This time we actually drove back to the hotel.  Passing the front desk, the old man uttered, "Nice to see you again."  With that said, Christina lifted the front of her dress and flashed him again.  His only response was, "Thank you!"

Once we were in the elevator, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard.  While our lips wrestled, I let my hand wander down to her leaking box. I slipped a finger in and out a few times before moving further back. Pushing my slick digit into her sphincter caused her to jump a little and grab my cock aggressively.

As I finger-fucked her tight ass, Christina questioned, "Are you going to fuck my ass in the elevator, Mr. Smith?"

"I don't think I'll have the time, sexy, but I will do it on the bed if you can make it there."

"Oh, I'll make it, since you'll be carrying me," she moaned as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.  When we reached our floor, I carried her to the room with her ass exposed and penetrated by my finger.  Fortunately, no one was around to complain as I shuffled down the hallway.

Unbelievably, I was able to open the room door without removing my buried digit.  Once inside, I made a bee-line for the bed and lowered down before sticking my face into her twat.  I tongued her ravenously and enjoyed her nectar before abruptly flipping her over.  Spreading her cheeks wide, I began to orally attack her pucker.   I lapped, nibbled, and finally penetrated her with my unrelenting tongue.

Through all of this, Christina yelped, screamed, moaned, and cried out to God repeatedly.  To be honest, I wasn't even paying attention to whether or not she climaxed.  I was just driven like a wild animal to satisfy my own lust, which seemed to increase with her exhibitionism.  As I pulled my mouth from in between her buttocks, Christina blurted, "Fuck my ass!"

I was so worked up that I just pulled my pants down enough to free my cock.  Once it was out, I moved forward and slowly speared her waiting rectum.  We both howled and went wild as I picked up the pace.  I didn't last more than a minute or two before I pushed deep into her bowels and released my spunk.

In the aftermath, I panted like an Olympic sprinter.  Collapsing onto Christina, I confessed, "Your exhibitionism drives me wild.  All I want to do after you expose yourself is fuck you like an animal."

"So, that explains the sex while we're both still dressed," she said laughingly.  "It does the same thing for me, and I have something to confess too.  I really want to go back to the restaurant and have that waitress touch me out in the open.  I wanted the same when I was in the changing room, and Maxine followed me.  She just stared at me, and it made me so hot that I climaxed untouched.  If she had touched me, I would have gone into orbit!"

"Do you remember the waitress's name?"

"She never said it, but she was wearing a nametag.  Now, what was it?  I think it began with an 's'.  Shirley, Shelley, Susie, damn I can't remember."

"I saw it too, and I think that you're right about the 's'.  Sandy, Stephanie...?"

"Yes, that's it, Stephanie!  Why did you ask?"

"Because I'm going to call over there and see if she's working the dinner shift."

After we uncoupled, I grabbed my phone and called the restaurant.  I spoke to one of the hostess's, and she confirmed that Stephanie was working tonight.  She also was sure that she was the correct person based on my description.  I got a reservation in her outdoor section for nine p.m., which was only two hours away.

The whole time I was on the phone, Christina lay on the bed playing with herself.  It was very hard to concentrate on my conversation as I watched her bring herself to a few small orgasms.  As soon as I got off of the phone, she jerked off my pants and mounted me.  She went all bucking-bronco for a minute before she erupted into a full-on squirting climax.

She crumpled down onto me and stayed there for about thirty minutes.

Knowing that we had to get a shower and change our clothes for dinner,  I woke her gradually.  As she began to perk up, I said, "We need to get cleaned up for your showing at dinner, sexy."

She replied by kissing me softly as she slowly sat up.  As she rolled off the bed, I followed and directed her to the shower.

Christina started to perk up as the water coated her tempting frame. I tried to maintain a business-like approach, but my smaller head had other ideas.  Fortunately, we finished cleaning ourselves and got out of the shower before she noticed.  It was while we were both drying off that Christina noticed my predicament.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth.  Grasping my buttocks with both hands, Chistina buried me into her throat repeatedly until I ejaculated what little spunk I had left.  As she stood, she stated, "No future husband of mine is going to go around unsatisfied."

As I leaned against the sink weak-kneed from my orgasm, she kissed me and then brushed her teeth.  

I stared at her beauty for a few minutes, and when she finished her teeth, I said, "I love you, Christina Watkins."

"You know that I love you too!  But just as importantly, I love sharing my body with you.  To me, it is the ultimate expression of my love."

We kissed again, but more lovingly this time.  She then headed for the bedroom to dress and do her makeup while I got ready too.

As I walked out of the bathroom, she was slipping on her curve-hugging black dress.  I assisted her with pulling it over the curve of her hips, easing it barely past the separation of her thighs.  There was no bending over in this one unless she wanted everyone to see her goods.  With her makeup and hair done, Christina looked like nothing less than a goddess.

Looking her over, I knew that a black suit was the ticket for me.  I'd brought it just in case, and this was the time to wear it.  I suited up quickly, and she wrapped her arm in mine, and we headed out the door.

As the elevator descended, Christina seemed to be a little nervous.  

"What's on your mind, my goddess?"

"The randomness before was easier, but now there's almost an expectation with this one.  What if I don't want to do anything once we get there?"

"There is no pressure.  Stephanie doesn't even know that we're coming.  So, if you don't want to show or have her touch you, it's fine.  Remember, this exhibitionism is all your choice, and if you don't want to do it, then don't."

The elevator reached the lobby, and Christina leaned into me for another loving kiss before we walked out.  The old man wasn't at the desk, and I'm sure that he would be disappointed that he missed her this time.

During the drive over, Christina was pinned to my side.  Initially, I thought it was out of fear, but as she snuggled closer, I realized that she was thanking me in her way.  Her demeanor had changed during the ride, and as I helped her out of the truck, she whispered, "Thank you."

Christina held me close, but not in a scared sort of way.  She seemed confident and feeling sexy.  She held me more possessively, daring anyone else to try and separate us.  The hostess offered, "You look stunning in that dress," as she led us to our table.  

Christina replied, "Thank you so much.  It's my first time wearing it, and I was a bit nervous since it's so short."  As we arrived at the table, she whispered to the hostess, "It's especially challenging with no underwear."  The hostess blushed and giggled as she backed away while her eyes dropped to Christina's thighs.  Christina grabbed the hem and raised it momentarily to give her a little show.  The hostess tripped and nearly fell before another patron caught her in his lap.  She was quite embarrassed but took another look back at Christina before standing.

Our table was in the far corner of the deck.  Showing off would be difficult here, especially with the sun setting, but Christina was not deterred.  Upon seating, she spread her legs about halfway to test the waters.

"It's so freeing.  The wisps of air tickling my lips and the cooling feeling as I leak.  It's so scintillating.  I wish you could feel the way I do right now."

Christina's eyes had closed as she tried to express what she was feeling.  As she began to open them, Stephanie stood before her and asked, "Can I get you something to drink?"

Christina smiled broadly and then spread her legs wide.  As Stephanie ogled Christina's leaking pussy, I suggested, "How about a couple more of those vodka sunrises and an order of clams casino, while we peruse the menu?"

Stephanie stepped closer to Christina, not having heard a word I said and let her hand approach.  There was an unspoken conversation between them as Stephanie paused for permission.  Christina simply nodded and closed her eyes as Stephanie drew her fingers across her wet slit.  After reaching the top, Stephanie pushed back down and slipped her middle finger inside.

Christina's lips pressed hard together as she moaned and climaxed.

After a few more penetrations, Stephanie removed herself and mumbled, "I'll get your drinks and order the clams."  Walking away, she not-so-discreetly sucked Christina's juices from her fingers.

We both watched her as Christina asked, "Please tell me you recorded all that on your phone?"

"I did get the two of you, but I couldn't get that and the penetration."

"That's okay, I just want to see her face as she fingered me in public.  I know that I'll never forget that feeling."

"I'm sure you won't since I know that I never forget watching her pressing her digit inside your slick hole."

"If I can get her to do it again, do you think you can record the penetration?"

"I'll try, but it is getting pretty dark."

"What if you turned on the camera's light, do you think that would work?"

"Sure, but it would likely draw some attention that she probably wouldn't want.  Why don't we see what time she gets off tonight and maybe meet her in the parking lot?"

"Maybe, but let's try it without the light first and see what we get?"

"Okay sexy.  Now how about I get a little taste of your nectar."

"Mmmm," was all Christina said as I swiped my finger through her damp slit.  I brought my well-coated finger to my mouth to enjoy her taste.  As Christina reveled in her public exploitation, Stephanie approached with our drinks.

I placed my phone on my lap, ready to record whatever happened.  As Stephanie placed the drinks, Christina motioned for her to come closer.  When Stephanie's face was within a few inches of Christina's, she whispered, "Could you finger me again?"

Stephanie obliged her by pushing two fingers inside Christina's slick puss.  I glanced down at the phone to make sure that it was correctly aimed and hit record.  Christina wrapped a hand around Stephanie's neck and pulled her in for a deep french kiss.  Christina moaned deeply into Stephanie's mouth as she climaxed from her double-digit penetration.

Christina released Stephanie's head as her orgasm abated, but squeezed her fingers tightly with her still restrictive snatch.  The only reason I knew was from Stephanie's comment, "Damn girl, you've got some strong pussy muscles.  Can I have my fingers back now?"

"Maybe, if you'll put them in again later,"  Christina responded.

"Only if you'll let me lick you later, too," Stephanie requested.

Christina squeezed her fingers one last time before relaxing.  As Stephanie's hand moved away, Christina asked, "What are you doing after work?  I'm sure that Dennis wouldn't mind watching me being tasted and doing some tasting."

They both turned their heads toward me, and I simply replied, "Sure."

As Stephanie walked away, Chistina asked me, "Are you sure it's okay with you?  I don't know what came over me, but I need to play with her a little.  I want you to join in.  I'll need your cock inside me as I taste her for the first time.  I'm never going to go behind your back.  If you don't want me to be with her, then I won't."

"Baby, I want you to do all of the things that you enjoy.  If it means bringing a third, fourth, or fifth into our bed, I'm good with that."

"Oh, this won't be a regular thing.  I'm just outside of myself down here at the beach, in a beautiful hotel, and showing myself for the first time in my life.  On top of that, I'm with the love of my life.  You satisfy me more than I could have ever imagined, and I'll spend my life trying to pay you back in my own way."

As Christina finished talking, Stephanie returned with our clams casino.  After placing the appetizer between us, she asked, "Do you know what you want for dinner?  The kitchen is closing soon, and I'd like to get it in so that I can start cleaning my station," with a sly grin on her face.

We placed our orders, and Stephanie scampered off as we enjoyed the appetizer.  With the appetizer finished, I played between Christina's thighs while her legs were spread.  Unfortunately, it was so dark outside that no one could see her swollen and drooling pussy.  As Stephanie approached with our meals, I didn't even bother to remove my hand.

"Okay, guys, I have your meals here.  Do you need any condiments or another drink?" Stephanie questioned.

"Just a drink for me," Christina mumbled as I stroked her hard clit.

"I'll have a drink too.  Should we order dessert now since the kitchen is closing?" I asked.

Christina began to moan as she approached another climax, and I quickly kissed her to cover the sound.  As her body shuddered, Stephanie replied, "Yes, you should order dessert now if you want it after your meal."

As Christina and I broke our kiss, Stephanie dropped a fork and knelt down to pick it up.  Moving under the table toward Christina, Stephanie whispered, "May I?"

Christina replied quietly, "Yes!"

Stephanie moved in and lapped at Christina's slick slit like a dog at its water bowl.  I hit record on my phone and kept it trained on the cunnilingus.  Christina quickly approached another orgasm and wrapped her own hands over her face to prevent the inevitable scream.  Her legs clamped down on Stephanie's face as she convulsed in the chair.

When she finally relaxed, Stephanie stood, and it was clear that she'd squirted pretty hard.  Stephanie's face, neck, and chest were coated in Christina's ambrosia.  As Stephanie wiped away the evidence, Christina lay there panting, with her legs splayed like a whore.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of the two keys cards for the room.  Handing it to Stephanie, I said, "Can we get our meal to go?  I don't think Christina has the energy to eat right now.  Come over whenever you get off tonight."

"Actually, you're my last table, and all of my side work is done.  Do you mind if I catch a ride with you?"  Stephanie asked.

"Not at all," Christina breathed.

Stephanie grabbed our plates and, before heading back to the kitchen, asked, "Do you want any dessert?"

Christina answered, "I'm looking at it."

To be triply continued...