4 comments/ 64346 views/ 8 favorites Wild On Brooke Burke By: gdavis "Eric, my boy, I see some talent here tonight," Darren excitedly observed as we entered the swanky new nightclub with the promising name, Eden. Thanks to an inside connection we were able to bypass the staggering line of frustrated individuals fidgeting behind the velvet rope. We both gave a regal glance back to the peasants, as we shook hands with our inside connection, Alex, a bouncer and regular steroid abuser. All muscle and no brain I matched his crushing shake with an equal amount of macho intensity. It would have been easier to just whip our dicks out and compare size, but civility prevailed, my grip passed his test and he ushered us through with a friendly, but heavy, pat on the shoulder. After dropping a guest special five for the cover, we were greeted by the thumping bass of the typical techno-club garbage blasting from the massive new speaker system sucking us in like spiders down a drain. Nearly deaf, our skills of sight were magnified in their Herculean task of sizing up the bounty of scantily clad beauties, seemingly countless in variety and perfection. "Some talent, this place is a gold mine," I responded, a huge grin on my face, my eyes devotedly following each pair of legs that walked by. Of course our sophisticated drooling technique led each lady to turn the other way, the standard model like bored look gracing each of their eyes. It must be tough being so gorgeous. Experienced, Darren quickly assumed the cool reassurance of the crowd around us, an assorted arrangement of the aforementioned beauties, older money men, and calmly prowling young studs, like ourselves, looking for the right opportunity to flash a smile and drop a familiar line. For ten o'clock the place was already pretty jumping, go-go dancers in their cages gyrating scandalously to the music spun by the always world famous DJ you've never heard of. This was supposed to become "The Place" in Santa Barbara, where young coeds could frolic with vacationing celebrities and wealthy professionals. It appeared to be living up to the hype, although I don't know how many of the more attractive attendees would be there in a couple of months. Clubs in Santa Barbara have the tendency of fizzling out. "Aren't you glad I dragged you out," Darren shouted in my ear over the music, an exact reason why he had to drag me out. "My eyes are," I shouted back. I usually can't stand these clubs. I hate the music, the dancing, the pretentiousness of the patrons, and the outrageous prices they charge for the drinks required either to bait a girl into a conversation or to swallow enough liquid courage to try your luck out on the dance floor. Darren had dragged me rather than his closer friend, Steve, purely for aesthetic reasons. Despite my lack of game and general timidness, I am more than mildly attractive, even better looking than Darren himself, in my own, not quite so humble opinion. Darren is my workout buddy so we share the same chiseled frame, he's a bit taller, a blonde hair, blue eyed California boy, while I carried off the tall, dark, and handsome routine. Our basic operating procedure is that I play Goose to his Maverick, attaching myself to the friend of his attraction. Not that I grumble at this duty, it suits me reasonably well, except of course, in the rare instances where the second dish fails to qualify for even my most generous of standards. We had a couple of drinks at the bar, Darren starting up conversations with the various women in our proximity. I was friendly, but neither liberal enough with my cash nor charismatic enough with my conversation, to hold any wandering eye's attention. Young beauties like these, in a place like this, are looking for a little bit more than a penny less undergrad with zip zero more than the bulge in his off the rack slacks to ply their flexible young legs open with. There were plenty of fat wallets out there auditioning for just the right touch from a gold digging petitioner. Understanding the game I felt only the slightest rejection when each one inevitably turned away from me, and gave the polite, but hope dashing, "It was nice meeting you," good-bye. Darren, always working an angle, had latched on to a girl next door type blonde, not the model he was looking for, but a relatively cute female whom he escorted onto the dance floor. Knowing Darren, he was either using her to display some of his personally, highly touted dance moves, or getting close to the lesser so he could hit on the better looking friend. As bastardly as it sounds, it is surprisingly effective, so much for female unity. I really wasn't feeling the vibe of the place, or it wasn't feeling me, so I headed upstairs to the second floor, where I could lean over the railing and marvel at the mating ritual unfolding below me. The second floor was much more laid back. People lounged on the plush couches, sipping their drinks, still scanning the room, but without the eagerness, or desperation depending on your spin, that characterized the wandering eyes below. As I walked over to the bar I noticed an especially attractive blonde coming out of the VIP area. She clearly was a model. Tall, all legs, a beautiful face, and a body to match. I couldn't get over her legs, which seemed to be avoiding land mines with each poised step. Of course the four-inch heels probably helped, as did the short silver dress, cut high, above mid-thigh, that adorned her delicate body. Our eyes met, or rather she caught me staring. She gave me a quick smile, not inviting, but narcisstic, before turning away from me to lean back into the VIP "One hell of a night," I mumbled to myself as I stepped up to the bar. I ordered a red bull and vodka in hopes of breathing some life into to my night. Drink in hand I turned from the bar. I saw my model and her equally gorgeous dark haired friend talking, or rather from the pleasant, but impatient, smiles on their faces, being pestered by three eager young men. "What a bunch of pricks," I thought to myself, annoyed not by the overly confident young professionals, with their designer suits, and expensive watches, but by the balls they had to approach two women obviously out of their league, although I don't know who's league they would be in. Maybe someone with deep pockets, that never seems to fail to equalize any physical differences between goddess and mortal. I approached the group heading towards the stairs so I could pick up the leftovers from Darren; the blonde was pretty cute. Glancing over I was instantly struck by how familiar her friend looked. Glowing olive skin, not white, not latin, not asian, almost a mix of all three. Whatever she was, she was gorgeous. When she swept her rich dark hair from her face I could see her stunning facial features, mysterious almond eyes, carefully crafted eyebrows, a small narrow nose, parted lips, and a tiny beauty mark on her right cheek. Her face was enough to stop me in my tracks, but her body, her small slender body of breathtaking curves. If her friend was a model, she was a princess, "Jesus, I'm already gushing," I thought to myself. I was caught staring again by her friend, who surprisingly winked at me as I approached. To my further surprise she turned to greet me, "Hey honey, thanks for the drink," she casually brought me into her circle, a look in her eyes letting me know to play along as she reached for the drink and took it from my obliging hand. "Oh, I'm sorry man I didn't know she was with you," said the middle suitor in a condescending manner, "my name is Mark, these are my friends Kyle and Rick." I shook each of their hands with equal disdain, as if I was allowing them a privilege, not even giving my name in return. "How about you let me buy you guys a round of drinks," offered Mark. "Thanks, but we were about to leave," replied the blonde putting her hand on my lower back, "it was nice meeting you." "But you can't leave yet, its barely twelve o'clock, have at least one drink with us," Kyle stepped up this time with the offer. "I'm afraid the car is outside waiting," I replied seemlessly assuming the role offered to me. "It can wait five minutes can't it?" replied Rick this time, not looking at us, but at the stunning brunette, "C'mon Brooke, its only a drink." That's when it hit me that I did know this girl. I can't believe it took me so long to recognize Brooke Burke, its not like I ever watched her show for the travel tips. "Sorry boys, gotta go," replied Burke backing away with the blonde and me. I remained cool as we walked away keeping my arm hooked around the blonde's, neither too eager nor too meek. I continued to play my role. "Thank you, so much. I hate it when I'm approached that aggressively," said the blonde as she leaned against me. "No problem. The shocked look on their faces was enough for me," I calmly replied as we gingerly descended the stairs. "No kidding, like they had a chance with me anyways," she snobbishly answered back, "and you responded perfectly, not even giving your name." "Just remembering every prick I've ever met." "You must have met some of Janice's boyfriends then," chimed in Brooke exchanging a playful two way look with the blonde. "Anyways," the blonde smiled as she shifted subjects quickly, "what is your name handsome?" she asked once we reached the bottom of the staircase. "Eric, and yours?". "I'm Janice and this is Brooke." "Its nice to meet both of you, I thought I recognized your face. You do that show on "E", right?". "That's right," politely replied Brooke shifting into the fan greeting persona. I realized I'd made a mistake in bringing up the show. It rapidly altered the situation, as I became just another irritating fan boy. And from the sour look on Janice's face this greatly decreased my chances of staying in their company much longer. "So other than the desire to be harassed by undeserving young men, what drove the two of you out here tonight?" I asked Janice trying to reconnect with her while shifting the conversation back to where it was before with a desperate joke. Janice didn't bite, it was Brooke who answered, "I'm just here as a favor to my agent who is a friend of the owner. The typical promotional appearance. How 'bout you?". "Just checking out the new club. My friend knows the bouncer so I thought I might as well." "I saw you upstairs by yourself, didn't look like you were having much fun," Janice inserted trying to burn me. "I guess its not my type of scene." "Not much of a dancer?" asked Brooke. "No, actually I love to dance, just not to this kind of music." "Really what kind?" inquired Brooke seemingly interested. "Latin music, salsa, merangue, that type. Club music tends to get a little monotonous." "You're right about that. I used to get headaches from all those clubs I use to visit," added Brooke. "If you're not enjoying it how come you're still here?" impatiently asked Janice. "I'm just waiting for my...," I saw Darren with a big grin on his face approaching us, "friend who's actually coming this way right now," both girls looked over at Darren as he strolled up to us, he had no doubt seen my fortune from the dance floor. I was a little nervous about Darren meeting Brooke, I mean he has her calendar up on his wall, magazines under his bed, and screensaver on his computer. He even made his last girlfriend watch her show with him, much to his former better half's displeasure. I had no idea how he would react to actually being in her presence. "Hey, Eric how's everything going?" Jovially announced Darren obliviously trying to maintain his slick persona. "Not too bad. Janice, Brooke this is Darren, Darren this is Janice and Brooke," I introduced each of them, Darren shaking each girl's hand, but surprisingly paying most attention to Janice, almost ignoring Brooke. I, of course knew this was just one of his usual ploys, but Janice didn't seem to mind it, she was all smiles for Darren. "So Janice, how do you like the new club?" Darren continued his strategy. "Its not bad." "Its not bad, is that all you can say about it. You need somebody to show you a good time," "My famous friend here was supposed to, but she's ready to leave," Janice kidded Brooke. She was obviously giving Darren a chance. "I said I would stay if you wanted to," responded Brooke. "Famous?" began Darren I couldn't believe he was reaching this far, "Are you an actress? I don't think I've ever seen you," "Yes he did," I thought to myself in disbelief. "You don't know who she is, Brooke Burke, the model, 'Wild On'," asked Janice seeming to share my disbelief. "I'm afraid I don't watch a lot of TV," replied Darren forgetting the giant fifty-two inch screen enjoying a brief break in his living room. "If I had to guess I would have assumed that you were the famous one," he added pushing his sugary limits with Janice. It was a struggle for me just to keep a straight face. "Thanks, but now you're trying too hard," replied Janice to the compliment with a pleased look on her face. "I'm not just saying that," Darren fearlessly continued, "You must be a model at least,", "Well I am a model, although I really want to be an actress," she replied, buying what Darren was selling. She even enthusiastically added, "I've had a few small movie roles." "Really which movies?" he eagerly asked. "Maybe it is Janice he's interested in. She is a total knock out," I thought to myself. I glanced over at Brooke to see how she was viewing the scene unfolding before us. She looked up flicking her long lashes and gave me a knowing smile. But as our eyes lingered she suddenly blushed no doubt seeing in my gaze more than an unspoken joke. She looked quickly away flashing her wedding ring as she used her delicate hand to brush the hair away from her face. I looked down, first out of timidness, then intently as I admired the attire she wore. Her legs looked amazing in platform heels with ribbons criss crossing up her toned calves. I have a love/hate relationship with feet, they either disgust me, or in the case of the select few, they capture my total fascination, Brooke's were in the latter. They appeared smooth and delicate, the toes small, without being tiny, neatly painted burgundy to match her dress. That dress was obviously made for her body both literally and figuratively. The flimsy fabric swept below her knee, swaying as she walked or turned. Realizing that my original timidness was evolving into creepiness I returned to her face asking her a question to spark a conversation outside of Darren's exploration of Janice's extensively limited film career, "How about you? What's your professional review of this place?". "It seems fun. Nothing too special, the typical party spot. I think I'm starting to get too old for these places," she joked at the end of her evaluation. "You're just not at the right place," I added. "Where's that?". "There's a great salsa spot about five minutes from here, can you dance?". "Can I dance?" she flirtatiously mocked offense, "only if I have a partner who knows what he's doing." "I don't believe you," I playfully kidded her. "Janice," Brooke interrupted Darren's royal treatment, "tell him how well we dance salsa." "Like pros," replied Janice with a big grin. "Then how about you show us. We know a place not far from her," challenged Darren. The girls exchanged looks before answering, "lead the way." We left the club. Acting upon the same mental wavelength we bypassed Darren's classic 1987 Honda Civic and caught a cab squeezing into the back seat with the girls. Darren and Janice were pressed against each other in the middle, and from the way her hand lingered on his leg as he rambled on about Santa Barbara nightlife I realized where that couple was heading. Where I was heading was a different place. I saw the disappointed look on Brooke's face when she checked her cell phone. I knew she was married with two young kids, so I was trying to fight the urge to hope, but it was hard not to see an image of my frequent fantasy each time her sweet face glanced my way, laden with the disappoint which burdened it from somewhere else. Her husband, her kids, none of them were present, just facts I had read in a magazine, and this siren's presence erased the tediousness of facts. We arrived quickly at the lively salsa spot, the music, the crowd, the energy, all different, and in each way a little bit better than the club before. I felt my hips begin to sway to the rhythm the second we walked in. The girls seemed to come alive with the energy of the music as well. Wasting no time we headed straight for the dance floor. "Let's see those moves hotshot," kidded Brooke as she turned to face me. We started dancing, separately at first, then quickly coming together. "I guess you do know how to dance," complimented Brooke smiling widely as we both expertly stepped in time with each other. "Would I lie," I joked. "I'm sure you would," laughed Brooke. Just the slight feel of her body against mine, not pressed together like Janice and Darren who weren't dancing as much as dry humping, but in a truly romantic way. A hand on her hip, a hold on the back of my shoulders. She simply felt, smelt, and looked great, and I felt lucky just to be in proximity to her, let alone the focus of her body's attention. "Where'd you learn to dance?" inquired Brooke clearly impressed with my effortless movements. "I dated a girl a while back who was an instructor," dated seems such a deficient word for someone you devoted two years to, but the lingering sentiments that usually arose with the mere mention of that wound, were quickly extinguished by the smile before me. "She must have been a good teacher." "But a horrible girlfriend." "Hey, at least you got something out of it." We continued to dance for at least twenty minutes, exchanging moves and information. She left out the husband and kid part, which kept my hopes alive, although I danced around the subject of availability with each turn in the conversation. While we were dancing I noticed Eva, a sizzling hot latina I'd been trying to get closer to for the past month, eyeing me from the bar. Each time I glanced her way she quickly turned her head exposing her interest. I followed her progression from the bar to the dance floor, losing her for a minute before she finally walked up to us. "Mind if I cut in?" requested Eva looking sexy in a curve hugging red dress, slit high up the right side. "Sure no problem, I was about to take a break," replied Brooke killing me as she left my arms cheerfully and walked off the floor. "Where'd you dig her up?" asked Eva obviously jealous even though it was she who had rebuked my previous advances. "Why does it matter to you?" I curtly asked as we danced together. "Just don't want you wasting all your money on high priced hookers," answered Eva feigning concern as she looked up into my face. "Damn, I think somebody's jealous," I responded back a winner's smile on my face. "Jealous?" She didn't seem to have a problem leaving you." "Maybe she looked at you and knew she didn't have anything to worry about." "No girl would leave me alone with someone they wanted, look at me," she confidently replied grabbing my chin and forcing me to look down at her. "Well, she got a pretty good look." "And left, either because she didn't want you, or knew she couldn't compete. I think she was just happy to have an excuse to leave." "Or was scared off by your ghetto charm." "Ghetto? Sweetie I'm not ghetto," she responded angrily, yet pressing her body closer to mine at the same time. "Sorry, maybe I stepped a little too far with that one," I apologized enjoying the feel of her body against mine. Maybe it was my cock calculating the possibilities, but I suddenly started seriously pondering how I should act in this situation. Brooke was beyond all comparison. But I had to be realistic. That path was headed towards nothing but frustration and a cold shower. And Eva wasn't anything to complain about either. I'd been pursuing it for a while, and at that moment I knew I had her. Wild On Brooke Burke Our dancing grew more and more intimate as these thoughts sifted through my head, indecisive as always. I looked over towards the bar and saw Brooke playing the part of Eva before her. The displeased look on her face only increased my inability to make a decision, although Eva was trying to make the decision for me by seductively rubbing her right leg on my own. I made eye contact with Brooke and she returned my gaze with a smoldering intensity that let me know she was not enjoying the performance before her. I waited for her gaze to subside, but its energy never wavered. That look made the decision for me. I eased away from Eva, still dancing with her, but without the lust. Just like she had danced with me in the past when I frequented the club sans supermodel. Eva worked to close the gap between us, but I simply increased the rhythm of our dancing to prevent her from doing so. Brooke appeared next to us and tapped Eva on the shoulder, "Thanks sweetie, for keeping my date busy," she stated with a Hollywood smile on her face. Eva was obviously intimidated by Brooke despite her own stellar appearance, "Sure...it was my pleasure," she nervously said as she released her hold of me. "Thanks for the dance, Eva," I followed up loving my position and in ecstasy over a simple word, 'date', issued from Brooke's glossy lips. Eva almost had a pathetic look on her face as Brooke entered my arms and she backed away into the crowd. "I see why your girlfriend left you, stud," Brooke began, chiding me with a smile on her face, "you don't know how to treat a date." "Is that what you are?". "If you can't figure it out..." she started to whisper up to me, but I brought her closer to my body and I let our movements do the talking for us. We danced together just like the word that brought me so much joy. After the second song ended I came down a bit from the clouds and looked around for Darren and Janice. It was already approaching one thirty and I knew the lights would be on in less than ten minutes. Not wanting the experience to end, but intrigued by the after hour possibilities I suggested we found our friends to leave. I was sure they were ready to go. Brooke agreed and we searched the club coming upon them cozily nestled on the couches towards the back. The two were passionately kissing and Darren's hand was caressing Janice's thigh. I had my hand on Brooke's back guiding her through the crowd, but as soon as we approached them she separated deliberately from my light hold. I attempted to place my hand in hers, but she quickly rebuked my advance by taking a step away from me. "Having fun?" playfully asked Brooke. The two of them stopped kissing and smiled at us. "We are, how about you?" asked Janice insinuating with her eyes. "Eric wasn't lying about being a good dancer," responded Brooke dryly not even glancing at me, one of the worst compliments I've ever received. "I'm guessing you guys are ready to go," added Brooke. "You guys are coming back to the hotel with us," responded Janice cupping Darren's face with her hand. "Well..," Brooke began "I wasn't asking, I was telling," Janice cut me off. I looked out Brooke, but she just gave me an empty smile. I couldn't believe how quickly the heat between us had evaporated. We left the club and headed back to their luxury hotel in a cab. Despite being smashed against each other, Brooke and I conversed little magnifying the sudden tension between us. When we got out in front of the hotel I stopped Brooke as Janice and Darren eagerly made their way towards the entrance, "I guess I'll say goodnight here, I don't think they want any more company." "Are you sure?" she responded politely, not invitingly. "I wouldn't want.." "Hurry up you two! I want to get in the jacuzzi," shouted Janice cutting me off. "I don't think Janice is going to let you leave quite yet," followed up Brooke. She took my hand and guided me towards the entrance. My hopes raised, she quickly dashed them by letting my hand go once I started moving. Done with that bit of seduction she resumed her neglect once again unflipping her phone so she could check her messages for the hundredth time. We silently rode the elevator up to their room, Janice and Darren out of anticipation, Brooke and me out of discomfort. Brooke's spirits seemed to have dipped again causing me to plan the quickest exit possible. We entered their suite, which was extravagant like no doubt ever other room they ever stayed in. "Start up the hot tub boys we'll go change," commanded Janice as she and Brooke entered the single bedroom. "I'm afraid I don't have a suit," I stated hoping it provided an excuse for my rapid departure. Darren looked at me in bewilderment. "Just wear your boxers, unless you're shy," answered Janice. "What if we're not wearing boxers?" joked Darren. "You better be if you want us to get in," replied Janice laughing. Darren quickly set to work setting up the jacuzzi attempting to take off his clothes at the same time. "I know Brooke's playing it cool, but don't worry. At least stay around long enough for me to close the deal with Janice." "I don't think you need me for that," I responded to Darren's plea. "Maybe so, but you never know maybe Brooke will heat up in the water." "You know she's married." "So what?" monogamy was a foreign concept to Darren. "It doesn't feel right," I replied. "Don't be a pussy, who cares if she's married," answered Darren misinterpreting my expression. "I meant the situation between us. She acts like she doesn't even want me to be here." "Just relax." "Is it ready?" asked Janice sticking her head out the bedroom door. "Almost," replied Darren. "Then how come you have your clothes on?" asked Janice causing Darren to drop his pants with a huge smile on his face and an obscene growing bulge in his boxers. He claimed to have an eight-inch member, but everybody knew this was bullshit. Mine is about six and half and he's barely a little bigger than myself, from what I've seen in the gym. "Good, we'll be out in a minute," responded Janice to Darren's strip show, eyeing him with her own lustful gaze. "God, I'm going to fuck the shit out of her," crudely appraised Darren as I stripped off my clothes and we both stepped into the small jacuzzi, which promised close contact when the girls entered. Flashing a proud smile Janice sauntered out of the bedroom in a skimpy red bikini. Enhancing the presentation was the four-inch heels that she no doubt mindlessly put on to showcase her stunning legs. I think even Darren was speechless as he gazed upon her approaching the Jacuzzi, "Look at you two, I should have dated more volleyball players in college," appraised Janice. "Its never too late to start," answered Darren, who evidently had pulled out his standard athletic lie. He usually reserved it for tourist from out of state easily impressed by anything related to the famed Californian lifestyle, but in Janice's case I guess he wasn't leaving anything to chance. Behind Janice, or maybe just hidden by the overwhelming attraction of Janice's red bathing suit, emerged Brooke covering up her world famous body in a simple white hotel robe. Recovering from the flamboyancy of the strutting blonde I was quick to admire the inconcealable radiance of Brooke, who despite being covered from ankle to neck, and restraining her lush hair in a plain ponytail, still managed to emit a glowing sexuality. My heart skipped a beat just looking at her. Janice didn't waste anytime slipping into the water, while Brooke slowly undid her robe allowing it to fall from her frame revealing her own glorious body to our roving eyes. Covered only by a small white with baby blue trim bikini, I remembered again why I spent late nights watching her pose from every corner of the world. Her body was beyond being on point, it was exquisite. Everything toned and tanned, I don't think I've ever seen a woman's stomach quite as perfect. I would have given anything to have her spin around and show us the complete package, but instead she silently slid into the hot water between Janice and me, although sadly leaning towards the feminine side. Darren's hands immediately found Janice's body as she snuggled against him. Janice attempted to maintain her role as hostess trying to spark conversation between the four of us, but Darren's caresses were persistent and it wasn't long before his tickling found her weak spots and she was giggling and engulfed by her own need to explore his taut body with her hands. Oblivious to our discomfort the two of them began kissing first with some restraint, which rapidly vanished freeing the two to wildly make out. I shook my head lightheartedly and glanced at Brooke who I found staring at me, or rather at my body. Her face red, but not blushing, she looked away to the scene before us sighing as she did so. Prominent through her clinging wet top emerged her excited nipples. Under the water her hands caressed her outer thighs, nothing obscene, but completely suggestive. I was about to say something when much to my surprise I caught out of the corner of my eye Janice removing her top and flinging out onto the dry floor. Her perky breast pointed towards me, followed by Janice's eyes, which blatantly challenged my own. Her eyes then fluttered as Darren engulfed her left nipple with his feasting mouth causing her to fling her head back and bite her lower lip. She eagerly responded by straddling his lap pushing the soft flesh of her breast into his face. The two of them showed no concern for the silent couple next to them. In fact, the look Janice exchanged with me almost made me believe she was waiting for me to join in. My cock jumped slightly simply the hint of an invitation, but my uncertainty held me back, along with the idea of sharing in Darren's sexual conquest. Brooke looked anything, but surprised. There was almost a look of envy as she observed Darren's strong hands squeeze Janice's round cheeks. Her fingers kept lightly scratching her thighs, an itch that seemed to be calling for release. Certainly her nipples were screaming for some tender love and care as they were pasted against her revealing top. The show before us continued as Darren sat up out of the water and onto the edge allowing Janice to free his straining erection from its confines. Once Janice flicked the tip with her tongue Brooke stood up and stepped out of the jacuzzi. I looked up to see if she beckoned me to follow, but she said nothing as she slid back on her robe and taking one last look back at Janice sucking the head of Darren's cock, smiled meekly and hurried towards her room. With her gone, Janice, as hard as it is to imagine, shed the rest of any lingering inhibitions. Some girls give head like they're in a library, Janice gave head like a porn star. Wet and juicy she slid Darren's cock deep into her mouth, each motion causing her to moan with pleasure at the feel of his warm cock pulsating between her lips. It took every ounce of restraint not to whip out my own cock which was aching to be treated the same way as Darren's. Janice's whole body swayed with her oral treatment. When she twisted her head her body would wiggle as well, her tight little ass shaking in the warm water. Suddenly her left leg stretched out towards me. At first I thought it was just part of her natural movements, but it became obvious that her foot was searching for my leg. Upon finding it her foot hooked onto my calf and pulled me towards her direction. I resisted, unsure of what to do. Making sure I understood completely she removed her lips from Darren so she could turn her head and beckon me over with her index finger, but Darren pressed her head back down towards his unsatisfied member. With a performance moan she obliged his request. Darren looked at me with a huge grin on his face. This was his conquest not mine. My mind made up to stay out of their show I exited the jacuzzi as silently as possible. I grabbed a towel to wrap myself in as I picked up my clothes and stealthily made my way towards the bedroom. The light was on so I knocked quietly. Not hearing a response I went to turn the knob so I could crack the door open, but stopped myself realizing my potential transgression. I was about to just change in the main room, I didn't think Janice or Darren would mind or notice, but just as I did so the door cracked open and Brooke appeared. I asked if I could use the bathroom to change and she nodded her head in agreement. As I walked in I noticed that her eyes were a little bit red and swollen, she had already changed into sweats and a t-shirt. I removed my soaked boxers and put on my slacks in the bathroom. I emerged to find her hidden in the closet. "Brooke, I'm going to head out. Thanks again for a great time, anytime you need a dance partner let me know," I added unsure of how to take my leave. "I'll be sure to remember that," meekly smiled Brooke. It was more than obvious that she had just been crying. "Thanks for showing me around tonight." "It was my pleasure. Brooke, is there something wrong you seem upset." "Its nothing, I'm all right." "Are you sure?". "I wouldn't want to bother you." "Don't be silly. What is it?" I asked as I stepped deeper into the tiny room. "Its...," but she couldn't even continue the sentence as she started to cry falling into my arms. I held her tenderly as she clutched on to me comforting herself against my body. I ran my fingers through her hair and rubbed her back. "It was my anniversary tonight," she finally managed to say, "I mean not my real anniversary, not my wedding, but the date we started seeing each other. He was supposed to spend this weekend up here with me." "What happened?". "He said he was too busy, but he's always too busy. There's always some big client, some important surgery. What about me?". I was stumped on how to respond, just prepared to let her vent as a tinge of anger entered her voice. "I'm probably overreacting, I mean its not our real anniversary, but...". "But it still matters," I completed the sentence taking her side fully for completely selfish reasons. "It does.," the tone of frustration returned. "We haven't had sex in a month. With the kids, my work, his work, there's no time." "That's why this weekend was so important." "Exactly." She continued to vent, pouring it onto my sturdy chest. I added the needed approval and agreement allowing her to continue until she was done. Gradually she composed herself, becoming aware of the situation, "I'm so sorry to lay this all on you, I mean you don't even know me and I'm crying to you about my marriage." "Don't worry about," I reassured her, not because its what I felt, but because it seemed like the scripted thing to say at the moment. "You were probably looking to hook up with someone, not listen to somebody whine about their personal life," she continued attempting to recover her composure. "I was just looking for a good time, which I had dancing with you at the club," I added in my new angelic state. "But its unfair of me to exp..." Brooke paused mid-sentence her hands placed upon my chest for support began to slide up and down stroking my firm pecs, "I had a lot of fun too," she restarted. "For a little while I forgot all about my other problems." "I'm glad I could help," I was really glad I could help. I held her in my arms for a good minute, stroking her hair, even going so far as to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks. As I did so she looked up into my eyes, that vulnerable look which makes an angel and devil appear on your shoulder, one saying she's ripe for the picking, the other saying she's yours for the choosing. "Now I want to do something for you," Brooke's voice brightened up as a shade of mischievousness crept in. "You don't need to do anything for me," I lied, my growing member betraying my weakly offered words. "But it would be for me as well; it'll help me forget again." "Anything I can do to help," I looked into her slightly swollen eyes, which for some reason looked even sexier than earlier in the night as she smiled at the not so hidden meaning of my offer. "I hope you can. Go in to the room and sit on the bed. I'll show you what my husband is missing," she ushered me out of the closet closing the doors behind her. I sat upon the edge of the bed in eager anticipation. After what seemed to be an eternality, but what I knew by the bedside alarm clock to only be five minutes, Brooke emerged from the closet. "Close your eyes," she gently ordered before I could have a glimpse of her outfit. She dimmed the lights in the room as I clenched my eyes shut, not wanting to do anything to prevent the events running through my mind from unfolding. "Okay you can open them," she said softly. I opened my eyes to a vision of her in a small pale blue silk nightie. It wasn't what I hoped for, but it more than pleased. The loose fabric covered her body, bending at each point where her curves were most prominent. The shapes of her breasts were revealed in the slick silk, and the gown molded against her hard nipples. The nightie barely reached past the curves of her hips, showing the strength and grace of her well-toned legs. Legs supported by a pair of high heels, which enhanced each small step she made towards me and each movement she made as she turned around to reveal every aspect of her outfit and every splendor of her body. She bent slightly over in front of me to reveal that she had nothing more than a tiny blue g string underneath. The gentle curve of her flawless backside added an inch to my already stiffening cock. She stepped in front of my appraising eyes unable to restrain a smile on her face, "I take it from your expression, you like it," she said the smile growing larger on her face. "Do I ever," I instinctively responded. I tried to place my hands on her hips, but she placed a hand against my chest and playfully pushed me away. "I can touch you all I want, but you can't lay a finger on me. Isn't that how it usually works?" she joked as I leaned back on the bed and she wedged her body between my legs. The smooth skin of her thighs pressing against the cloth of my slacks. "Well, I guess I'll just have to enjoy the show," I answered continuing the joke. "Then I guess I better go change," she responded stepping away from me, lifting up the hem of her gown to flash me her round ass as she strutted back to her dressing room. I panicked for a second when I thought that she might have meant exchanging the lingerie for sweats and a sweatshirt, but ending my irrational confusion I realized the theme of her show. I waited even more impatiently than before for her second outfit. And again she didn't disappoint. She came out in a form fitting tight white corset that lifted her boobs up and almost out of her top. Her waist looked pencil thin enhancing the presentation of her deliciously full breast. This time she wore even taller white heels with white stockings clasped on to a white garter, above a tiny white g-string. Through the almost transparent material of her panties I could see the dark tinge of her trimmed pubic hair. And not concealing her excitement there was a small wet spot marking the center of her bright white underwear. Seeing the evidence of her desire only fueled my own, my cock straining against its material. It took all my will power not to place a messaging hand on top of it. She smiled and posed, turning around so again I could take pleasure in the site of her round ass. How I wanted to touch that picture of perfection, but I kept my cool, allowing the fashion show to go on. Her next outfit was simple. Simple, but overwhelmingly effective in igniting the rate of my pulse. She had on a lacy black bra and a pair of silk black panties. There are no words to describe how her body looked in the dim light of the room. Toned and poised she provided a feast for my eyes from her cute little toes to the slender shape of her arms. Wild On Brooke Burke She walked towards me, a pleased look on her glowing face. Without saying a word she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. I was forced to just sit still, since each time I moved to give a caressing touch she lightly shook her head reminding me of the pact we had made. Having her right in front of me, inches from my face was almost too much. The beauty of her features, the arousing aroma of her scent, convinced me I was in a dream. My cock was crying for attention underneath my pants. Her delicate hands toyed with the taut skin of my chest, my ribs and my stomach. She lightly brushed a hand over my nipples, everything cruel in its teasing fashion. But once again she removed herself from my eyes sauntering back to her dressing room this time giving me a devilish smile as she shut the door. This time before she left the closet she called out for me to close my eyes tightly again. I complied eagerly, anxious to see the next alluring costume she had for me. This one proved to be the best out of all of them. I could sense her only a couple feet away from me as I closed my eyes. She seemed to be dragging the moment out. She kept on repeating, "Keep you eyes closed, keep your eyes closed," which caused an anxious smile to appear on my face. I could tell from the timbre of her voice that she was excited as well. She told me to stand up, grabbing my hand to lead me to the spot right in front of her. Then finally she allowed me to open my eyes. I looked down to find her fashion show had ended. She stood there completely naked in all her glory. My eyes probably popped out of my head as I took the sight of her all in. Even the sexiest lingerie in the world could not do her body justice. Not the way nature could. In the dim light her skin seemed to glow. Her full and perky breast, the strip of trimmed pubic hair leading the way to her sleek pussy. Everything that I had ever dreamed of, but could never have fully imagined, there in front of me. I don't think I'll forget that sight as long as I live. "Is this your favorite?" she jokingly asked. I smiled and eagerly nodded my approval. "Actually I really liked the first one you wore," I joked back as I stepped forward to bring her into my arms, to pick her up, to bend my neck down, to kiss her awaiting lips. She wrapped her arms around my as her feet dangled half a foot off the floor. She was as light as a feather, holding her in my arms I thought I could do anything I wanted with her body. Our long kiss ended and I gently placed her feet back on to the floor. Our lips found each other again, the kisses growing shorter and wetter, our tongues intertwining. She moaned lightly as I embraced her drawing her tightly towards me pressing my body firmly against her light frame, mimicking my lips pressing firmly against her own. My hands ran all over her smooth skin. Everything felt so delicate, almost frail, but at the same time strong and firm. I explored the skin of her back sliding my hands down to the splendor of her ass. I cupped them bringing her hips into my pelvis, my cock making its presence known through the material of my pants. Feeling the eagerness of my erect member she broke our kiss separating to create enough room so she could reach down and unzip my pants. My cock sprung up instantly as she allowed the slacks to fall to the floor. Her small and slightly cold hand felt so refreshing against the burning hot flesh of my erection as she sized it up, stroking it gently. I stepped back and out of my clothes matching her nakedness with my own. I again wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. The trimmed snatch of hairs tickled the shaft of my engorged cock. The flushed head felt so heavy against the smooth skin of her stomach. I would have loved to just have her squeeze my cock between her sizable breast, allowing that soft skin to message my fleshy dick, but she had different ideas. She placed her hands against my chest and moved me back and on to the bed. She pressed me down and on to my back. With me in position she stood up next to the edge of the bed her almond eyes staring intently at the length of my body. I prepared to have my dick sucked by one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in. But again her plans diverged from my own. She climbed up on top of me. But she didn't hover above my lap to impale herself upon my long, thick cock; instead she continued crawling up until her crotch was over my face. She was anything, but subtle in her demands. I placed my hands on her hips and guided her pussy on to my lips. Her white panties hadn't lied. She was already wet when I made contact with her labia and used my tongue to spread her slit apart. I don't know how guys can say they can't stand the smell. The smell drives me crazy. I love knowing just be a whiff of the air that a girl wants to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck her. And from Brooke's delicious scent I could tell she wanted to fuck me badly. My tongue delved in between her moist, plump lips and tasted the sensual juices of her sexual frustration. Her hips bucked back as I dug deep into her pussy. I used the pillow at the top of the bed to prop my head up, giving me the opportunity to press her needy sex into my face. I lapped, licked, and lunged my tongue into her pussy, each flick of my tongue causing her to emit a small moan. Her hips pressed down on my face as she braced herself against the wall her firm body hovering over my face. Once she started grinding into me, physically calling for me to probe deeper into her sex, I knew it was time to provide some more relief. The first flick of my tongue on her clit caused tremors to rip through her body. She let out a long moan as I used the tip of my tongue to toy with her clit. I could feel her become wetter as I sucked it gently into my mouth. Her body squirmed under the new pleasure. I could tell from her moans that her body was completely free to enjoy the bliss that I was giving with each flick of my tongue. After only a minute of this treatment I could feel her body tense with an impending explosion. I increased the speed and pressure of my tongue, but she wanted my rock hard cock to be the final note in the symphony that I was playing in between her thighs. She raised off my face and slid down all the way to my thighs. I grabbed her hips to lift her on to my lap, but she refused my efforts, stroking my cock to full growth instead. "I'm afraid I can't be that reckless," she explained with a smile. She then leaned down and picked my pants off the floor and reached into my pocket. From there she pulled out my trio of condoms. "Confident, aren't we," she commented as she detached one and opened it up. "Safety first," I responded impatient for the feel of her warmed pussy around my cock. I gave my self a couple of pumps as she took the thin yellow condom out and with a lick of her lips fitted it on to my straining cock. She brushed my hand away, obviously enjoying rolling the latex down my penis. The task complete, she wasted no time climbing on to my lap. She rubbed the sheathed head of my cock against the entrance of her slit, easing it in inch by inch. She was so wet that my cock slid in like a piece of hot lead through soft butter. Once inside her sexual needs took over again as she slid herself up and down my cock. Her moans were primal as she began to aggressively grind against me. She was so close to the edge that it was only a matter of seconds before I felt her body tense up. I pushed her over the abyss by rubbing my thumb against her exposed clit causing her pussy to tighten around my cock and an orgasmic moan to come from her lips. She flipped her head straight back, her long hair flying wildly in the air. I took control of her by her hips as she rode out the storm of a long needed sexual release. "You don't know how bad I needed that," she whispered to me as she came forward and collapsed on my chest, my cock still buried inside of her. She kissed my chest and neck working her way up to my face. She gave me a satisfied lingering kiss, her tongue leisurely exploring my mouth. I kept my body still, my cock enjoying the comforts of her warm vagina, the thin latex preventing it from being overwhelmed by the sensation. She continued to kiss me, thanking me with her lips for the satisfaction I just provided. We must have laid there for a couple of minutes before her hips slowly started to stir. Her pussy began inching my cock back and forth. Her kisses became more urgent, her tongue darting in rather than caressing, her hands grasping rather than massaging. She let out small groans indicating her mounting pleasure. I remained still as her body came alive, her hips once again grinding against me. I took command rolling her over on the bed so I could enjoy the power of being on top. I readjusted her light frame with ease, bending her legs back straight into the air as I thrust into her tight pussy. She had no problem contouring her body to my sexual whim, bucking her hips up to take more of my cock into her body. Her body was perfectly arched as I drove into her. I could tell from the desperation in her body's actions that she was feeling each inch of my digging member. I kept my strokes long and hard drawing almost all the way out before plunging right back in. She loved it. Her face contorted into a hundred different facial expressions at once, her eyes tightly closed to the pleasure I was giving her. My eyes were wide open and I enjoyed every second of her ridiculously beautiful body heaving under the control of my cock. The growing deepness of her moans indicated her impending orgasm, allowing me to focus on my own. Without waiting for hers I drove my cock in rapid succession driving myself over the edge. And she responded in time coming with a powerful spasm of ecstasy, her contracting walls send me to heaven as my seed shot out of my cock. This time I collapsed onto her body, my chest smashing against her swollen breast. Not wanting to crush her with my weight I rolled back over to get her on top of me, my cock still shivering inside of her. I ran my fingers through her lush dark brown hair. My other hand caressed her sweat drenched back. She nestled against my chest. We remained in that position for a few minutes of satisfied silence. Reluctantly, she lifted up her head and rolled off of me, my cock limply exiting her pussy. Without glancing at me she walked straight to the bathroom, not in a rush, but with purpose. I removed the used condom from my penis, and unsure of myself slipped my slacks and shirt back on. She emerged from the bathroom in a white terry cloth bathrobe, a cautious smile on her face. Maybe it was the intimacy of our connection, or simply the haze of my post coital state, but she looked amazingly beautiful at that moment, the golden glow of her face intensified. As if to reassure me she gave me a gentle peck on the lips, then embraced me, squeezing me tightly before releasing. "I'll walk you to lobby," she whispered exchanging another quick peck and walking me by the hand to the door. In the other room Janice and Darren were laying together on the couch, a light blanket covering their bodies. Janice looked up on hearing the door open and gave us a broad smile. Brooke didn't stop to say anything, continuing to lead me outdoors by the hand. Neither of us spoke until we got into the elevator. "I have to tell you that that was the best sex I've had in years," she suddenly said as if she couldn't hold it back despite her better judgment. "I'm glad I could help," I answered unsure of what to say. "You helped all right. But I think I still owe you a little more," she responded. "You've already..." but she cut me off by hitting the stop button on the elevator and dropping to her knees. She unzipped my zipper and without unbuttoning my pants drew my slack cock out of my pants. Upon the first contact from her small hands it sprang back to life. She engulfed it with her mouth sucking the juices of our previous engagement off of it. It immediately engorged inside her mouth, the head alive with the electrifying sensation of her warm mouth surrounding it. She used her tongue to skillfully tickle the shaft and sensitive part beneath the head. I stared down upon her flawless face feeding my cock into her mouth. She glanced up as she slid my cock in and out, allowing my eyes to see her tongue swirl around the swollen head. Her right hand pumped steadily as her eyes remained locked upon my face. Not breaking eye contact she slid my cock back inside her mouth, closing her eyes as she did so. This image and that sensation caused me to look up towards the heavens. She continued to bless my cock with her lips and tongue. Suddenly the elevator came alive with a ding, and started descending. We were about ten floors up so we had enough time to stick my cock back into my pants before we hit the lobby floor. Both of us laughed as my cock perversely stuck out, stubbornly refusing to be hidden. Brooke looked at it and laughed harder. She quickly hit the button for the third floor, so we could avoid surprising the awaiting hotel guests. She led me out of the elevator with a wide smile on her face. Once outside I grabbed around the waist and lifted her to me for a crushing kiss. She returned its enthusiasm and led me inside the dimly lit stairway. Once inside I tore the robe from her body, revealing her naked body beneath. I wasted no time positioning her against the wall, her round ass sticking out alluringly towards me. As she waited for me to enter, I removed another rubber from its package and deftly rolled it onto my hard cock. Again I thrusted into her tight slit with ease, her pussy still wet and ready for more. I held her around the waist with one arm and reached around with my other hand to stimulate her swollen clit. Her moans marked the success of that endeavor as I continued to pump into her body. It took no more than a couple of minutes for her to reach the peak of another powerful orgasm. So powerful that her legs gave out beneath her and I had to hold her body up in my arms. Held firmly against my body she breathed a whimsical sigh of satisfaction, her body slick with perspiration. Once recovered she pulled away, drawing my cock slowly out of her pleased pussy. She turned around and eased down upon her knees. Without a moments thought she rolled the latex skin off my cock and replaced it with her indulging mouth. While she sucked on the head she used her right hand to firmly pump the shaft. In combination it felt even better than her tight pussy. In neither action was she an angel, despite her heavenly appearance. I watched with great pleasure as she labored to stimulate my release. I closed my eyes in response to the electricity that streamed through my body, only the wet sound of my cock against her moist lips breaking the silence. As my own explosion raced forward my body went rigid, causing me to brace myself against the gray concrete wall. To my surprise she removed my cock from her mouth, but kept those thin lips opened wide as she pumped my cum straight onto her obliging tongue and all over her lower face. Once my pleasure subsided enough for my other senses to work I looked down on her sucking the last spasmed juices out of my deflating member. Her warm mouth against my swollen head almost felt too good, I to pull back to remove my overly sensitive cock from her greedy lips. I wish I had a camera right at that moment to capture her prim and proper face draped with my cloudy cum. Some of it had even dropped onto her picture perfect breasts, and dribbled onto the rest of her impeccable body. Not in my wildest of dreams, and she had been in some my wilder dreams, could I have imagined that the last outfit I remember seeing Brooke Burke in, would be my seed. She used her robe to wipe off the fruits of her labor, smiling as she did so, the sparkle still in her eye, pleased to have the remnants of our union clinging to her skin. She rose up and I embraced her in my arms. We kissed. I could taste myself on her tongue as we shared a lingering exchange. "Now, I think its time for you to go home, young man" she lightheartedly said as we parted. "You sure, not interested in round three?" I offered. "Cute, but I think its best that we don't see the morning together. I might break down and cry on you again." "Then I better leave," I joked. "I see how it is. Sensitive until you get what you want," she commented sharing the joke. I embraced her again and gave her a light peck. "I guess I'll have to be satisfied with one night," I responded, trying to hide hope that hid behind the statement. "But one great night," she answered back giving me a peck on the cheek. She stepped out of my embrace and put on her soiled white robe. "Walk me to the elevator," she solemnly concluded guiding me by the hand out of the stairwell. In front of the elevator she pressed the top button. The elevator, much to my chagrin, immediately opened up and without hesitating she took four poised steps inside. "Thanks for a wonderful time, Eric," she affectionately said facing me across the elevator entrance. "Anytime Brooke, anytime," I responded as the doors closed, her bright smile and curious wave the last live image of her I would ever record. "One hell of a night," I repeated to myself, "One hell of a night."