The Room Key

The Room Key

“Do you have your ticket, sir?” the gentleman at the counter asked, holding his hole puncher. 

“Ah, yes, sorry.  Here it is…” Grayson was running late for the show; he had just made it out of work in time.  He handed away his ticket, got it punched then entered the dark theater. 

This theater was of a different type than your usual playhouse.  Instead of seats next to each other, there were tables spread out like a restaurant. Grayson sat at one and took in his surroundings. It seemed a place forgotten by time. Barely perceptible, the perfume and cologne permeating the room added to its dark elegance. A server, a cloth over his jacketed arm, came to take his order for a drink and an appetizer.

The venue wasn’t quite packed out, but there was a good crowd, nevertheless. Grayson had come to see a murder mystery about an elderly woman taken out for the inheritance she’d leave behind. The reviews had raved about the performance of a certain young woman in the show. She played Ruby.

The lights flickered, and everyone else rushed to their seats. As the curtain began to rise, Ruby walked out onto the stage, and Grayson’s heart jumped.  

Ruby stood in a beautiful black dress, her dark hair done up in a style that immediately identified the period as the late fifties. She had piercing blue eyes under heavy arched brows reminiscent of a vintage pin-up girl, the kind that one could fall for on sight. Her opening monologue gave some depth to her character, explaining that her elderly grandmother had promised money for her study in medicine. Unfortunately, foul play took Grand-Mamá before Ruby could receive it. To make matters worse, she’d also written Ruby out of the will.  

As the play went on, it became evident that Ruby was the show-stealer here. She took away the breath of everyone watching; Grayson couldn’t take his eyes off her. He kept thinking to himself that she was the most beautiful woman that has ever existed. His hands began to sweat as thoughts of her filled his head. He tried to push them out and enjoy the show, but he couldn’t do it. She had utterly invaded his mind, and his fantasies ran wild. He couldn’t help but imagine what was under the dress she had on. He couldn’t resist thinking about her trailing her nails down his chest and through his hair. All he could think about was this object of beauty on stage before him.  

Grayson ordered another drink; perhaps that’s what spurred his sudden decision to talk to her after the show. The thought made him even more excited.

As the night went on, the show took an interesting turn. Ruby was, in fact, the villain! She’d removed her name from the will to throw everyone in the family off her trail. Meanwhile, she had already wired the money to her own accounts and, as the play ended, skipped town. The show came to a roaring close, and Ruby got the standing ovation as she came back out for her final bow. It appeared to Grayson as if she looked right at him and smiled.

Grayson went cold all over then very hot. The girl of his dream had just given him a smile.

The lights came up, and Grayson paid his check.  As he scrawled his name across the register tape and closed the leatherette folder, a gentleman approached his table to hand him a room key. Its envelope carried the emblem of the hotel across the street, and the man told him that a certain young lady from the cast had reserved it for him. 

Grayson’s mind began to race. He walked right over the hotel, taking a closer look at the key. Room 203. As he headed to the elevator, he could barely stand. His legs were jello, and his chest, heavy.  The doors opened on the second floor, and Grayson followed the room numbers descending to the left. As he turned the corner, he found Room 203 waiting for him. He paused a moment to calm his breathing before putting the key in the door and depressing the handle. 

He entered the room, and there standing in front of the window was “Ruby,” still in character, wearing the stage makeup and the black dress that had so tortured Grayson’s imagination. She turned toward him and walked a few steps closer. 

“I saw you watching me tonight,” she said. 

“A lot of people did,” Grayson replied.

“Not like you.” Ruby approached, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. Underneath was a lace lingerie set: a black bra with white trim and cheeky underwear to match.  She began to unbutton the top of Grayson’s shirt, kissing his chest and then up to his neck as she did. Grayson’s right hand found her back and pulled her warm body next to his. His wildest dream was coming true.

Grayson picked Ruby up and laid her on the bed, kissing her carmine lips softly and passionately. His mouth traversed the curve of her neck then down to her chest. Lace grazed his face as he breathed in her intoxicating scent. His fingers traced her cleavage, dipping into the bra that barely restrained her massive breasts.

He hooked one strap and slid it off slowly, following it down her neck and shoulder with his lips. Repeating this action on the opposite side, he could finally pull down the bra and reveal her beautiful, firm breasts. He marveled at the sight of them. They were bigger and softer than he could have imagined, with light brown areola of a perfectly round shape.

Grayson rubbed his thumb over the top of her left nipple in a twisting motion, and she bit her lip and let out a soft moan. He could tell she was enjoying the rough attention, so he continued, licking his thumb to add to the sensation.  His other hand slowly moved down her legs and under to feel her perfectly round ass. He squeezed, finding a handful to grab.

Ruby let out a little sigh; she was also living out her own dreams and fantasies. 

Grayson lowered his head and began to twist his tongue around each of Ruby’s nipples while slowly massaging her breast. He took both of them in his hands and gently gripped them. Then he went back to licking, taking a nipple in his mouth and beginning to suck—first tenderly, then harder as Ruby demanded. 

“Bite it,”  she said, pulling his hair. Grayson obliged and nibbled with a little bit of force while still running his tongue across the top of it.

Ruby then moved her hand down his stomach to the front of his pants, feeling his hard cock through his suit pants. She began to rub the outside of him and squeezed a few times to get a jolt out of him. His breath grew heavy as she started rubbing faster.

Soon, Ruby rolled Grayson over so that he was lying on the bed and she was on all fours on top of him. She put her enormous tits in his face and teased him, her nipples rubbing across the top of his face. She began to work her way down, kissing his chest and stomach until she reached his belt buckle and opened it. Grayson could hardly bear it.

Ruby took off Grayson’s belt and tossed it from the bed, then unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. She lowered his trousers to his thighs, revealing tight boxers. Now Ruby could see the outline of Grayson’s cock, and her body began to tingle. She rubbed her pointer finger over the head of it and bit her lip. Slowly, she pulled down the boxers and let his thick, hard cock spring forward.

Taking his shaft in her hand, Ruby began to rub up and down while inspecting its length and girth. She loved how swollen the head was and gave it a little lick, which nearly sent Grayson over the edge. He moaned, and Ruby couldn’t help but smile. She licked the head again then her lips moved down the shaft. She rubbed each side of his shaft with her face, and the soft skin blazed against her cheek.

“Mmmmm, so soft. I love how this feels,” Ruby said in delight. 

She licked the head again, then pursed her lips against the tip. Her brilliant blue eyes connected with Grayson’s as she kissed it. He couldn’t hold her gaze, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at the sensation. Then she let the dome enter her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. The swelling of his head proved his pleasure in her tactics.

Ruby took little more of his long shaft into her mouth every few seconds until the head hit the back of her throat. She began to bob her up and down, slowly at first, then faster as she got used to the length. Soon, Ruby bobbed up and down so fast that Grayson knew he’d explode. The sounds of her lips on his cock were enough to undo him, let alone the feeling she made build down deep inside him.

When Ruby could taste Grayson’s pre-cum, she got up. Standing on the bed, she slid her panties down and off, then sat on his cock. Then Ruby guided him in by the inch until she took him all, then she started bouncing on him with her tits in his face. She began to talk dirty to him, asking if he liked her riding him and her tits in his face.

All Grayson could do was moan as Ruby leaned her head and shoulders back so that her tits lifted toward the ceiling. Grayson loved how flexible she was. He took in the sight of Ruby’s long dark hair bouncing up and down. After a few moments, Ruby bent back down to give Grayson a long, passionate kiss, and he took full advantage of the move.

Taking her by surprise, Grayson flipped Ruby over onto her back. He seized both of her hands in his and began to thrust into her as her moans turned into screams of pleasure. Her voice must carry halfway down the hallway, he was sure.

The pounding of Grayson’s body into hers became too much to handle, and the first intense wave of ecstasy crashed over Ruby. She grabbed the sheets, and her toes curled. She nearly had to cover her face with a pillow to muffle her orgasmic cries.

The sight of her climax pushed Grayson to orgasm as well as Ruby wrapped her legs around him and brought him all the way; she wanted her orgasm to last as long as possible. He finally collapsed on the bed next to her, both of them heaving and covered in sweat. Ruby rolled over to him, her legs on his thigh and her head on his chest.  

“I’m so happy you got off work in time,”  she said with a smile.  

“I almost didn’t make it and nearly lost my ticket,” he said with a laugh. 

“Oh, no! Well, that would have just messed up the night,” Ruby answered. 

“I would have gotten in somehow. I wasn’t about to miss my wife getting a standing ovation,”  he replied. 

“I adore you,”  she said, smiling up at him. 

“Can’t wait for next week’s performance. Next time, I’ll leave you the room key,” Grayson said, laying his head back on the pillow and running his fingers through her hair.