Speaking is not usually part of my job — much less public speaking with news cameras pointed at me from every possible angle.
But that afternoon, I was tapped to deliver a brief press conference discussing something I honestly can’t even remember the specifics of now, because my memory is basically consumed by what happened before the talk — and after.
It was a beautiful day with minimal humidity for a change, odd for that time of year in New Orleans. I was alone in a hotel suite, looking down at the bustling courtyard below that stretched between the Spanish colonial-inspired buildings — Spanish buildings even though they call it the French Quarter. I could see various people checking the sound system and the seating. I glanced at my notes for the hundredth time, wishing I could just get the talk over with, and wondering how I’d gotten myself into it. And that’s when I heard a knock at the door.
“Hold on.” I tossed my notes on the bed and headed to the door.
But when I opened it, my stomach just about leapt into my throat.
No, it wasn’t my boss — it was Elisa, this journalist who had interviewed me several times already that year. Even though there seemed to be a mutual spark, we always kept things professional. We had also always been dating other people, so I never dared get involved in a sexual relationship with her — but I always wondered what it would be like if I did. My last girlfriend, a bottle redhead, proved more trouble than the sex was worth — and if I’m honest, the sex sucked, too. So I was finally single and unbelievably horny. And then — bam! — there she was!
I hadn’t seen Elisa for almost a month in the regular press pools, and her absence had started to make me wonder: Was she single? What did she want? Did I have a shot?
All those questions jumped me at once as she hit me with her piercing dark blue eyes and that most electrifying smile.
“Hey!” I smiled back and motioned her inside.
Elisa made a show of flashing her ID badge, which was clipped to her dress, right above her incredible breasts. “See, my press pass really does get me in anywhere,” she quipped.
I think I laughed. I remember trying not to look at her breasts too much, but that navy blue dress of hers had the most enticing V-neckline, and the tight-fitting fabric hugged each and every womanly curve.
“It’s great to see you. What brings you here?”
“I came to see how you were and wish you luck on the big presser.” She glanced over at the pile of notes on the bed. “All set?” she asked, sounding hopeful.
“I think so, but you know, just obsessing over every detail.”
“Well, you’ve never been on camera before, have you?”
I shook my head. “No, not like this.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Would you make fun of me if I said yes?”
Elisa laughed, “No, if anything, I have empathy for anyone on the other side of my colleagues’ reporting.”
“I’ll take that. Can I get you a drink?”
Elisa shook her head, “I’m okay… ”
But then she got a mischievous look on her face. “Though I sure wouldn’t mind an exclusive.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes, “Come on, it’s nothing that earth-shattering.”
At that point she reached out and tugged my necktie. “Yes, but I wasn’t talking about business.”
Before I could say anything, she smiled and walked past me, over to the window that overlooked the courtyard. I followed, not completely sure of her intentions, but already feeling my cock springing to attention while watching her ass sway as she teetered in her high heels.
“It’s a nice view,” I blurted out like a dork. I felt my face turn red.
“Shhh… ” Elisa turned and began playing with my tie again. “I think I have the perfect solution to calm those nerves.”
She leaned in, and thank goodness my instincts took over. We started making out, and I pushed her back, pressing her fine ass against the window. I cupped and squeezed every curve I could get my hands on.
She ground her pelvis against my stiff cock, and I felt my way up her thigh, lifting her dress. Finally, I felt lace and then wetness as my fingers worked their way into her panties, feeling every bit of her pussy I could reach.
Elisa tilted her head back and moaned as I teased her clit and slid my fingers inside her. I hadn’t felt a pussy that tight since college.
“Mmm, wait… ” She kissed my neck and teased my earlobe.
“Nothing, but this isn’t about me right now. This is your day in the spotlight.” Elisa pulled back and unzipped the side of her dress, wiggling out of it. And as I stood there, holding my breath, she took off her black lace bra and tossed it aside. And then, wearing nothing but her panties and heels, she came for me and pushed me backward onto the bed. She looked me dead in the eye as she unfastened my belt, lowered my zipper and took my cock in her warm, soft hands.
I thought I was going to hit the ceiling. Her touch was silky and soft, teasing and caressing the sides of my shaft.
“Just relax,” she whispered, before kicking off her heels and getting on her knees.
As I felt the warmth of her mouth on my cockhead, my mouth went dry. I groaned while her tongue teased me, and I muttered, “Oh fuck.”
She pulled away for a moment to murmur, “Mmm, this is what you need.”
Then she gave me a wicked smile and wrapped her pillowy lips around my meat.
“Oh yeah, suck me,” I whispered.
Keeping one hand on my shaft, she did exactly that, but she stopped short of deep-throating me — because, as I would discover, Elisa was a master cocktease. After sucking and teasing my head, I felt her other hand on my inner thigh, and her tongue migrated to the underside of my shaft.
She started to lick my dick with broad, slow strokes, stopping right before reaching my balls, only to do it again and again.
Just as I was settling into that technique, her sweet tongue darted down to my scrotum. As she kept one hand working my shaft, she took each ball into her mouth in turn and made me groan.
I caressed her face and pulled her beautiful blonde hair back so I could watch her better — and what a view it was!
After she teased my balls, she took my entire shaft into her mouth. I watched as she devoured me hungrily, taking me deep into her throat. Basically, it was an out-of-body experience as I began slowly and rhythmically fucking her face. I felt the sweat pooling under my arms as I tried to stay in control. Elisa knew how to keep me on the edge. When I thought I was going to shoot my load, she would back off and yank me back from the brink. But while she swallowed my cock, she kept a free hand on my balls, tormenting them and even teasing the sensitive spot right behind them.
It was heaven on earth. No woman had ever taken me anywhere like this — and I never wanted to leave. But finally, after many moments of most impressive gag-reflex control, Elisa pulled back and took a breath, but not before lavishing, wet sloppy kisses all over the head of my dick. Then she spit in her hands, lubing me up even more as she tugged on my rod.
I was close, and she knew it. Elisa reared up and squished my wet cock between her tits, looking delighted by the effects of her work.
“Elisa swallowed and sucked me relentlessly. She milked me dry.”
I let go of her hair, gently caressing her face again.
“I get that a lot,” she joked as she hugged my shaft with her pendulous tits. It was the most incredible cycle of pressure and release.
I gasped, “You have to let me fuck you before I come.”
“Only if you promise to give me that exclusive,” she teased. The soft scratch of her fingernail on my inner thigh sent chills up my spine.
“I’ll give you one in your mouth.”
“Well, that’s exactly what I was hoping for,” said my sassy sex machine.
I helped her stand up, and she slipped off her panties. I caught a glimpse of well groomed muff that confirmed Elisa was a natural blonde. After savoring her tiny nipples for a moment, I brought her to the window and pressed her tits against the cold glass. We faced the courtyard as I entered her from behind. I squeezed and spread her round butt cheeks, enjoying the view of my cock skewering her pussy.
“Oh fuck me!” She braced herself against the glass, moaning in delight.
I kissed her shoulder and nibbled on her neck as I buried my cock in her tight snatch. The smell of her perfume mingling with my sweat and our sex scents added to the rush. I reached around her and started to rub her clit, making her whimper.
If anyone down in the courtyard had binoculars or had happened to look up, they would have gotten quite the show from me — who’s usually a low-key publicity guy! But that day was different.
We eventually moved to the bed where she rode me, clenching my cock with her toned pussy muscles.
But once again, Elisa kept me on the edge. She dismounted without warning and licked up all of her pussy juices coating my dick. And it was then she hit my cock and balls with a blitz of wet tongue-kisses. She kept a hand gripped around my shaft, slowly stroking me as her mouth worked — as if that would keep my cream at bay.
When her lips enveloped the head of my dick once again, I couldn’t take anymore. I exploded in her mouth, and Elisa swallowed and sucked me relentlessly. She milked me dry.
Finally empty, I exhaled. I remember thanking her. I remember she kissed my cheek and left. And I remember later looking into the crowd and seeing her there as I spoke at the podium. And like I said before, I don’t remember the speech itself at this point, but I do remember “filling her in” all over again, with another exclusive that night.