Summer Voodoo

Staring into his eyes, Summer spoke in a voice unfamiliar; deeply haunting, it sounded distant, empyreal, like something from a dream. It was the voice of an angel that said, "Shhhhh. As we walk back to the hotel, I want your beautiful cum dripping from my pussy and all down my thighs. We'll walk forever, taking our time, holding and loving each other. I want to feel you with every step, and when we finally go through the lobby I want to see it in the mirrors, shining on my legs. I want you to take me to our room, where you will strip me naked, then you'll carry me to our bed and gently lay me down. I will hold out my arms, and spread my legs; I will give myself to you, and you will know that I love you. When the morning light comes, you will know who I am, and you will know what I am...."

~ ~ ~

The morning light finally did come, finding its way into John's consciousness a little past eleven.

Blinking, he opened his eyes, and was forever after glad that he did. The first thing he saw was Summer's beautiful face, only a breath away.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she smiled, gently caressing his cheek.

"I was the one who was supposed to do that," he said, returning her smile.

"Do what?" she asked, painting his lips with her fingertips.

"Watch you while you sleep."

"Darling, you would've needed to have woken very early to have done that. I've been awake since eight, and other than one errand I had to run I've been in bed with you all morning, just watching my beautiful man sleep."

"An errand? You've already gone out this morning?"

"Uh-huh," she answered, smiling serenely.

"Well, then, good morning to you too."

Reaching between Summer's bare breasts to touch her 'voodoo necklace,' as he'd taken to thinking of it, he noticed that it was glowing a luminous crimson against her golden skin; it wasn't merely reflecting light, as it had been before. It was now possessed of its own shimmering radiance, as if illuminated from within. Holding the mysteriously beautiful thing up to the filtered sunbeams dappling their room, he closely examined it.

"An angel of light..." he finally said again, staring at her in awed reverence.

"Of love. Shhhhh," she whispered.

Pressing his face to her heart, John kissed her chest. As she held him to her breast, he closed his eyes and recalled the countless perfect moments they'd shared. He reached up to touch her face, and that's when he saw it; suddenly sparking, Summer's eyes had cast a dazzling light, drawing his gaze downward.

"I love you, John Harris. I will love you forever," she whispered, watching as he gazed in astonishment at his left hand.

"Summer..." he whispered in return.

"I have its mate," she said, offering him her wrist.

"But...when...how?" he stammered, mesmerized by the golden wedding band on his ring finger, as well as the matching golden bracelet adorning her slender wrist. The detailing of the inscriptions was so intricate, so delicate, so completely foreign to him that he wasn't certain he was looking upon something entirely of this world.

Smiling softly, she kissed his hand before nuzzling it with her lips. "This is my promise to you. Your ring will always keep me with you, and I've taken you into this bracelet, which will never leave my body. When we make love, now and forever, it is as husband and wife."

"Summer...you did it...you really meant it..." he whispered, his heart soaring.

She nodded devoutly, her eyes shining like diamonds, and they fell into each other's arms.

~ ~ ~

Lying beside Summer in the early afternoon, John studied his ring and her bracelet; noticing that they each shared the same otherworldly workmanship and unfathomable script, he simply didn't know what to make of them.

With the blessing of their lovemaking still upon him, he gazed into her beautiful eyes.

"I love you, John," she whispered, touching his lips.

"But what--" he started to ask.

"Shhhh. Just know that I will always be with you," she smiled, caressing his face. "This love will never end."

There was a knock at their door.

John reluctantly hopped up and threw on some shorts to answer the door, where he was met by a lady stooping over a serving cart loaded with warm muffins, a large carafe of freshly squeezed orange juice, a pot of coffee, and a few mugs and glasses.

"Continental breakfast, compliments of the hotel..." the lady said, pushing the cart into the room. She wore a white baseball cap bearing the hotel's logo, so her face was shadowed.

Despite her saying it was a complimentary breakfast, John went to get her a tip.

"No tip necessary," the lady said quietly, but John insisted.

"No tip necessary," she repeated, whispering it as she poured cups of coffee and orange juice.

"Baby, don't argue with her. Maybe it's hotel policy. Here, come back to bed and have some juice," Summer said, patting the coverlet.

John turned and sat on the bed.

"Will that be all?" the woman asked.

"Yes, thank you," smiled Summer.

As the gracious woman wheeled the cart back out the door, she finally looked up to say, "Thank you, pretty lady."

John's head shot up. As the woman was closing the door, he got a brief yet very clear look at her face.

It was Madame Charlotte.

John stared in shock at Summer, who continued to wear a serene smile.

"Summer! That's her!" he shouted, jumping from the bed to run to the door.

Throwing it open, he expected Madame Charlotte to be there, no more than one or two steps away...

...but the hallway was empty.

Bewildered, he ran up and down the stairs, which were only a few doors from their room. Nothing. There was no one there.

He ran back down the corridor, to the alcove with the ice and vending machines. Still nothing.

He silently walked the hallway, listening at each door, of which there were only a few. Again...nothing.

She had completely vanished, as if into thin air.

Going back to their room, John called the front desk, and Summer listened in amusement to his half of the phone conversation...

"Hello, yes, this is room four-ten.... Thank you, but.... No, I just wanted to check something with you.... No, nothing's wrong.... Oh, not at all. The room is fine, and the service has been excellent.... No, nothing like that.... What I wanted to ask is whether you have a woman named Charlotte working here right now.... No, she's a server, and she just brought us our complimentary continental breakfast.... You don't have anyone named Charlotte who works here.... Yes, she just brought us breakfast. We didn't even order it.... Yes, I know it's well past noon.... No, I didn't know you stopped offering your complimentary breakfast a couple of hours ago.... Yeah, that makes sense.... Yes, she said it was your complimentary continental breakfast.... No, she was wearing a baseball cap with your logo on it.... Okay, we won't.... Thanks, we certainly will.... Yeah, I'll let you know."

Immediately upon hanging up the phone, he told Summer to put down her glass of juice.

"Summer, I don't know what's going on, but the people at the desk are saying we should call the police. They didn't send anyone up to serve us breakfast. They don't do that here, and their room servers would never wear baseball caps or visors. They also don't have anybody named Charlotte on their staff."

Summer continued to smile while nibbling on a banana-walnut muffin. "Honey, you should try one of these. They're really good," she said, smiling even more sweetly.

"Summer, didn't you hear me? They said we need to call the police!"

"To report what, exactly? Is it a crime to serve someone breakfast?"

Sitting up, she took a sip of coffee. "Mmmm, this is good too. Baby, come have some breakfast. The food is fine. You have a long day ahead of you, and unless I'm mistaken you're definitely going to need your strength. Remember, a certain gorgeous yet lonely businesswoman from Boston is counting on you to show her a good time tonight."

When they were done with breakfast, John set the dishes outside the room. Returning to bed, he found that he had missed one coffee cup on the nightstand, so he grabbed it and went to add it to the dishes he'd left outside the door.

Although it had only been fifteen seconds, and despite the fact that there was no one in the hallway, nor had anyone made a sound outside their door, the dishes were already gone.

'What the fuck?!' he thought, thoroughly frustrated.

Again returning to the bed, he heard Summer starting the shower. When he joined her beneath the warm spray, he described what'd happened with the dishes. With a cute giggle she hugged him and told him to forget about such silly things. After a little feminine persuasion, he gave in; refocusing on her, he took great delight in the simple joy of soaping and fondling her full, firm breasts, which seemed even larger than usual to him.

"Summer, what's your bra size?" he asked, hefting her heavy mounds back and forth.

"I hardly ever wear one, but I'm usually a thirty-four D. Depending on the bra, sometimes I'll go with a large C, or even a double-D. Why do you ask?"

Hefting her breasts again, he showed them to her. "Don't they seem quite a bit larger now? Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me, but I swear they've gotten even bigger than they were in Mexico."

"Uh-huh, I noticed that also, the last time we took a shower together. I'm not bloated or anything either, and I already had my period, so I'm definitely not pregnant. Come to think of it, your dick seems extra big now, too. I mean, god, you've always been really big anyway, but now it's like, mmmm, damn, baby!"

Giving him a sexy smile as she took his cock in her hand, she stroked it and tugged on it, playfully stretching it to where it looked freakishly long. "Don't you see, darling? It's this place. It's magic."

"Magic, huh? As in maybe it's something 'magic' that the voodoo lady put in our food," he said, smiling uncertainly.

"Yes, magic. Do you have any other explanation?" she giggled. "Besides, you're certainly not hearing any complaints from me about your dick being so huge. I absolutely love it. Are you complaining about these being bigger?"

Making a pouty face, she cupped her soapy breasts.

"Nope, no complaints here..." he said, grinning as she went to her knees to slide his cock between her tits.

"It looks to me like they were made for each other, my breasts and your big cock," she said, again smiling sweetly, and with a deep moan of satisfaction she took him into her mouth; thoroughly indulging herself, she hungrily sucked his incredible dick while enjoying a slow, luxurious titty fuck.

Once she'd gorged on his majestic erection to her heart's content, she stood and turned to face away from him. Placing her hands shoulder-width apart on the shower wall, she bent at the waist and stretched up onto the balls of her feet, presenting her ass in full. Arching her back, she spread her legs. "It's not just my breasts and mouth, either," she purred, smiling over her shoulder. "Your big, gorgeous cock fits perfectly inside me everywhere...."

~ ~ ~

"Wow! Now I'm really not joking. Your husband truly is an idiot," said a grinning John, standing in the doorway of Christina's hotel room.

"You look absolutely stunning," added Summer. Taking her by the hand, she guided the shy brunette through a full pirouette.

Christina blushed nine shades from Sunday. "Thank you, both of you," she said, her nervous smile accompanied by a sweet, beautiful giggle. "Let's be real, though. Compared to how utterly devastating Summer looks in that slinky little thing, people will think I'm only tagging along as her chaperone."

"Now you're just being silly," beamed Summer. "Christina, look at you. You're going to have to fight off all the men tonight, and probably half the women too."

Wearing her silver sheath with the completely bare back, Summer shot John a concerned look that said,"I told you this wasn't the right 'safe' dress for me to wear tonight!"

John's eyes hadn't been playing tricks on him. Summer's breasts really were in full bloom, and they looked absolutely spectacular in her wispy little slip. Accentuated by her taller silver heels, her smooth, bare legs and perfect ass were simply mind-boggling, while her naked back was almost criminally inviting. The sexy stilettos not only lengthened her legs and raised her ass, they also arched her back and made her breasts stand out even more.

There was also the constant brushing of silk over her nipples, teasing them into permanently erect beacons. Wearing that dress with those heels, Summer merely had to move through a room and the captivated stares would immediately lock onto her gorgeously prominent opening salvos.

Her entire body was on vivid display, menacingly taut, coiled...feral. Summer was on fire, and she looked every inch of it.

Christina had gone for more of a classic brunette bombshell look, with her long jet black hair trailing down to bare white shoulders. Spaghetti straps held her iconic 'little black dress' in place; it was a light, stretchy cotton fabric, very soft to the touch, and since it was also skintight it enticingly revealed every lithe contour of her elegantly sexy body.

The top of the dress featured a wide opening directly over her ample cleavage, exposing the inner halves of each supple globe. Christina was clearly braless, her alabaster breasts showing in stark contrast against the dramatic black.

She had a full, prominent ass, with a delicious flare to her hips. Perched atop classic black stiletto heels, her seemingly endless legs were further complemented by sheer black hose.

Whereas Summer was all hips, tits, and dangerous curves everywhere, Christina was a more slender woman.

Summer ooh'd and aah'd over Christina's outfit, playfully tugging at the mid-thigh length hem while asking, "Pantyhose, or thigh-highs?"

Smiling mischievously, Christina inched her dress up bit by bit, until the lace bands at the tops of her thigh-high stockings were revealed.

Taking it all in, John gulped at her sexy display. The seductive brunette returned his unspoken compliment with a flirty sparkle in her smiling eyes.

Summer, on the other hand, had no reservations about telling Christina exactly what she thought. "God, girl, you are gorgeous...just ravishingly gorgeous. If anybody gets to see your legs like that tonight...wow," she grinned, gently running her fingertips along the top band of the stockings.

When Christina felt Summer's electric touch move beyond the lacy border to the bare skin of her upper thigh, she visibly shivered.

"Beautiful..." Summer smiled, staring into her eyes.

Christina was so taken by the moment that she didn't realize she was holding her dress up nearly to her panties, which, as it happened, were resting demurely in her dresser drawer.

Although Summer and John weren't aware that she was totally nude beneath her short dress, she was already wildly turned on by the mere thought of it. She hadn't gone bare for a night out since before she was married, and felt a delicious thrill knowing that both she and Summer would have absolutely nothing protecting them against any ambitiously roaming hands.

Oh, yes, she definitely knew that Summer had also chosen to go without panties that evening; her slinky sheath left no doubt. Besides the obvious lack of even a g-string impression interrupting the smooth, flowing lines of her perfect hips and ass, she could easily see Summer's golden skin and deep divide simply by glancing down the back of her dress.

She imagined how they would look dancing together, and how it would feel to hold Summer in her arms on the dance floor...caressing the amazing girl's sleek, silky back...sliding her hands inside that enticing silver slip...cupping and squeezing those warm, lush curves. In her mind's eye she was holding Summer's bare ass in her hands, then she envisioned John wrapping his arms around her from behind...pressing his hips against her dancing bottom...hotly whispering "Christina" in her ear while lifting her sexy black dress and driving his incredible cock deep into...

'God,' she thought, suddenly realizing how wet she had become.

She returned to the present when she felt Summer's warm breath on her bare thigh, only inches from her pussy. Having knelt to get a closer view of the raven-haired beauty's sinfully decorated legs, Summer was looking up at her with a sweet smile while gently tugging her little black dress back down into place.

Christina couldn't tell for sure, but she suspected and even hoped that Summer had stolen a peek at her naked pussy before pulling her dress back down.

She also hoped that Summer liked what she saw.

Christina had shaved her pussy that evening, using as her inspiration the view she'd enjoyed of Summer's gorgeous sex on the plane. Summer's pussy was truly beautiful to her, and she wanted hers to look the same. Although her pubic hair was black while Summer's was auburn, she felt that their pouting labia were very similar in appearance, so her overall look could be similar too.

"Ladies, are we ready?" asked John, grinning as he offered each woman an arm.

"I'm not sure that I really am, but let's go find out," Christina smiled, hooking their arms together.

"Just have fun tonight. That's all you need to do," answered Summer, surprising and igniting Christina with a soft, sexy kiss on the lips before hooking her arm through John's other arm.

As they walked out together, Christina sassily kicked the door closed behind them; the sound of that door slamming shut felt like blessed release to her, as if a sad chapter of her life had formally come to an end. Strolling arm-in-arm down the hallway with her new friends, she felt freedom reaching out to her when the elevator doors opened with an inviting'ding' before she could even press the button.

When she caught the subtle blush of Summer's sweet scent, she felt a chill of excitement race up her spine.

"It looks like tonight can hardly wait another moment for us," Summer said, smiling as the elevator seemed to anticipate and welcome their arrival.

Standing together in the elevator, Summer glanced at Christina's reflection in the mirrored paneling.

Christina was staring at her, and slow smiles spread across their faces.

Reaching out to press the button for the lobby, John paused to quip, "Going down, ladies?"

"Definitely," Christina answered, giving Summer a smoky grin while sexily biting her lip.

Returning Christina's grin as John hit the button, the tip of Summer's tongue slipped between her shining white teeth.

Christina sighed anxiously. She was already dripping down her thighs.

~ ~ ~

"I found this place a couple of years ago while attending a business seminar," said Christina. "I liked it a lot, and thought this would be a good way to ease into our night out together. It's quiet, it's very sexy, and as long as you don't mind things a bit on the spicy side the food is really good. They also have music and dancing here, although nothing too rowdy and crazy."

"The plan being to save rowdy and crazy for later?" quipped a smiling Summer, hooking arms again with Christina.

"Something like that, as long as my nerve holds up. Summer, I have to tell you, I'm really nervous."

"No reason to be," John replied, gently caressing their bare backs. "You're with friends here, and all we want is for you to have fun tonight."

"Yes, John, and that's why I'm nervous. I was on the plane with you, remember? I've seen Summer's idea of fun," she answered, giving him a knowing smirk.

Summer leaned over to purr a sexy whisper in her ear. "You didn't just see it, you touched it, too, and you were about to taste it."

A shudder went through Christina, then her knees nearly buckled when Summer gave her earlobe a playful nip.