Girls’ night out….it was always a blast with Sarah because Becca never knew what she would plan. It had become a tradition for the two best friends to spend a weekend together away from the guys and the children and the guys were usually very accommodating. Although, as Becca packed her bag, she was beginning to wonder if she should really be going this time. Nick and Howie had magically come up with something but had made arrangements for the grandparents to babysit for the weekend. Even though she was still slightly irked with him for missing her birthday, she didn’t like both of them being away in case of an emergency.
The doorbell sounded but before she could get downstairs, Sarah was hollering for her to hurry up. "I’m coming! Geez! What’s the hurry?"
"I have to get to the hotel, get changed, and go to the club," said Sarah in disgust.
"What’s up?" asked Becca coming down the steps.
"My husband in his haste to go wherever it is he is going tonight forgot about the Halloween party at ‘Tabu’ and called from his cell to ask me to go by and check on things."
"What about the Halloween party WE’RE suppose to be going to?"
"That’s why I’m going to get into my costume. We’ll go by ‘Tabu’ and then come back to our party."
"Sounds like a plan to me. I can’t believe we’re going to a party without the guys though. It just seems so weird."
"Becca, how many parties have THEY gone to without us?"
Becca stopped and looked at her friend. "Get real! You NEVER go to a party without Howie or at least end up with him before the night is over with."
Sarah shrugged her shoulders laughing and they headed out to the waiting limo.
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At the hotel, the two friends quickly settled into their room and began getting their costumes on. Sarah had chosen to go as ‘Cleopatra’ and was completely into character. Becca was going as a sexy French maid. She had always wanted an excuse to wear fishnet stockings and Sarah had given her the perfect one. They put on the finishing touches and headed out to the elevators.
"Bec, where is your duster?" Sarah asked at they waited for the elevator.
"Oh shit, I’m going to run back and get it. I’ll meet you downstairs."
"No problem."
Sarah watched Becca disappear into their room and turned to step onto the elevator. As the doors closed, a sexy voice asked, "Did she fall for it?"
Turning into Howie’s waiting arms, Sarah laughed, "Hook, line, and sinker. Is Nick ready?"
"Ready and anxiously waiting. Are you ready for your evening, Queen of the Nile?" cooed Howie as he kissed her bare shoulder.
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Becca found the duster, checked herself in the mirror once more, straightened her seams and again walked the corridor to the elevator. As she passed by the last penthouse, the door was open and she peeked in.
"I’ve been waiting for you," a mysterious man dressed as an exotic Arabian prince said.
"You were waiting for me?" she asked.
"Yes, the linens are unsatisfactory. Please change them to satin."
She got it. She was dressed as a maid and he was dressed as royalty. She guessed he wanted to have a little fun with role-playing. She was game and thoughts of joining her best friend flew out of her mind.
"So sorry, Monsieur. I will take care of that right away," she said with her best French accent and curtsied.
The suite was enormous and it was obvious both of the guys were here because she noticed Howie’s jacket hanging on a chair. There was a silver tray with designer chocolates on it, Becca’s favorites. She helped herself to one. After all, it was Halloween and what’s Halloween without some candy?
He walked into the bedroom and Becca followed. He had a scarf covering most of his face but Becca had immediately recognized Nick’s blue eyes. She had stared into them far too many times NOT to recognize them. In his costume though, he really did look like a prince.
I know plenty of women who would love to be in his harem for a night, Becca thought.
Next to the bed was a stack of ivory satin sheets. She ran her hand over the smooth fabric.
"Please, be quick about it," he said and began to walk out.
"Come back here and help me your highness," Becca said seductively as she stripped the sheets.
"I do not do menial chores," he said turning around in the doorway.
"Is it beneath you?" she said, bending over the bed.
He was staring at her black panties under the short skirt. His frown softened and he smiled. She could see the infamous ‘Carter smirk’ under the scarf and knew she had him. He closed the door and walked over to start pulling off the pillowcases. His eyes remained on her cleavage, which looked plentiful in the tight costume.
"Do you like satin sheets?" he teased.
"Is there any other kind?" she questioned seductively while sliding her finger across the luxurious material.
"How would you like to be my personal maid for the night?"
"My services do NOT come cheap," she said trying not to giggle.
"I can pay you handsomely. Would you like jewels?" Nick was really getting into it and so was Becca. He pulled out a rhinestone and a gorgeous green glass necklace. He was really playing the part.
"That’s good for a start," she quipped.
Together, they stripped the bed of the linens and covered it with the satin sheets. The material felt so good. Becca wanted to feel it against her naked body. Or rather, she wanted to feel him against her naked body on those sheets.
Do you have any other jewels you can show me?" she asked rubbing her hand against his crotch. His penis was hard. He placed his large hands on her breasts and massaged them.
She reached up to remove the scarf and tilted her head for him to kiss her.
"Oh, take me to the Kasbah," she said and nibbled his neck.
He untied the colorful sash from around his waist. She pulled the white costume over his head. God, his body was perfect, tan and lean. His arms were well defined from where he had been working out and the tats stood out. He was wearing a small pair of bikini briefs, completely out of character for Nick, and it barely contained his huge, and now raging cock.
"I have never been attracted to the help before, but you seem different."
"You go that right," she said and untied her apron.
She couldn’t believe how far Nick was taking this whole thing but she was glad of it. She was really getting off on this. He sat back on the bed and watched her undress.
"Wait," he said when she got to the stockings. "Let me."
He wanted to do the honors. After stripping the fishnets off, he kissed down her legs and sucked on her toes. She slid across the sheets and grabbed the duster. She swept the bright pink feathers across his body. Goose bumps erupted over his skin and his nipples hardened. It was like a sweet bliss.
"What is your name?"
"Becca," she said tracing the blue feet tattooed across his chest with her tongue.
Nick pulled her on top of him, pressing his rigid cock against her. He unhooked her bra and devoured her tits. He rubbed his face between them and gently pinched her nipples. It excited her so much, her panties became soaked. He rolled her over and tore them off. She laid back and spread her legs as he eagerly dove into her ‘heat’. His tongue was like a pastry mixer with three speeds and he was going to make her cream. She wrapped her leg around his neck as he circled her clit. She wove her fingers in his blonde locks holding on for dear life as he made her cum with his tongue and finger.
Standing, he took off his briefs. He was so hot, she had to catch her breath from the look of his cock-long and tan. She hung off the edge of the bed and he moved to her. She felt his heat and maneuvered to lick the tip of his cock. He shuttered and moaned. She used the duster to his advantage, teasing him under his balls while she sucked his manhood. His ass was tight and she gripped his cheeks. His body tensed as he fought the urge to cum.
"You are amazing," he quivered.
After dropping to his knees, he kissed her all over. Becca sat up and beckoned Nick with her finger. He joined her on the bed and they rolled around the sheets. She loved the way the cool fabric felt.
After some rolling around, Nick got up and opened a bottle of champagne and poured it into her mouth. It spilled down her chin and neck but Nick licked it off. He poured more all over her breasts and drank it from her nipples.
What is it about hotel rooms that makes me feel so free and uninhibited? Thought Becca.
She was so excited and couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. She got on all fours and he entered her from behind. He gently held her hips, gliding himself through her tightness. As he pressed in and out, her body moved with him. The sensation of the slick material against her erect nipples was euphoric. He reached underneath her and fingered her clit—stimulating all of her sensitive areas simultaneously.
"Oh, Becca…my gorgeous French maid," he moaned.
The sound of his voice put her over the edge and she climaxed.
The two collapsed onto the satin sheets, Nick holding her close. His breath on her skin was electrifying and she trembled.
"You certainly give good room service," he teased.
"You still owe me for my services," giggled Becca trying to stay with the role-play.
"The night isn’t over," said Nick as he rolled her to him. He dipped in to kiss her as he ran his fingers through her hair. Pulling away, he smiled, "I have a lot of making up for missing your birthday."
Becca began to cry. "You mean…."
Nick smirked, "Sarah and Howie helped me with all this."
"That sneak!! She knew all the time?"
Nick laughed out-right now. "Get real, Bec….you know Sarah’s not gonna party without Howie. Now…forget them!! I have more making up to do," and he rolled on top of her kissing her voraciously.
Nick moved so that he could run his hand between her thighs. By now, they were both on fire again and Becca ached to feel him again. His strong hands moved and stroked her towards ecstasy once more. He began to stroke her clit, gently at first, and she couldn’t stop herself from moving her hips to meet his rhythm.
"Juicy," he said as he slipped two fingers into her pussy.
His head moved down and he licked her clit. His mouth was hot as he licked and sucked, all the while his fingers deep inside her. She pulled his head up so she could taste the combination of their juices on his lips. She needed to have his tongue thrusting inside her fevered mouth. His fingers continued to play with her. In and out, in and out and deeper, his fingers inside and his thumb outside massaging her clit. His tongue thrust inside her mouth as his fingers thrust inside her pussy, and she could feel the tension inside her building up unbearably until finally, she came. The orgasm washed over her in stages rocking her to the core.
By this time, Nick had Becca begging for more. She wanted to feel his great dick jamming, slamming, ramming in her. He slid his hands under her ass cupping it to lift her up. Then he rammed his great big dick into her soaking wet ‘heat’. There was no teasing, no more role-playing; he dove in hungry for every inch of her. Wrapping her legs around him, he thrust once, twice, and she clenched her muscles tight around his throbbing hot cock. And then he did the unthinkable- he pulled out. She gasped and he saw how much she wanted it and his lips formed a mean-looking smile. He paused, then jammed his cock right into her. He thrust with such vigor, it was ecstasy. Again, he pulled out.
"Please, Nick! Stop teasing me," Becca whimpered. "I want it all."
This time when he resumed thrusting, he moved in and out, in and out, in a gentle rhythmic motion that led to the final release. Her orgasm started in waves of sheer delight. An intense buildup of maximum pleasure, followed by wave after wave of gentle release. Just when she thought it was over, he started to moan. She felt his cock grow even harder inside her and then quiver. Nick exploded inside her and exhaled, collapsing his strong body on top of her.
There was calm as they both recovered and their breaths evened out. His blue eyes were on fire with love and desire and in that instant, Becca forgot completely that she had been furious that he’d missed her birthday.
"Happy Birthday, Becca," whispered Nick as he held her tight against his chest.
"Shouldn’t you be saying ‘Trick or Treat’?" giggled Becca as the two drifted off to sleep.
