Nicole's Penance Pt. 02

Nicole kissed him hard, "I'm almost there, Babe. Make me cum, then cum in my mouth."

Steve gave it his best and just barely managed to give Nicole another orgasm before suddenly pulling out and thrusting his cock into her mouth. Nicole was still in the throes of her orgasm and barely managed not to choke on his cum. Finally milked dry, Steve flopped onto the bed next to her. They snuggled close and exchanged kisses in the afterglow.

The newest members of the Mile High Club got dressed and left the cabin. After a short visit to the bathroom, Nicole sat down next to Steve. The attendant came back with fresh drinks and a smirk on her face. She looked at Nicole, "Are the accommodations to your liking?"

Nicole grinned at her, "Come here sweetheart."

The attendant moved next to Nicole. Nicole stood, and before the attendant could react, pulled her into a deep kiss. The attendant could taste the cum that had so recently shot into Nicole's mouth as their kiss began to deepen and the attendant was seconds away from losing control. When Nicole finally released her, the attendant was looking a bit glassy eyed. Nicole kissed the tip of her nose, "The accommodations were wonderful."

The flight was nearly over and Nicole paid one last visit to the restroom. She used the complimentary toothbrush and freshened up her makeup. She sat down next to Steve just as the seatbelt light came on. They landed without incident and were soon in a limo rolling down the highway toward their resort destination.

Nicole was astounded at how plush the resort was. The front desk clerk handed them their key cards and the couple headed for the elevator. They were on different floors and Steve hurriedly told her to meet him at 2:00 pm for their afternoon meeting. He also told her where the conference room was. He stepped off the elevator and left Nicole with two hours to spend on her own.

She opened the door to her room and was again astounded. Her room was a plush suite with a prominent king-sized bed, a large living area, and a bathroom that made her almost drool at its extravagance. It contained a huge glass walled shower and a jacuzzi tub that she couldn't wait to try out.

She set off to find out what they had provided her in clothes and was astounded for the third time. The closet was nearly overflowing. There were business suits, casual dresses, and racy evening dresses. There were even designer jeans, along with matching super sexy tops. Sitting at the bottom of the closet was an extensive collection of shoes covering a range of needs from business to slut. Three new high end overseas suitcases sat empty, stacked in the back of the closet. Two empty garment bags hung from the end of the closet rail.

During her exploration of the drawers, she discovered wonderfully sexy undergarments and more sexy nightwear than she could ever possibly wear in one week. There were at least twenty pairs of pullup style hose. She counted ten bikinis comprising all the various levels of sexy. The nightstand held two tubes of lube, condoms, and a small selection of vibrators.

The dressing table held all of her preferred cosmetics along with perfumes that she had often wanted but would never spend that much money on. She grabbed the hotel stationary and sat down to do some figuring. When she was done, her best guess at the cost of treasures in her room was twenty thousand dollars! She was floored. She also thought that she should start packing now if she was ever going to get done by the time she left.

She took a relaxing soak in the jacuzzi tub and dressed in a flattering business suit when the time came for the meeting. Steve met her at the door to the conference room, "You are going to meet Denver Bailey when he arrives in a few minutes. The contract with Denver is the most critical piece of business we have this week. He lost his wife in a tragic accident a year ago and since then has lost his passion for his business. We need to reinvigorate his interest and pin down our contract with him. Honestly, I don't have a lot of hope that this will work out. I'm afraid the man has given up on life.

"I want this contract for two reasons. First, I consider Denver a friend and I want him to be happy again. Second, this contract would be a huge boost for both companies. Watch him closely during the meeting. I will appreciate your insights into how to bring him back to life.

"As soon as the meeting ends, I will be leaving for an offsite meeting with some of my sales reps and won't be available until tomorrow morning. You can call me at any time, day or night and I insist that you do if you feel like something is wrong. Don't hesitate, if it doesn't feel right, call. We will meet in this room all week. Tomorrow's meeting starts at 10:00 am."

They went into the meeting room and waited for Denver. He arrived ten minutes late and didn't look like he much cared if he was there or not. He was a short man but carried himself with a bearing that belied his height. He was good looking and had piercing blue eyes. He was pleasant enough during the introductions, although when he was introduced to Nicole he froze for a moment. He blushed deeply and stuttered his way through his part of the introduction.

The meeting went about as Steve expected. Denver was mildly interested in the details and readily admitted that the offer was a good fit for both companies. He hesitated to agree to signing the contract and promised to let Steve know by the next morning. He would have his legal staff look over the contract that night.

Denver sat in his chair in a funk staring off into space as Steve left the meeting. Nicole stayed in the room and sat down quietly next to Denver, "I don't mean to intrude. Please tell me if I do. I understand you have suffered a great loss. Would you like to talk to me about your wife?"

Denver was hesitant at first. He hadn't talked to anyone about her since she had passed away. He missed her so very much and his life seemed lost without her. He found himself opening up to the beautiful and kind woman sitting next to him.

Nicole listened patiently and with sympathy. When he had talked as much as it looked like he was going to Nicole had made her decision, "Denver, would you be so kind as to take me to dinner? I'm alone here as well and I could use the company."

He looked at her sternly, "Did Steve put you up to that? Is dinner some play on my emotions so you can get that contract."

Nicole had fire in her eyes, "Mr. Bailey! I'm struggling very hard not to be offended by what you just said. For the record, I have not been asked, coerced, or otherwise made to influence you. Steve has no idea I asked you to dinner and he won't be back until tomorrow. I made an honest offer for your company at dinner and nothing else. If you aren't interested just say so!"

Denver realized he was being an ass, "I am deeply sorry. Sometimes I get so lost in my own head that I say hurtful things. If you are willing to accept my abject apology, I would be happy to escort you to dinner. Say, sixish? I can meet you at the main restaurant. I will make a reservation under Bailey."

Nicole took a minute. Not because she was pissed off, although she was, but because she wanted to see if he anticipated her answer. One look at his face told her all she needed to know. Denver was desperate to spend time with an attractive woman. He just didn't know how to articulate his need, "Of course. I will be there at six."

They parted ways and Nicole went to her room. It was early afternoon and she decided to call John in case dinner went long. She didn't want any interruptions when she was with Denver. His need brought out the mother instinct in her and she wanted to help him.

John answered his office phone on the first ring, "Hello sweetheart how are you?"

The next ten minutes were an uninterruptable spewing of words from Nicole's mouth. She told him about all she had found waiting for her when she got to her room. In infinite detail. John was zoning off when she got to Denver. He perked right up as she talked about the man and his sadness. John knew his wife well. He knew that she felt an obligation to help the man. He didn't have a problem with that. In fact, he knew his wife could be the one person that brought Denver back to life, "Honey, you do whatever you think best to help the man. He could use the attention of someone as beautiful and understanding as you are. Just promise me you will be careful. Keep your phone close by. I doubt that he will do anything to hurt you, but it is best to err on the safe side."

Nicole agreed readily and soon after that they ran out of new and exciting stuff to talk about. They said their goodbyes and Nicole turned her attention to the plethora of bikinis in the dresser. She soon found one she liked, changed into it along with the matching coverup, and made her way down to the pool.

When she arrived, she stood for the longest time just taking it in. The pool was immense. It wasn't the standard rectangle or L-shape. It meandered through many curves that were dotted with waterfalls and the secluded alcoves hidden behind them. It was without a doubt the sexiest swimming pool she had ever seen. Her imagination ran wild thinking about a strong studly man taking her by force under one of those waterfalls.

She shook her thoughts free and found a lounge that gave her an impressive view of the pool. Her dark sunglasses did little to give away where her eyes were looking. Over the next three hours she watched the sexual interplay between man and woman, sometimes woman and woman, and occasionally man and man. She watched, speculated, and gradually got more aroused. The readily available drinks just added to that.

On any other day, in this environment, she would have tried to hook up with one couple or another. On this day she felt rather pensive. She didn't want to have raw sex with strangers. Denver had touched her more than she cared to admit. She wanted to help him. She wanted to show him that life was worth living and that he could go on after losing his wife. She only hoped that she was up for the challenge.

Deciding that she had enough sun and alcohol, she didn't want to be suffering when she went to dinner, she left the pool area and went to her suite. Once there, she set the alarm clock and settled into a nap.

She crawled her way groggily out of sleep as the alarm seemed to get shriller and shriller. Where the fuck is that shut off button? When she finally found it, a sense of relief far out of proportion to the issue swept over her.

She dressed in the sexiest underwear she could find, and considering her options, it was amazingly sexy. She chose a dress that combined sex with subtle. It was low cut both front and back yet had an elegance to it that screamed classy. Nicole laughed to herself when she considered how much the dress must have cost. For that price, you should be able to have the dress do stuff for you like wash dishes or laundry. She wanted him to appreciate her charms, without her having to blatantly say, "Come fuck me." This was all about him and accepting his grief. Throwing her sexual nature out there at the beginning would make him uncomfortable and might end the night early.

It wasn't like she was looking for someone to screw. Far from it. She was looking to help this grief-stricken man and was willing to have sex with him if it helped. If it wasn't meant to be, she was fine with that, the main thing was to help Denver. She figured that the odds were that she would be sleeping alone on that Monday night. Her sexual side couldn't help but think that since he was short, his cock probably was too. She slapped herself internally for even thinking that.

Five minutes before six she grabbed her clutch purse, double checked that her room key was in it, and left her room for dinner. She arrived at the entrance right at six and after checking in was escorted to a table for two in a quiet corner. She ordered a glass of white wine when the waiter paused at her table and sat sipping while trying to think about anything except Denver.

Denver arrived fifteen minutes late and exactly thirty seconds before Nicole was going to order dinner without him. She almost laughed as he looked at first, surprised to see her. Then she could see the embarrassment as his face turned red, followed shortly thereafter by a sincerely apologetic look. 'Oh my God. I'm totally smitten with this guy.' She couldn't help but think as he found his seat.

Denver had settled on apologetic for his look, "I'm very sorry that I'm late. I was on a business call and lost track of time. It was very rude of me, and I understand if you don't want to continue."

Nicole laughed and put her hand on his, "No way buster. You're not getting out of this that easy. You have to stay here while I make you even more uncomfortable."

Denver answered with a grin that just devastated Nicole. It was so charming and so full of humor that it sent a shock through her groin. The grin also told her that he was a mischievous guy. There were depths to this man that she hadn't considered, and she couldn't wait to explore them.

They ordered drinks and talked about their interests, what they found funny, and offered each other examples of the funny stuff they had seen in their lives. They were laughing loudly when the waiter interrupted to get their food order. By that time, they had been talking for well over an hour.

Denver asked her about John, and she readily talked about him. She told him of her love for her husband and how they had recently discovered that they enjoyed having sex with people outside their marriage. She told him that they had no secrets and that John had encouraged her to spend time with him. She could see the relief on Denver's face. He had obviously been worried about her going behind her husband's back. 'Holy shit, he's honorable too!'

Their meal was excellent, although it was getting cold due to the frequent interruptions while they talked. The free-flowing wine kept the conversation moving. By the time they had finished their meal the laughs had seemed to wear off for Denver, and he was getting a bit maudlin. Nicole decided that he needed to talk it out, but this wasn't the place, "Denver?"

He looked up at her with his sad eyes, "Yes?"

"Let's go up to my suite and talk. I want you to tell me all about your wife, but I don't think this is the place. Will you come with me? Will you trust me?"

When Nicole waved her arm at the waiter it didn't take him long to react. He was more than glad to free up the table for the next couple. He could have run three couples through here by now and he feared that his tips would be horrible for the night. He needn't have to worried. When Denver signed the bill, he left the best tip that the waiter had ever received, by far. He wasn't about to tell anyone because first, they wouldn't believe him anyway and second, because they would try to bum money from him if they did believe him.

The couple arrived at Nicole's suite. Denver was impressed with her accommodations and assumed that she was far higher in the company than he had thought. Along with being the sexiest woman he had ever been close to; she was one very smart woman. His assumption of her place in the company was off base, but his conclusion was right on the money.

She had him sit on the couch while she served him a glass of wine. She poured her own and sat down beside him. For the next hour she encouraged him to talk about his beloved wife. She especially wanted him to focus on the qualities he loved the most about her. Then, she focused on the humorous side of their relationship. She knew she couldn't make the sad times less sad, but what she could do is help him focus on the happy times. The times when their love bloomed, and they were the world to each other.

Eventually it all got the best of him. She held him close as he cried, and the tears ran freely down her own face. Eventually the tears dried and they looked at each other. Neither made the decision to do it, but their lips met regardless. They kissed romantically for the longest time, then things changed. Denver began to kiss her with need. His kiss told her that he wanted her in this moment more than anything in this world. He just didn't know how to ask.

Nicole reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. He hesitated and his lips left hers. She looked into his eyes, "It's going to be all right. I want you. Please tell me you want me too."

Denver was torn by guilt until the truth finally hit him that his wife was gone, had been gone for more than a year. Would she want him to be alone forever more, or would she want him to live? He knew that she would want him to live and what better way to live than in the arms of a goddess?

Nicole was very pleasantly shocked when Denver's look changed from guilty resistance to lust for her. His next kiss was one of the most arousing that Nicole had ever experienced. His lips and tongue teased and aroused her until she was nearly gasping for breath when their lips parted. She soon discovered that grief does not equal lack of skill. Denver made her body dance as he slowly stripped her and worshipped her body with his mouth, tongue, and hands.

His hand found her center and he began to caress and tease. He was still fully dressed when he brought her to an amazing orgasm with his hand. She had to shove him away before she lost all control, "I need you naked right now mister!"

She set out to help him by unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He dropped his trousers to the floor and Nicole squatted down to remove his shoes and socks. She looked up at him as she reached for his briefs. She hadn't bothered to look at his bulge. She didn't care if he was small, she just wanted him. When she pulled down his briefs, a very long and thick cock fell out and smacked her in the face.

She couldn't help it, she giggled, "Wow, I wasn't expecting that!"

She immediately engulfed what she could of his cock with her mouth. She blew him tenderly and with much affection. She wasn't trying to get him to cum. She was building his arousal and paying homage to his wonderful cock. Denver was entranced. No one had ever sucked his cock this way. He could have dwelled in the sensation forever, but he had other plans.

Denver pulled her to her feet and walked her to the bed. They climbed on together and he immediately moved between her legs. At first Nicole was a bit disappointed. She had hoped for a little more foreplay before they got down to business. She needn't have worried. Denver kissed her deeply, then began to worship her body. The minutes passed and by the time his tongue first caressed her aching pussy she was on fire with desire.

Denver just knew. He knew when to be delicate and he knew when to be forceful with his tongue. Nicole orgasmed explosively on his face. As soon as she got some control, she pulled him frantically up her body and kissed him as passionately as she could. When they came up for air she looked into his eyes with desperate want, "Please! I need you in me!"

Denver looked down her body as he slid his cock up and down her labia. He rubbed the head on her clit, then back down her labia. Nicole was ready to scream by the time she felt the head of his cock at her opening. He penetrated her with tenderness, allowing her body to adjust to him. He was as deep in her as he could go and still had cock left when he stopped his gentle thrusting.

Nicole felt a wonderful fullness. Denver's cock seemed like it was made just for her. Then, he began to move and her world changed. Denver was a master at fucking. He knew when to be slow and easy and when to be fast and hard. It was as if he read her mind and gave her exactly what she needed. He brought her to the pinnacle and eased her back down over and over until they orgasmed together so wonderfully that both were speechless for some time.