2 comments/ 8054 views/ 2 favorites Room with a View Ch. 02 By: Hintofawhore Cinda wasn't sure what brought her back ... after her last experience, she was still reeling from the magnitude of what she had done. While she had felt free & wanton in the moment, by the light of the next day, she wondered if she had compromised her values for an article that was barely going to pay the bills. Yet, when she received Luke's note, she knew that she didn't have the power to decline. Up for a private viewing? Meet me in front of K. Keys at 9 pm. Luke K. Keys was an upscale lingerie boutique along the waterfront that catered to every sort of fantastical whim. Cinda must have walked past their erotic window displays hundreds of times, but had not imagined herself ever venturing inside. In fact, it seemed like she was engaging in all sorts of activities lately that she would have never imagined for herself. What kind of 'private viewing' would she be doing at K. Keys? Was Luke going to buy her naughty nighties? Last time, he'd instructed her to arrive panty-free. Perhaps this time he wanted her to be more covered? It was hard to believe that her first tryst with Luke was only two days ago. Her nights alone had felt quite empty now that she knew how fulfilled she could be. She was aware that Luke wasn't someone she should be falling for. However, despite her best efforts, she thought of him constantly. Cinda found herself fighting the urge to contact him - appearing needy wasn't going to impress the evasive Mr. Lawson. So, when a courier delivered his note to her office that afternoon, nervous excitement took over. Cinda was glad that she hadn't told Derek, her boss, that she had intimately discovered one of the undercover clubs of Tampa. He knew that she was researching elite clubs in the city for an upcoming Lifestyles article, but had no idea that she had managed to dive deeper with Luke Lawson. Becoming involved with the sought after bachelor hadn't been on Cinda's agenda, and she couldn't let the crossed lines affect her work. Derek knew that Luke was rumored to be behind many of these top secret destinations and had encouraged her to take extra time to delve into these hidden aspects of their society. Cinda's research had alluded to underground services catering to the sexual needs of the upper class ... but she never expected to witness all that she had. She didn't even know the name of the house of debauchery she had visited - they had walked there after having a few drinks by the harbor & entered through a hidden, unmarked door off the street. While Derek might appreciate creativity and thoroughness, he may not approve of her personal infiltration ... nor the fact that here she was, planning to do it again! A few hours later, having primped to the best of her abilities, Cinda gave herself one last critical look in the mirror before nervously grabbing up her clutch & keys on the way out the door. Though she hadn't been told, she chose to forego the panties again tonight. With how steamy things had gotten so quickly last time, she knew that even the sheerest of lace would be cumbersome. Who knew what was happening at the lingerie store, so she was going to be ready for anything. Tonight she wore a black mini, a red sequined silk tank and heels that forced her to stand tall, even as her insides were quaking. Hooker heels, she would have judged on anyone else. The outfit was purchased new this afternoon and was very much outside her comfort zone. But then, wasn't this entire experience? If she was going to carry through with this 'research', then she should at least dress for the role, confidence increasing as her skirt length decreased. Plus, she had to admit, the satiny tank felt good on her skin, the light friction causing her bare nipples to pluck against the smooth fabric in nervous anticipation. Parking in the lot a few doors down, Cinda used the walk to attempt to calm her nerves. Approaching the boutique, all of her efforts were wasted as she spotted Luke casually leaning against a lamp post, watching her intently. Sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his grey pinstriped button down was tucked into a pair of dark grey slacks, looking like he had just left his office. Top buttons undone on his shirt, confidence and sexuality oozed out of him as he straightened and strolled forward to offer his arm to Cinda. She found herself focusing on his toned forearms and remembering the things those large, strong hands had done to her last time. Blushing at his chivalry and her memories, she wrapped her arm in his, her hand resting on his firm bicep. Her heels brought her up to his shoulder level and she glanced up to find him smirking at her. "Good Evening, Miss Beckett. Have I embarrassed you?" Cinda let out a nervous laugh, "Of course not! How are you?" Oh my God. The things she did with this man last time - in front of an audience! - and she was going to get giggly and embarrassed in front of a lingerie store? A soft chuckle responded, "Spectacular." Cinda followed as Luke strode into K. Keys, passing scarcely dressed mannequins and racks of leather & lace on his way to the counter in the back of the store. The sleek granite countertop was mounted with various types of padlocks dangling between sets of shiny silver handcuffs. The top had a glass overlay displaying a surface made up of antique skeleton keys. "How may I help you?" The beautiful young Latina woman with a name tag of "Starla" looked up from the spreadsheet that she was studying on the counter. Wearing a practiced smile, she gave a cursory nod to Cinda until noticing Luke and settling her eyes on him. She examined Luke's broad shoulders before her eyes drifted down to admire the view. Luke reached inside to his pant pocket and withdrew an item, discreetly showing it to his admirer behind the counter. His large, rough palm held an intricate antique copper skeleton key with a silky emerald green tassle attached. Cinda recognized the key as being a part of the signet she had admired on his chest the last time and suddenly made a connection. She'd heard rumors of a Copper Key Sex Club, but ... "I believe that we are expected," he murmured as Starla ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip before catching herself back into composure. "Of course, Mr. Lawson. Please follow me." She walked out from around the counter and headed towards the boudoir fitting rooms in the back. Cinda scowled at the shopgirl's obvious sensuality, her hips swaying seductively as she glanced behind to make sure her man candy was following and noticing. Luke reached down and firmly grasped Cinda's slight hand before he winked and led her further into the increasingly salacious world of lace, leather, and satin. Mentally chastising herself for her sudden jealousy of the seductress they trailed behind, she squeezed Luke's hand, squared her shoulders and inhaled deeply. She had no idea who would be expecting them at the back of a kinky lingerie store ... was she going to do a fashion show for Luke in the dressing rooms? Glancing around, Cinda couldn't imagine what half of the items on display were for, let alone how to put them on. Starla led them to the fitting area, shaped like a horseshoe with large rooms around a central square of ornate settees. Walking to the center door, Starla unlocked it and ushered them inside a stunningly feminine fitting room with a small sitting area, vanity, and chandelier. Cinda felt like she had stepped into a French boudoir draped in gossamer lace, fresh flowers, and a dress form mannequin in the corner displaying an elaborate black lace & boning corset. That the whole space was almost as large as the bedroom in her apartment struck her with awe as she took it all in. Starla walked straight to the back wall, pulled aside a gathered lace draping and revealed an ornate white wooden door. Luke approached, inserted his copper key, and the door swung open. Holding his hand out to usher Cinda through the door, he nodded at Starla before turning to join Cinda over the threshold. "Have a lovely evening, Mr. Lawson. Please don't hesitate to let me know if I can offer any further assistance," she purred as the door closed behind them. Had Cinda not been busy taking in the new environment, she would have rolled her eyes at the woman's boldness. They had entered into a dark lounge; private banquette booths along the walls, intimate tables scattered in the center, and a large mahogany bar along the back. The walls were exposed brick, the banquettes and all chairs upholstered with rich brown leather. It was a decidedly masculine space in direct contrast with the lushness they had just left. Luke led her forward to the bar, nodding greetings to several well-dressed couples along the way. Helping her up onto the plush bar stool, Cinda struggled to maintain her modesty with the short skirt. She caught Luke's eye as he watched her awkwardly adjust herself, seeing a glint of amusement that caused her to blush again. She felt out of place and wondered if she was in some sort of gentleman's club. Walking in, everyone appeared to be fully clothed and appropriate, but would that all change as the evening progressed? The bartender immediately set a tumbler of amber liquid in front of Luke, and turned his attention to Cinda, "What can I get for you, my lady?" His Irish accent surprised her, but she managed to mutter, "White Zinfandel, please." Once again, she thought she caught amusement in Luke's glance and for some reason was getting the feeling that he was laughing at her. "Do you own K. Keys?" Cinda decided to break the awkward silence, and automatically slipped into defensive reporter mode. "Yes," Luke answered, taking a swallow from his tumbler, assessing her change of mood. "Does the 'K' stand for Copper, as in Copper Key Sex Club?" Cinda reached over and downed a rather unsophisticated gulp of her wine as soon as it was placed in front of her. "No. It stands for Karolene," his features softened a bit when he said the name, but soon his professional mask was back in place. Before Cinda could respond with a follow up question, "How is your article coming, Miss Beckett? Were you able to gather enough material from our last meeting?" Another smirk from Luke, more flushed cheeks from Cinda. As she took another drink, nearly finishing the glass, he leaned forward, whispering, "You didn't meet me tonight to discuss work, did you, Miss Beckett?" His proximity with a whisper of his breath near her cheek, combined with her nervous wine gulping, caused her warm flush to spread. Earlier confidence in the lack of panties with a short skirt was dashed as she struggled to recross her legs on the tall bar stool. Not used to being at a loss for words was both frustrating and intriguing to her, but his next request really challenged her internal conflict of control. "You know what you came here for, Miss Beckett, " He relaxed back against his seat with a smug look, making complete eye contact with her. "Show me what you are wearing under your skirt." She laughed, "What?" She looked around at the quiet conversations around the lounge, noticing more couples had appeared, and more mingling was taking place. Still, everything looked professional and appropriate. "I can't!" "Can't or won't?" he challenged, not breaking eye contact, even as she nervously glanced around. Lowering her voice, "What is this place?" "Someplace that practices discretion. Can you be discreet, Miss Beckett?" Keeping his focus on her, he awaited her response as the bartender refreshed both of their beverages before moving away quickly. Captured in his intense gaze, the room began to fade away around her as she considered his challenge. Now was not the time to be shy and uncertain. Two days ago, she became a bolder Cinda, and now she needed to play the part. Turning her chair toward the bar, but still within sight of Luke, she lifted the hem of her skirt slightly as she slowly recrossed her legs. Keeping her eyes to his face, she watched to see his reaction. His eyes raised back to hers, lifting an eyebrow as he took another sip. Liberating herself from her inhibitions, she challenged herself to push her boundaries, wondering how far Luke wanted her to take it. She uncrossed her legs and let her left knee drop slightly to the side as she raised her heel up onto the chair rung, creating a clear view of the piece of her that had begun to throb. She was rewarded with the slightest intake of breath, and noticed the outline of Luke's erection begin to press against his slacks. Catching her eye, the couple in the opposite corner that had seemed deep in conversation when they entered were now observing the two of them. Cinda quickly glanced away as she considered her boldness being shared with complete strangers. Suddenly, he was standing before her, reaching over to draw Cinda's leg back in as his hand travelled up her thigh. Her hips jerked as he brushed the tips of his fingers over the smooth skin at the juncture. "This view is only for me tonight," His husky voice was barely heard over the din in the room. Aroused by thoughts of last time, Cinda's throat felt dry as she tried to respond. Nodding, she reached over and grabbed her drink, savoring the burn as the remainder slid down to the fire forming in her belly. Pressing his arousal into the side of her leg, he lightly kissed her lips, the intimate contact leaving her yearning and anxious. His hand brushed the hair off the side of her neck and behind her ear as he leaned down to whisper, "Follow me." Cinda's stomach somersaulted as she swallowed back her immediate answer of "anywhere" and realized that he had begun to stride toward the thick double wooden doors at the other end of the bar. She felt eyes on her as she struggled to maintain balance and poise in these wretched heels, while her insides were quaking with need and anticipation. Leaving the lounge, they entered into a dimly lit hallway lined with dark doors along the right side. Past the fourth room, the hall curved to the right and disappeared from sight. The left wall was covered with emerald green silk wallpaper, while copper chandeliers emitted a soft glow above. He stopped her in front of the third door, taking out his copper key and sliding it into the antique lock of the large, carved door. Cinda felt her pulse increase as she realized that the intricate carving on the heavy wooden door was that of a man and woman locked in an intimate embrace. They were alone in the quiet hallway, and Cinda wondered what they were entering into behind the suggestive message. Before opening it, Luke turned around, taking her face in his hands as he searched her eyes. "Are you ready?" he asked softly. Cinda's stomach leaped into her throat. Ready for what? Unable to form a response, she nodded quickly, and then found her lips to be taken over by Luke's warm mouth. He kissed her with a tenderness that she wasn't expecting, his tongue pressing between her lips. Cinda felt fused to the spot, his hands gently holding her face as he kissed away her anxiety. She felt rough calluses on his palms that seemed out of place with his executive veneer, and Cinda found herself desperate to feel them across her soft nipples. She began to arch her body closer to fit against him, when he ended their kiss and turned to open the door. Left gasping for breath, Cinda hesitantly followed him forward into the dim room. Heavy damask drapery hung on the wall directly across from the door. In front of the drapery was a large sleigh bench, upholstered in oxblood silk, matching the bedding on the masculine sleigh bed that was settled into the corner to her left. Along the wall to her right stood a small antique table and chair, upon which a desk lamp and laptop computer sat. The curtained wall was the only mystery in what otherwise seemed like a normal room. Turning to close the door behind her, Cinda noticed another trunk in the corner that was similar to the one that had been in the room he had taken her to before. Again, she wondered what secrets it held, at the same time, not quite ready to find out. The note had said 'private viewing' and he had just told her that he was going to keep her to himself tonight, but why bring her here? If this was the Copper Key Sex Club, then it was very mild compared to the place he took her last time! Realizing that she hadn't moved from the door, Cinda walked over to place her clutch on the desk. "Have a seat." Luke placed the items from his pockets on the desk, and typed something into the laptop quickly before snapping it shut. Cinda glanced around, "Where?" Damn wine! While she had intended to sound sexy and mysterious, her voice instead rang shrill and childish. She should have sipped her drink in the lounge, instead of gulping due to nerves, causing the alcohol to go to her head quickly. Feeling slightly tipsy, but not enough to stop her mind from overanalyzing, Cinda tried not to think about how casual sex did not fit into her controlled life. The fact that she now knew more about the naked Luke Lawson than the businessman Luke Lawson was something she wished not to dwell on at this moment. "Anywhere," he looked up and hit her with his smoldering gaze as he gestured around the room. Not quite feeling bold enough to jump on the bed just yet, Cinda perched on the sleigh bench and watched Luke slowly untuck and unbutton his shirt. Was the 'private viewing' going to be a slow strip seduction for her viewing pleasure? That was something that she could definitely appreciate! He approached and hovered over her as she reached up and caressed his chest, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor. Leaning forward, she placed small kisses on his tight abs, hearing him softly exhale with her gentle nips. Feeling his fingers tangle into the back of her loose wavy hair, she let her hands wrap around to grab his firm ass as her tongue traced the ridges of his hips. He moaned softly as he tugged her head back, exposing her lips to his before he bent and captured them with a slow probing kiss. Her nerves were replaced with passion as she felt the warmth spread from the pulsing at her core. The kiss once again ending too soon, Luke lifted Cinda's tank over her head and tossed it, reaching to cup her breasts. Leaning back, she gave full access as Luke bent to suckle her hardened nipples. Too quickly, his warm mouth was removed, the cool air causing them to pucker even more. Forcing her eyes to open, she looked up into his fiery charcoal eyes, and found herself reaching for him to bring his mouth back down to her, anywhere. "Unbuckle my pants," he ordered softly. Every single instinct of her independence wanted to refuse and play coy, but Cinda found herself unable and unwilling to disobey this firm request. Her hands instantly moved to his belt and began to undo, as she leaned forward and gently grazed her teeth over the outline of his thick erection pressing through the fabric. Making quick work of the fastenings, Cinda took a moment to admire his arousal as it sprang free from his pants that slid the floor. Apparently they had both decided to forgo the optional attire under their clothes. Palming his hot flesh, she stroked him tip to base several times before leaning forward to lick the drop off his wide tip. She felt his hands grasp her hair as his hips thrust forward, wanting more than a lick and stroke. Cupping his sac with one hand, Cinda licked the length of his shaft down the top and back up the underside before taking just the head in her mouth and sucking gently, eliciting a growl from above. His feet firmly planted in a wide stance, he tried to gently coax her mouth forward further with his palms behind her head, but she took her time, running both hands up the back of his tense legs and up to grip his cheeks as she ran her tongue around the groove of his head, and lapping the moisture from the tip once again. Room with a View Ch. 02 Cinda had always seen blowjobs as a unenjoyable chore in the past, but now she couldn't believe how much she reveled in the power that she literally held in her hand. The power to please this man who had brought her such sweet release, it was her turn to give that to him. With her hands on his ass, she pressed his dick into her mouth, taking it all in with his thrust forward. He began a rhythm with his hips, sliding in & out as she sheathed her teeth and worked her tongue on his length. Forming a suction, Cinda kept up with Luke's increasing thrusts, opening her throat to take his full length. Her own arousal feeling damp and tight, she squeezed her thighs together to try to find relief from the aching that had begun. Hearing his panting above her head, she took back control of the work she was performing. Releasing her mouth with a gasp for breath, she stroked his thickness with her fist, pumping against the slickness as her other hand tugged on his tight balls. Dipping her head lower, she kept up the fist friction while gently mouthing his sensitive sac. "Fuck," he gritted out on an exhale as his hands gripped her shoulders. Cinda rolled her tongue around and gently suckled his tender balls, encouraged by Luke's groans. His fingers tightened on her shoulders when her mouth again went back to his rigid shaft. Pacing herself to work him good, Cinda felt herself pushed back as he bent down to take her mouth with his. This time, there was urgency in the kiss, his tongue pushing roughly into her willing mouth. He was again pulling back on her hair, and she found that she didn't mind being at his mercy as her lips were devoured. As suddenly as he was upon her, he stood back upright and leaned forward against her chest, his hard slick cock coming to rest between her heaving breasts. Using his rough palms to press them together, he slowly began to slide up the tight crease of cleavage. His hips gained momentum and Cinda leaned her chin forward, sticking her tongue out to lap up his head each time it was thrust up her chest. His pace quickened until he growled deeply, spreading his seed over Cinda's chest, her tongue working over the tip, and then leaning forward to take the rest of his shaft deep inside her mouth to finish milking his climax. He shuddered around her, then pulled back to drop down in front of her. He stared into her eyes as he brushed her hair back from her face, leaning forward to gently touch his lips to hers. "That was amazing. Thank you." Cinda was moved by the sudden tenderness, and felt as if he were looking straight into her soul. His sincerity made more poignant by its contrast to the usual dominance she felt in his presence. It was the first time since she met Luke Lawson that she felt as if she was not beneath him - literally and figuratively. Winking at her, he jumped up and grabbed some tissues from the desk before striding over to wipe his orgasm from her chest. He quickly nipped each nipple with his teeth, sending bolts straight to her own swollen arousal. Bringing Luke to orgasm only served to increase her ache for him to ease her need. Spreading her legs wider around him, she felt her skirt riding up her thighs, this time her hands going to his hair as he continued to tease at her breast. His hand began to ease down to the juncture of her thighs - finding no resistance under the short skirt. Instinctively, Cinda arched her hips up towards his expert hands, seeking his touch and pressure in the area where she felt so empty. Oh so very lightly, his fingertips brushed over her pulsing nub, slowly tracing the folds, while denying her the pleasure she needed. "Please," she groaned against his mouth, her voice throaty with desire. He stood, reaching down to cup her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Turn around." Released, she watched him walk around the bench behind her, so she quickly slid her legs over the bench and stood to face him. He moved within a breath of her, her exposed nipples brushing his chest, and Cinda leaned forward to kiss the tattoo over his heart before taking his nipple in her mouth. Luke groaned, cupped her bare ass under the skirt and pulled her closer, claiming her mouth again with his. Cinda felt his arousal press against her while she became lost in his arms. Her hips instinctively began to grind against him, her leg wrapping around his in an effort to provide friction against her sex. His hand moved down to hold up the knee that she had wrapped around him and pulled her even closer. Cinda was grateful for the brute strength that she was grasping onto, as she attempted to balance on one of her spiked heels. Breathless, Cinda struggled to find her balance when he abruptly broke contact and stepped aside. "Open them," his voice husky as he nodded at the heavy drapery Cinda was facing. She paused, distracted by staring at his virile, naked body, hers screaming to be near him. Open the drapery? Was she about to be exposed again? Naked except for her black skirt pushed up around her hips and still wearing the black heels, Cinda was flustered and not sure if she wanted to be the one to greet the voyeurs. "Now, Cinda," Luke whispered as he moved back around to the other side of the bench. Cinda started to straighten out her skirt when he stopped her, "No. Leave it." Stopping her insecurities, Cinda stepped forward, breathing in deeply to ease her thrumming heart. Reaching out, she spread the heavy damask to both sides and took in the view. Through the glass, a naked couple was entwined on a circular black satin bed. The man was kissing the woman's breasts while she arched up into his mouth. It struck her that the woman's long blonde hair was spread across the bed, while the man had a close buzz cut. The woman's arms and legs were splayed beneath the muscular man as he trailed kisses across her stomach. She felt like she was peeking in on an all-American couple and began to look away until her mind made the connection that the bed was the same one that she and Luke had been on. Looking around, she realized that she was looking into their previous room through the large mirror that had hung on the back wall. Even though it was the only enclosed wall in the room, Cinda had thought that it still seemed exposed. Right now, she noticed that the door to the room was closed, as were all of the drapes on the three sides of the room. A private viewing. As recognition dawned, she turned to look at Luke, and found his arousal still primed as he watched her walk towards him. "Do you like what you see?" he tucked a stray hair behind her ear and leaned across the bench to place a kiss on her neck. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her back around to face the window, and gently pressed her down to sit. Standing behind her, he bent to kiss her neck again, whispering, "Keep your eyes open. Watch." Cinda's eyes fluttered open at his command and focused on the woman, whose hands were kneading her own breasts while the man's head was buried in the apex of her thighs. Though no sound came through the glass, Cinda imagined the moans coming from the woman's throat as her hips rocked against her man's tongue. "Touch your tits. Roll your nipples between your fingers." Cinda's hands reached up to cup her own swollen mounds, tingling pleasure mingling with the soft kisses running down her spine. Eyes on the blonde, she began to mimic the touches on herself, hips rolling softly, tension building. Cinda felt her hands covered by Luke's as he reached around her, pinching the peaks, causing a pleasurable pain. She felt her back pressed up against his hard chest as his hands ran down her stomach and grasped the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs apart. She gasped and tilted her hips forward as her head fell back against his chest. "Watch," he commanded. Her head snapped up as his fingers slid between her cleft and entered into her slickness. In and out his two thick fingers rocked with her hips as he kissed the side of her neck, exposed as her arms reached backwards to gain a grasp on his length. He allowed her to stroke him in time with his fingers thrusting into her until he nipped her on the shoulder, "Do you want me to kiss you?" "Oh yes," she breathed. Hungry for more, Cinda tried to turn to kiss him, but was stopped as he pulled away and stood. Whimpering with emptiness, she watched him slowly stalk around in front of her. "Let me taste you," he deliberately licked his two fingers that had just vacated her. He dropped to his knees in front of her and spread her legs wide to admire the view of her wetness. Her skirt rolled the whole way up past her hips, and her stilettos barely touching the floor on either side of this man, Cinda quivered with anticipation under his gaze. He was torturing her with the wait, she felt like she might explode as soon as he put any pressure on her sensitive nub. He leaned forward and lapped her up the length of her folds, ending with a flick on her clit that jerked her hips up off the seat. "Pace yourself. Watch the room. You don't come until she does." Another slow lick and flick was enough to have Cinda panting and gripping his shoulders tightly. She was sitting on the end of the bench, barely able to remain upright as he wickedly tongued her. Her body feeling fluid, she held on to him while leaning back to give better access. Holding her orgasm took every ounce of self-control that she could muster as she forced her eyes to the glass. The woman was still on her back, but her partner had pressed her knees up to her chest and was thrusting in a slow steady pace. He appeared to be completely shaved and well-endowed as he slid into her bare pussy. Cinda lost focus as Luke's fingers found their way back into her sweetness and his mouth explored her clit in a focused attack. She moaned, arching her back in surrender just as he slowed his movements, skirting around the clit until she got herself back under control. Her chest heaved with exertion as she began to lose the edge of the building climax, returning her eyes once again to the couple. The woman was now on her knees as her man picked up the tempo and drove into her harder. Her hips tilted to take him fully, she reached back to touch herself as he rode her. Luke also began to ease back into a rhythm of friction with his tongue and fingers that brought Cinda to the precipice quickly. Cinda watched as the couple built into a frenzied momentum, her own breath quickening and hips bucking. When both of them through the mirror started to cry out, Cinda crashed over the waterfall, screaming with her own release. Her entire body tensed as the warmth spread out from her core, pulsating and driving her to a level of bliss she'd never experienced. Luke held his fingers still inside her and slowed his tongue strokes to allow Cinda to ride the waves coursing through her. When the contractions and moaning slowed, he showered small kisses along the inside of her thighs. Her body loose and exhausted, she fell forward against him, working to slow her breathing. In the fog of aftermath, Cinda felt Luke gather her into his arms and carry her over towards the bed. "I've never felt anything like that," she murmured into his neck before he lay her on a mattress that could have been made of clouds. Exhausted, she smiled when she felt him curl up behind her, deciding that she would just close her eyes to rest for a moment until her body felt whole again ... ***** Many Thanks to Bert_Fegg for helping me to polish & shine once again! Room With a View Ch. 02 "Jake! What are you up to?" "Nuttin'. Just lookin'." Shelly somehow found the courage to say, "He wants to feel me up." "Jake! Leave her alone! We hardly know each other. I'm sorry, Hon, he sees tits and he goes brain dead." "My pecker's not dead!" Jake playfully quipped. "No, thank god. Now will you please behave? Honestly, I can't leave you alone for a minute." Toni passed out the beer. As she handed Jake his beer, she leaned forward and whispered, "You're going to scare them off." "Willy's about to explode," he hoarsely whispered back. "Whose fault's that? You should've come…just be patient, I'll take care of it." Toni stepped back into the spa and sat next to her hulking husband. Grasping his stiff cock, she rolled the broad head between her fingers. Sipping her beer, Shelly couldn't help but notice that Jake was fidgeting, his face skewed with an odd expression. After a few minutes, Jake suddenly stood up, rising from the water like a great bear, creating large waves that broke over the sides of the spa. He grabbed Toni behind her head and pushed her face towards his engorged dick. It was Shelly's first close look at the big man's cock. He was definitely thicker than Luke, but he didn't seem to be as long. In fact it look short. With fascination, she watched little Toni engulf the thick dick with her mouth. As Toni sucked him to the root, her face disappeared deep in the wooly forest of his thick black bush. Shelly realized that Jake's thick pubic hair had hidden the true length of his cock. Toni pulled back slowly, her lips tightly wrapped around the thick stalk. Shelly guess-timated that Luke was at least an inch longer. She had always gagged when Luke's cock struck the back of her throat and she was amazed that a petite woman like Toni could orally take in such a large cock with ease. Toni slowly pulled up towards the tip, then took him all the way back in. "Suck it Baby, suck it you fuckin'slut," hissed Jake through clinched teeth as his wife orally pleasured him. "Shelly…Shelly…Shelly." The voice calling her seemed far away. With a start, she was drawn her back to reality and looked over at Luke. Her face said it all. "Say, you're really turned on." "No, I, I, I…" "Don't give me that. You're thinking about how it feels. How it would feel to stuff his big dick in your mouth. Aren't you?" "No, no, I…" "You want him to fuck you?" "No, I…" "It's okay if you do." "No, no, I…" "Just don't fuck him while I'm at work or not at home. I want to be there." "Luke! What are you saying?" "I've been watching you. I've seen that expression before. You're hot and bothered… Me too. I…" "You want to fuck her!" "Well, yeah, if…" "Forget it! This is as close as you get buster." With feigned indignation, Shelly turned her attention back to Toni's demonstration of fellatio. Jake softly cursed and jerked involuntarily as Toni swirled her studded tongue across the bulbous head of Jake's prick before sliding his entire cock in her mouth. His face looked strained as his wife made love to his prong. Choking off a vindictive, he grunted as his cock swelled with the first copious jet of semen. Toni's eyes showed her glee as her mouth was flooded with her husband's potent seed. Her mouth full, Toni pulled off and was hit square in the face with the next several spurts from his manly fountain. Jake hosed her face down while she laughed with delight. When it was over, ropes of milky white cum, covered her face and flowed from her lips to drip down onto her pert tits. Jake turned her face towards the neighbors. "Anybody want to kiss her? No? Well I do." Jake sank down into the water and showered her face with kisses. After a minute or two, he looked back over to his guests. Then he scooted over close to Shelly. Thick globs of his semen were stuck in his dark beard. "She loves sucking dick. How about you doll? I bet you're really good at it too. Maybe not as good as Toni, she was voted best-cocksucker by the Stonewall High School football team! Weren't you babe? Hey Luke, you want a blowjob?" "Yeah, after that I need one!" Luke stood up and offered his cock to his wife. "Go on Honey, were all friends here," said jake huskily. "Be a good girl and suck his cock… That's it Baby. Now suck him goooood." Shelly engulfed Luke's long rod. She got about half in her mouth before she gagged. She pulled back, steeling herself. No way was she going let Toni show her up. She lunged forward, she tired willing her throat to stay open, but as soon as his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged again. She pulled back and tried again and then again. On her fourth try, she buried her nose in his pubes as the cock head slid down her throat. "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Luke as Shelly deep throated him for the first time. He groaned as her throat muscles gripped and released his cock. "Oh yeah, you're good. Do me next?" whispered Jake in her ear. Shelly tried to concentrate on what she was doing, but was distracted somewhat by Jake's constant vulgar prattle and especially distracted by his hand as it slid underwater down her back and across her buttocks. She pulled off partly, looking up to see how Luke was reacting. He was looking down at her, his upper lip slightly curled as he bit his lower lip. It was easier this time to control her gag reflex as his cock slithered down her gullet. Jake was still feeling up her butt, still whispering things like, "Man, you suck dick good…You've got a nice ass Shelly… You wanna fuck me? … Can I suck on your titties? Wanna watch Luke fuck Toni?" His fingers slid into the cleft of her buns and found her tightly puckered anus. "Nice! Nice asshole… Is it virgin? Ever had a cock up the chute? You should try it. I'll bet you and Luke'll like it… Yeah, suck his dick Baby and pretend it's my cock you're sucking." Shelly felt Luke's cock swell appreciably and pulled back to take his semen in her mouth. Shot after shot surged from his cock and across her tongue. Having cum so soon, his volume wasn't too great to handle and she slurped it all down with hardly losing a drop. Shelly let his softening, but still semi-erect cock slip from between her lips. A thin strand of man juice connected her lips to his glans until she was about eight inches away. Breaking away from his cock, the slick strand swung down to lay across her chin and slender neck. Jake stopped toying with her ass and scooted back across the spa to his wife whose face was still covered with congealed cum. He whispered to her, "She let me play with her ass." "Really?" "Yeah. Sit up on the side." Jake turned back towards his guests. "Hey Luke, Shelly, come over here, Toni has something she wants to show you." Needing no further encouragement, Luke and Shelly slid to the other side of the spa. Toni sat up on the edge of the spa and spread her legs. "Play with yourself, Toni," said her husband. "Show them what pretty pussy you have." Toni spread her lips wide, revealing the bright pink inner folds of her snatch. With her index finger she began to make little circles around her stiff clit. "God damn," muttered Luke watching his neighbor's wife masturbate for his entertainment. Shelly was awestruck, having never seen another woman's pussy before, much less watch another woman open it up and play with herself. Shelly couldn't believe how uninhibited her petite neighbor was and she found the lewd display to be very erotic. Jake leaned over to Luke. "Nice pussy, huh? Is it as pretty as your wife's pussy?" "Yeah, but just a little different." "How so?" Luke began to explain, "Well Toni has very dark lips, thin too. Shelly, she's lighter, rosy, and big lips." "Show me." Luke looked at his neighbor and grinned. "Hey Shelly!" Luke's voice broke her trance. "Show the neighbor's what you got." "Wha?" "Show'em your pussy, baby." Two days ago to display herself like that would have been unthinkable. Last night's inadvertent play had been very exciting for Shelly. It was all she thought about all day. And then there was Jake's flirtations at lunch, they too were exciting, even if they were somewhat embarrassing. Though she remained somewhat shy, tonight's openness was very liberating. She looked over at her husband; if Luke wanted her to show off her pussy to another man, why not? She hopped up on the side next to Toni, and spread herself open. "Nice pussy!" exclaimed Jake. "I see what you mean Luke, she is different than Toni. Look, she has a bigger clit, and her inner lips, my oh my! Can I touch her?" Without waiting for Luke approval or disapproval, she closed her legs saying with a touch of indignation, "You can look, but you can't touch." "Okay, Shelly, okay. I'll keep my hands to myself," said Jake with eyes bright with his suppressed laughter. "After all I'm a married man, right Toni?" Toni didn't hear him as her orgasm was sweeping over her. Fixated on Toni's pulsating cunt, Luke muttered, "Goddamn, goddamn." Jake gently tapped Shelly knees indicating to her to open up. "I won't touch you," he said with a horny grin. Shelly grinned impishly and opened her legs again for her beefy neighbor. Her fingers slipped into her and she began circling her clit. She riveted her eyes on Jake face and watched his expression, watched while he licked his lips, watched as his eyes changed from naughty expectation to lustful yearning. It pleased her that she had such an effect on him. Soon her legs were trembling and her stomach began undulating. She inhaled sharply and began to jerk about. Luke was now watching too. He watched both Shelly and Jake and realized that things were about to get out hand. He knew that if Jake decided to take Shelly, he would be powerless to prevent him. It was curious, one part of him said that enough was enough, another part of him wanted it to go further, much further. Rather than be violently jealous, he realized that he wouldn't really mind watching Jake fuck her, but once the heat of the moment had passed, he realized that there might be regrets to go all around. As Shelly's hand fell away from her crotch, Luke moved between her and Jake, kneeling down to lick her cunt. Shelly, too sensitive at the moment, pushed his head away. Toni sensing Luke's reluctance to go any farther, slipped back into the water and embraced her husband. After a momentary lull, she asked, "Anybody need another beer?" Luke sighed, relieved that the heated moment had cooled. "Thanks, but it's get'n late. I gotta be at work early tomorrow." "Gotta work on Saturday? Me too!" lamented Jake hiding his disappointed that he wasn't going to get some strange tonight. "Got several deliveries to make tomorrow morning. Hey, it's been fun. We gotta do this again!" "Yeah, it was fun." "I'm so glad we can all be friends," said Toni. "You and Shelly are our kind of folks." Jake added, "If you two ever want to use the hot tub, you are welcome to it." "Thanks, and thanks for dinner." Luke rose from the water. Extending a helping hand he said, "C'mon Shelly, we gotta go." Shelly stood and arched her back, thrusting her hooters forward towards Jake and Toni. She raised her hands along her sides and slightly lifted her breasts. Jake lay back with the expression of a sex crazed cartoon figure to cry out, "God damn, I love those tits!" "Thanks. I really had good time," she cooed. "Wish we could stay longer. We'll see you soon." Toni grinned broadly and tweaked her pert nipples for Luke. "How 'bout tomorrow night?" ******** As they were preparing for bed, Shelly looked out their bedroom window. The lights were on next-door and Jake and Toni were getting after it in their bedroom. Shelly felt a mounting desire in her pussy as she watched her neighbors copulate with abandon. Luke entered the room. Taking Luke into her arms, Shelly urged, "Look honey! That so hot! Oh gawd honey, I'm so fuck'n horny! Make love to me Luke. Fuck me hard. I need to feel you inside me." Luke began to turn off the lights. "No, no, honey," admonished Shelly, "please, leave the lights on."