Making Him Squirm

"Would it have mattered?" Tonya asked.

Charlie lowered his gaze, released her arm and took a deep breath. "No, it wouldn't have. I was a different man. I was a player. I knew it -- welcomed it -- embraced it. I saw what I wanted that day."

"It's okay Charlie. It hurt. I won't lie. I was so upset. I went home and cried -- bawled really. I had let her do it to me again and it wasn't really her fault, or yours. I had used her as much as she had used me."

"I want to hear more," he told her, "but right now, let's go for a walk -- the club you made reservations for isn't too far from here, and well we can just enjoy the scenery. Or if you'd rather I can head back to my room, and you can go it alone. I know you probably don't want my company."

Tonya reached out and squeezed his arm. "No, let's go. The walk will be nice, and the place is further than you think, but the walk is doable. We can talk on the way."

He stayed next to her, matching her stride so she didn't feel out of breath trying to match his longer one. "Why didn't you tell me we'd met before?" he asked.

"I wasn't planning on you getting the job, remember. I saw you in the lobby and thought, 'you've got to be fuckin' kidding me'. There you were, two years later looking just as handsome as ever. This time though I held the cards. I wanted to toss your ass out and shred that resume."

"Why didn't you?"

Tonya spoke the truth. "You were the only applicant that had what we were looking for. I hated that. I hated knowing that I was going to make you happy after you had made me so sad."

"I can't apologize enough for that," he admitted.

"I know. I forgave you though. I mean, not right away. It took some time, but the more you worked with me and the others, I saw in you qualities that you had either chosen to ignore, or had never had."

He laughed. "I'm going with 'chosen to ignore'."

"Anyway, I knew eventually -- or at least I hoped -- you would remember me, but if you didn't, it was okay. I already knew the kind of woman you were interested in and I will never be, nor would I ever want to be a woman like Heather."

He stopped walking and touched her arm. She turned to face him. "I don't want you to be Heather. You're more woman than she'll ever be. I bet there isn't one thing on you that is fake -- is there?"

Tonya couldn't help but watch his eyes slowly trail over her body. She blushed as he focused on her eyes, lips, cheeks, hair. She knew what he was looking for; she knew what had made Heather beautiful. He lingered on her chest, until she cleared her throat. His hand came up and gently gripped her shoulder, encouraging her to spin around. She did so, rolled her eyes when he whistled. When she faced him again he was grinning. "No there is nothing false about what is under that blouse and that skirt."

"Was it really that bad?" she asked.

"You have no idea. I'll admit though. My cock still led me. In the morning though as she dressed herself back up, I knew I had to grow up or I was going to miss out on someone as real as you." He reached out and touched her lips with the pad of his finger. "I've thought about you a lot," he whispered, stepping in to close the distance that separated them.

Tonya swept his hand away, stepped back and studied his expression. "If that were true, you would have recognized me. Be honest with yourself Charlie. You can lie to me all you want, but if you're truly a changed man you would have known who I was the moment you stepped into Miralo and Conmorate." She turned away and headed back to the hotel.

Charlie hurried after her, grabbed her and hauled her back against him. "I didn't recognize you because you don't look the same! Plus, I'm not going to lie to you. I wasn't interested in you that night. You were a means to an end, nothing more, nothing less. I'm sorry to have to say that. To open up old wounds that I caused. But that is the truth. You know it and I know it. You have changed Tonya. The girl in the bar was a timid mouse hiding behind her friend's shadow. You were using her, you admitted it already. She was your safety net; as long as you had Heather you didn't have to worry about letting anyone in that could possibly hurt you. I was a player, you were just a lost puppy being led by a self-serving bitch!"

She stood there stunned. His voice had become louder with every passing breath. The anger in his gaze was intense. His words rang true and she'd been telling herself the same thing for a long time, but it still hurt to hear it yelled back at her. "Look let's just go back to the hotel and start over tomorrow."

"No! God-damn-it. We're going to that comedy club and we're having a fuckin' good time!" he shouted.

"Fine!" she screamed back at him, spun back toward their original destination and headed back down the road to where the club would eventually appear. By the time they got there, both were quiet and ready to concede to the other. Charlie again apologized, as did Tonya. He pulled her chair out for her and claimed his. A scantily clad woman took their orders. Tonya watched Charlie, waiting for him to leap at the woman and her noticeable charms.

"You know I can feel your eyes on me," he told her as he toyed with the center condiments.

"Meaning?"

"You know what I mean. You were watching me like a hawk. Making sure I kept my eyes to myself and not allowing them to roam over what she is obviously advertising."

Tonya laughed softly. "I was. She doesn't look fake, so she's right up your new found alley."

Charlie leaned back and studied Tonya. "Maybe I've already found what I want. I've been looking for her for two years."

She studied him. The server came, deposited their drinks and left. "Don't tease, Charlie," she said before bringing her drink to her lips.

He said nothing more and soon they were conversing about the next day's schedule and munching on their early supper. The comedians began coming on stage. One after another until the headliner appeared. Tonya relaxed, only tensing slightly when Charlie's arm rested on the back of her chair. For most of the evening she was able to concentrate on the jokes, punch lines and various antics of the man on stage and the crowd surrounding them. By the end of the night, Charlie had moved closer to her and his fingers had toyed with her hair.

Tonya waited in the lobby of the club, while Charlie made arrangements for a car to take them back to the hotel. They hadn't said much more on the subject of their past, nor had they talked about his proclamation that he'd found what he'd been "looking for...for two years."

Tucked safely in the back of the car, with Charlie pressed against her Tonya couldn't help but feel very self-conscious about herself and Heather. She was everything the other woman hadn't been. Wasn't that what Charlie wanted? Tonya bit on her lower lip as Charlie held her hand. She felt his fingers drawing lazy circles across the skin. Her stomach tightened when he leaned over and brushed the top of her head with a kiss. What was happening to her? She wondered. What was he going to expect from her? Tonya fretted the entire trip back to the resort.

Once they were in the elevator Charlie turned to face her. He cupped her cheeks and lowered his mouth to hers. She opened her lips, allowed his tongue access and joined him in a slow erotic dance of exploration. When the elevator jerked to a stop and the door opened, Charlie stepped away, took her hand in his and walked her to her door. He kissed her again. When they parted both sighed against the others' mouth. "You have changed Tonya. Without her, you have blossomed. I didn't see you the first time because of her. The woman who stands before me now and the one that was in the office making me squirm in my seat was a woman who is confident in herself. She stands up for what she believes in. She knows the difference in being who you are and what others what you to be. Your beauty shines now because you put yourself first, and you let Heather go. She was your safety net, whether you see it or not."

Tonya nodded her head. "I figured that out. After she left your place she called me. She wanted to give me all the juicy details and I just didn't want to hear about it anymore. I told her I was hurt and angry, that I was tired of being her sidekick. Our friendship dissolved very quickly. The last I heard, she was engaged to some man with one foot in the grave."

Charlie shook his head. "That doesn't surprise me. I am sorry about your friendship."

"Don't be. It was bound to happen, it just took -- well -- it took you looking at me from over the hood of the car to make me realize I needed to cut the ties that bind."

He kissed her again. She tasted the beer on his tongue and the hint of spices that had been sprinkled over his food. Her hand moved to his shirt; she toyed with the fabric as he pressed her against the door. "Do you want to come in?" she asked, as his mouth left tiny kisses along her neck.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "If I come in, I'm not leaving till morning and even then it's only going to be so I can gather my belongings and bring them over here."

His eyes bored into hers as she took a deep breath, passed him her hotel key card and waited for him to let them both in. When the door closed behind them, he pulled her back to his chest and held her tight. She felt him against her back. His hands moved to cup her breasts; he pushed the large globes with his palms, kneaded them with his fingers and kissed the top of her shoulders. Tonya closed her eyes, covered one of his hands with hers and moved it down to her stomach. His other captured a fistful of her hair; he moved it away, exposing her neck. He sucked on her skin, small red blotches that would fade in minutes littered the silky surface. Her pulse raced as his tongue traveled along her freckled shoulders. He peeled the tiny straps down, kissing the little indentations from the elastic material. She hissed; goose bumps appeared as she shivered.

Tonya remained anchored to him. Her back to his chest. His hands roamed her body; her fingers followed his hands. His fingertips glided under her blouse; he pulled her top up, she stepped away. It was tugged off and discarded. Again his hands covered her chest. Her whimper made him smile. She felt the evidence of his grin on her shoulders. The clasp of her bra was easily maneuvered and it fell, landing across the discarded top. Tonya leaned back, as Charlie made love to her tits with his fingers. He massaged the hardened points. Learned the path of the small ridges and bumps, all the while he sucked on her neck, planted kisses across her shoulders and at the base of her scalp. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, before spinning her around and lowering himself to his knees.

She gasped as his mouth pressed against her skirt. Her pussy was pulsating to a rhythm she swore she could feel in her toes. Her hips gyrated provocatively against his face. She blushed at her wanton display of desire. Tonya stepped out of her sandals, pulled her sunglasses off the top of head and tossed them toward the nearest table. If they landed where she'd aimed she didn't know. His hands were making quick work of divesting her of the billowy skirt.

Charlie's breath hovered over her moistened panty. He rubbed his face against her crotch. Tonya pushed her fingers into his hair as she stroked herself on his nose, lips, and chin. A hungry growl resembling some sort of wild animal rumbled against the silky fabric. The knowing grip of firm fingers wrapped around the edge of her panty; soon she had stepped free of the final fabric that had barred him from her slippery opening.

Tonya stared down with passion-filled eyes. A hint of self-doubt crept in, but was caste aside when he licked the slit of her sex. "Oh -- oh -- god," she whispered. Her fingers tightened the grip on the back of his head. She bit down on her lip, fighting the need to push him deeper into her. Charlie took his time; she knew he was purposely paying homage to her, making up for dismissing her so long ago. Her breath quickened as his tongue became flat and soft. He licked her with long swipes along her opening, between her folds, against her lips; he coated the outside of her pussy with gentle wet strokes. Her clit was assaulted with the tip of his tongue. The hard nub was pushed back and forth, up and down. It tingled; her toes curled and her calf and thigh muscles flexed. He muttered words against her cunt -- words she could barely make out.

When she wanted to speak, the syllables were lodged in her throat. The need inside her was building and Charlie's mouth was soon joined by his fingers. Tonya's knees began to buckle. He held her to him. One arm kept her weight distributed so she could lean on him, the other held an ass cheek. He squeezed the soft muscle as he worked his magic on her pussy. Without thought her hips began to ride his face and fingers. She bucked and ground into him, until she was shaking and showering his face with her nectar. Charlie mumbled his approval, slurping and sucking the honey as it flowed like wine down into his mouth. When she was done shaking he rose from the floor and kissed her hard. His arousal pressed into her abdomen. The fabric of his clothing scratched at her skin. "Fuck baby," he whispered against her lips as he shared with her the taste of her passion.

Tonya moaned, licked at his tongue, tasted herself and breathed in the intoxicating scent of her release. They separated, but only long enough for Charlie to pull off his clothes. Tonya took a moment to breathe before Charlie was back in her arms. She noted the telling rectangular package that he held in his palm. The condom was quickly slid over his throbbing dick, and Tonya was beckoning him onto the bed. He covered her; she opened her legs willingly and felt him slide into her thick moist hole. The natural lubricate of her earlier arousal eased the impalement of her sex. A soft moan swept over them as Tonya's body accepted the ridged firm shaft of Charlie's cock.

He pushed deep. She took each inch, clamping her muscles down on his thick tool. Charlie captured one of her nipples between his lips. He pulled on it, tucked it between his teeth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Tonya pulled him down to her. His hips rose, drawing his cock from her slickness. Her body lifted to meet his, capturing another retreating inch. He sank back into her, all the while drawing her nipple deeper into his mouth.

Tonya's nails dug into his back. She dragged them up and down, unknowingly leaving scratches that would temporarily mar his flesh. As his tempo increased, so did her own. She matched him thrust for thrust as he ground into her. Sweat began to cover them; a glistening sheen of perspiration that added to the slippery friction of their bodies moving as one. Soft grunts, low purrs, vulgar words were flowing haphazardly from each others' lips. Tonya felt the signs of her body reaching the point of no return. Her back arched. Her nails bit into his back. Her pussy tightened. Her clit hardened itself as her toes curled and her muscles locked. The sound of her coming crawled through the walls of her room. It was absorbed by the hollowness of Charlie's room next door and welcomed by her unknown neighbors.

Briefly she opened her eyes. Colors danced in front of her before she was able to focus on Charlie. He stared down at her. His face was taut as he pumped two more times and erupted into the latex sheath. Tonya closed her eyes again and set her mind to feeling the last effects of her orgasm. She breathed deep as tiny ripples skated through her veins. Her pulse beat all the way to her soles of her feet. She moved her legs. They were stiff and heavy. Her hands fell away, her arms dropped to her sides. Charlie eased out, brought her with him as he rolled over. Her leg covered his. She felt the sticky condom covering his soften cock. Slowly she eased her hand down his stomach. Her fingers worked on the protection. The thick goo of come remained in the condom as she dropped it carelessly to the floor. His cock was wet; a thin coating of his seed lay against his velvet flesh.

Tonya moved, smiled at him, and slowly began to wash away the evidence of his release. He moaned softly and toyed with her hair as she bathed him. His cock was warm and slack; with her teasing ministrations he would soon be ready to feed her starving belly. Tonya opened her mouth and began to bring him to another solid state while her fingers toyed with his balls. The night passed with each waking the other for a moment or two of pleasure. When morning approached Tonya watched her lover slip into one of the resort's robes. He darted over to his room and returned to hers -- luggage in tow. With the exception of business, Tonya managed to disregard most of their itinerary, choosing instead to spend most of her time making Charlie squirm.