Tease Me

Chapter 7

Where the hell is my wig?

As Jackson continued groping my boobs, I scrambled for a solution. The darkness was my only savior.

An idea hit me, and I snatched the flashlight from his hand and stepped back. “Okay, bad boy, you need to calm down a notch.”

He rubbed his hands together. “Sorry. Sorry. It’s just. . . I’ve been dreaming of this for months. I never thought it would actually happen.”

“And if you don’t calm down, it will be over before we’ve had any fun.”

“Yes. Yes. Mickey told me you’d be like this.”

I frowned at that. “Like what?”

“You know. Take charge. He said it was so fucking sexy. Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to swear.”

“Hmmm,” I mumbled. He wants me to take charge. “Turn around.”

His tools clanged in his belt as he turned his back to me. I shone the flashlight on his butt.

Holy wow. He is fit.

His perfectly formed ass was hemmed in by the tool belt. Before I even questioned what I was doing, I lightly smacked his butt cheek. “Don’t swear again.”

He gasped, and I grinned at the wobble of his glorious white flesh. I couldn’t believe I’d done that. It was weird yet fun and sent a firecracker through my already purring clit. He bent over slightly, and I shone the pool of light on his derriere. It was something to behold—perfectly round, milky white, and devoid of any blemishes.

My cheating bastard, ex-fiancé’s butt was covered in coarse black hairs that sprouted at random, and he always had tiny pimples because he was always sitting on his ass. It was ugly.

This sizzling electrician, however, had a lovely bottom. So lovely that I giggled and smacked him again. His firm flesh wobbled just the tiniest bit, and when he clenched the muscles together, they bulged in such a nice way that I smacked him once more. Finding my wig was no longer a priority. This whole new experience was.

“Spread your legs.”

He stomped his boots apart, changing the shape of his butt again. I smacked once more, and God damn, that added another sexy layer to my horniness. With the light shining on his white ass, I reached between his legs and cupped his balls. As I juggled the full weight of his scrotum in my hand, Jackson bent his knees and groaned.

“Oh, God.” The words whispered off his lips. “That feels so good.”

“Hmmm.” The hum in my throat matched the hum through my insides. Jackson was putty in my hands, and the absolute control of it had a delicious pulse throbbing from my clit and rocketing through my whole body.

I let go of him, and standing at his side, I reached around with the flashlight to shine it on his mighty erection. The pool of light lit up his cock, giving it center stage. And oh, what a star it was. My clit positively purred at the sight of it.

It was time for the attention to be turned to me. I shone the flashlight on one of my breasts.

“Suck.”

Jackson bent forward and latched his lips around my nipple. The flashlight shone down his back and highlighted his butt again. His lovely butt cheeks bulged and flexed as he gave my breasts attention. My nipples became hard, bursting with lust as his lips sucked one and his fingers pinched the other.

I parted my legs, grabbed his hand, and guided him to my pussy. He sure was eager, and his fingers fed into my panties, glided over my clit, and plunged into my pulsing hole lightning fast.

I gasped as Jackson’s greedy fingers fought for my attention.

A sharp tearing sound confirmed another pair of my underpants were ruined, but holy hell, it was worth it.

As his fingers ground over my clit, punishing it with delicious repetition, his mouth devoured my breast. An orgasm shuddered through me, ferocious and fabulous, as a cry burst from my throat. My hot juices trickled down my legs as he continued to plunge my pussy.

Over and over. Again and again. And again.

I came once, twice, and I clawed his back as yet another orgasm ripped through me.

My weakened knees threatened to crumble me to the carpet, and I gasped for a breath, certain he’d do this all night if I let him.

I stepped back. “Wow!” The word was a gross understatement. Jackson’s fingers should be cast in gold.

The flashlight beam shone between us, and I gasped. My wig was right there, sprawled between us like a dead black cat. My racing heart hit a whole new level.

But my wig was a fucking mess. The fine synthetic fibers had been no match for his heavy work boots.

What do I do?

“Come.” I grabbed his hand, and the calluses on his palm rubbed against my hand as I led him farther into the dark room with the flashlight shining the way.

Trying not to illuminate anywhere near my head, I pulled a chair out from the table. “Sit.” It was my turn for caveman talk.

Jackson did as he was told, and the tools on his belt jingled as he sat down. His erection looked even bigger now, protruding up between his legs like a powerful tool. I shone the flashlight on his hard-on, bathing it in a pool of light. This attractive, funny man sure was a surprise.

“Stay,” I commanded, and using the flashlight as my guide, I went to the closet and plucked the hotel’s waffle weave bathrobe from the hanger. As I walked back to him, I undid the belt and let the rest of the fabric fall to the floor.

Threading the belt between my fingers, I returned to my plaything.

“Put your hands behind you.”

Jackson didn’t hesitate, and he pushed his hands through the bars in the back of the chair. His excited breathing filled the room as I tied the belt to his wrists and then secured him to the chair.

“Okay?” I’d only tied up one guy before, and it’d been a pathetic attempt to hold back that Casanova. Hopefully, I did a better job this time.

“Yes.” Jackson wriggled his fingers, maybe showing me I hadn’t cut off his circulation.

I stepped around to the front of him, shone the light on his groin, and trailed my fingers up his masterpiece. His cock bounced, and he sucked the air in through his teeth. My insides curled with his reaction. I twirled my finger around the head of his cock, and a small bubble of semen bulged from the slit.

Gathering his cum with my finger, I spread it around his crown, giving his cock a glorious sheen. A deep, manly groan tumbled from Jackson’s throat, and his cock swelled even larger.

The pool of light intensified my focus, drawing my attention to just one aspect of this horny man. It was an exquisite pleasure to offer his manhood my undivided attention. Yet I wanted some of that action, too. I was torn between doing the sensible thing of distracting him while I fixed my wig situation and satisfying my greedy clit by driving my fingers into myself.

Maybe I could do both.

I wriggled out of what was left of my panties, and for a little tease, I dragged them across his face. Jackson inhaled sharp and quick, and that simple move set glorious pulses through my insides. I spread my legs and drove my finger into myself, grinding it over my clit with ferocious intensity.

The light beam flickered up and down over my horny prisoner as I bobbed up and down in time to my thrusts. An orgasm peaked quickly, and I cried out as glorious shudders shot through me like a rocket. My hot juices trickled onto my hands and down my legs as I bent my knees to draw out the final shudders.

This flashlight thing was brilliant.

“Holy. . . Wow!” Jackson’s comment brought my attention back to him. Even in this minimal light, his smile was magnificent, cutting through the darkness like a beacon.

“Your turn,” I said.

“Yes, please.” His eagerness was an incredible aphrodisiac.

I wrapped my fingers around his giant rod and pumped it up and down just once. He moaned, and his cock throbbed in my hand. I couldn’t recall ever feeling that before.

It’s fucking magnificent.

I made the move again, gliding my fingers over the soft skin and squeezing the solid beast beneath. He bulged again, and, oh my god, my insides started tingling again. I twisted my hand slightly as I manipulated from the base of his cock to the tip of his crown, and with each pump, he bulged.

I increased my speed.

“Fuck.” He clenched his jaw.

I kept pumping.

“Yes!” He roared, and a stream of white cum shot from the slit in his crown.

Holy smokes—that was the sexiest thing ever . . . it almost looked luminous in this light. I continued pumping as he shot his semen over his upper thigh again and again.

He softened beneath my touch, and I removed the flashlight beam from his groin. But I wasn’t finished yet; my pulsing clit wanted attention now. I swapped the flashlight over, and using my left hand so I didn’t get his semen near me, I parted my legs and drove my finger into my wet folds again.

It was awkward and uncoordinated with my left hand, but it didn’t matter; I was ready to burst, and seconds later, I cried out as I tipped over restraint and into heaven. Driving shudders shot through me like firecrackers as my juices pulsed onto my hand. It seemed like an eternity before the ecstasy that gripped me let go, and I was still gasping for air when I opened my eyes again.

In the glow from the window, I could barely make out Jackson’s features, yet the smile on his face dominated, showing off perfect white teeth that practically glowed in the dark.

“Wow.” His voice was a throaty whisper.

“Wow.” I agreed. My sizzling electrician sure was a lovely surprise.

I suddenly remembered my wig. Shit! I should have put it on while he was preoccupied.

A cheeky idea hit me, and using the flashlight, I searched the darkness for something to cover his eyes.

The beam of light highlighted my satin underwear on the carpet. They’d be ruined now, anyway. I picked them up, twirled them in my hand, and stepped toward him.

“Ready for more?”

His already amazing smile broadened. “Sure.”

I gradually draped my panties over his eyes. “Don’t move.”

“I won’t.”

Once completely across his eyes, I let go, but the silly things fell right off his face.

“Whoops,” I said as I gathered them from his groin. “Close your eyes.” This time, I opened the underwear, and thankful they weren’t completely torn apart, I fitted them over his head. It took all my might not to burst out laughing as I tugged the blue satin down to cover his eyes. “No peeking.”

“I won’t.”

I tugged on my trenchie and plucked my wig and costume off the floor. I tossed the flashlight onto the bed, and the circle of light bounced up and down the wall a few times as I strode away.

I opened the door, but turned back to Jackson. The glow from the glass doors confirmed he hadn’t moved. He looked ridiculous sitting there naked except for his boots, tool belt, and my blue panties over his head. “You were incredible.”

“Oh, Memphis, don’t do this.”

I strode through the door and was amazed to hear him laughing as I raced to the elevator.

“Come back, Memphis.” He was way too loud for this time of the morning.

The elevator pinged open, and I jumped in and jabbed the button for my floor a dozen times.

Back in my room, I giggled as I stripped, removed my makeup, and showered in record time. I redressed in the same clothes I’d worn earlier, and with my diary in my handbag, I made my way back to reception.

I held my breath as the elevator doors opened on the lobby floor, but sighed with relief when all was calm.

At the desk, I flopped onto my chair and waited for my heart to return to normal. As I wondered if my sizzling electrician had managed to get out of my ropes, I pulled my diary from my bag and turned to the 24th of July.

At the top, I wrote, Jackson Kane, room 46, and as I thought about how his groin had been totally out of proportion with the rest of his body, I wrote, My Sizzling Surprise beneath his name.

I detailed in great length my horny session with the flashlight and about smacking his bottom and the thrill of tying him up. I thought it was strange that he’d let a complete stranger do that to him. There was no way I would have.

Giggling, I wondered if he was still tied to that chair. I doubted it; I’d deliberately tied that belt loosely.

But as the hour rolled on, I wondered if he was still trapped. I was torn between going up to him and staying right where I was and pretending I had no idea what happened.

I decided to wait thirty minutes, and if there was still no sign of him, I, Jane Nichols, hotel night manager, would go up to investigate how the electrician was going.

With each ticking minute, my insides clenched with indecision. Five minutes shy of my self-imposed deadline, Jackson stepped out of the elevator. I sighed with relief at his cheeky smile and smooth, confident swagger. He was still an overexcited teenager, but he wasn’t as jittery as he’d been when he arrived.

“How did you go?” I played the concerned hotel manager to perfection.

He strode to the counter, and when he ducked down behind it, I assumed he’d put his tools on the floor. He stood up again, and with his hands sprawled on the counter, he smiled at me.

“I was tied up for a little bit there, but I managed.” He chuckled, and it was a wickedly contagious sound.

It took all my might not to burst out laughing. “So, you got the lights working?”

“Oh yeah, of course.” He spread his fingers wide and rubbed them over the black marble. “Thank you.”

“No, no, thank you for coming out at this time of night.”

He wriggled his eyebrows. “It was my pleasure. When you see Memphis, can you tell her the knots didn’t hold?”

I shook my head. “I told you, I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

He tapped his nose. “Yeah, right. I know that you know how to find her. But don’t worry; your secret’s safe with me.”

I screwed up my face. “Okay, whatever you say.” Shaking my head to imply he was a little crazy, I backed away from the desk. “So, I guess you’ll email your invoice to me.”

He waved his hand. “It’s okay, this one’s on me. Just remember you can call me anytime.”

I was about to argue, but seeing the glimmer in his eyes, I conceded defeat instead. “Okay. Thanks. Bye then.”

He bent over, and a jangle of metal indicated he’d picked up his tools again. “Bye. Don’t forget to call me.”

I watched him stride all the way out the door and waited a couple more minutes before I burst out laughing.

It was always the men that I least expected that surprised me the most. I flopped back onto my chair and spent the remainder of my shift flicking back through the entries in my diary and smiling at all the wonderful memories.

So many different men. So many unique experiences. Each one had shown me something new.

Thirty sexual encounters in thirty weeks. It was hard to comprehend that I’d succeeded this far. It was even harder to comprehend that it was still so enjoyable. Before this year, I hadn’t found sex enjoyable at all. Now, though, I couldn’t imagine going a week without it.

I laughed, and it echoed off the marbled lobby surfaces. Lucky me. . . I still had twenty-two more weeks in my challenge.

But what then? What would next year hold?

I didn’t even want to think about that.