The blow job - an erotic short story

Resolutely, Caprice entered the room while the events and conversations of the last half hour reappeared before her mind's eye. 

Early that morning she had checked into the small city hotel. It was the wedding day of an old school friend and although she didn't like these kinds of events very much, it was still a good opportunity to see many friends and acquaintances again, who usually get lost in time.

The church was within 5 minutes walking distance and the wedding party was to take place in the terrace and garden area of the hotel. Weddings were never her thing, but she enjoyed watching the guests and judging their fashion tastes. With a certain regularity she noticed that sometimes you always meet the same people at weddings.

So she quickly noticed Ben, who last showed up at her brother's wedding with a tall brunette. He belonged to the type of men who looked good, but unfortunately also knew it and thus fed their self-confidence unnecessarily. Interestingly, he seemed to have arrived unaccompanied today.

After the wedding ceremony she met him more by chance at the champagne bar in the garden of the hotel. The wedding party had gathered for a first drink to congratulate the bride and groom. He seemed a little bored, but he tried to make the conversation with her interesting. He had practice in it and she was sure that he would not invest in a conversation if he did not expect something from it. So she noticed very well how he subtly flirted with her. She ignored this quite obviously, not wanting to let him know that he was not doing a bad job at all.

Ben directed the conversation to the groom's stag night and talked about some spicy details of that evening. Caprice already knew the story, but played the clueless one to see how far he would exaggerate. To provoke him, she questioned the facts, which visibly aroused his ambition. Quite confident of victory, he proposed a bet that the groom's best man would confirm his story.

"What do I get if I win and the story's false?" she said, moving a little closer to Ben. "I have two tickets for the Urban Jazz Festival next Friday. They're yours if I'm wrong." 

Caprice smiled enigmatically and nodded briefly. She knew she would lose the bet and yet she was interested in what he thought was her bet.

"And what is the price if I lose?" Caprice looked directly at him and suppressed a smile on her lips. 

Ben took his time with his answer and held her gaze for a while. Slowly he leaned over to her and said, "We'll take one of the rooms and you suck my cock". He took a step back to see the look on her face. Caprice had practice with this kind of clumsy pickup line. She quickly replied, "When exactly?"

"Right after you confer with the best man." Ben seemed determined and, to her taste, slightly pretentious in the way he looked at her.

"I don't know if I need live jazz on a Friday night that badly." Caprice deliberately remained unimpressed in order not to give his ego an additional boost.

Ben replied: "Does that mean the bet is on?".

"That means I'm talking to the best man". Caprice demonstratively closed her handbag and looked over her shoulder. 

"That's not how bets work!" Ben smiled cunningly.

"But that's how women work." Caprice looked at him for another two seconds and then turned on her heel to walk to one of the garden tables at the end of the rose hedges. There she had spotted Sam the best man struggling with a crate of empty champagne bottles. She stood up to him, spoke to him about the crate and engaged him in a rather petty small talk. 

Sam liked to talk a lot, which gave Caprice the opportunity to watch Ben over his shoulder. He also looked over to her and smiled at her with his champagne glass.

Ben was not a man she was directly interested in as a partner, yet she was impressed by his statement. She liked the idea of having sex with him. However, she did not want to be the conquest of the evening for him. Not the prey of the hunter who would put another trophy on his shelf.

"A blow job is a blow job and nothing more." She liked the idea, because she would be in control. Surely he would think that he could fondle and touch her while she sucks his cock willingly, just turn her around on her stomach and fuck her. Here the game started to get interesting for her. 

"My pussy is a no-no and for sure he's not gonna respect it." She smiled at the thought and delved deeper into this fantasy while Sam was busy next to her with his report on his experiences at the wedding.

She would set the rules and of course he would try to break them. But it would still not be a frustrating experience for him. She liked dicks and what you can do with them. Her dildos were more enduring and less talkative, but the warmth and taste of a real cock always turned her on more. The pulsation of the blood and the way it moved in her mouth ... that fantasy made her get wet. She concentrated on her tight-fitting panties and how they had already slipped slightly between her pussy lips. Normally she always found this annoying and disturbing, but it just increased her excitement. She looked up at Sam for a moment and nodded in agreement, although she hadn't listened to him for a long time. Her gaze wandered back to Ben and she imagined how she would control his excitement. His cock under her control. She loved to keep the excitement at one level. You can tell much better when a man is about to come. She was a little jealous of this fact and thought briefly of those men who had desperately tried to give her an orgasm. But she rejected this thought and concentrated on Ben again.

The thought of how he would come in her hands increased her excitement. She enjoyed watching it, the warmth of the sperm between her fingers. She also loved it when a man came in her mouth. She never swallowed, but the feeling of her mouth filling up, often made her almost come as well. Sometimes she let it run down her chin from her mouth, so that a lot of spit and cum was spread on her breasts. Although it made her feel a bit ridiculous, it almost never failed to have an effect on men. She did it subtly, making it look almost unwanted. Not like in a cheap porno where little schoolgirls bubble bubbles and bizarrely shove the sperm back into their mouths. 

He should remember this moment. If they would both go back to the other guests, he should look at them and ask himself the rest of the evening how her pussy would feel if he let his cock slowly slide into her.

With an excuse she left Sam at the garden table with his bottles and his story and walked a discreet arc back to Ben. She had made up her mind.

"There are rules!" Caprice opened the conversation. Ben raised his eyebrows and looked at her smiling.

"Your dick is in my mouth and nowhere else! "Meet me in your room and I want you naked when I get there." Caprice tapped his chest twice with her index finger.

Ben looked at her for a long time and replied "34". 

"34 what?" Caprice seemed a little surprised. 

"34 is the number of my room." Ben nodded slowly and swung his head a little to one side.

"I'll see you in 15 minutes." Caprice risked the first real smile, turned around and walked towards the side entrance of the room wing.

"I'm going to watch TV while waiting" he shouted after her. Caprice had a fitting remark on her lips, but decided to disappear wordlessly into the side entrance.

She reached her room which was diagonally opposite room 34. Both rooms were on the ground floor and had a large window to the garden, where the bridal couple was still being congratulated.

She closed her room door behind her and paused briefly. Pragmatically she planned not to ruin her summer dress for this day, as she had few alternatives in her suitcase. She took it off and left it on the bedspread. She undid her bra and looked at herself in the mirror. Her panties were ruined anyway, she slowly slipped them over her hips and left them on the floor. She kept her high heels on, she thought that was appropriate. If she was going to enter his room almost naked anyway, it would be with an elegant walk on high heels.

She pulled her silk bathrobe out of her travel bag and slipped into it. Examining herself in the mirror, she nodded and let her hand slide between her thighs. She enjoyed that her pussy was already warm and wet and she gently massaged her clit. She wanted to be sufficiently aroused when she entered his room. This made it easier for her to get straight to the point. She closed her eyes and let her excitement carry her. She knew her body, knew how to get very close to an orgasm in a few minutes. 

But she paused, opened her eyes and went through her own rules again. He could kiss her, lick her, she would even tolerate his fingers in her ass ... but his cock stays out. "Stick to it, girl!" she said aloud and closed the robe

She felt how wet her skin was on her thighs as she silently glided across the hall to his door. Knocking would be a sign of weakness, she thought, so she opened the door without hesitation. It was unlocked and she slipped in and closed the door behind her. The room was darkened. Ben probably didn't want the wedding party, spread out in the garden, to watch with interest through the window with his cock in her mouth. The TV was actually on - no sound - and bathed the room in a bluish light. It suited the situation and she decided to keep it that way. She looked over at Ben. He sat naked on his bed and looked at her expectantly. "If he was as horny as me, he'd probably have a huge boner by now," Caprice thought.

 "...but we'll work that out, because he's all mine now." Caprice locked the door behind her, opened her bathrobe and slowly walked over to the bed ....