Surrender Ch. 01

I can't believe I'm doing this. Adrenaline is pumping through my body, propelling me forward and making my heart race as I approach the bar. He offered to meet up at a restaurant but I was honest and told him that I would probably be nauseous meeting up with him. He was completely understanding.

I open the heavy, large door of the bar and am greeted with a cacophony of noise and jovial conversation mixed in with laughter. I am immediately overwhelmed and fight the urge to turn right around and walk out, running away from an introvert's worst nightmare.

But then I see him toward the back, patiently waiting for me. I know that life isn't like the movies. Movies are mere fiction, meant to subdue us into a stupid lull. The nervousness and irrational fear that I feel dissipates as I see the taut, expectant expression on his clean shaven face. He doesn't look up as I slowly make my way toward him, quietly and discreetly. First impressions are everything, right? I silently pray that my hair is still sleek and straight and that my make up didn't get ruined by the fierce autumn wind outside. There's no turning back now.

"Hey," I say breathlessly.

He finally looks up at me. His eyes widen as his gaze hovers over my face. He sets the phone down and smiles at me, making my stomach flutter and my knees shaky.

"Hey," he says with a deep, rich voice. "I'm sorry there are so many people. Would you like to go somewhere more quiet?"

I can't stop staring at him. It feels like I'm floating, like I'm not really present. Why did such a beautiful person read my online ad and agree to meet up with me? He could have someone more beautiful, more accomplished and less neurotic than me. I wonder if he will mention the ad right away. I can't believe a girl like you made that sort of ad. Will he be fatherly? He is, after all, in his forties. Not that it bothers me. I actually prefer that he's older. That means he'll last longer...hopefully.

I am suddenly self-conscious as I nervously smile and sit down on the chair opposite him.

"No, it's okay. I just need a glass of wine and I'll be okay."

His smile grows. "I'll get that for you. Red or white? Any particular kind?"

"You don't have to." I laugh nervously. "I like merlot, personally."

Before I can even protest, he's standing up and heading toward the bar. I take the opportunity to stare at him some more. He's wearing a grey suit like he promised, with a purple tie. He looks impeccable, sexy, and delicious. Lust tickles my lower belly, spreading down to the arousal pooling between my legs. I wonder if he feels disappointment over my appearance. I did make it clear that I'm not skinny; I'm curvy and soft. He reassures me that he prefers women with curves. Clearly, he wasn't lying because when he returns with my wine, he watches with rapt attention as I slowly sip from the glass.

"Thank you," I say once I set the glass down. "You shouldn't have."

"It's the least I can do." He clears his throat. "So...I have to say. I'm surprised a beautiful young woman like yourself agreed to meet up with an old geezer like me."

I take a quick sip of the rich, velvety wine before I say, "Well, I did say I prefer someone older than me. The older, the better."

He chuckles. "Okay. I just wanted to make sure that it's okay. Also, if you change your mind at any time, just tell me and we stop, okay?"

I gulp. "Okay."

"You seem nervous."

I shift on my seat. "I'm always like this at first. Then I get comfortable and open up."

His concerned expression slowly morphs into a smile. "Okay. Whenever you want to get going, let me know."

"Can we go now?"

I want to be alone with him already. I have the feeling that I'll be a lot more talkative once we're in the hotel room. Thankfully, the hotel is right by the bar, so we only have to walk for a minute before I find myself alone with him in the elevator. Trying to shed the heavy skin of shyness, I get closer to him and lightly run a hand over his purple tie.

"You look so good," I say.

"Thank you," he says as he looks into my eyes. "So do you."

I feel myself blush but ignore it. "Thank you."

The room is a lot bigger than I expected. It's pretty spacious with a kitchen, even. But it's hard to take in the furnishing when all I can focus on is him. Maybe it's the wine seeping through my system, but I feel less inhibited as the door closes behind us and we are finally, blissfully, alone.

"Much better," I say as I sit on the bed. "I don't really like being around people."

"Me neither."

Is he saying that to just agree with me or does he really mean it? I'm not sure. All I know is that when he sits down next to me, I feel my lust swell inside like a balloon, making me highly aware of his magnetic aura. I place a hand on his knee and slowly trail it up his thigh.

"Am I still nervous?" I ask demurely.

He smirks. "I don't sense it anymore."

I eagerly watch his face as I say, "Did my listing turn you on?"

"Yes. A lot." He pauses. "Are you a writer?"

"Maybe."

"It was very well written. It wasn't trashy. It was...elegant, almost."

His words fill me with so much joy, I almost forget that I'm trying to seduce him. Thinking of the listing I made is getting me all hot and bothered. Did I really write that sexy, explicit scene?

You come into the room wearing an elegant suit that drapes your body like a second skin. I'm waiting patiently on the bed, silent and watchful as you approach me with a pair of hungry, avid eyes. My mouth is watering for you, craving your taste. My panties are soaked from the anticipation of wrapping my lips and tongue around your hard length. I will be your little whore; no one needs to know how you will use me.

I could have made it more explicit, but sometimes the imagination does a better job of conjuring images.

"Thank you so much," I say as I caress his smoothly shaved cheek. "That means a lot to me. Can I ravage you now?"

My words must take him by surprise because he shudders as he watches me slide off the mattress and kneel in front of him. He is silent as I slowly unbuckle his belt and zip down his fly. I catch his chest rise and fall as he inhales deeply. A smile grows on my face as I softly massage him through his boxers.

"Hm, you feel rather big," I say before I kiss him through his boxers. "You're keeping a secret from me?"

To my complete surprise, I see him blush. "I don't like to show off, really."

"Well, you should."

Sure enough, when I pull down his boxes, I can't seem to stop staring at it. If I had to guess his length, I'd say he's about eight inches, but it's his girth that impresses me.

"Damn," I say. "How am I supposed to swallow all of you?"

Lust pools in my panties as I feel him shiver. I gently kiss the head of his cock, and he moans in approval when I look up at him. I keep my gaze on him as I tentatively lick his shaft, loving the gasp that escapes his lips. When I swallow him halfway, he curses.

"You can pull my hair if you want," I say. "I think it's so hot."

I close my eyes and swallow his entire length, or as much as possible since he's pretty thick. He hisses as I gag on him and start choking around his cock.

"You are so dirty," he says in a shaky whisper. "I love it."

His words make me feel so good and I'd be purring if my mouth wasn't so busy. It feels so good to pleasure someone so attractive, especially in a suit. His pleasure is my own as I happily suck at his hardness. My clit is throbbing and I'm so wet, highly aroused by the slippery sounds my mouth is making around his cock.

"Good girl," he says. "Suck it good."

I moan around his cock, entranced by his sexy, dirty talk. He starts shifting on the mattress and grabs my hair to start fucking my mouth a little harder.

"It's taking everything in me to not come right now. You're so good."

"You can come if you want," I say. "Can I swallow it?"

"If you're a good girl, yes."

That seems to set of something within him because he growls as he pushes my head down, forcing me to choke on him. I moan around his cock in approval. When his thighs start trembling, I keep him in my throat until he shudders violently.

"I'm gonna come," he whispers urgently.

Excitement rushes through me as I hear him groan and feel his warm cum spurt down my throat. I didn't really have the chance to taste him since he's in my throat, but just hearing him gasping and feeling his warm, lovely fingers coursing through my hair is enough to quench my thirst.

"That was amazing," he says breathlessly. "Now it's your turn."

Alarm spreads through me like poison. I slowly pop him out of my mouth and smile before I kiss his wet shaft.

"I'm okay," I wanted to pleasure you, babe. I feel so good knowing I satisfied you."

He stares at me blankly. "But that isn't fair."

We stare at each other for one long, tenuous second. I can tell that he's being honest because he looks genuinely concerned and even a little saddened by my words. For a moment, I'm clueless as what to do since I've never dealt with this. He is the first man who has expressed interest in pleasuring me. My eyes start to sting but I quickly recover myself by flashing him a sexy grin and planting a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you for the great time," I say. "You're a total babe."

He doesn't say anything as I quietly leave the hotel room, knowing that I will never see him again.