Double Date part 2

DOUBLE DATE

By Darrell R. Jones

“See y’all later.” Emma put her coat on and Arthur put his arm around her as they left.

Reina stood in the stall still trying to contemplate whether she should take her panties off or not. She felt a bit braver when Emma was with her and considered it then, but the disruption from the older woman had stolen her last bit of courage. Then she heard the stall next to her open, followed by shifting and moving. After a few curses and scrambling heels, Reina saw a pair of white panties hit the floor before being scooped up by a fast wrinkled hand. Reina held in a laugh as the stall door quickly opened and the silver haired woman washed her hands and immediately exited the bathroom.

Reina giggled, feeling more relaxed and ready to make her decision.

At the table, Jordan was singing the check and giving a generous fifty percent tip to the wait staff after paying the four hundred dollar bill. The meal was excellent, his steak was cooked just right, the lobster with the butter was delectable and the effects of his high enhanced the meal that much more. If he remembered right, Arthur had the same meal and bragged about how much bigger his lobster was for most the night. Jordan would just laugh it off and counter with how much bigger his steak was. Emma had shrimp linguini alfredo with shrimps the size of prawns and Reina had chicken with rice and a small salad that both of them enjoyed; though that didn’t keep them from stealing from their husbands’ plates. Their glasses were never empty for very long, they didn’t have to wait ages for their dinner and not to mention the young waitress was quick witted and able to tangle with Arthur trying to mess with her all night. A trait Jordan had employed himself when he use to work food service.

Reina returned a bit flustered, scooting her chair in and looking for Arthur and Emma. “Where’d they go?”

“They said they were gettin’ a room across the street.” Jordan replied.

She laughed, “Is anything even available the day of Valentine’s Day? I’m sure everybody else in the restaurant is thinking the same thing.”

“Knowing Arthur, he probably got a room a month ago and Emma got one too so they ended up with two rooms over there.”

“That sounds about right.”

“They offered us the other room.” He leaned forward and rested his chin in his hand, staring at her with half closed eyes that sent a visible shiver through his wife.

Reina cleared her throat and put her closed hand into his lap. When he looked down and she turned her hand, palm open, he smiled at the wadded up ball of pink and black lace fabric.

“You too?” He asked.

Her eyes widened and she looked around, saying, “You saw that old lady too?”

“What?” He laughed and cupped her hand with his.

“The old lady? There was…” she paused to lower her voice as she leaned in closer to him, 

 “There was this old lady who took her panties off in the bathroom. How’d you find out?”

He laughed, “I did not know this. I was talking about Emma. Arthur made the mistake of showing me at the table when she gave it to him.”

Reina laughed and shook her head. “Those two.”

“So were you ready to go miss?”

“Wait, we didn’t get dessert daddy.” She looked around for the waitress, hoping to flag her down.

“We got a small box of chocolate covered strawberries baby.” He slid the gold box to her view from the other side of the table; an etching of the restaurant’s name written over the top.

“Oh, ok. Well let’s get while the gettin’s good.” Reina stood up from the table and fixed her skirt. “Did you already pay the bill daddy?” She reached into her purse pulling out two hundred dollar bills.

“I already paid, what you doin’?”

“Did you tip already?”

“Yes I left a tip.”

“What was it?”

“Enough, c’mon.”

“Daddy wait!” She put down the two hundred dollars under the center candle and Jordan popped her behind, making her jump.

“If you call me daddy again I’ma end up fuckin’ you before we get to the room. Now hurry up.” He started leaving and Reina went bounding after him, turning around to go scoop up the box of strawberries.

Across the street, Arthur was getting the room key while his wife sat in a chair behind him, rubbing her hand between her legs as she watched him. Men in suits, couples touching all over each other and hotel staff all made their way past her, none the wiser to the small game between the interracial married couple waiting for their room. Emma bet she could get off before Arthur got the room key and Arthur was sure she’d get caught. She never was much for being quiet, though somehow she was managing the feat and still sliding her middle finger along the slit that was her pussy lips. She moaned softly and pulled her left hand away from her lap to cover her mouth. Arthur looked over his shoulder, watching her and feeling himself grow in his pants knowing what she was doing.

“Here you are sir.” The woman behind the desk said as she handed Arthur the key card to room 432.

“Four, three, two. That works way too well. I’m feeling lucky now.”

The woman giggled as he thanked her and stepped away from the desk to rejoin his wife.

“Hello darling.” Emma whispered through heavy breathing, staring up at him with hungry eyes.

“I got the key… did you finish up?”

“I finished.”

“Really? I’m impressed.”

“Well I’m very fluent with the way my body works. It’s quite simple for me to--” She stood to her feet and her husband tucked his hand between her legs and brushed her clit with his thumb. She arched up on her toes in reaction and reached down to grab his wrist, though he had already pulled away.

“To the elevator ma’am, and be quick about ‘et.” Arthur mocked her accent with a cocky smile and she snapped her jaw at him.

Once they reached the elevator, Arthur pushed the button and waited for the doors to open with his wife’s red bottom, black heels clicking and clacking behind him as she strutted his way. He looked over his shoulder and watched her and felt his blood heat up as she bounced her way to him.

“Good lawd.” He said when she got to him.

“What?” She looked down at herself as though she had spilled something on her clothes; her skirt swirling as she turned and moved.

“Is all this mine?” He gestured to all of her and she rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips.

“Shut up and push the button.”

“I already did.” He watched her fix her skirt and enjoyed the way her butt jiggled as she did. For a petite little thing, Emma was still very curvy and voluptuous for her size. Arthur liked to joke and blame it on all the fish and chips she ate. The elevator opened and before stepping in, he smacked his wife’s ass and whistled.

“Behave. Wait until…”she stepped in and thumbed the door close button a few times until they slid shut. “We’re alone.” She pressed him against the back wall and began tonguing him down while he gripped and grabbed her ass.

“What floor are we on?” She asked through heavy pants.

“The fourth.”

She turned around, pushed all the buttons between G and 4 and backed up on her husband. “That doesn’t seem like enough time.” She pinned him against the wall with her body and reached back to find his cock; stiffening between his legs before she got a hand on it.

“Not much time at all.” He whispered.

“Should we wait until we get to the room then?” she began stroking him through his jeans and he grabbed her waist.

“Fuck.” He buried his face in her burnt red hair.

“Should we wait darling?” She asked again and Arthur responded by pulling up her skirt in the back and unzipping his pants. Again she asked him if they should wait, but by then he was bending his knees just slightly and positioning himself to enter her.

Emma let out a soft moan and the doors in front of her opened; though no one entered. Arthur began a slow pumping motion and Emma backed up on him in turn as she bent forward to hit the close button with the tip of her extended middle finger. As the lift began to climb to the next floor, Arthur started to slam into her as he held her waist and she clawed at the front of her skirt to keep it in place. When the door opened again, her eyes grew wide when a cleaning lady boarded with a cart full of cleaning supplies. Arthur held his wife close and stayed inside her, while Emma closed her eyes and listened to his seductive whispers.

“That pussy so good baby. I could fuckin’ go to sleep in that shit.”

“Wait.” She whispered back.

“So fuckin’ wet, and tight, and hot.”

“Art…”

“Is that pussy mine baby?”

“Oh my god.” She said after exhaling deeply and the elevator reached the next floor.

The cleaning lady exited, suspicious though unawares, and Emma quickly hit the close button again.

“Is it mine?” Arthur started up again and Emma tensed up, standing on her toes; trying to inch away but Arthur had her arms pulled back now and retrained her at the elbows. “Is it mine?” He asked again.

“You know it is!” She moaned back.

“Then tell me it is.”

“Oh, this pussy’s yours! It’s yours! It’s yours!”

He picked up speed and pounded into her while she continued repeating the same words, over and over again until the door opened again and they had reached their floor. He slowed down, she climbed off him when his grip loosened on her arms and turned around to suck the head of his dick.

“This our floor baby.” Arthur licked his lips while watching her work.

“Hmm?” She slobbed and spit on him and jacked the head as she turned around to look. “See… I told you not enough time.”

Reina and Jordan crossed the street to the hotel, holding hands as they made their way across the busy intersection. The light was green but the little man in the crosswalk light had now turned into a countdown from ten. She quickened stride and worked the shit out of her heels as she did; strutting alongside her husband. His coat still on her shoulders but the brisk night air didn’t seem to be bothering him; his sleeves rolled up and his tie floating around his neck. She was anxious to rip off that tie along with the rest of his clothes and the anticipation was driving her crazy.

When they made it across the street and into the building, Jordan looked back at his wife and noticed she had been staring at him for quite a while. “You ok?” He asked as they approached the front counter.

“Yes.” She nodded, gitty as a school girl.

He smiled, “Ok. You just starin’ at me.”

“I can’t stare at you?”

“It’s distracting.”

With an intake of breath and a refreshed burst of the scent from her husband’s coat, she grabbed his ass and squeezed.

“Calm down miss.” He said, licking his lips as the woman behind the counter greeted him.

“Yes, can I help you sir?” She asked.

“We’re looking for a room.”

“Oh, I’m sorry sir, but all our rooms are booked.” The woman replied with a saddened, apologetic expression.

“We already have one so I guess we’re just trying to get checked in.” Jordan drummed his fingers on the counter, looking around for Arthur anywhere.

“Oh, ok. The name on the room?”

“Uh, Arthur Davenport.”

After a few clicks she looked up at him, shaking her head; unable to find the name. “Sorry sir, I can’t…”

“Try Jordan Powell.”

Once again she looked up at him, shaking her head.

“Emma Davenport?” Reina chimed in.

“Art Works?”

“Yes! There is a room under the name Art Works.  Two actually.” The woman went to work to get their room keys.

“Art Works?” Reina looked confused.

“It’s Arthur’s pen name.” Jordan replied, still looking around for him.

“Hey…” Reina called for her husband’s attention and kissed him when he looked at her. When they parted she licked his lips as she stepped away, then licked her own; trying to savor the taste of his mouth to the last morsel.

He stared at her, with eyes that saw her more than she saw herself and revealed the sexiest part of her to him. Her naked and beautiful heart that he would do anything to protect and make happy. She felt that, and that’s why she said softly, “I love you.” And he said it in turn as the woman behind the desk gave him two key cards.

Arthur held his wife up against the wall of their hotel room, fucking her against said wall. They had barely made it through the door and closed it before they were clawing and groping and grabbing and kissing and sucking each other all over. Emma had been bent over with her lips wrapped around her husband’s dick, sucking it not more than ten or fifteen minutes ago. She couldn’t be sure because she had lost all concept of time immediately after Arthur snatched off her skirt and growled at the sight of her black garter belt and stockings. He always did like the way she looked in corsets and garters and stockings.

He then lifted her, pressed her back against the wall and began drilling into her nonstop for the past ten or fifteen minutes. Emma had come and gone so many times now she had lost count. She was just a screaming mess, squirming and coming as her husband nailed her to the wall. He finally offered her a blissful mercy by placing her down on wobbly legs and stepped back to look at her; stroking his erect cock as his eyes raced around her curves. Emma stood against the wall breathing hard, her hair over her face as she chewed at her lip. Her skin was turning pink all over from a full body flush. Stepping towards her husband with about two steps, she instinctively found the place where his head met her wet mouth between her legs. Though instead of taking one more step and letting him enter her, she rested there and slid up and down the very tip of his dick.

“Fuck!” Arthur let out, about to move forward himself when Emma pulled away.

“No, no.” She pulled her hair back behind her head and used a band to tie it. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”

She got down on her knees and took her husband into her mouth. She had warmed up enough earlier and had now went to deep throat all ten inches of Arthur’s long, three fingers thick cock. She gagged and spit and choked but performed the feat flawlessly. Arthur held her ponytail and slowly began pumping his hips as she slobbed and sucked on him, moaning softly.

“I fucking love you!” Arthur whispered, his eyes rolling back along with his head.

“I fucking love this big ass cock!” Emma replied, stroking him with both hands in a twisting motion.

He licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss her, “You love it?”

“Yeah. I fucking love it.” She whispered back, her hands still wrapped around his length.

“Fuck, you so fuckin’ sexy!”

She gripped his base and played with the head, spitting on him and sucking on him every other minute. He grabbed her round full breast and squeezed, making her moan and start bobbing on him with her mouth wide open.

“Hurry up and get in that bed, I’m bout to fuck the shit outta you.”

She giggled, “Yeah? Can you?”

“Can I?” He looked almost upset by the comment.

“Can you? Can you manage that?”

Arthur scooped up his laughing wife and carried her to the bed; stripping off the rest of his clothes when he reached the queen size bed in the middle of the room.

Jordan stood in the middle of the elevator, staring at his wife on the other side of him. The elevator was packed with six other people, talking and laughing with each other while the lift continued up. Reina had planned to start something once they were alone, but as soon as they stepped on to the lift they were accompanied by this large group who even separated the married couple. Standing against the wall with Jordan so close yet unreachable, Reina began to get frustrated and started to pout. But Jordan was turned on by just watching her stand alone, surrounded by three guys talking about some basketball game. He took pleasure in looking at her as if he didn’t know her.

“I’m sorry, are we in the way man?” One of the guys asked, looking back and forth between Jordan and Reina.

“Oh it’s ok. Don’t worry about it.” Jordan replied.

Reina looked at him and turned away again, still pouting. “I don’t know him, sorry.” She said, lifting her hand now to show her large diamond wedding ring, “And I’m married.”

“Well your husband is a lucky man.” Jordan said.

Reina just nodded and the doors opened in front of her. She stepped off and Jordan followed after squeezing through the other passengers. One of the girls behind him made hushed comments about how fine he was and her friend added how good he smelled. The doors closed behind him and Jordan put his hands in his pockets, following after his wife. She peered back at him, occasionally but continued down the hall at a pace that suggested that they really weren’t together.

“So where’s your husband?” Jordan asked, taking a leisure stroll behind her.

Reina snapped around and said, “Excuse me?”

“Where’s your husband?” He asked again, catching up to her.

“He’s… coming up. He wanted to get another room key.”

Jordan laughed and shook his head. It often took a lot of coaxing to get Reina to role play because she always claimed she was no good at it. But she was doing a wonderful job of playing a married woman tempted by a stranger. He wondered when the idea came to her head. Was it when she said she didn’t know him in the elevator or before even that?

“What room number are you? Maybe we’re headed the same way.” Jordan continued, then Reina suddenly stopped in front of a door and pointed at the number.

“This is my room.” She locked eyes with him and quickly turned away. “Baby I don’t know if I can keep this up.” She pouted, speaking to him as herself now.

“Rei, just go with it. It’s ok, just do what you want. But if you not feeling it, it’s coo.”

“But I wouldn’t cheat on you.”

He laughed, “You’re not.”

“But… if I keep going I’m gonna have to make up some reason why I’m fucking some guy I just met while my husband is downstairs getting room keys! Stop laughing!”

She hit his shoulder while Jordan held his stomach, cracking up. “Rei, you thinking too much baby. It’s just me and you. Tell me what you wanna do. You wanna role play? We can do that. If not--”

“Well… you should probably get going. My husband is the jealous type and if he saw us together he’d think the worst.” Reina returned to character and it brought a sly smile to her husband’s face.

“Well miss… that’s crazy because, this is my room.”

“What, that’s impossible.”

He pulled out his room key, inserted the card in the slot provided above the door handle and turned after removing the card and the light flashed green.

“Yeah looks like my room too.” He said.

Reina looked at him confused, “This doesn’t make any sense.” She pushed the door open and Jordan followed her in. “We reserved this room weeks ago.”

“I don’t know what to tell you lady.” Jordan fell back on the bed and propped himself on his elbows. “But this is my room and I intend on staying.”

Reina crossed her arms, turning her chin up at him, “Sir, you have to leave before my husband gets here.”

Jordan undid his belt and pulled it off. Next was his button and his fly and Reina shuttered at the sight of his bulging burgundy boxer briefs.

“Look lady, I’m tired and all I wanna do is go to sleep, so…” He moved to the edge of the bed and started taking off his shoes.

“What… you think undressing is gonna make me leave?” She marched around to the other side of the bed and sat down; her arms still crossed.

Jordan laughed but continued to undress. “So you’re just gonna stay in here?”

“Yup.”

“Even if I get naked?” He stood up and let his pants hit the floor.

Reina chewed at her lip wanting to reach out and grab him, but choose to remain in character and play along. “This is very inappropriate. Could you please put your pants back on?”

“Could you leave my room?”

“Ok, you know what…” She stood up and started to undress as well, “Maybe I’ll just get naked too. What now?”

Jordan smiled and started unbuttoning his shirt while Reina pulled her dress up over her head; throwing it across the room. Jordan’s shirt came open and he looked at his wife in only her black lace bra; the light from the lamp behind her illuminating her bronze skin and giving her a glow. She stared back at him, equally burning with desire as Jordan pulled out his nine inch monster and started playing with it.

“Excuse me!” She flushed and turned her head just slightly, the sweet spot between her legs quickly becoming wetter than it already was.

“I told you… this is my room and you’re gonna have to leave miss.” Jordan looked at the curve her ass made when she turned to the side and began long smooth strokes up and down his shaft.

Reina turned to watch him and decided, two could play this game, as she placed a finger into her mouth and covered it in her saliva before winding a trail down to her kitty. “That’s fine. It doesn’t bother me.” She said, locking eyes with her mate.

For a solid five minutes, Jordan and Reina stood on opposite sides of the bed, pleasuring themselves and watched each other. Both slow at first, neither of them looking down at the other’s genitalia. It was a staring contest that was driving Reina crazy, but she refused to lose. Jordan, cocky as ever, kept a grin on his face as he kept his eyes on hers; not looking any lower than her shoulders.

Reina inhaled deeply, “Ooh fuck.” She whispered, watching her husband’s bicep flex as he handled himself; wishing she was the one doing it.

Jordan chuckled before flicking his tongue out at her, then made his way around the bed to stand right in front of her; still jacking his dick off. Reina tried her best to stay focused and not look down but failed miserably when she felt Jordan’s head brush against her clit.

“I win.” Jordan whispered.

And before he knew it, Reina had bent over and taken him into her mouth. She continued playing with herself, but bobbed and swirled on her husband as she did.

“What about your husband?” He asked, watching her work and reaching to smack each of her butt cheeks.

Reina took his dick out of her mouth long enough to say, “I’m bout to fuck him right now.”

♡♡♡♡

Out in the courtyard area, Jordan and Arthur sat in two reclining chairs as they passed a blunt back forth until it was no more than a roach. There were no complaints about the smell or the smoke seeing as the two men were outside at 3am in the morning and no one was around.

“What’s y’all room number?” Jordan asked, trying to pass the nearly gone jay to his friend.

“I’m good,” Arthur said, waving it away and tucking his hands back into the pockets of his cotton white robe. “Room 432. Why?”

“I think we heard y’all.” Jordan put out the joint and stomped it to be sure.

Arthur laughed and turned to him. “What room y’all in? I think we heard y’all!”

“I think 430 or 434. You probably did. Reina was hollering when I was hittin’ it from the back.”

“Em is always cussin’ and yellin’ hella loud wit her thick ass accent.”

Jordan laughed and looked up at where he thought their rooms were as a curtain opened.

Reina stood at the window looking down at the two best friends as clouds of smoke rose up around them.

“Are they smoking?” Emma asked, eating a chocolate covered strawberry as she sat in Reina and Jordan’s bed.

“Looks like it.” Reina giggled and opened her robe to flash her husband down below.

“Excuse me! My husband is down there too you know!” Emma threw a pillow at her and it hit her legs before she came back to the bed.

“Sorry, sorry. But I don’t think he saw me.” She took out one of the big, coated strawberries and bit into it; the rush of juices and chocolate flooding her mouth.

“Did you two hear us from here?” Emma asked, flipping through channels on the flat screen against the wall in front of them.

Reina wiped her mouth, cleared her throat and answered with, “ ‘Oh god! Oh god! Fuck me Arthur!’ ” She smiled and laughed from impersonating her friend; accent and all.

Emma hit her with another pillow and retorted with, “Don’t think I couldn’t hear you! ‘Oh Jordan! Oh Jordan! I’m about to… AHHH!’ ”

Reina put her hand over Emma’s mouth as she started to get louder. They both laughed at each other and laid back on the bed.