“I don't know honey. Sometimes I'd be a little afraid to a
sk. HOLY SMOKES, would you like to try that?” The guy had the woman turned away from him and laying atop a desk as he hammered into her from behind.
“Sorry honey, it'd take two times what you have to even attempt that! Why don't you turn that TV off? Let's make some of our own stuff up as we go along…stud.”
Delilah stood before Rupert and pulled his face to her bosom. He breathed in her sweetly perfumed breasts. They strained to be free from the camisole. She took his face in her hands and licked his lips with just the tip of her tongue and fell forward drifting onto the bed with him. Straddling him, Delilah felt his cock's firmness lying under her wet pussy inside the lingerie. She slid her hand down and inside the fabric feeling the slick juice of her want. She pulled her wet finger out and rubbed the juice along Rupert's mouth. He licked his lips tasting the essence of her inner sanctum.
RRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
Angrily Rupert answered the phone, “Hello? I told you kids not to call us unless there was an emergency!” He sat up, his voice becoming concerned. “What do you mean the baby won't eat dinner? Well you're not supposed to feed her chili beans and anchovies! You feed her baby food. She's only 1 year old!” Becoming more angry and frustrated he barked, “Where's the baby-sitter? What do you mean she took our bottle of Dom Perignon, a can of whipped cream and the dustbuster into our bedroom with two boys and locked the door?”
Delilah was becoming scared and upset from the situation and sat up.
“Where's that music coming from? The bedroom? You guys stay downstairs and we'll be home in a little while.”
Rupert shielded the mouthpiece and whispered to his son, “Hey, flick the switch in the closet next to our bedroom, it activates my bedroom camcorder. Don't tell anyone about it!”
Rupert slammed the phone down angrily.
“Should we leave?” Delilah asked looking disappointed and somewhat concerned.
“Hell no! We've been planning this for months. I want to be with you. Come here, woman!” he growled.
Rupert moved behind Delilah and slowly caressed her shoulders then kissed her softly on the back of the neck. He moved his hands along her sides creeping them slowly toward the front of her. He longed to be the camisole that clung ever so tightly to her body, caressing every part of her.
Delilah reached behind her and held the back of his head. She thrust her chest out exposing her cleavage to his eyes.
“This outfit is driving me crazy.”
“Does it turn you on?”
“I like to see you in anything, but mostly in nothing at all!”
Rupert forced his hands into the bust of the corset and grabbed her breasts.
“Uh, honey, my hands are stuck” Rupert said, struggling to get his hands free from the front of the outfit.
“What? Ouch, that hurts! I can't put my arms down!” Delilah cried, feeling confined and awkward.
RRRIIIINNNNGGGGG, RRRRIIIINNNNGGG!
“Shit, I can't answer the phone!” Rupert yelled.
“Try unzipping it! The zipper is in the back. Use your teeth.” He was behind her but his hands were stuck in front and over her shoulders. So he did his best contortionist maneuver and stretched his neck down and grabbed the zipper in his teeth.
“Ahhhh! Ouch, I just chipped my tooth and the latch on the zipper broken!” he screamed as blood trickled from his mouth.
They tried to break loose from their odd situation but they lost their balance and Rupert slammed against a small table. The lamp fell and broke, scattering porcelain all over the floor. The table dropped onto the floor with a loud thud. To top things off the small candle on the table caught the carpet on fire.
About this time the motel manager was making his rounds and walked by their room. He couldn't help but hear the screaming and thrashing about in the room, as Rupert frantically tried to free his hands. The manager, assuming the worst, banged on the door and since nobody was answering he unlocked the door. From the doorway he saw Rupert bent over with Delilah in front of him and his hands locked in her camisole. To the manager it looked like he was choking her, so he rushed up behind him and pulled at him, freeing his hands.
They fell back with Rupert cracking his head on the coffee table. Delilah's breasts popped out and the camisole ripped a seam.
At the police station Delilah was booked for prostitution, Rupert’s head received twelve stitches and the Enquirer interviewed the hotel manager.
When Rupert finally came to, he explained to the judge what was going on. After the laughter subsided, the judge made him pay for damages and ordered him to go home. When they finally got home the kids were all in bed sleeping, the house was clean (even their bedroom), and the babysitter was doing her homework (Biology of human sexuality).
“What a night!” Rupert told Delilah as she was taking off her make-up and standing in front of the mirror wearing her old, beat up flannel robe.