.
I wasn't sure if that were true or if he mentioned it because he couldn't wait to finish and get me into a more private setting so I'd be free to begin taking forever to pleasure him.
The swordfish was delicious, and I wished I had taken more time to savor the excellent taste, but Mitch had more important things on his mind. We finished our meal in less than ten minutes, and as I drank the last of my champagne, Mitch motioned for Ramon.
"Is everything to your satisfaction?" Ramon asked as he approached our table.
"Yes, everything was wonderful, but I'm wondering if you could ask room service to deliver the remainder of our champagne to our suite?" Mitch asked.
"Yes, of course, sir," Ramon replied as he picked up the ice bucket containing our champagne. "I'll be right back with your check, sir," he said as he turned to leave.
"You seem to be in a hurry; we have all night," I commented, smiling at him.
Mitch grinned and lifted my hand from the top of the table. He moved my hand underneath where he positioned it on his loins. "We don't want to waste this," Mitch replied.
His erect cock pressed against my delicate fingers. I smiled and flattened my palm against the hard bulge in his pants. "I can't wait to hold this in my hand," I whispered.
Mitch grinned. "I can't wait to see and feel your lips wrapped around it," he replied.
Ramon returned with our check, and Mitch quickly signed it.
"Excellent, sir. I'll have room service deliver your champagne as soon as possible," Ramon said as he picked up the check.
After standing up, Mitch offered me his hand, which I happily accepted, and stood beside him. We walked hand in hand as we left Pelicano's to return to our suite.
"Thank you for a wonderful dinner," I mentioned while we waited for the elevator.
Mitch grinned and replied, "I should apologize for making it so brief."
"No need to apologize; I'm as anxious as you," I remarked.
As the elevator doors closed, Mitch turned toward me and then moved forward, pinning me against the wall. His hands slid to my soft tits and squeezed them through the fabric of my dress. "I can't wait to take this dress off you," he whispered.
I stared into his lustful eyes, slipped my hand between our bodies, and softly squeezed his cock. "I can't wait to kneel before you and suck this wonderful hard cock."
He continued slowly massaging my tits until the elevator car lurched to a stop on the seventh floor. I smiled, knowing that soon enough, we'd both have what we couldn't wait for.
Mitch's hand captured mine again and briskly led me to our suite. After opening the door, his hand touched my ass as I slipped past him into the room. I stopped once I heard the door close behind me, wondering if he'd want to remove my dress immediately. Instead, he moved to stand behind me, his erect cock pressing against my ass, and his hands circled my body to cup both big tits and press them firmly under his palms.
"I guess we'll have to wait for room service," he mentioned, not seeing our champagne anywhere in sight.
I turned to face him. "I have time to freshen up a little," I remarked as my delicate fingers slipped to his loins and gave his cock a gentle squeeze.
"Let's hope room service is prompt," Mitch remarked as he reached behind and squeezed my ass firmly.
"I'll be quick," I promised as I slipped away from him and headed to the bedroom. I knew his eyes were glued to my ass, and I gave him a seductive wiggle as I walked away.
As I stood before the mirror studying my reflection, I wondered if my plan for a marathon fuck session would come about. I applied a fresh coat of pink gloss to my lush lips, then brushed my hair, softening the ringlets that dangled beside my ears. I used a spritz of Hypnotic Poison behind each ear, then pulled the cowl neckline of my dress away and gave my cleavage a tiny spray, too. My fingers tweaked both nipples so that they poked at the fabric, which I hoped Mitch would be stripped from me shortly.
Again surveying my reflection, I was sure my sultry appearance would entice his cock to complete hardness but to ensure it would remain rock hard, I unfolded the tissue Simon had given me. I picked one tiny blue pill from the center.
Mitch was tipping the room service delivery boy as I returned to the living room. "Thank you, sir," the young Mexican boy said as he turned to leave.
Mitch had removed his suit jacket and hung it over the back of one bar stool as I approached with the same seductive wiggle as before he smiled. "You look incredible," he said, complimenting me.
I smiled and answered, "Let's have some champagne."
He poured the bubbly, handed me a glass, and returned the bottle to its cradle of ice. I moved closer and used my three free fingers to check the condition of his cock. It still felt firm but wasn't nearly as hard as when he guided my hand to it under the table in Pelicano's.
"To marathon sex," I whispered, holding my champagne glass up.
We toasted marathon sex together, then I lifted my fingers from his cock and showed him the Viagra I held between my thumb and index finger.
"What's that for?" Mitch asked.
I smiled and replied, "Insurance that we'll enjoy a marathon."
Mitch grinned. "I suppose it couldn't hurt," he replied, then extended his tongue. I placed the tiny blue pill on his tongue, and he swallowed the rest of his champagne.
After placing his empty glass on the bar, he moved his hands to my hips. "Finish your drink," he suggested. I tipped my glass and did as he asked. I reached beyond him and placed my glass on the edge of the bar, then moved my hand to his shoulder as he pulled my hips tightly against him.
Our eyes were glued together, searching tentatively before the first kiss. I tilted my head slightly to one side and parted my lips as his hands slid up my back, pulling my chest against his and our mouths together. His tongue pierced my lips, probing deeply, and then began an oral dance of passion as our kiss intensified. Mitch's fingertips slid up and down my naked back, causing goose bumps to rise on my arms. Our mouths moved in unison, his lips sucked my lower lip, and I sucked his tongue as he pressed it into my mouth.
His hands moved down and slipped onto the fabric again as he squeezed my ass firmer than before. A muffled moan escaped my lips as he drew my loins tightly against his, the growing bulge in his pants pressing against my pubic mound.
Mitch broke our kiss as his hands moved to my hips. "I have to see your naked body!" he urged.
I stepped back and lifted my arms above my head. He grasped the fabric of my dress and slowly lifted it toward my outstretched arms. I took a step back as the dress slipped over my head and off my arms, shaking my head with it tilted back slightly, which caused my wavy blonde hair to cascade down behind my shoulders.
Mitch tossed the dress aside as his eyes slowly moved down over my partially naked form. I slid my hands to the tiny black strips of my satin thong and pulled them high on my hips as his eyes moved down.
"Fucking incredible!" he exclaimed as he studied my sexy body. His eyes moved up from my long, sleek legs to my full breasts. I slipped my hands to them, lifting both in a seductive offering. "Please touch them," I pleaded.
Mitch's hands move to cover my tits, his soft palms pressing against the erect nipples, and his long fingers spread across each soft orb. In a playful tone of voice, he remarked, "I like big tits!" I just smiled and pressed them harder into his hands. I had learned all during the day that he loves caressing big tits, and I let him fondle me as long as he wanted, closing my eyes and tilting my head back, allowing the tingling in my chest to grow as his magical touch continued.
"Suck my hard nipples," I pleaded, knowing his mouth would heighten my arousal. His hand moved from one erect nipple and was instantly replaced with his lips as he kissed and sucked on the tip of one heaving tit. I moved my hands to his head and combed my nails through his hair, guiding his mouth from one tingling nipple to the other, then back again. Alternating between breasts, he flicked each nipple with his tongue, every contact sending lightning bolts of pleasure shooting to my brain and causing my pussy to begin growing moist.
"I have to touch your naked body," I pleaded as my hand slid along his shirt sleeves.
Mitch straightened up; his eyes fixed on the twin nubs of pleasure he had so expertly caressed. Each taut nipple glistened with his saliva.
My fingers made short work of his Windsor knot, and I slipped it from his neck before unbuttoning his shirt. Once I reached his waist, I undid the buttons at his wrists and then moved to loosen his belt.
His eyes were fixed on mine as I pulled his shirttails from his slacks and opened the last two buttons.
I leaned forward and flicked my tongue at one nipple as my hands slipped the shirt off his shoulders. It joined my dress where Mitch had tossed it earlier. I pressed my mouth into the mat of silvery gray hair on his chest, suckling one nipple as my fingernails scratched across his shoulders and then down his naked arms.
He slid his hands into my hair, drawing it tight along my temples, then pulled my lips from his chest and guided my mouth to his. Our kiss, more passionate than before, caused me to moan softly against his lips. His hands guided my mouth as he probed with his tongue and sucked with his lips.
I moved one hand to his loins and pressed it against his erect cock. He pushed forward, capturing my delicate hand between our bodies. My hand moved up and down against the throbbing cock beneath his slacks.
His kiss left me panting for breath as I broke our oral grasp and pleaded, "Please let me suck it." My delicate hand squeezed his pulsing cock as I spoke.
His smile confirmed that he wanted my mouth on his cock, also.
I slipped my hands to his waist, and as I undid his pants, I kissed his neck, shoulder, and down his chest until I began bending my knees so I could softly kiss his paunchy belly. Mitch's eyes followed my slow, seductive descent down his body, his hands resting on his hips. As my knees settled into the soft carpet, my deft fingers pulled the metal tab of his zipper down, and then I reached up and peeled his slacks from his hips, slowly sliding them down around his ankles. Mitch steadied himself on the bar as he kicked off his shoes, and I slipped his pants over his feet and removed his socks.
I looked into his eyes, and the lustful stare urged me on. His surging erection, covered by the white cotton fabric of his briefs, begged to be released. My nails lightly traced up the back of his legs, then slipped across the cotton covering his ass until they reached the elastic waistband of his underwear. The waistband pulled his hard cock down as I slipped his briefs off; it snapped up fully erect when the elastic released its grip on his cock.
"Hmmm," I moaned as I looked up at his proud face. Look what I've got," I said.
My delicate hand surrounded the solid shaft, and I stretched the flesh tight, causing his corona to flare even wider. My mouth watered in anticipation of his cock slipping between my glistening lips.
"I've wanted to suck your beautiful cock all day," I admitted as I slowly stroked the stiff shaft. Mitch just kept smiling, knowing that I'd be savoring what I've wanted.
I rose and extended the tip of my tongue to tease the sensitive flesh where his shaft blends with the head, then circled the smooth, flaring corona once with my tongue. Mitch's eyes were fixed on mine as I pressed my pursed lips against the very tip of his rock-hard cock, then slowly let them part, sliding over the head until his corona disappeared behind my lips. My free hand slid up his leg to gently cup his balls, using my nails to tease the flesh and the hard nuts inside. Very slowly, I started bobbing my mouth back and forth, giving his corona a massage with my soft lips.
"God, that feels so good!" Mitch exclaimed, his lustful eyes watching every move I made.
I spent an inordinate amount of time just slowly sucking his flaring cock head like that, occasionally using my hand to stroke his surging shaft. I was confident that if I made him cum, the Viagra I'd given him would keep him hard, hopefully for hours.
I could tell by his expression that Mitch loved having me caress his cock head this way, but my craving for the feel of a throbbing cock in my throat urged me to swallow more of his shaft. I began letting a little more slip between my lips each time I bobbed forward but still drew back and let my lips tease his sensitive corona. More and more of his shaft began to glisten with saliva, and I let his head slide along my tongue as it neared my throat. Mitch groaned deeply as his cock head wedged into the back of my mouth for the first time. I let him slip from my lips the next time I drew back, a string of saliva extending from my tongue to the tip of his pulsing cock.
"Put your hands on my head," I suggested.
Mitch's hands instantly moved from his hips and laced into my hair, pulling it tightly along my temples. I opened my mouth wide and moved forward; his cock head slid along my wet tongue until it reached the back of my mouth.
"Uh ha," I tried to say, permitting him to impale my throat with his rock-hard cock.
His fingers pressed firmer into my head as he drew it toward his loins. A throaty moan escaped his lips as the flaring cock head spread my throat open and then slipped into its tight wet confines. I swallowed once, then again as he pressed my nose into his pubic hair.
"God damn!" Mitch exclaimed as I used the soft hot flesh to caress his beautiful cock.
He held my head firmly as he flexed his pelvic muscles, causing his cock to twitch inside my mouth and throat. I loved that feeling, the sensation, of a man holding my head tightly with his hard throbbing cock deep in my throat until my lungs screamed for oxygen before he removed it momentarily, watching his eyes as I gasped for air before he impaled my mouth and throat again.