Audrey’s high heels clicked along the smooth hard floor of the terminal, her pink rolling suitcase trailing behind her, as the rows of gates stretched out interminably before her. She was glad that hers was the farthest at the end because she needed to burn off some anxious energy and kill some time. Somehow she’d already managed to brush aside her strange experience with a TSA inspector and focus only on the immediate future: an unexpected weekend break with Adam, both of them agreeing to swear off work for days of indulgence.
She wanted to text him but he was already flying towards Los Angeles ahead of her, so she contented herself with scrolling through Twitter for the latest chatter about their campaign. “It doesn’t count as work if it’s Twitter!” she smiled to herself, “and anyway I’ll swear it off completely once I land.” After reading through some journalistic takes on Adam’s latest policy proposals (they were always going after his strong digital privacy platforms) and an instagram model’s praise for his latest outfit (“he looks FUN,” she gushed), she checked the time a dozen more times and then was first in line to board.
The flight from San Francisco was blissfully quick, with the announcements between “we’ve reached our cruising altitude” and “prepare for initial descent” straddling about 20 minutes. As she stepped off the plane and wound her way through the terminal to where she knew he’d be standing outside she was breathing fast and sweating slightly. She adjusted her midriff-bearing peasant top and pulled on her new Lennon-esque sunglasses as she stepped onto the sidewalk, scanning the crowd for him. Then there he was: in a crisp blue suit, a delicately patterned button-down shirt, and his trademark sexy brown aviators. It was risky to act too familiar in public but they were 3000 miles from their campaign headquarters and, fuck it, she couldn’t help herself.
“Hi,” she smiled as she stepped towards him languidly.
“Hey,” he breathed as he sized her up approvingly. He would normally try to be cool and contained but he was all in. This weekend was theirs and there was no time to waste. He took another step and his arms encircled her tiny waist, pulling her roughly towards him. Her eyes widened in happy surprise at his eagerness, and her lips parted into a big grin, inviting a kiss whose force pressed her against the concrete wall and thrust his tongue against hers.
“I need to get you out of here,” he groaned. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the taxi line, but not without stopping one more time to press her up against a fence for one more deep, hard kiss.
“What are you doing?” he asked as their taxi sped along highway 1 to their Venice Beach hotel. She was twisting her arms under her shirt and adjusting something. “I’m overheating,” she teased just as she pulled her lacy black bra out from under the thin silky shirt and stuffed it into her purse with a sideways glance towards the oblivious driver. “You’re killing me,” he whispered, moaning, pulling her long brown hair to the side for his lips to touch her ear desperately. She was enchanted by his excitement — the Adam from the campaign trail never lost control, never expressed any weakness. Yet here he was. Weak. Desperate. For her.
Check-in at the hotel was mercifully quick which meant that they were through the door of their ocean-view suite in minutes, and even before they could examine the room he had pushed her suitcase from her hand and pressed her up against the wall, his hardness straining through his suit pants and his breathing already ragged. They kicked off their shoes. “Let’s go see the bedroom,” she chided, but he knew exactly what she wanted: to be thrown across the king-size bed and devoured. He could take care of that. He picked her up easily and tossed her down lightly onto the bed. But after he looked down at her, spread out on the white sheets, he paused.
“No! What are you doing?” she begged, but he smiled and grabbed her phone. “You look perfect, I’m taking your picture.” She tried to look at the camera lens but her eyes settled on watching his face as he photographed her. She could see how he looked at her, hungrily, and it lit her up.
“I told you that I was going to need time to warm up and relax,” she said hesitantly, “but… I think I’m already there.”
“I know, I can tell,” he smiled, and, as if to prove his point, he pulled down her gray jeans just enough to reveal her thin cotton panties and finger the growing wet spot at her slit. She groaned in pleasure as his big strong fingers nuzzled their way between her lips with the wet cotton still protecting her entrance. “Please,” she moaned weakly.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please… please take my panties off.”
She grabbed her shirt by the hem and pulled it up and over her head as he yanked her panties and jeans down in one smooth movement, revealing her pale lithe body and its heaving breaths of desperation. He took her abandoned shirt and used it to bind her wrists together, pushing them above her head, which accentuated the size of her large round breasts. He grabbed lustily at them, pinching a pale pink nipple in each hand, contorting her face with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Her pained moans drove him wild with pleasure and, without thinking, he let his teeth sink deeply into the flesh of her upper left arm. “Ouch!” she started to say but it turned into yet another moan, and they both looked lustily at the bite marks imprinted on her skin, spurring them onwards.
“Wait,” he said.
“No! No wait!” she moaned.
“Where’s that little bag of tricks you brought?” he asked.
“In my suitcase, it’s the white mesh bag,” she answered.
“Don’t move,” he instructed. He stepped out of the room and she could hear him unzipping her suitcase. He returned a moment later with the mesh bag and dumped its contents out across the bed. He smiled and rifled through the assortment of plugs and condoms and vibrators and lacy pieces of lingerie.
“Looks like you’re expecting a very fun weekend,” he teased.
“If you fucking hurry up,” she retorted.
“Patience, patience,” he reprimanded and climbed over her, untying her wrists and sliding his arms under her naked body and lifting her off the bed to lean her up against the wall.
“I’ll be quick,” he promised, and he took two bundles of black straps and unraveled them quickly. “Yes, this is exactly what we need,” he smiled but she could barely smile back, so weak with desire that her knees were beginning to buckle with desperate anticipation.
He lifted up the mattress with one arm and slid the largest strap from top to bottom before dropping it back down and pulling up the four shorter attachments: two together at the head of the bed and one each along the sides near the bottom. Her breathing was faster as he clipped a velcro restraint onto each strap. But before grabbing her again he wanted to be as naked as she was, so he ripped off his shirt, yanked down his slacks, and removed his boxers and socks before stepping over to roughly kiss her again. Hard.
Just as her mouth relaxed against his he pulled back, grasping her torso and spinning her back around onto the bed. His speed and intensity were increasing as he pulled her arms up and restrained her wrists above her head, and then used his knees to spread her legs apart, stretching her widely before restraining her by the ankle cuffs. She could see how hard he was getting.
Despite his throbbing frenzy to be inside of her immediately he paused for a moment to survey his handiwork: her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes softened into submission, her long hair swirled around her head, and her pale naked limbs stretched out long and wide. His gaze came to rest on her exposed sex: completely shaved, with her long lips moist and just beginning to swell and open. It felt like a dream, with the sound of music and waves drifting in through the transparent white curtain, bathing them in the beachy afternoon light.
Audrey felt completely vulnerable and open to him, she was ready to surrender everything to him. His blond hair was shining golden, his blue eyes were bright and alive with desire, his strong muscles were flexed in anticipation and his hard cock… oh, that long hard cock that she had been waiting for. She narrowed her eyes to take in the sight of him, and found herself straining against the black straps.
“Don’t make me tighten those,” he threatened as he watched her squirming desperately. Kneeling between her legs he let a single finger slide between her pussy lips, and they both felt a shock move through them as they savored this long-awaited touch. “I know what you’re waiting for, but I need to kiss you first,” he said as he lowered his chin to her trembling pussy, letting his lips gently graze her labia before opening them slightly to let his tongue trace a line from the bottom to up just below her clit. His rough stubble tickled her sensitive skin.
Her chest was heaving with anticipation but he savored the slowness. His tongue dipped deeply between her labia and she squirmed to meet it, feeling its wetness in hers and then its roughness, lapping again against her lips and now touching just the tip of his tongue to her swelling clit. He prodded it with the hardness of his pointed tongue and she screeched in pleasure before he drew his lips tight around it and sucked it into his mouth, letting the sharp edges of his teeth roughly bite at it until she cried out for more.
“More what?” he taunted, his lips letting go of her clit.
“You know what!” she cried impatiently.
She looked pointedly at his engorged cock, its veins throbbing and a hint of precum at the tip. “I need you inside me,” she begged. “I’ve waited too long.”
He raised his head from between her legs and leaned up over her until his face was just above hers. “First I want you to taste yourself,” he said before he plunged his tongue into her mouth, smearing her own juices across her lips. Her hips were gyrating under his, aching for the feel of his cock against her pussy. As he continued to kiss her deeply he adjusted his cock to just graze her swollen lips, and she bucked in pleasure and anticipation.
He lifted his face from hers and straightened up to position his cock between her legs, training his eyes on her desperate face as he entered her. “Please, please,” she repeated weakly as he wedged the tip of his cock between her pink lips, spreading her just enough to let her long labia enfold his pulsing member. He was dying to drive his way into her pussy deep and fast, but he knew that going tantalizingly slow would enable to feel every vein and ridge of his cock as he slipped in.
Their eyes locked as he began to slide in, and she felt herself being spread apart as his cock shifted deeper and deeper, her pussy squeezing involuntarily against it with strong grasping muscle spasms. He pushed in further and further, her hips wiggling to draw him in deeper, both of them gasping as it neared her cervix and then both of them moaning in unison as finally it reached the hilt, his balls pressed up against her lips, the tip of his cock in the deepest part of her, throbbing against her.
The pleasure at being intertwined drove them both so wild that she found herself thrashing beneath his muscular torso as he grasped roughly at her breasts, licked her face like an animal and then clutched at her restrained wrists to intertwine their fingers as he pulled his cock from the depths of her wet pussy before ramming back into her, hard. Her guttural moan spurred him on as he began to pound her over and over, her thighs flexing at each stroke and her moans increasing in intensity.
“Please, please,” she began moaning again, incoherent with pleasure, and she gazed slack-jawed at his cock as it slid in and out of her, her mouth just beginning to form a soft circle inviting him between her lips. He knew what she wanted, so as he slid out of her pussy one more time he moved up to lean his hips next to her face, bracing his arms against the headboard as his cock swung up to her waiting lips.
She opened her mouth wide and he slid so deep into her that she began to gag, but she refused to stop and greedily sucked his cock, letting her wet lips drip saliva all along it as he pumped in and out of her mouth. She paused to let her tongue trace it from his balls all along his veiny throbbing shaft to the tip, where she teased it with light, wet circles. His moans were getting deeper and louder and she knew that he was getting close to coming.
“I want you to come in mouth,” she begged, and the excitement of her invitation caused him to pump more furiously in and out, her wet lips dragging against him and creating an unbelievable friction against his sensitive, engorged cock. His groans increased in pitch until she could feel him beginning to tense up, ready to explode in her mouth, and she opened her mouth and throat as wide as she could to let him in just as he convulsed with an eruption of hot wet semen. She greedily swallowed it as he began to pull out, with a strand of semen dripping along her cheek as he collapsed beside her on the bed.
Delicately he brushed his hand against her face, and with a single finger touched the semen he had left there, sliding to collect it onto his fingertip and then slip it into her mouth. She sucked his finger clean and smiled as he then touched the finger to his own lips.
They laid together, spent, silent.
“That was fun,” she murmured as they gazed at one another, exhausted, eyes twinkling.
“I don’t know that you’ve had enough fun yet,” he asserted, unexpectedly touching her clit with his finger and causing her to buck in response. “Yes,” he confirmed, “I have some fun ideas for you,” glancing at the toys still spilled out across the bed.
“But first,” he declared, “I’m taking you to the beach to watch the sunset.” As he unclipped her restraints, pulled her up, and tossed her a short floral romper that he had grabbed from her suitcase, she gazed at him in wonder and adoration. Some kind of change had overtaken him, he wasn’t playing games anymore — he was present and uncontrived and natural. She sensed something deeper than just their sexual chemistry, and as she let Adam lead her out of the hotel and wind her down the crowded streets and out onto the warm fine sand of Venice Beach, Audrey felt herself opening to whatever lay ahead.