“I know the feeling.”
“Poor guy,” she observed with a wicked half smile, looking down at my engorged prick, aching to get out of my jeans. “Too bad I can’t give him any relief.” She pulled her fingers out of herself, brought them up to her mouth to lick them, then stopped short. “You strike me as a guy that really likes to pleasure a woman.”
“Well, I…” I replied, but was cut short as she thrust them into my mouth. I was overwhelmed, the taste of her was heavenly and aromatic, and as I closed my eyes and sucked in her juices, I felt her close around me, her body pressed to me tightly. She felt amazing, her firm breasts thrust against my chest as she deftly replaced her fingers with her tongue, and I was completely lost as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, my hands exploring her ass and the smooth skin of her back.
“If you want more of that, you can get it directly from the source,” she whispered into my ear, as she slid back onto the ground, opening her legs and beckoning me with her finger.
For a brief moment, I advanced. I was possessed of nothing but lust, a desire to dive between her legs and taste her delicious juices and then fuck her until we were both sore. But then, a pang of guilt took over. A voice in my head resoundingly said “No, this isn’t what you wanted.” I hesitated, then stopped completely. “I…I can’t. I’m sorry.” And I got up and started running. She called out after me, but I was already committed, sprinting as hard as I could, running like crazy. I went on and on until my legs burned, driven by panic and guilt, until finally, I had to stop. I slumped over, putting my hands on my quads as I wheezed and tried to avoid retching, and as I glanced back, I didn’t even see a trace of her. Looking up, I saw my hotel in the distance, and I was amazed I’d covered this much ground so quickly. I spent another minute or so letting my breathing and heart rate return to something approximating normal, and then made my way up to the hotel. As I got into the room, I began to pace, angrily, going over the whole scene. How could I have been so stupid? I was only a few moments away from fucking her, the thing I swore I wouldn’t do, and I was upset with myself. Was I overthinking this? She had pushed my boundaries, sure, but should I have just done it? Was I brave, or was I just a pussy? As I was stewing in my outrage, I heard a soft knock on the door. I charged over and threw it open, and was surprised to see Mariah in the doorway. “What?!” I spat out indignantly.
“I’m sorry,” she offered meekly.
“Okay,” I said curtly, not in the mood to deal with her. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, this,” she added, reaching into her back pocket and producing my phone. “You forgot it. I thought you might want it back.”
“Oh. Um, thank you.” I hadn’t even processed that it wasn’t in my pocket.
“You’re welcome, brand new iPhone, and I know that’s expensive. I thought you might want it back.”
“Yeah.”
“I was way out of line, I should have respected your boundaries. I’m sorry, and I’ll leave you alone. If you want to, we can talk some other time. I just wanted to return that to you before you went out and blew a bunch of money on a replacement you don’t need.”