The Perfect Ending for a Good Week-end - 3

This is the third part of my Perfect Ending for a Good Week-End story. Sorry it took so long!


So here I was, a bit lost and wondering what to do, honestly. You picture the dilemna: perfect guy, went out to score and... well that's it, it's the perfect guy, and though screwing him sounds like a very tempting option, a part of my feels that may be not the best way to go. I could screw up something so great, which I haven't really had in ages (and wasn't really looking for, anyway).

We kiss for a while, until finally I stop him and take him by the hand, and drag him to the elevator to go to the lounge area as I had already planned. He literally devours my neck while we're going up (and geez, I'm going very HIGH at this point...).

I manage to calm him down, and we sit and I put my arm around him and we kiss on a couch for a while, not saying anything. Just kissing, and looking in each other's eyes. Probing each other with tongues and eyes.


After a while, Tim relaxes a bit and distances himself, and gets up giving me a kiss to go get some more drinks. Don't really care at that point what the next drink will be, I'm distressed like a teenage girl on her first date with a boy (or a girl, but somehow I found that first time a lot easier. Less social pressure, maybe).

He comes back and we kiss again and I actually start getting horny at this stage. I haven't touched my drink and look towards the darkest corner of the lounge. A safe haven where you can usually do pretty much whatever you want, and part of me wants to take back control over not-so-shy-Tim. My mind plays with a few possibilities, still at loss with the best course of action. My bodies says it wants Tim's cock to penetrate me right here in this place, or to get down on my nears in that dark corner and push him to his limits... My mind says take him home right now and drive him nuts for hours, but don't be that slut who blows him in a bar. My heart - yes, my heart; my heart of little girl at this point - screams at me to come up with some lame excuse as I did a few times a kid. Sorry, it's getting late. Maybe we should take it slower. I really like you Tim, you know...

My mind seems to settle with the other parts and finally I hear myself ask: "tell me, Tim... what girl do you want?", half-aware that for many blokes, this is an invite for some crazy stuff as this road would usually be a goal in itself, but here merely a secondary preoccupation.
"-I like a girl like you", he says
"-You've got no idea what kind of girl I am"
"-I know you're kissing me and we're having fun... so far"
"-What would make it fun... Tim? What do you want?" I pause and look at him, bite his lip, and hold back. "Let me be blunt: do you want a girl who will jump on you right now and blow you like you've never been before and not ask for anything in return, do you want a girl who'll take you home and let you screw her in every possible way until you crash, or do you want to chicken out and hide or simply wait for another chance, for something maybe even greater?"
"-Listen, KC, this sound a bit weird... I mean... awully hot... but it sounds sort of like a trap, like you're testing me."
It does, a little, I have to admit... I add: "This is not a test, I just don't know what I'm going to do with you, so I merely concert with you. We're at the crossroads. Don't think it, just feel it, and do NOT be shy. All options are open".


Tim stands still for a while. He finally grabs my purse, and gives me his hand, and gets up, uttering with a smile "let's go for a walk".


The cab-ride is a blur. Lips, hands and beam-lights...
I don't want to bring him Tim to my home though. Not let him penetrate that part of me. Maybe to keep a door open for another time, with a different setting. So the next time he steps in my apartment he doesn't get a smirk on his face, drifting off.
We drive off to a hotel and book a room. Tim says he's not sure he can afford it, and I would have preferred to pass as well in other cases, but here we are. I say it's OK, it's my treat, and give my card to the receptionist. I see her giggle at "treat". I wonder how the scene looks like, from her perspective.

Key. Walking fast towards the elevator. Tim pulls me back and drags me into the bar, he says to relax. Not to hurry. Is he getting scared? Just tense? Or he really wants me to get smashed? A burst of fear as I realize I'm not in the comforting safe area of my apartment. I haven't always been though, and this doesn't seem scary. but you always wonder... Don't think about that, get back to it.
We drink and kiss, we drink and dance, we drink and touch and dance and touch and kiss...

Finally Tim drags me to the door. Not in a rushed fashion, as if he cannot hold it anymore and only thinks of fucking me. Just with a firm hand, as leading someone through a maze he knows perfectly. Maybe he does. Maybe Tim IS that kind of player. Maybe, for once in a very long time, I've been the prey. Not that it matters. It's a two-way game. But still, my pride is picked. It's always harder for the girl to look like the winner. Yet again, is this a competition? Why do we care about such things? Why do I care right now??! I put both arms behind Tim's neck and kiss him, alternating gentle kisses and caresses and rough spikes of desires pushing me to rough him up. He pushes me back against the wall in the corridor... Where the fuck is that room? I'll let him do me right here if ... that's an idea... I let myself slip to the ground while he kisses me.

I lies down on the thick carpeted floor with me, kisses me, one leg over me, his hands now exploring under my clothes. Going up my skirt, into my cleavage, caressing my back, grabbing my ass gently but with the tension of the anticipation.

He suddenly lifts me up, takes my hands as if we were to dance, turns around twice, and we land in front of our door. I push him against it, kiss him, take the key card off his hand and unlock the door. As it clicks, Tim exhales and kisses me.



We get in, hands on each other, and I start to undress him. It's only now that I really take notice of what he's wearing. I had this feeling of casual, cool, yet smart and classy all night long. Tim is wearing worn off jeans, a black shirt on top of a white t-short. Casual shoes, brown worn off leather. I admire him, and get down while I unbutton his pants. No belts. I like guys with no belts. It's not the confidence in their clothes, and appearance, the fact they don't need enhancements or accessories and don't spend on crap. It's the minimalistic characteristic. It says a lot about them. Sometimes I can understand a guy who wears belts only as a social attribute, because it fits well in a crowd and scene, but it puts me off by default.

Tim grabs my hair and tells me I don't have to. I chuckle a little, I feel he's a bit embarrassed. He doesn't seem surprised (well, I announced that, I guess...), doesn't feel out of place, but like he's not completely at ease. He says that would be unfair. "I don't know what girl I want yet", he says with a smile.

"Let me decide for you."

I slip my hand inside. I touch him, caress him. He's already aroused (I hope so, I'm dying inside) but feel his voluptuous cock react. I grab behind his butt with my other hands. Tim has a nice butt. Muscular, firm. Not bumpy, just muscular. Not shaky. Just muscle. Soft when he relax, and sculptured under my palm when I lean forward and softly run my lips over his underwear and his clenches.

"-How?" he says, looking down at me. He looks like a giant from here. Magnificent, but not impressive, not intimidating, not threatening.

"By letting me ... be ... all of 'em..."


I slip both my hands under the line of his pants and pull them back. It's here, facing me pulsating from the rush of blood. It doesn't smell (good... bad surprises ruin the mood sometimes, though it's something you get over after a while). It looks just beautiful. Yummy. I sit back on my legs, grab it, look at Tim, and take out my tongue slowly. He's starring at me. I love that. How a guy stares at you at this moment. He tells a lot about them. They'll either smirk, or be intimated. Grab your head, or be scared and let you drive. Or just touch you, to be part of the experience, but respectful, taking control just to instigate some fun but with distance. Tim stares. He doesn't really smile, he just stares, like someone very focus on a very good book. Like someone looking at the Venus of Milo, I think, at the time, instantly a bit ashamed that I dared flatter myself like that.
I run my lips and tongue gently on his cock. Pull it a bit up and kiss his balls. They're soft. Shaven, but from a few days ago. Not like someone who expect to score tonight, which comforts me in thinking Tim is the kind of person I thought he was. Just careful, but not obsessive, not self-centered.
I suddenly grab his cock with both my hands hand put it inside my mouth, instantly slowing down again. Wetting it, sucking it, playing with my tongue inside my mouth.
I prepare my mouth to try to go further, but I'm not ready yet.
I feel Tim relax, accepting his fate.

I suck him for a long time. I don't feel like making him come. I am a generous person, and I like my orgasm to last, to build up. I like a quick fuck and can often not resist it and welcome it but ultimately I know that the best I ever had was slow and built up for ages. I want to give him that, to knock his socks off right from the start. I speed up and slow down, play with my hands, run them on his chest, un-button his shirt and lick his stomach and thighs. Muscular, heavy thighs, lightly hairy, and a finely shaped but not body-built stomach. Just enough fat on it to not make it a skeleton. Just enough muscles to show through and look good and feel firm and strong, and react to my kisses.
After a while I pull him down and make him sit in a chair. I run my hands all over him, pull myself up to slowly get up and kiss him... I get back to while I touch myself with one hand, looking at him and grabbing his cock again. Tim's petrified. Conquered. I get back down completely and put both my hands around his cock, twisting my hands and going deep down on him. I feel my mouth relaxed and let my hands go. I start undressing myself now while I very slowly slide down, my lips wrapped around his cock penetrating my throat. I gag a little, the position is not perfect for this, and this is not my forte, but I contain it and keep going, slowly, very slowly, the flat of my tongue caressing the base of his cock at the same time. I feel him pulsate more.

I still have my shoes and have just undone zippers on my dress, and Tim stops me as I want to carry on. He wants to undress me, tells me I look incredible like that, and he wants to delay it. He wants me to be uncovered in so many ways he prefers keep me covered for now. I smile, look him in the eyes, and keep sucking him.
Tim starts moving under my lips. He starts to move with me, and even to drive me, his back arches, his head gets pulled back... He's not there yet, not ready to come all over me or in me, but the sensation seems to drive him nuts. When my tongue goes back to his tip, he jumps off a little every single time.

I slow down, I want to make him enjoy this more, to give him time to recover. To give him time to think about what he's going to do to me, I tell him. He chuckles back. I try to get my boobs out of my dress but it's not large enough, only one can come out, I want to undress and use them, pull the dress over my head and be on my knees in front of him with just my tights and stilettos, like the good slut I am right now, but he still asks me to wait. I rub my free nipple on his tip. It seems to get me off more than him, and I abandon myself for a few seconds to that pleasant sensation.
His breathing is more regular, and he looks back at me again. I squeeze his cock in one heart-beat with my right hand, pulling it up and down frenetically, and gove over from his balls to his with my tongue, and release his cock, very softly, kiss his tip, lick it, look him in the eye, and go down on it. I go faster, and faster, from the tip to the base now, his cock deep inside me and reaching in my throat. He roars back like an animal. I feel horny and submissive, extremely aroused, I feel my juice running and my tanga getting soaked. I slid my hand under my dress and finger myself while I keep thrusting on his cock with my mouth.
I make him get up, lie against the wall, not letting go of his cock which is now huge, warm, wet and vibrating, ready to explode. I ask him again "what girl do you want?". "All of 'em", he grunts back, with a smile distorted by the darts of pleasure going through his cock.

I grab him, and push my mouth right onto, putting his hands on my head, my hands on his butt and back. I move back and forth with less amplitude, staying deep on hos going, moving a bit sideways and flicking my tongue against the base of his cock and his balls. I feel him start to come down my throat, and slow down, still rubbing my lips wrapped around his cock. I feel it throb.


Tim gasps for a few seconds, then grabs me and throws me onto the bed, and kisses me. His hands keep moving from my hair, my neck and my sides, slowly focusing more on my lower back and butt, and finally reaching for the inside of my thighs. He steps back a little, kissing and licking my legs, getting closer. When I finally emit a sound, as I start to go completely nuts, he smiles and goes down on me.


Part 4 coming up next !