Meeting James – Chapter 10.5

2017 true sex story: Meeting James – Chapter 10.5

by melanieatplay

True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Romance

“Just let me know if I begin to turn into some entitled bitch, okay?”

James seductively squeezed my thigh.

“If that were to happen you’d be the first to know because I’d put you over my knee.”

I couldn’t help but think how beautiful he made me feel. It seemed so easy to control my emotions for him when he was in California and we were apart. However, once we were back together, those romantic feelings came rushing back and it was so hard to keep myself emotionally under control.

The Town Car pulled up in front of Pitahayas Restaurante.

Set on the eastern shore of Cabo San Lucas above a white sand beach, Pitahayas could be only be described as majestic. The smell of the salt air and the sound of the waves gently crashing against the beach only added to the romantic ambiance. James exited the back of the Town Car, walked around to my door, helped me out of the back seat, and pulled me close to his side.

We were met almost instantly by a young, pretty Mexican girl who said something in Spanish. James answered her in Spanish and I had to admit I was a bit shocked because he had never spoken anything other than English to me since I’d known him. The hostess made a gesture to us to follow her and she led us to our table. While clutching James’s arm securely, I was able to take in some of the beautiful scenery.

We walked through a cobblestone pathway beset on both sides by small cacti and palm trees which were swaying in the gentle evening breeze. Two broad, overlapping, circular grass huts covered the main dining area of the restaurant, giving the restaurant an amazing, tropical vibe. A large tree in the center of the dining area decorated with small, white lights reminded me of Christmas and gave the room an intimate, romantic ambiance. Amazingly, there were no walls to separate the main dining area from the outside which gave the diners and unobstructed view of the white sand beach and ocean.

We followed the Maître `D through the central dining area and outside to an open deck built above the beach and ten yards from the coast.

In the midst of a beautiful Mexican sunset, we enjoyed our dinners and some light conversation. I ordered the black rice with blue crab that came with tomatillos, salsa alfredo, and mango. James chose pork belly tacos with sides of guacamole and a cream chili sauce.

The food was incredible and the romantic atmosphere only added to the sensual vibe between James and me. Amidst our perfect evening, there was a question that has been on my mind since we had arrived and I was reticent to ask him. However, he had been so open with me all day, and I decided to throw caution to the wind.

“I don’t want to ruin this perfect evening, but may I ask you something?”

“Of course you can.”

I took a deep breath.

“You told me earlier that we’d be spending a week here in Mexico. Typically, we only spend a weekend together, how are you able get away for so long this time?”

James took a big sip of wine and I could see the reservation etched noticeably on his face. He hated talking about his wife and children and it created a strange contradiction. It was almost as if he wanted to forget them entirely when we were together, even though I knew he loved them dearly.

“My wife grew up in Connecticut. For the last few summers, she’s taken the children back east for a month to see her family.”

“And you didn’t want to go with her?”

“It’s difficult to leave my restaurants for a month, but more importantly, I wanted to spend some time with you.”

I listened intently and took a sip of my wine and waited for him to continue.

“I’m planning on flying back in a couple of weeks to be with them, but to be honest, I’m not very enthused because of the… you know… in-laws thing.”

I couldn’t help but smile. I loved it when he opened up to me like this because it made me feel closer to him, more attached to him, and a more significant part of his life.

We were in such a romantic, intimate setting. Again, it was difficult not to let my mind wander to dangerous places. If I admitted the truth to myself, I wished that his children were mine, and as I looked into his crystal blue eyes while we ate, I couldn’t help but wonder what our children would look like.

The rest of the evening was incredible. We finished two bottles of wine while talking about his restaurants and the courses I would be taking when school resumed in the fall. He made me feel so comfortable and relaxed. Even though portions of the day were quite tumultuous, just being with him made me feel so content and at ease.

Once we finished our meal, I stood up and the wine hit me hard. I felt very unsteady on my feet and James came around to my side of the table to assist me. Thankfully, he took my arm which gave me some much-needed stability and helped me through the restaurant and out to our waiting town car.

After he assisted me into the backseat, he slid in beside me until our legs deliciously rubbed together and his hand gently rested on my thigh. I was very buzzed from all the wine we’d consumed and as each second passed, I was becoming aroused and caught up in the hedonistic moment. I reached over and began to rub the very noticeable bulge in the front of James’s trousers.

I could hear a lowing moan escape from his lips.

“And just what are you doing, Melanie?”

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” I cooed seductively.

A smile broke across his face.

“I didn’t say that.”

I could feel the Town Car begin to pull out of the parking lot as I carefully unzipped his fly and extracted his thick penis from the confines of his trousers. He let out a muffled moan when I moved my head into his lap and took his cock into my mouth. I felt his hands begin to lovingly stroke my hair as he quickly grew to full hardness in my mouth.

After a few seconds, I coated his member with my saliva and was smoothly bobbing my head up and down on his penis. Before long, James’s hips were gently thrusting upward which sent his cock deeper into my throat.

While I lovingly fellated him, I remembered back to the last time I had given him a blowjob in a car. We were on the freeway driving back from the Valley Automall after he purchased the Land Rover Discovery for me and I couldn’t help but thank him in my special way.

It still amazed me how far we’d come together in the short time that we had known each other. I couldn’t help but feel that he was growing me up. I had never been in such an intense, demanding relationship. James made the guys that I had previously been with seem like boys and compared to him, that’s what they were.

I could feel his hands move through my hair and then grip it tightly as he gently pushed my mouth up and down on his cock which brought me back to the now. His hips began to thrust upward again which made me think he might come in my mouth. However, I couldn’t be certain because his breathing was very shallow in an apparent attempt not to draw attention to what was going on in the backseat.

“We are almost to your hotel, Sir,” a voice said in broken English from the front seat.

I quickly expelled James’s cock from my mouth, sat up in the back seat, and wiped some of the errant saliva from my chin. I watched as James struggled to get his spittle covered erection back into his trousers. After I straightened myself up, the driver’s eye caught mine in the rearview mirror, and he gave me a knowing grin. I could feel my face burn red in embarrassment and I quickly looked away and slid closer to James’s side.

The Town Car came to a smooth stop in front of the main entrance of the hotel, and the driver opened the rear door for us. James stepped out of the car, took my hand, and helped me onto my feet. I purposely avoided eye contact with the driver while James tipped him. Even though I was still very buzzed from the wine, I didn’t want to think about or even acknowledge the show that I put on in the back seat for the driver as he took us back to the hotel.

It was a short walk back to our suite. James held me close to his body while we walked briskly on the cobblestone pathway that winded through the tropical landscape. I was still felt very rickety on my feet due to the wine and James steadied me as we walked in the moonlight.

I watched as he opened the door and we stepped inside. Immediately, he pulled me to him and we embraced in a long, hot kiss. Without warning, he scooped me up into his arms and he once again carried me up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Once inside, he laid me down on the large king size bed and stood at the foot and began to remove his suit. I kicked my heels off onto the floor and watched as he loosened his tie. Slowly, as if teasing me, he unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and glided his trousers down his legs.

He looked so strong and virile towering above me. Teasingly, I slowly hiked up my skirt until my pussy was exposed to his lustful gaze. Very calmly and deliberately, my hand moved down to between my legs and I ran my middle finger through my wet slit as I watched him tug his boxer shorts down his muscled thighs until then they ended in a heap with the rest of his clothes on the floor. He took his erect cock in his hand and slowly began to stroke it.

“I love it when you touch yourself for me,” he said huskily.

I opened my legs further making sure he had a good view of my exposed body. My pussy felt like a hot, humid swamp and when I dipped a finger inside, we could both hear the squishing noises emanating from between my legs. He was stroking his cock harder now and I could see the pre-cum dribble out of the slit.

Our eyes met.

“Make yourself cum for me, Melanie.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I set up in the bed and quickly removed my dress and laid back down again. Our eyes once again met and I opened my legs depravedly wide for him. My fingers began rubbing, pinching, and pulling my nipples while my other hand moved south between my legs.

Under his lecherous stare, I added a second finger and worked it in and out of my pussy. He was stroking his cock harder and faster and the pre-cum was oozing out of the slit at an increased rate.