now.”
Tessa smiled. “You know, it wasn’t bad until you came. If I could learn to work that out, I think I could actually enjoy it.”
Ben raised his hand for a fist bump and Tessa obliged.
“You know, earlier I saddled you with the oral version of coitus interruptus. Would you like me to…”
Tessa shook her head. She was a little overwhelmed with the whole giant-penis-coming-in-the-mouth thing and just wanted to relax.
Ben shrugged. “Just trying to be fair.” He stroked her hair. “I can’t believe you ate the whole thing.”
They both laughed.
Ben stayed until he was sure Tessa was relaxed and fine. “I’m going to leave for a bit. Our evening starts at seven o’clock. I’ll pick you up at the room. Wear something dressy.” He wiggled his eyebrows like Groucho Marx and added, “Or something sexy.”
After he left, Tessa took a long bubble bath. She washed her hair, ordered Room Service dinner for later, and set the alarm so she wouldn’t oversleep this time. She laid down to rest and was out almost immediately.
The alarm woke her at 5:45. As she examined the clothing Carmen had sent, she realized she didn’t know where Ben was taking her. She supposed it didn’t matter. Wherever it was, she would be dressed sexy.
Dinner came at six o’clock and she finished it off with white wine. She needed the liquid encouragement to don the garments she’d impetuously ordered yesterday. At seven o’clock on the nose, Ben knocked at her door.
“Wow,” she said when she saw him. He was wearing a dark blue suit, crisp white dress shirt and maroon silk tie. He was clean shaven and gorgeous.
“Wow, yourself!” he replied. He didn’t try to mask his stare: he couldn’t take his eyes off Tessa’s breasts. All of Tessa’s cleavage was on glorious display, compliments of the sexiest emerald green silk dress Tessa had ever seen and the bra she wore underneath it. The dress fit her like second skin and left little to the imagination. It hugged the curves of her hips without making them look big and the hem hit Tessa mid-thigh. The bodice, what there was of it, was cut away to the point that without Hollywood Tape her nipples would have been playing peek-a-boo. The bra, clever as it was, covered only the sides and undersides of her breasts. The entire top of her breasts, including the nipples, were completely naked and the distinct outline of her nipples was obvious through the dress. The American Tessa would have been appalled. The Aussie Tessa appreciated that her Bs looked like Ds and were displayed provocatively on a silver platter. Except in this case, the platter was emerald silk. The look on Ben’s face was worth the exorbitant amount Tessa had paid for her new clothes.
“That’s going to be a problem,” Ben said, pointing to her dress.
Tessa’s stomach knotted. One blow job and she’d turned into a slut.
Ben saw her expression and took her hand. “No, no…not what you’re thinking. It’s absolutely the most stunning thing I think I’ve ever seen. The problem is…” he pointed to his slacks and the bolder in his crotch.
“Well that may be the nicest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
Ben took her arm and escorted Tessa to the lobby entrance. She started to walk towards the parking lot when Ben tugged her back. “That’s our ride.” He pointed to a waiting stretch limousine. The driver opened the door and Tessa slid in. Ben slid in next to her and the limo pulled away.
“Where are we going?” Tessa asked.
“We’re going to ride around a little while, enjoy the limo. Not every day you get to travel in one.”
Tessa nodded, thinking of the New York subway trains.
“Let me save the final destination as a surprise, okay?”
Tessa slid closer to her door for a better view of passing Sydney. “This is such a beautiful city,” she said as the driver meandered through China Town.
Ben slid closer to her. Her focus was interrupted by his hand, which had found the soft flesh
Tessa smiled. “You know, it wasn’t bad until you came. If I could learn to work that out, I think I could actually enjoy it.”
Ben raised his hand for a fist bump and Tessa obliged.
“You know, earlier I saddled you with the oral version of coitus interruptus. Would you like me to…”
Tessa shook her head. She was a little overwhelmed with the whole giant-penis-coming-in-the-mouth thing and just wanted to relax.
Ben shrugged. “Just trying to be fair.” He stroked her hair. “I can’t believe you ate the whole thing.”
They both laughed.
Ben stayed until he was sure Tessa was relaxed and fine. “I’m going to leave for a bit. Our evening starts at seven o’clock. I’ll pick you up at the room. Wear something dressy.” He wiggled his eyebrows like Groucho Marx and added, “Or something sexy.”
After he left, Tessa took a long bubble bath. She washed her hair, ordered Room Service dinner for later, and set the alarm so she wouldn’t oversleep this time. She laid down to rest and was out almost immediately.
The alarm woke her at 5:45. As she examined the clothing Carmen had sent, she realized she didn’t know where Ben was taking her. She supposed it didn’t matter. Wherever it was, she would be dressed sexy.
Dinner came at six o’clock and she finished it off with white wine. She needed the liquid encouragement to don the garments she’d impetuously ordered yesterday. At seven o’clock on the nose, Ben knocked at her door.
“Wow,” she said when she saw him. He was wearing a dark blue suit, crisp white dress shirt and maroon silk tie. He was clean shaven and gorgeous.
“Wow, yourself!” he replied. He didn’t try to mask his stare: he couldn’t take his eyes off Tessa’s breasts. All of Tessa’s cleavage was on glorious display, compliments of the sexiest emerald green silk dress Tessa had ever seen and the bra she wore underneath it. The dress fit her like second skin and left little to the imagination. It hugged the curves of her hips without making them look big and the hem hit Tessa mid-thigh. The bodice, what there was of it, was cut away to the point that without Hollywood Tape her nipples would have been playing peek-a-boo. The bra, clever as it was, covered only the sides and undersides of her breasts. The entire top of her breasts, including the nipples, were completely naked and the distinct outline of her nipples was obvious through the dress. The American Tessa would have been appalled. The Aussie Tessa appreciated that her Bs looked like Ds and were displayed provocatively on a silver platter. Except in this case, the platter was emerald silk. The look on Ben’s face was worth the exorbitant amount Tessa had paid for her new clothes.
“That’s going to be a problem,” Ben said, pointing to her dress.
Tessa’s stomach knotted. One blow job and she’d turned into a slut.
Ben saw her expression and took her hand. “No, no…not what you’re thinking. It’s absolutely the most stunning thing I think I’ve ever seen. The problem is…” he pointed to his slacks and the bolder in his crotch.
“Well that may be the nicest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
Ben took her arm and escorted Tessa to the lobby entrance. She started to walk towards the parking lot when Ben tugged her back. “That’s our ride.” He pointed to a waiting stretch limousine. The driver opened the door and Tessa slid in. Ben slid in next to her and the limo pulled away.
“Where are we going?” Tessa asked.
“We’re going to ride around a little while, enjoy the limo. Not every day you get to travel in one.”
Tessa nodded, thinking of the New York subway trains.
“Let me save the final destination as a surprise, okay?”
Tessa slid closer to her door for a better view of passing Sydney. “This is such a beautiful city,” she said as the driver meandered through China Town.
Ben slid closer to her. Her focus was interrupted by his hand, which had found the soft flesh
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