Learning To Let Go (Short Erotic Story) (3 page)

“Hello.” Tomas smiled and waved at her as she marched past the bar toward the ladies room.

Dahlia smiled and waved back, but didn’t stop to chat as he had obviously intended.

When she emerged in her black waitress apron and slacks he was waving to her.

“Psst.” He waved her toward the bar again. “Psst.”

Finally she gave in and hurried over to the bar.

“So?”

“So, what?” she asked, seemingly annoyed.

“Oh, so it went like that.” Tomas looked a little let down.

“Like what?” Dahlia said pretending not to understand. “No, I didn’t sleep with him.”

“It’s Ok.” Tomas said shrugging his shoulders happily. “There’s still time.”

Dahlia waved him off and went on setting up her section.

It was a slower day than usual at the café, but still plenty of business moved through the doors to keep her busy. She had almost forgotten about the night before when her phone vibrated in her pocket. Without a thought for the sales man, Dahlia grabbed the purple case while she was pushing through the kitchen for an order.

“TEXT ME.” Was all it said.

Dahlia felt the impact in her stomach. Oh yeah, last night had happened. She put her phone on airplane mode, and went back to the dishes, bowls of soup, martini’s and cups of coffee. When the shift ended, her phone sat dead silent with its electronic gag still in place. As she peeled off the uniform that smelled of salad dressing and chai tea, she set her phone on the counter in the ladies room and looked at it.

Had he called?

She snatched the phone and allowed it to reconnect to the outside world. No calls. No more texts. Now she felt herself wanting to contact him. If nothing else, just to know what happened next.

“I’M DONE WITH WORK ARE YOU AROUND?”

“AT THE COFFEE SHOP” came the reply.

Dahlia waived at Tomas as she headed for the door. She didn’t stop to chat. For the entire two blocks on her way to the coffee shop, she was imagining what she’d say, how she’d stand and what she would do if he asked her to spend the night with him. It was only two blocks, but she thought she’d run a hundred scenarios by the time she had reached the doors. She didn’t get in line. She didn’t even want a coffee, because there, in the back corner where they had sat the night before a neatly dressed business man with a tailored suit that hugged broad shoulders sat . . . without any coffee.

He stood up to meet her and moved her toward the door like he had somewhere important to go.

“Can I give you a ride?”

He said as his door locks beeped by the sidewalk.

“Sure, where are we going?”

“To share some things.” He said with a little smile. “I think we’ve got a lot of sharing to do tonight.”

Dahlia smiled nervously. In all the scenarios she had run in her head, he hadn’t said
that
in any of them.

“Oh, where did she go?” Devin looked at her disappointment in his big innocent eyes.

“What?” Dahlia said confused and maybe just a tiny bit offended.

“My beautiful wonder woman from last night. She’s gone, and here is a frightened girl in her place.”

Dahlia glared at the wheel of the car.

“Just get in.” he said with a bit of a sigh. “I can fix this.”

The hotel wasn’t very far away and it seemed silly to drive, but his power suit and sleek black power car seemed like such a match that Dahlia wondered if he drove just because he could. In silence they took the elevator to the 14
^th
floor of the hotel and made their way to his room. He tossed the tailored jacket carelessly across the back of a chair and led her into the living room area where he sat on one of the couches.

“Have a seat.” He said. Again not asking.

Dahlia sat, but was not happy with how this was going.

“Last night I was with a stunningly powerful woman. Confident, sexual, self-assured. This morning, you tip toe around, avert your eyes and act like you’re ashamed.”

Devin moved toward her and kneeled in front of her so that he was looking right into her eyes. “I’m going to tell you what it is that men crave by telling you what I crave. It applies to women too, but it’s more complicated then.”

Dahlia held his eye contact and nodded seriously. “Ok. . .” she waited.

“I want you to show me, and I think you’ll understand.”

“What? Show you what?”

He gripped her by the hips and puller her until she was lying on the couch with her knees bent and feet on the floor. “Show me what you want when you think about getting EVERYTHING you want.”

Dahlia’s eyes were open wide, unsure what he was asking.

“Show me how you touch yourself, when you think about meeting a stranger in the café.”

Dahlia giggled, nervously, and tried to close her thighs.

“Oh, no. No I want you to show me.”

“But I can’t” Dahlia grinned in embarrassment.

He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her lips kindly, but somehow sternly.

“Show me.” He said, pinching at her perky nipples with the other hand.

He could smell the dampness of her excitement. Even if her head said this was not going to happen, her body had other ideas, and the wet spot on her panties betrayed her true feelings on the matter. He grasped the cotton panties at her hips and pulled them down around her knees. With the palm facing up, he slid his middle finger slowly into the hot wet crevice of her juicy snatch and curled it up, pulling firmly toward the ceiling as if he were tickling her very source of desire.

Dahlia squirmed and arched her back, knees splayed and wet pussy throbbing at the open air.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered moving further back to sit on the coffee table, middle finger still rubbing inside of her.

Making a little face in protest, her hands complied. She spread her swollen pink lips and ran her fingers down either side of her tender clit. She looked up at Devin for approval as he was stripping away his clothes. The dress shirt fell to the floor, and the slacks, bulging at the crotch, soon followed.

She patted her clit softly with her middle finger and then wiped through the wetness of her open pussy, rubbing the juices around her clit, purring softly.

“Pick one.” Devin said, displaying an orderly box of toys.

Dahlia didn’t own any such thing and hesitated to even touch them.

“Here,” he said selecting a blue, bulbous and variegated dildo from the set. He pressed rubbed it against her neck and across her cheek. Then, he brushed it across her lips.

Dahlia instinctively opened her mouth to meet it. The toy smelled of rubber, but for some reason she felt herself getting further aroused as he pushed it slowly in and out of her mouth.

“It has to be wet first,“ he said with a little smile as he withdrew the dildo from her wet lips and moved it then to her swollen pussy lips, and passed the toy into the hand that was not already rubbing firmly at her clit.

Now Dahlia was laid out on a hotel couch masturbating with a dildo for her lover to watch, and she was shoving that dildo harder into her gaping snatch with each passing thrust. She was moaning and turning her head from side to side, while Devin was working away at his throbbing cock with Dahlia’s own juices.  They were both panting and sweating, looking into each other’s eyes, when Devin took hold of the dildo and pulled it away from her.

“But . . .”

Devin smiled holding it just out of her reach. As she felt her pussy emptied, she thought she might actually break into tears with frustration.

“What do you want?” Dahlia was shouting and whining at the same time.

“This is exactly what I want.” Devin said still holding the blue dildo away from her. “I want to see you love yourself, my cock, the act, the thrill. I want to see you take what you desire. We’d die for that.”

Dahlia smirked at him, still slumped on the couch, and made a lunge for the big blue toy.

“Oh, no my pet,” he said wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her up as he stood. He held the dildo in front of him like he was commanding a parade and Dahlia under one arm like a kicking puppy and proceeded directly to the bedroom where he dropped her on the bed with a plop. “Get on all fours for me.”

Dahlia sat obstinately still, studying him and weighing her options.

“I’ll give it back” he said smirking, and then repeated the command. “Get on all fours, face on the bed, ass in the air.”

She stared him down for a moment, almost for show, and then spun to put her ass in the air.

Devin dipped the dildo fluidly into her sopping wet gash and then began moving it in a spiral slowly, deliberately stirring around against the walls of her beautiful pussy. “Touch yourself,” he whispered, and she immediately complied. He spit, abruptly on her soft pink ass hole and rubbed it lightly with fingers wet with her frustration. She had never felt so full before, and was moaning happily into the blankets when she felt a warm wet finger slide seamlessly into her ass. She tensed and started to move.

“Ah, hold still or you’ll make it hurt.” He said working the dildo harder and deeper between her lips.

It didn’t hurt, but it did feel strange and made her a little self-conscious. No one had ever played with her ass like that before. Before she knew it though, there were two fingers in her ass, a dildo in her pussy and her own hands working feverishly on her clit.

Devin pulled his wet fingers out of her ass hole, to Dahlia’s disappointment, but then followed with a small firm dildo with a large flat butt stop on the end. It was narrow at first, but got wider and wider as it slid into her and then
pop,
she had a butt plug in place. She groaned and purred wiggling her body around to feel it push against her insides, and then he was on her.

Devin mounted her from behind, ruthlessly deep and firm. Dahlia gasped as he bottomed out against her and pushed against the butt plug that filled her ass. She had never been so full, or so hungry for more. He grasped her at the hips and began to thrust rhythmically as Dahlia cried out without thought for Devin or the neighbors. Her whole world was the orgasm that was building inside of her. She pressed back against his thrusts, looking for every bit of pressure their bodies could provide. Her face pressed down against the bed and her hands were working frantically at her clit. She could hear herself scream and gasp.

He slowed his thrusts, and held her tightly at the waist.

“Tell me what you want,” He said panting, between thrusts. “Tell me how you want it.”

 “Fuck me! Oh god fucking FUCK ME!” She roared at him and begged for his cock.

“Fuck my ass, just take it!” she shouted thrusting back against him.

He pulled out of her soft pussy and he pulled the butt plug to replace it with his own enormously swollen manhood. It was as if she had unleashed the rapids in the man she had known as a tender lover. He pounded her ass until she could hardly breathe and thought she might break down into hysterical tears if she did not cum on his cock. He was panting and sweating on her, but all the while begging her to cum.

Her back arched forward, she tensed throughout her entire body and shook as she held her breath. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he exploded into her ass and she screamed out his name in ecstasy, falling flat against the bed utterly spent.