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.