You send me a text a few weeks later. You make small talk, asking how I am, what I've been up to, that kind of thing, if I have plans for the summer.

"Do you mean plans to see you again?" I say.
"I would very much like that."
"I wouldn't mind it either ;)"
"So, when are you available?"
"I'm available tonight."

That gets your blood pumping. Whatever plans you had, you'll reschedule. You just ask when and where. And I have a naughty idea for that.

I give you a time, just before dinner. I give you a place, a very fancy hotel. It'll cost you a few hundreds for the night and room service, but you're definitely going to get your money's worth.

With the details set, I say goodbye for now and start preparing. I have to fight my youngest daughter for control of the bathroom, but mommy always wins.

You wouldn't be privy to this of course, but I take a long shower, putting particular care into grooming my hairy bush. I trim the edge so it won't burst out of my underwear. I shave my legs and pretty much the rest of my body smooth.

I think about what you did to me in this very shower, but I don't have time for touching myself. There's still much to be done. Out of the shower, I dry my hair, then I point the dryer toward my pubes. It's a nice warm feeling. Any other day I would be rubbing one out, but I don't have time.

I decide to not do anything fancy with my hair. Again, no time. I just put them in a ponytail for now. I brush my teeth, then open my makeup drawer. Primer, foundation, blush, eyeliner, mascara. I apply it subtly, leaving the lipstick for later.

You would probably say I don't need makeup, I'm beautiful as I am, or something corny like that. But the truth is, it's not for you. It's for me, so I feel sexy as hell.

Next in line is nails. I settle on a vibrant red. I just do my hands, you'll have to be content with my toes natural.

Then, it's time to pack a bag. I select a few toys, a few odds and ends that you'll certainly discover later. I pack a change of clothes. I add a few toiletries. I pick up a half empty bottle of lube. I do a mental checklist to see if I've forgotten something, but nothing comes to mind.

It's now time to pick an outfit, and I know exactly what I'm going to wear. That'll have to be a mystery for now. But I do get dressed, not before applying some deodorant and perfume, of course.

I'm just about ready, so now it's time for lipstick finally, same color as my nails. It's pretty much what I always do, and it's not always easy finding matching colors for nail polish and lipstick. But I like the effect. Anyways, the result is nice, vibrant red, kissable lips.

Before I leave, I go find my daughter to tell her I'm leaving. I find her in the entrance, preparing to leave too.

"And where are you going, young lady?"
"There's this party, I'm going with my friend Natalie."
She doesn't ask for permission of course, probably because she knows I'll let her. She's a good girl, much better student than her mother back in her days. She deserves to go out and have fun. Just like me. But then, she's old enough to be sexually active, and I know she is. We've had awkward conversations about it. So that makes it one more I suppose.
"Do you plan on having much fun tonight?"
"Mom... I don't ask you who you're going to meet dressed like that."
"You know I only want you to be safe is all."
"Fine, I got some condoms, and I'll call you if I don't feel safe. Happy?"
"Very much," I say. I try to be a good mom. She knows she can always count on me to drop everything and come pick her up. I give her a kiss on the forehead and watch her get in a car with one of her friends. Then, it's my time to leave.

I take a taxi for the hotel. I'm running fashionably late. I come into the hotel bar, as agreed. I look around and see you're having a drink alone at a table. You notice me as I approach.

You see I'm wearing a dark blue dress. The dress is elegant, if a bit conservative. It doesn't show much cleavage, it covers the shoulder, the hemline is below the knees. It's relatively ample, not revealing much of my curves. It's completed with heeled boots, that cover my legs at least until the hemline. You seem perplexed by the choice, but you're still happy to see me.

You get up to greet me, I give you a swift kiss on the mouth. You ask if I'd like to have a drink, I order a whiskey coke.

"You look great," you say.
"Do you like my dress?"
"Of course," you reply, somewhat half-heartedly.
I smile. I know what game I'm playing, and the fact you don't makes it so much sweeter. But you'll find out soon enough.
"What's in the bag," you ask.
"Just a few toys, fresh clothes for tomorrow. I came prepared."

My drink arrives, we clink our glasses. You ask what I have prepared exactly, but I don't reveal my plans. Just like the dress, there is a deliberate intent to build up the suspense.

You offer a second drink, but I tell you it's time to get to more serious things. We both get up. You grab my bag of course, and offer me your arm, like a proper gentleman.

You lead me into your room. It is a nice room, and for that price the sheets are satin. In the bathroom, I know there's a tub with a jacuzzi function. I know because I've been here before, in this hotel, doing all sorts of naughty things.

"You know about that second drink?" I ask.
"Yes?"
"How about you order a bottle of champagne for us?"
You pick up the hotel phone and place the order. There is a sofa with a coffee table. There's a TV too, that I turn on and put on the hotel's music channel. It plays something soft and jazzy, perfect for the mood. I just turn the sound down to leave it as a nice background track.

The only bits of my skin exposed are my arms and my neck. You try to place a hand to undress me, but I swat it away. "Not yet." So, you just place your arm around me and pull me closer for a kiss. We're mid-makeout when room service knocks on the door.

Champagne is delivered, you pour the glasses. We clink again. You hold me close to you while we sip on the bubbles. I kiss you again, passionately. I kiss your chin, your neck, the collar of your shirt. You return the favor. When our glasses are empty, you notice a trace of red on the rim of my glass. You look at your collar and noticed the red outline of my lips printed on it.

"Something to remember me by," I tell you playfully.
"I'm not about to forget you."
"Tell me, have you dreamt about this day? The day you'd hold me in your arms again?"
"Only every day."
"Would you be jealous if I said I had other men since?"
"It's not really a surprise. A beautiful woman like you can't be having much trouble finding company."
"You're not wrong. It's not always good company though."
"Am I good company?"
"I wouldn't be there if you weren't."
"I have to say though," finally mustering the courage to ask, "it's not the kind of outfit I expected."
"Is it not? It's a nice dress, and I like nice things."
It does feel nice under your hands. You can't really tell what the fabric is, but it's soft on the touch. Still, you don't seem convinced.
"I'm not going to wear it much longer anyways."

With that, you go for undressing me again, but I swat your hand again. You look at me, perplexed.
"I have a surprise for you. Stay here."

I get up, and pick up my bag. I place it on the desk in the corner of the room. From where you are, you can't see much, you just hear some rustling. I walk back to you.
"Why don't you go take a look at what I have for you?"

Intrigued, you get up and walk up to the desk. Behind the bag, you see a few items. A flog. A collar with a leash. Four cuffs. You turn around to ask me what's this about, but your train of thought is derailed.

My dress is on the floor, revealing what's behind it. Well, there was me, obviously. But there always was a very unusual piece of lingerie, if you can call it that.

You see me in a latex outfit, all black. The top is cut out to expose my breasts. It continues down into a corset that snuggles my curves tightly. It finishes as a garter, to which stockings are attached. My boots are leather, you notice, and climb halfway to my thigh. And between all that, my pubic area is exposed.

You can't believe your eyes. You walk to me. You place a hand on my neck, another on my sides, that goes roaming to find my naked butt.

"Not the kind of outfit you expected either?"
You shake your head, still unable to formulate words. Your mind goes wild, thinking about all the things you want to do to me, but somewhat scared that you'll push me too far.

"My safeword is pineapple," I tell you before biting my lips. "What should I call you, mister?"

You decide mister is fine. I'm all yours now. Your hands are roving all over my body. I'm doing my best not to react. You decide it's time to test me.

"On your knees."
I kneel.
"Unbuckle my pants."
I look up at you.
"May I suggest something mister?"
"What is it?"
"The collar..."
You walk back to the desk and pick it up, then come back to me, still on my knees. You place the collar around my neck. It's a tight fit. It doesn't choke me, but it makes every breath more difficult, like a reminder of your power over me. You take the leash in your hand.

"Good idea. But I might have to punish you for not obeying though."
"It's all I deserve mister."

I unbuckle your pants belatedly. You instruct me to take your cock out. You order me to suck on it. And so, your will is my command.

The feeling of my mouth and tongue is just like you remember it. You're still not sure how far to push, so you decide to test me. With the leash in one hand, you grab my head with the other, and pull me down your shaft in one quick motion. You hear me gag from the force. You maintain my head there for a few moments. Then you release and allow me to get back up for air.

I cough a little. You see my eyes tear up, mascara getting runny. Drool is escaping my mouth. You notice red marks of my lipstick on your cock.

You put your hand on my head again, and bring my mouth back on your penis. "And go all the way down when you suck me, slut." You hear some incoherent, garbled words as my answer. It's difficult to talk with a dick in your mouth. But I execute myself.

You let me do the work for a while, until you eventually interrupt me. And you do so by placing both your hands on my cheeks. I have just a second to brace myself for what's coming, just enough that I'm ready when your hips start pumping your cock in and out of my mouth. You're going hard, but I know you can definitely pound me harder.
You were already close, so it doesn't take long before a jet of cum goes straight into my throat. That, I wasn't ready for.

I cough and gag as you remove your cock. You ask me if I'm okay, out of character. I take a minute to catch my breath, then look up at you.

My tears have left a black trail of makeup on my face. My lipstick doesn't look quite as well applied as before. My chin is wet from saliva. But I stare straight in your eyes. "I'm okay, mister."

"Good. You still have a lot of work ahead of you, slut." The leash still in your hand, you pull me towards the bed. I follow on all fours. I haven't been told to stand up.

You tell me to lay flat on my belly, which I do while you go back to the desk. This time, you come back with the flog.

"I said I would punish you, I'm keeping my promise. Tell me again that you deserve it."
"I deserve punishment, mister."
And you flog my back.
"I deserve punishment, mister."
You flog my butt.
"I deserve punishment, mister."
You flog my legs.
We repeat the cycle until I lose count.

When you stop, you put a hand on my butt, then move it between my legs to reach my pussy. You feel that I'm so very wet.
"And you like that, don't you little slut?"
"Yes mister."
"I want you to say it."
"I love to be punished, mister."
You flog my back on final time with your finger still in my pussy, and feel my walls tighten around you.

Still laying flat on my belly, you decide to give me a fingerblasting. You go at it aggressively, moving your fingers fast and deep. Before too long, my juices start flowing as a wave of pleasure hits me and I moan incoherently. But I barely have time to let it pass that you ask me to turn around and come lick your hand clean.

You tell me to lay on my back now. You climb on top of me, pin my legs with yours, hold my two hands with one, and fondle my body with the other.

Eventually, you go back to the desk to grab the cuffs. They're stereotypically fuzzy pink. There's four of them, and the headboard and footboard are conveniently designed to allow you cuffing my limb to them, almost as if this were a fantasy.

You cuff me, asking me every time if it's not too tight. I just ask you to put a pillow under my lower back, which you do. Once you've finished, I can wiggle, but not much else. I'm at your mercy now, unable to resist.

You climb on top me again, this time using both your hands to fondle my breasts, you kiss me. You kiss my nipples. I know where this is going, you're working your way slowly to come to rest over my pussy.

The helplessness of the restraints and the tender carpet munching make for a very erotic combination. I let myself moan loudly as your tongue dances on my vagina. This feels like the best licking you've given me so far, and it'll be hard to top. I like it so much, I come again. A jet of liquid hits you. By now, you should be used to that happening.

You kiss your way back to my face. "And now, slut, some real fun." I feel the tip of your penis part my labia. You're doing me missionary style while I'm attached to the bed. We grunt and moan together. Your rhythm is energetic. I tell you how much I like it, how much I like your cock, how much of a slut I am.

You ravage me like a meat slab. You keep pounding and pounding. My pussy is still sensitive. I have another orgasm, my legs shake, but the restraints send me in an uncontrolled convulsion. But you don't stop.

There's only one way this ends, with your hard member ejaculating your hot sperm in my womb. And so, it's how it ends. You stay lied down over me, your dick still in my womanhood for a few minutes before I have enough.

"Pineapple. Would you terribly mind untying me now?"
You apologize, get off me and start uncuffing me. I sit up and give you a kiss.
"Is it everything you hoped for?"
"You just blow my mind."
"Well, we're just getting started. But I'm hungry now."

I'm in the bathroom removing my runny makeup when room service brings up our meal. Still in my sexy outfit, I climb in the bed, and motion you to bring the tray over. I feel eating in bed is a bit naughty. I have a nice salad, which I accompany with some leftover champagne. You watch me eat a salad, cross-legged in bed, dressed like a slutty submissive. We look at each other and have a good chuckle at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

After the meal, we talk a bit. You ask me about my daughters, my work, I ask you about your life. About an hour has passed since you untied me, and I feel like it's time to get back to business. I get up, get my bag and go to the bathroom. I put my lipstick back on, and take out another thing out of my bag. When I get out of the bathroom, you're entranced by my lips, but as I get closer to the bed you notice my outfit has changed slightly.

Where there was my exposed pussy, there is now a strap-on harness, with a pink dildo. It's medium-sized, much smaller than what you put in me, but I don't want to go too hard on you.

"Now, you can say no if you're not comfortable, but how about we try something different."
You're a bit hesitant, so I sit next to you and try to alleviate your concerns.
"I'll be gentle. And of course, I'll let you return the favor. What do you say?"
Lucky for me, you feel adventurous enough to try.
"Good," I say with a devious smile. "Now, what would your safeword be?"
You know this means our roles are just about to be reversed.

The cuffs are still attached to the bed, and I decide to put them to use. I push you on the bed, ask you to roll over, face down, ass up, and tie your hands. You can feel my body laying on top of you, kissing your neck, my hands roving on your side. You get maybe one of the weirdest erections you've ever had.

I take my bottle of lube, and apply some on my fingers. I'm straddling your legs now, your defenseless butt at my mercy. I put a finger in, and tickle your insides just barely. You let out a grunt. I repeat with two fingers. Next, you feel the cold sensation of my lubricant as I apply it directly on your butthole. And then, before you know it, it's the tip of my plastic dick that you feel.

You grunt some more. "Shhh, baby, it'll be okay," I tell you. I slowly but surely insert myself inside of you. "Just like that," I say as I reach the bottom. My pelvis is pressed against your cheeks, dildo fully inserted, and I stay like that for a few seconds. You feel a weird mixture of pain and arousal, shame and excitement. And then, I start moving my hips back up only to come down again.

I go slowly, gently, not pushing myself too far with every stroke. I can pick up the hint of discomfort in your groans, but you take it like a man. Whenever I hear the discomfort disappearing, I pick up the pace slightly, push slightly further. Eventually I reach my cruise speed. Not too fast, just a nice love-making pace. I give you a playful slap on the butt. "You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" I ask rhetorically. And then, I hear the groan of a man ejaculating.

I press my body down against yours again, my strapon still in. I whisper in your ears "Did you like that?"
"It was... new," you say.
"Do you think you might want to do it again someday?"
You're not sure. I don't want to push you further tonight. And take myself out of your bum and undo the cuffs.

You're about to excuse yourself to the bathroom to clean the cum that splattered on your body, but I stop you. You feel my tongue do a much better job than a towel could ever dream to achieve, all while still wearing the instrument of your penetration. You'll be needing some time to reload, so I have the idea to take your hand and lead you to the bathroom after all.

I pour hot water into the tub. You sit on the edge of it while you watch me undress. First, I have to loosen the straps of my dick-belt. Then, I unzip the boots that I'm still wearing, before unclasping the garter from my stocking. I roll them down slowly, bending all the way down until my legs are bare. Finally, you watch me awkwardly shimmying out of my corset. I stop halfway through. "A little help?" I ask you. You get up, put your hands on my body, I can feel your hot breath on my neck, and together, we get me completely naked.

I put a foot in to test the water, it's just nicely warm. You watch me slowly enter, but I stop before I'm completely in. "How about you bring the rest of the champagne?" I ask. On your return, I haven't moved, still naked, standing with my two feet in the tub. I offer you my hand to help you in, like a real gentlewoman should. I let you sit in the tub, and then I sit back against you, so you can put your hands around me, kiss the back of my neck, and grab all my important bits.

I take a sip of champagne.
"Can I tell tell you a little secret?" I ask.
"Yeah?"
"I'm a little drunk right now. I hope you don't take advantage of me."
"That would be a shame, wouldn't it?"
"Definitely. Poor woman in a hotel room, drunk, maybe she'll pass out asleep, who knows what could happen to her..."
The hint is not so subtle, an endorsement of what might happen later in the night.

But for now, I decide to activate the jacuzzi function of the tub, so we can be drinking bubbles in the bubbles. It's a nice, warm, fuzzy feeling. Not as warm and fuzzy as your hands caressing my breasts, my belly, and my pussy however. Behind my back, I can feel you regain hardness. I'll definitely be doing something about that, I tell you, but later. For now, I just close my eyes and relax in the tub, in your warm embrace. I lose the track of time. I might have napped a little even. You don't seem to mind though, your hands are still caressing my body gently.

"How about we get frisky again."
"I thought you'd never ask," I reply.
"How about right now then?"
I push myself up to turn around and face you. I give you a kiss.
"Just one second."
You see my wet body emerge from the water. I get out of the tub, trailing water all over, but I don't care, it's not my bathroom. I disappear into the bedroom for a mere moment before I bring back the bottle of lube with me.

"I promised you you could do return the favor. Would you like to?"
You almost snap the bottle out of my hand in excitement.

I climb back in the tub. I kneel down, my back turned to you. My butt pops out just above the water. I bend down and lean against the edge of the tub. You see my ass inviting you, and give it a slap.
"Do you want to get punished, you little slut?"
"Oh, yes mister," I answer looking back at you.

You apply lube directly on my hole, and then on your hard cock. We moan in unison as your dick makes its way down the depth of my ass. Your member fills me just perfectly, and my hole snuggles your cock tightly. You start going slowly, but I tell you to not hold out on me. You immediately pick up the pace, thrusting at the same pace I was fucking you earlier. I can feel your pelvis slapping against my bum. You go all the way in, hard and deep. "Aw, fuck" you say repeatedly. You can't hold out anymore, and your cock delivers a load of jizz deep in my ass.

"Every time I think this is the best, you outdo yourself," you tell me.
"And you're wondering how can it get better.now, huh?"
"I can scarcely believe it can, but..."
"But I've proven quite capable, haven't I?"
"Yes."
"It helps to have a good partner," I say before kissing you passionately.

Out of the bath, I let you towel me off. It's really just an excuse to feel your hands worship my body. I give you a kiss before heading out of the bathroom and to bed. You join me a few minutes later, both naked, and I end up being the little spoon in your arms. With your hot breath on my neck and the warmth of your body wrapping me, I feel asleep into sweet dreams.

You wake up in the middle of the night again, your cock fully erect. I'm fast asleep, my belly moving under your hand as I breathe in and out. You fondle my breasts and try to slip a finger in my pussy without waking me up. You can feel I'm wet. You remember fondling me in my sleep our first night together, but stopped there. You wonder if I was aware of what you did to me. You remember our conversation from earlier.

"Poor woman in a hotel room, drunk, maybe she'll pass out asleep, who knows what could happen to her..." I told you with a sultry voice. You can't stop thinking about it. Was it an invitation? To use my body while I'm asleep? It's not a very gentlemanly thing to do, but overcome with lust you decide to go ahead and try.

You slowly remove your arms from around me and rotate me on my back. You wait a minute for any sign of movement or activity, but I'm still sleeping like a log. You position yourself on top of me, your cock resting on my pelvis, your body in the missionary position. You wait another minute, still no reaction. You take your cock in your hand and press it against my labia. Your eyes are fixed on my face, but my eyes are still closed. You push your cock inside. You hear a sigh coming out of my mouth, but no further reaction.

Slowly but surely, you thrust your penis in and out of my unresponsive body. My only reactions are soft moans and sighs of pleasure. The thought crosses your mind that if you misread my intentions and I wake up, you'll be in big trouble. But you're too excited to back out now. You keep thrusting in and out, using me like a passive sex toy until completion. When you take your cock out, a bit of white drips out of my pussy. Your heart pounding harder than ever, you climb off me and put me back in position for spooning.

A kiss wakes you up. I have somehow turned around without breaking your embrace while you were sleeping.
"Slept well?" I ask.
You nod. "You make for a great body pillow," you say.
"Is that your idea of a compliment?"
"I... uh..."
"I'm teasing you. You make for a great bed warmer yourself."

We order breakfast, and while we wait for room service to deliver, I decide to climb on top of you and make out. When our order comes up, I go answer the door in my birthday suit, and bring back the tray into bed. We both opted for a full English breakfast. It's not the sexiest of foods, or the easiest to eat in bed, but we both need to replenish our hunger after an evening of debauchery.

I finish my plate a few minutes before you. As you're trying to finish your breakfast, you're treated to my legs spread open, pussy in full view, and my hands stimulating it. "A little dessert?" I ask when you've finished your plate. You lower your head between my legs and start nibbling on my clitoris while two fingers penetrate my vagina. You already have a sense of how to please me, and your tongue expertly dances on my labia. I try to focus on delaying my orgasm, but I fail miserably. A bit of squirt splatters on your face as my body convulses in pleasure.

Without missing a beat, you start kissing your way upwards on my body until you find yourself in the missionary position again. You press your cock against my womanhood, but I stop you. I push you to the side and roll over with you so that I mind myself straddling you. "Now you can get inside," I tell you as I lower myself on your hard member.

I close my eyes as I move my hips up, down, left, right, back, forth, and in circles. Both of my hands are pressed on your chest, just like yours are fondling mine. "Touch my pussy," I ask you, eyes still closed, hips still frantically moving all over the place. With your thumb you stimulate my clitoris while I ride you. "Fuck, I'm cumming again," I moan just before my legs give out and a jet of squirt spreads from your belly all the way to your face. I crumble down, fully resting your body while my pussy spasms.

I was so overwhelmed, I didn't even notice you also came. But when I unstraddle you, a few drops of white cum drip out of my pussy. I decide to reward your performance with a bit of blowjob. My lips, tongue and hands lick your cock clean of your cum and mine. If you could shoot another load so soon, you would, but biology is a harsh mistress.

I come to rest on your body when I'm done. We snuggle for a while, not saying anything, just enjoying each other's presence. But at some point we have to get up. I collect all my toys that have been left to litter the room, and clean them before putting them back in my bag. You have to dress with yesterday's clothes again, but from my bag of wonders I pull out a fresh pair of underwear, my favorite mommy jeans and an ample blouse. We leave the room together and hold hands to reception.

You ask me what I'm going to do with the rest of my day. I don't have any plans, maybe take my daughter out for shopping, watch a movie, have a nice lazy Saturday. Outside of the hotel, I wrap my arms around your neck, bring my lips close to yours, look you straight in the eyes. "By the way, I know what you did while I was asleep," I say before pushing my lips on yours, and send my tongue to find yours.

I break the kiss and the embrace.
"See you again?" I ask coyly.
"Nothing would make me happier."
"Well then," I reply while placing a hand on your butt, "it'll be my pleasure to make you happy."

You watch me leave, images of all the naughty things we did this night and the previous one flashing in your mind, already thinking of what we could do the next time.