Tapas for business . . . and Amber for dessert.

Near the end of your stay, you do end up hosting a small gathering at the hotel. Amber isn’t responsible for the practical details, of course, but she plays hostess with surprising panache. She wears a strapless dark-green dress, simple and elegantly stunning, that shows a nice amount of cleavage without being too revealing. It wins her many admiring looks, but what really wins your associates’ admiration by the end of the night is her quick mind and thoughtful, wide-ranging conversation. More than one of them, on leaving, tells you you have a keeper and should marry her quickly before anyone else comes along.

She hears those comments, of course, and grins happily. When everyone has left, you take Amber in your arms and give her a long, passionate kiss. You come up for air and she pulls free; she turns around and says, “Unzip me.” You suit the action to the words, and the dress slithers down her body to pool on the floor; your jaw threatens to join it, and when she turns back around, it only reinforces the effect. She’s wearing a dark-green corset with black trim that cups her breasts but barely covers her nipples; it laces up the front, but is sized such that—at least as she’s wearing it—the laces don’t pull the sides all the way together, leaving a strip of her visible all the way down. The corset has garter straps which are holding up her sheer black stockings. Underneath it is a matching G-string which ties at the hips. She sees your surprise at that detail and says, “That’s so I can do this—” She pulls on the ties, then draws the G-string out and drops it on the floor. She leans forward and murmurs in your ear, “I got a matching bra, too, for another time. It ties in the back.”

Amber is sexy in anything, but in corset, garters, stockings, and no panties, she’s an erotic vision. “Well, if you can do that,” you say, “then I can do this.” You push her gently down to the couch, bend her knees up to her chest, and bend down to her pussy. You breathe deeply of her scent as she settles her feet on your shoulders, then puff lightly on her clit, making her squeal. Her position has already opened her twat like a flower, but you spread her even wider with your fingers, then devote your attention to tracing out all the lines and curves of her most intimate place with your tongue. Periodically you stop to caress her lips with yours, or to suck one of her lips into your mouth and scrape it lightly with your teeth.

Amber pulls your head into her snatch, moaning, “More, baby . . . ohh, Rob, do me more . . . fuck me . . . suck my clit . . . don’t tease me, lover . . . fuck me good . . .” You continue to tease her anyway, swirling your tongue around her twat a few times, before plunging it into her fuckhole. You begin tracing slow circles around her clit with one finger as you lap up the juices that are draining from her aroused pussy. Then you capture her clit with two fingers, rubbing it between them, and start flexing your tongue in her cunt and thrusting it in and out. You wiggle your tongue and pinch her clit; she screams and cums hard on your tongue. Her cunt walls squeeze it tight and she grinds her wet snatch hard into your face; her juices slicken your skin, and the tangy-sweet taste of aroused Amber fills your mouth.

“Ohhh, baby,” she pants, “ohhh, lover . . . ohh, Rob . . . you eat me good . . . so good . . .”