CHLOE PARKER
When I first started as a cocktail waitress at the hot new club downtown, I had a difficult time telling the different drinks apart. Which was the Slippery Nipple and which the Cupid’s Kiss? Which was the Ménage à Trois and which a Screaming Orgasm? My bartender boyfriend, who had gotten me the job, offered to help.
“I’ll give you a little after-hours coaching, Chloe,” said Ryan. “Let’s take a mini-vacation this weekend, and we’ll get in some practice.”
That sounded good to me. I let Ryan choose the spot, and soon we were settling in at a beachside hotel not far from our Santa Barbara home. While he unpacked, I raided the minibar, lining up the liquors and waiting for him to give me the rundown. But apparently Ryan had other ideas. When he walked into the living room of the suite, he chuckled at the colorful arrangement of tiny bottles on the kidney-shaped glass coffee table.
“I thought I was going to be your willing pupil all weekend,” I said.
“You are, cutie. You are.” He ran his hands through my long blonde curls with an amused look on his face.
“Then why are you laughing?”
“Have a little faith, Chloe,” Ryan said, smiling at me, his blue eyes glittering with lust. “We’re going to get started right away. And your first lesson is about Sex on the Beach.”
I knew that drink was concocted with several ingredients, including vodka and peach schnapps. But it seemed that Ryan had his own recipe. He picked me up in his muscular arms and carried me over his shoulder down the hallway to our Hawaiian-themed bedroom. A metallic photomural of a Maui sunset gleamed on one wall, and the bedspread was covered with tiny palm trees and pink flamingos. Ryan tossed me right onto the center of the mattress and started to lift up my flirty white sundress.
“Wait,” I admonished him, modestly adjusting my hem to cover my naked thighs. “I thought we were going to study drinks.”
“I’m going to teach you about sex on the beach,” he corrected me. “It looks like you’re on a beach now, right?”
I looked around us, taking in the tropical decor—from the wallpaper to the lampshades with tiny shells hot-glued to their fringes. “Right,” I nodded.
“So close your eyes and enjoy.”
“Ryan—” I said in mock protest, feeling his fingers already inching up my tanned thighs to reach for the waistband of my panties. “But you promised to be my teacher.”
“Oh yeah, baby,” he answered as he tossed my white satin panties across the room and then began to untie the laces of my white espadrilles. “I’ll teach you things you never even thought of.” Even I had to laugh at that.
After undoing the bow at the top of my dress, Ryan pulled that off me as well. Entirely nude, I was spread out like a decadent dessert on the bed. Then he climbed between my legs and settled down comfortably. Before I could think of anything else to say about our discarded lesson plans, he sealed his warm mouth to my pussy, his tongue flicking between my nether lips to sweetly stroke my clit in a little welcoming motion. As Ryan ate me, I lost all sense of myself. The sensations became so overpowering that I couldn’t speak, think or hardly even breathe.
Ryan knows how to please me. He starts off strong, then retreats, teasing and taunting, making me wait before coming at me once again with full force. By the time he’s ready to fuck me, I’ve experienced several earth-shattering orgasms and my pussy is dripping with sex juices. I had a feeling this afternoon would be no different.
Thoughts of memorizing all sorts of drinks quickly faded from my head, and I sucked in my breath as he started to trace indecent designs up and over my clit. My body responded automatically, my own creamy nectar flooding his tongue. I was dripping-wet in seconds, and my erotic scent seemed to fill the room. Could Ryan tell how turned on he’d made me in mere minutes? I was certain that he knew when he said, “Look at you. You’re already so slick and wet for me. We should name a new drink after you. A Slippery Chloe.”
I giggled while his tongue continued to tickle me in the most intricately delicious manner, making my whole body tremble with unabashed pleasure. At first, I worked to hold myself totally still, basking in his attention. But as he continued to tease me, I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed onto his soft, dark hair with both hands, forcefully pressing his mouth harder against my pussy. I wanted him to continue for hours, or days, until I lost track of how many climaxes I’d experienced. However, despite my impatience, Ryan worked slowly, behaving very differently than when he is behind the bar, where he is all speed and sparkle. He was certainly taking his time, paying careful attention to all of my desires. He used his knowledgeable hands to spread my plump pussy lips wide apart. He kissed and licked me so sweetly, using his lips to ring my clit, sucking me until my undulating hips started to beat a sexual rhythm against the bed. As heavenly as it all was, I suddenly wanted more.
“Please,” I finally said, “I need you.”
“You have me, Chloe.” His words were muffled against my wet flesh, and the thrilling vibrations worked through my pulsing pussy so that for a moment I couldn’t even repeat my request. If he kept talking to me like that, with his mouth pressed tightly against me, I would come from that sensation alone. But after taking a moment to recover, I told him what I wanted. For some reason, I didn’t think he would mind.
“I need to taste you,” I explained. My voice sounded raw, husky with want.
“That’s for later, baby,” he said with a wicked grin, his lips glossy from my juices, a look that turned me on even more. “You’re trying to skip ahead in your lessons—from amateur to expert.”
“I’m no amateur when it comes to sucking your cock,” I said, pulling hard on his hair so that he’d look up at me again. Staring deep into my eyes, he gave me a sly grin. Not wasting another second, he stripped out of his jeans and T-shirt. I admired his hard, corded muscles, flat belly and strong chest as he approached the bed, his erect cock leading the way. He climbed back onto the mattress and slid his six-foot-two body around so that his hips were positioned over my head and his stiff member butted against my mouth. My heart beat extra quickly when I saw how ready he was; I was ready, too. I wrapped my hand around his girth and brought his cockhead to my lips. Then I opened my mouth and drew him inside.
Ryan’s cock slid back and forth between my lips. I started to gently suck on him, then I drew the entire length of his shaft down my throat, swallowing all of him. Ryan groaned and lifted his hips, helping me by plunging even deeper down, then slowly withdrawing. Each time he moved, he thrust toward my parted lips while his tongue flicked out and swiped at my clit, so that together we made one big circle of pleasure, linked and unbreakable.
For a moment, I was so taken with sucking his cock that I hardly paid attention to the way he was touching me between my legs. But then the warmth of his tongue started to ignite me again, and I felt a smoldering climax building up within me. I came quickly with Ryan’s cock pulsing in my throat, and I moaned at the power of my orgasm. And when my blissful cries vibrated along his shaft, Ryan started to come, thrusting even harder before shooting his load down my throat. I swallowed every drop.
“So that’s my favorite version of sex on the beach,” Ryan said with a smile as he moved his body up on the bed to cradle me in his arms. “Although different bartenders may have other techniques,” he added.
I nodded, trying to imagine me and Ryan enjoying some “sex on the beach” at work. I pictured him placing me on the highly polished counter of the bar and eating me in front of all our patrons before climbing up there himself and joining me in a sixty-nine. The thought gave me a little shiver, and I almost missed his next statement, which was: “So, are you ready for lesson number two?”
After a climax like that, I was more than happy to continue playing Ryan’s game. He obviously had our syllabus all planned out. Ryan disappeared down the hall for a moment before returning with a hand mirror. I had no idea what this was for, but Ryan began to explain. “We’re going to move right on to a Pink Lady,” he said, his face still flushed from his recent climax.
“What exactly do you mean?” I asked, amused.
“I want you to see exactly how pretty and pink you are between your legs,” Ryan continued. I felt myself blush as dark as a maraschino cherry as he handed the mirror to me. “Now, spread your pussy lips, Chloe. I want you to look at yourself.”
My blush intensified. I felt as if the hot summertime sun really was beating down on me. I hadn’t ever done anything like that before. Yes, I had a vague idea of what my pussy looked like, but I’d never observed it up close and personal. And certainly never with an audience!
Under Ryan’s steady guidance, I used one hand to part my lips, the other to hold the mirror so I could see between them. This wasn’t an easy task. Ryan had gotten me so wet that my pussy lips were still slick with my nectar. Each time I tried to spread myself apart, my fingers slipped in my juices. Finally, Ryan took the mirror from me and angled it just so, leaving both of my hands free to explore. Nobody had ever asked me to touch myself while he watched, but Ryan was so sexy and insistent that I was getting turned on by being exposed to his unrelenting gaze.
“Now, touch your clit gently. Really gently. Lightly tap it.” I was still reeling from my first orgasm, and I found that I almost came again just from the faintest flicker of my fingertips on my clit. He must have known that would happen because he said, “Softer, baby. Softer. I don’t want you to come again just yet.”
I did my best to obey. I stroked my clit with the lightest, feathery motion I could possibly manage. As I did, Ryan asked, “See what a pretty pink lady you are? Now, show me how you like to touch yourself.”
“How I like to touch myself?” I stared at him, still blushing.
“You know, when you’re by yourself.”
Stroking my aroused pussy was easier to do in front of Ryan while he was giving me explicit instructions, but the whole episode suddenly seemed much more personal and revealing once he stopped giving me orders. I was secretly emboldened by the sexy feeling growing inside me. With my shyness fading fast, I started to slowly finger myself. I didn’t touch my clit directly, but I made graceful looping circles around it. Ryan watched for several minutes, and then as I got more and more aroused, he got even closer to me, nestling right up between my thighs, his breath caressing me along with my fingers. In moments, he’d taken over for me. This was an entirely different experience from the way he’d eaten me only minutes before. He seemed to have instantly memorized my favored rhythm, using the tip of his tongue like a perfectly spiraling finger.
“Oh god,” I sighed, falling back against the pillows and letting my hands slip away.
“No, baby. You don’t get to relax. You have to work, too.”
I peered up at him curiously. “I have to work?”
“Yes, help me. Hold yourself open.”
It was an effort to do what he asked, but I obeyed. I spread my lips wide apart for him as Ryan began to make diamond patterns around my clit, not touching me directly, but skating his tongue up and around that hot little button. I couldn’t believe that I was going to come again so quickly, but I was. I let out a helpless squeal of warning and then I came, hard and fast, with my spasming pussy pressed tightly to Ryan’s face, once again coating him with my creamy juices. My climax went on and on, shaking my entire body, making me tremble and rocking the bed. Ryan pushed back from me and licked his lips with an intense look on his face. I slid back down on the pillows again, completely demolished by the pleasure I’d just experienced.
“Don’t get that look, baby,” he said.
“What look?”
“That finished look,” he continued. “We’re far from done.”
“Oh, Ryan,” I sighed. My body was still shaking. What did he want from me? How much more could I take?
“We have one more lesson,” he said, “at least, one more for the night.” With that, he slid up my body, positioning himself with his cock nestled against my mouth. I parted my lips and took him in, getting ready to suck him off again, but Ryan had other ideas. As soon as the tip of his cock was wet, he moved back down my body and slid inside of my cunt. He thrust into me several times, and my body responded with tight contractions around his cock. Then, without warning, he pulled out again and slid back up on the bed. I bathed his cock with my tongue, relishing the taste of myself on his hard shaft. Then back he went, thrusting into me forcefully. I felt as though my body were melting into the mattress. I could hardly move, undone by pleasure as Ryan continued to take turns fucking my mouth and my pussy. My arousal soaring, I was soon tugging on him, letting him know when it was time to return to my mouth, desperate to taste myself again. I loved the flavor of my juices mingling with the first drops of his precome. I slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I sucked him hard. Ryan ran his fingers through my hair, but when he started to approach his peak, he pushed me away.
Back down my body he went, this time flipping me over so that he could take me from behind. He fucked me doggie-style for the last part of the ride, his hips bucking against mine, slamming into me forcefully. As he continued to fuck me, he slid one hand beneath my body to flick my clit. Between the fucking and the clit-strumming, I was soon coming powerfully, for the third time of the evening.
“Let it out, baby,” Ryan crooned, and I found my voice, growing louder and louder as the contractions pulsed throughout my body. I was screaming before I realized it, and Ryan began shooting his hot load inside me. When he finally finished coming, he slipped out of my quivering pussy and then collapsed against my body so that we were both wet and sticky, sealed together with our abundance of juices.
“Oh god,” I sighed contentedly. “That was amazing.”
“No,” Ryan said, grinning at me. “That’s what I call a Screaming Orgasm.”
I laughed out loud, realizing that I still didn’t know any more about which drink was which. But I will certainly admit this: I was looking forward to more of Ryan’s after-hours instruction.