Caroline was chatting online with her guy, Max, when he mentioned his plan. He asked if she could possibly leave work early and meet her at their hotel. Always ready for time with him, she devised a way to be there.
She ducked out of work after two hours, feigning a migraine. She tried not to rush out to her car, but she couldn't wait to get to the hotel. Since the room would be in his name she couldn't check in until he got there. While checking her lipstick in the mirror, she saw Max's car pulling into the lot, and the tingling began as a smile spread across her face. She grabbed her overnight bag, took a last glance in the mirror, and got out of her car. She began walking to the door of the hotel, but Max honked at her. She turned around, and he motioned her over to his car.
"Come on, let's go. Time's wasting." He still wasn't budging so she walked over to him, afraid that he was cancelling.
"Hop in. We're going somewhere else. Somewhere better. Somewhere you've always wanted to go." He leaned over and opened her door. She obeyed, tossing her bag in the back seat before kissing him.
"Okay Mister, where are we going? It better be good if I skipped out of work!"
As usual, Max didn't tell. He loved to surprise her, and loved making her wait for the big reveal. Instead of answering her, he took off his tie.
"Stripping already?" she asked coyly.
"Come here." She leaned over thinking he was going to kiss her. He didn't kiss her, but put his tie over her eyes, tying it behind her head. "All will be revealed in time. Just be patient."
Since she trusted him fully, and since she loved to be surprised as much as he loved to surprise her, she didn't fight the blindfold or try to peek. Knowing that he wouldn't leave her blindfolded long, she figured the location would have to be in town. And since the only hotel she had always wanted to stay at, The Moore-Rose, was in town, she was ready for the adventure.
Max drove carefully, turning right here, left there. She couldn't tell where they were or how far they had driven. He teased her about taking her back to work, migraine cured. He talked of taking her to the laundromat because he had a trunk full of laundry to be done. She knew exactly where they were going, so she played along with him, letting him think he was fooling her. She couldn't wait to have him remove the blindfold as they pulled up to the large resort. She could almost taste the champagne they would use to toast their time together.
The car slowed. Already? Were they there so soon? He didn't usually drive so fast. It should take another fifteen minutes. Where were they?
"I hate to ask, but would you mind putting your head in my lap?"
"You want me to give you a blindfolded blowjob while you're driving?!"
"No, it's all part of the surprise. No blowjob...not yet at least." He chuckled, and she knew there would be at least one blowjob in his future.
Again, fully trusting him and not wanting to ruin the surprise, she allowed him to guide her head down into his lap, and he was careful not to let her hit her head on the steering wheel. "If I'm already blindfolded, why am I hiding my face in your lap?"
"Don't you trust me?" Of course she did, so she didn't ask again. A turn to the right, a turn to the left, two more quick turns to the right. Where were they?
He turned off the car so they must be at the surprise location. Was there a new hotel in town? Had the blindfold affected her in some way that she couldn't judge the distance driven? She would guess they had stopped for gas, but why would she have to duck down for that?
"You can sit up now, but don't take off the tie just yet." He helped her up and she heard him get out of the car. The back door opened (grabbing her bag?) then he came around and opened her door. "Here, take my hand." He took her outstretched hand, and he placed his other hand under her arm, helping her out of his car.
"Nooow?" she asked, amused at the length he would go to surprise her.
"I'll tell you. Just be patient." They walked away from the car, and she heard him open a door. "Step up, and you'll be there."
She stepped up and he guided her a few feet into wherever they were. He removed her blindfold finally. After her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked around. A small water feature with beautiful plants around it, a Tuscan scene painted behind the fountain. A large staircase winding its way both up and down. Looking up, she saw yet another Tuscan mural along the stairs. Large, overstuffed chairs. More artwork. She was at a loss.
"Where are we?" She just kept spinning around trying to gather clues. "Where is the check-in desk? And from the looks of the lobby, this place should have a doorman or a concierge. I don't see anyone but you. What's going on here?"
"Would you like to look around some more?" He walked off, still carrying her bag. She followed him, looking around. It finally dawned on her.
"Is this...this is...should we be here? This is YOUR HOUSE. What about your wife? We can't be here; she'll find us. Let's go."
"Yes, this is my house. We can be here. She won't find us. And we're staying right here. She's out of town for the day visiting friends. We are completely safe." He kept walking, setting her bag down on the kitchen island. "Just try not to linger in front of any windows. We have some pretty nosey neighbors."
Caroline ran to Max, jumping into his arms. "THANK YOU! This is so much better than the Moore-Rose!" He knew that this was where she always wanted to be, and he finally found a way to make it happen.
She wandered around the house, checking out the master suite, the guest rooms, the fitness room, and then she made her way to the full bar in the basement. "Why don't you grab a bottle of wine out of that cellar of yours? I feel like making a toast to you."
Caroline toasted Max and his trust in bringing her to his house. He made a toast to their relationship. They sat on the barstools, talking and kissing and drinking until the bottle was empty.
"Come on. I want to show you my office." They walked upstairs with him stopping off in the kitchen to grab her bag again. She walked into his office and saw the computer where he sits while sending her emails. The office where he masturbates while thinking about her. The office she wanted to fuck him in.
She took her bag from him and went into the bathroom. "Back in a minute." She slipped into her new lingerie and opened the door. "Would you like to take some pictures?"
He smiled. "I would love to take some pictures!" He took her camera and started snapping away. Standing, sitting, lying down on the couch. He sat down on the couch beside her, and the kissing began.
Caroline loved Max's kisses, kisses that could be passionate or sweet, hot or sensual. Today, luckily, they were filled with such passion that she didn't want to pull away from him. She straddled him, grinding her pussy against him. Her clit was pressed against the tip of his cock, rubbing and grinding. He ripped off her bra and sucked her tits. She was grinding hard when her first clitoral orgasm of the day happened. He covered her mouth with his own, sucking on her lower lip.
He pushed her onto her back, spread her legs and lifted the sexy little skirt that was part of her outfit. Max knelt on the floor before he slipped a finger inside her panties. His tongue quickly found her clit. She threw her left leg over the back of the couch, and propped her right leg on the coffee table. She reached down to the table and picked up the camera. It was her turn to get photos.
While Max was between her legs, Caroline took pictures of the top of his head between her legs, pictures of his tongue reaching out toward her clit, pictures of his fingers deep inside of her. His actions were getting the better of her and she had to set the camera down before she broke it. She was about to cum, and her body could at times flail about from his tongue action.
It was a good thing she set the camera down because her predictions were right. His tongue and fingers were working so hard in all the right ways that her orgasm caused her entire body to convulse. Orgasms subsiding, she looked at Max, reaching down to him. "Kiss me. Let me lick your face."
It was his turn to obey. He loved kissing after eating her pussy, having her taste what he had tasted. "I think it's time for that blowjob now." With that, he sat back on the couch and she got on all fours beside him and unzipped his pants. While she was taking his cock deep down her throat, he continued fingering her. His hips were lifting off the couch, thrusting his cock deeper. Her moans vibrating against his cock.
He pulled her off his cock and shoved her onto her back. Once again, he sucked on her clit, licked her pussy. He slipped a finger slowly into her ass causing her to buck against him. He grabbed the camera again and captured the expressions she was making: biting her lip, contorting her face, mouth opened while screaming out, "Fuck me, Max! Fuck me!"
Max stripped while watching Caroline rub her clit in anticipation. He lay down on top of her, and she guided him into her pussy. She let out a low moan as he entered. Caroline was lightly scratching his back, grabbing his ass, her hands roaming over his body.
Then she remembered the camera. She reached down and started snapping away. She took pictures of his cock entering her. She took pictures from an outstretched arm, capturing their chests and asses in the shot. She put her arm down at her waist and snapped pictures up toward her face, her tits in the air.
She set the camera down for good, wanting to enjoy finally having sex in Max's house. They moved around, but always stayed in the missionary position: Caroline propped up along the arm of the couch; her head against the arm with Max using the arm to prop up his body; pulling her down the couch so that they were only using the cushions.
She came repeatedly, and with each orgasm, he grew closer to cumming. She started talking dirty to him, talking about their future plans of strip clubs and escorts and trips together.
She talked and moaned and grabbed him tight. And Max shot his load inside her. They lay there quietly, allowing each pulse of his cock release every drop of cum into her. A few more kisses, a few laughs when they were overcome at the thought of finally being in his house together.
Caroline wanted to stay on that couch with him all day, but she knew that they couldn't. He had a big meeting. His wife's plans could change and she could come home early. As it was, they got dressed in street clothes and enjoyed sitting together silently. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and she knew it was time. Time to go. Time to reenter reality. Time to say goodbye to his house. Time to become a married man and the other woman again, secret lovers.
They walked downstairs, double-checking that all of Caroline's things were packed back in her bag (and flipping over the couch cushion with the large wet spot on it). He locked up the house while she got in the car. "Damn nosey neighbors," she said as she put her head back in his lap, hiding for the drive out of his neighborhood.
"I kinda like your head down there." (His hard cock already had given that away!)
As he let her out back at her car, still parked at the hotel, he said, "You know, she has a week-long trip planned with her sisters in the spring. If you don't mind ducking down near my house, I'd love for you to spend the week with me."
"I won't have to duck down much. I won't leave once I get there. I'll be your love slave, waiting for you when you get home every day." She smiled. "That is, if I let you leave for work!" She kissed him and hopped out of the car.
He turned left; she went straight. They had just parted when her phone beeped. "Amazing" read the text.
"It was. Week in the spring" read her reply.
Caroline couldn't wait to get home and email Max the pictures.
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