“FUCK! I have to see her.” Mace grew some balls and looked about him first for safety, then sprinted to the stairwell. Creeping cautiously up the stairs until he could hear them talking, he stopped out of fear of being busted, a constant scan about for possible other tenants. He was shaking from adrenalin spikes.
“This is so exciting Roman. What else do you have planned for your little slut?” She seductively teased her lover, licking his nose playfully as he sat her on a Kingsize bed.
“You said blindfold and wanting to be tied up. I brought plenty of rope.”
“Mmm! Fuck me with the door open Roman. Let anyone passing by see us.”
“Good thing I’m not afraid of my own skin.” That was a lie, but he tried to man up. “I’m curious though, you want to be seen, but you don’t want to see them?”
“I want to hear their comments, knowing I can’t see who they are. I might even forego hearing and just thrive on touch. It just turns me on to envision someone lusting over me without making eye contact, or even hearing their voice. It’s their touch, their breathing, their forcefulness and strength. That’s what I want to relish in.”
“Handsome stranger even if he might not be handsome?”
“Exactly. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to face the unknown and never know the truth. Help me live that fantasy Roman.”
“No problem. Well, only one problem. What if nobody walks by? Not many cars out there.”
“We should have gone to a busier hotel. Too late now, we just cross our fingers. Let’s at least practice for next time.”
“Now that I can do.” He chuckles and procures his duffle bag, unzipping it to toss a wound stretch of thin rope on the bed. “You’re in luck I actually brought my earbuds. These babies don’t tune out everything, but they sure do minimalize what’s around you. Here, try them while I unwrap the rope.”
Taking the earplugs from him she tried them on. Fitting tightly in her ear canals they decreased about 80% of what she could normally hear. As Roman talked to her his words were almost muffled whispers. If someone were to speak lower, she might not hear them at all. Even in telling him about her thoughts on the plugs she laughed feeling strange at her low speech volume. Keeping them in she crawled to her knees and looked into his duffle finding the blindfold. Giggling she put it on and between total darkness and distant pitches in Roman’s words she became giddy.
“Yes! This is what I’m talking about. I feel like my brain is in a void floating about. No sight, no sound. It’s peaceful.”
While distracted by this and her telling him she couldn’t see a thing Mace chose to risk moving closer, hugging the wall and exploring the other rooms mostly vacant around him. Only one had lights on behind curtains four doors away. Creeping to the opened doorway he watched Roman begin tying her wrists with his back to the door. Laying her backward he connected the other ends of the short ropes to bedposts until her arms were outstretched wide. Scooting back, he then went to work on restraining her ankles. Once incapacitated Roman patted her thigh, “Be back in a second, I gotta drain the radiator.” As if she heard him. Void, remember?
Stepping into the restroom Roman shut the door, he was just used to doing that at home. Left alone Josie talked to herself, “Please let a stranger come by. God, I’m so horny I can’t stand it. I need a big dick so bad I can taste it.” She then giggled, “Not that your dick is small Roman. You know I love that charmer.”
He heard her just fine, she however could not hear him when he replied, “No put downs or I’ll just go sit in my truck and leave you trussed up.” This evening was just getting started. Smirking as he heard Roman’s loud pissing into the toilet Mace got bold and tiptoed into the room taking out his cellphone to snap a picture of Josie spread eagle. She had no clue of his closeness. He even took a selfie leaning between her legs with his tongue near her pussy. She felt the weight on the mattress and presumed it was Roman. Unable to help himself he crept lower and put the tip of his tongue right on her clit and took a picture.
“Ooo! Somebody likes my clit.” She told Roman, so she thought.
Hearing Roman’s urination current in its final trickles Mace hopped up heading for the door and the safety of the staircase. He heard her say, “That was fast. Bring that tongue back here.” Roman having heard her say that more loudly opened the door and chuckled, “Miss ole’ Mister Waggy, do you?” Again, he presumed she was referring to him from outside on his truck hood. Ignoring her he washed his hands and dried them.
Returning to the bed Roman set out eating her pussy and fingering her in rapid fashion. It didn’t take long to have Josie screaming, pussy juices sloshing all around his knuckles. While listening to her from the staircase Mace grit his teeth. Not only at her window shaking performance but at a certain ringing in his hand. He had forgotten to turn his cell ringer down. Stupid on his part there was no way that at least Roman hadn’t heard it. Not wanting to run away Mace adapted and let it continue ringing. Looking at the number it was his Aunt Piper.
Roman perking up at the third ring got up and cautiously went to the doorway hiding his junk to look outside. Mace acted as if he were just coming upstairs and declined her call sending it to voicemail. Feigning actually answering it he went into action.
“Yeah? Oh, hey Joe. Yeah, I just got into town and checked in about an hour ago. Seedy beady hotel called Lovett Inn. Went for supper and now I’m going to go snooze before I have to go visit my grandma in the morning. Naaaa! Place looks boring as hell, hardly anybody staying here even. I could probably run around the building naked, and nobody would know. Only thing I’ve heard is some bitch screaming. Pretty sure she was getting nailed pretty hard. Lucky guy.” He chuckled, “Man I could use some action myself. Not sure if there’s any strip clubs nearby, I’ll google it if I get too bored.” Cashanova eight blocks away, he knew that. Starting up the stairs he looks up to see Roman leaning around the door’s threshold curiously. “Hey, let me call you back Bro.” Mace winced as if being spied on. Hearing Josie yell out, “Roman? Where did you go?” Mace paused and nodded at Roman.
“Hey kid.” Roman studied him.
“Sup?”
“Overheard you saying you were looking for some action.”
“Whoa, dude! So not gay.”
“Fuck you! Neither am I. Hear that gal calling my name out?”
“Yeah?” Mace was dead on in his acting.
“Wanna see her naked?”
“I Dunno. Is she hot?” He laughed.
“You tell me.” Roman coaxed him in with a wave toward the doorway, “Don’t get all edgy Kid, I’m not going to hurt you.” Boy, it was a good thing Mace and Roman hadn’t crossed paths at the Horton-Dexter/ Marquette football game last Friday night. This whole thing would have been impossible if they had.
“I’m not a kid, Pops.” Close enough at 19. Still Mace hugged the metal railing until he could look inside to see Josie still asking where Roman went. Keeping his voice lowered Mace acted shocked, “Damn Pops! Your girl has a smoking hot bod.”