Implausible Deniability Ch. 01

Chapter One

What Doesn't Happen in Vegas

We'd flown into Tampa a couple days early in order to be rested for the conference. Lana and I were there to represent our regional office. We'd worked together before but weren't currently. I was there as a budget analyst and she as a project lead.

Our last flight was delayed and we were late getting in, so I was in no mood for the for the River Street Marriott of all fucking properties to tell me I didn't have a room. Lana could see my frustration. "Let me handle this, Brad, I know the manager a little and you know I just had to take that fucking corporate negotiation class in Montreal." Her humor and offer of assistance mollified me and I went to get a drink at the lobby bar.

I took my time with a double scotch on rocks. Still, I was just finishing it by the time Lana got there, holding up two keycards. She wasn't smiling triumphantly but she wasn't unhappy either. She slid me one of the keycards. Room 902. Top floor but one. OK.

"Good news. We've both got a room!"

"Bad news," I prompted.

"Drinks first," she suggested.

"I just..."

"Order another, we need to talk," she suggested.

I ordered a single, neat, with water on the side. She ordered a Pinot. Both arrived promptly. I took a short sip of mine and Lana took a healthy pull of hers.

"So..." I prompted.

She flipped her card over on the table. Room 902.

"Shit," I protested. "No. HR will lose their fucking minds!"

"HR doesn't need to know. I got Martin to fudge the receipts so we're both paying for separate single rooms."

"It's a suite then?"

"It's what they call a junior suite."

"Two baths?"

"One."

"Two beds at least, yeah?"

"One. But I have a plan."

"C'mon, Lana, I'm not sharing a bathroom and dossing on a couch for a friggin' week!"

"It's just til Tuesday when your room opens up," she said, "and I think it doesn't even have to come to that. Lets, go have a look, yeah?"

"Ok," I assented and tossed back my drink. Lana finished hers in a couple swallows and we set off for the elevators.

"Bags are up there already," she said noticing my glance at the front desk.

"So," I asked "What's your plan?"

"It's a big bed."

"Lana, no! Just the fucking optics..."

"Brad," she stopped me, "I'm a happily married woman. We're both adults. We're not attracted to each other. We're both responsible professionals. Just wait till you see it," she assured me.

It was the not attracted part that got my attention. The casual way she'd said it. The fact that she'd said it at all. I mean, I'd never stopped to consider it. Now I did. I glanced over at her as the elevator dinged. She got out first and damned if I wasn't staring at her ass and legs and considering it as she led the short way down the hall to our suite.

OK. The bed was huge. Like handball court huge. Where they got the fucking sheets for the thing I couldn't guess. Sail-maker's maybe. Still. Other than that, the room was still a room, not a true suite. It had a generous sitting area with a couch, two armchairs, a roll-top desk, and a balcony. Big whoop. Still one room.

"I'll take the couch."

"Nonsense," Lana said, tipping the porter generously. "Look how big it is. We'll never see each other, let alone come into physical contact," she assured me.

"I roll around in my sleep," I said.

"I know karate," she said with Keaneau Reeves' intonations and a vague hand waving gesture.

Her humor won me over. "Okay," I agreed. Then, "I need to shower and hit the rack. How's that gonna work?"

"You shower, put on one of these huge plush robes, have a seat in that comfy chair there. Once I'm in the shower, you slip into your pajamas, then have a nightcap while I shower and get into bed. Then you turn out the lights, get in on your side of the south forty here and we both get a good night's sleep."

"Sounds great. I didn't pack pajamas."

"Me neither," Lana said, then added gratuitously, "I sleep in the raw, too."

I let the assumption pass, tried to put a sudden mental image of Lana naked out of my mind, and focused on the problem. "So how..."

"Lights off," she said; "out of sight, out of mind. And when we get up - the bathrobes here are practically tents. Big, soft, comfy. opaque tents."

Finally, too tired to continue to argue, I fished my toiletry bag out of my kit and said, "I get the shower first."

"Fine," Lana said, "that's all part of the plan."

"And you're paying for the minibar bill," I added just before closing the bathroom door.

I cleaned up quickly and felt almost human after a quick but deliciously hot shower. My ablutions done, I donned a robe as thick, opaque and generously cut as Lana had promised, and opened the door far enough to call out, "I'm done. You decent?"

"I'm dressed, if that's what you mean," Lana quipped.

I stepped out of the bath carrying my toilet kit. I plonked it down on top of my suitcase and wandered over to the minibar to grab a drink. I was intent on following Lana's plan to the letter at least in that respect. I spied a favorite single malt on display and grabbed two mini's. Fuck it: Lana's paying, I told myself.

Then I spied Lana headed to the bathroom, barefoot but wrapped in a thick robe; the twin of mine. I saw a flash of gold charm bracelet around one ankle but scarcely gave it a thought. Sometimes jewelry is just jewelry, I told myself.

I was still nursing my double nightcap neat when Lana emerged from the bathroom. I kept my eyes chastely on the book I'd been reading on my Kindle app.

"See," Lana said, "These robes are so big and thick you can't see anything."

"Mmm-Hmm," I agreed without looking up. I took what was likely the penultimate sip of my drink and skipped back a couple of sentences to catch what I'd missed.

"I mean, with such thick, baggy robes like these, you'd be hard pressed to even imagine what my tits and hard nipples look like, let alone my cute ass and pussy."

That second-to-last sip went right up my fucking nose!

I sputtered. When I looked up, the robe - if it could even be called such - that Lana was wearing was definitely not anything from the Marriott laundry.

She stood in front of the balcony door, silhouetted by a floor lamp. What she wore was vaguely white in color. That's where any resemblance to the Marriott robes ended. It barely covered the top half of her ass. It barely covered anything, so sheer was it. Lana's nipples stood out firm and clearly defined where they pressed the flimsy fabric. And between her brazenly spread thighs, I could clearly make out the silhouette of a thick but neatly-coiffed pubic bush and the swell of prominent and nicely shaped outer labia. Below the robe, her shapely thighs and legs stretched all the way to the floor. That ankle bracelet glittered above one perfectly pedicured foot, the toes done in dark red lacquer. The woman I'd never thought about sexually, even in passing stood before me nearly naked and prompting my cock to fill up to full, stiff, throbbing erection.

Having gotten my attention, Lana slowly marched towards me. "And the belts. They're so thick and tie so snugly... There's almost no chance they'd slip and slide open." As she neared me, Lana helped her own garment to do just that, tugging the simple knot of its ties and letting it fall open. The collar fell away and both sides caught on and hung from her hard nipples. The curls of her thick, well-trimmed bush were moist and the auburn pubes cast a ruddy glow above thick, smoothly-shaved labia. She was displayed for me to see in all of her glory.

"So if there's no chance that mine would come undone, then there's even less fear that you'd get aroused and find yourself with your stiff cock peeking out of your robe. And even if you did get an erection for one reason or another, there's no chance I'd ever notice. I mean, these robes are so thick and well tied, you'd never expect your robe to just fall open and let me see your hard cock, would you?"

Lana's naughty dark green eyes glistened as she stared intently, expectantly at my waistline.

Okay, I thought, This is some bat-shit crazy kink, but she's hot as fuck and it's kink I can get into; kink I can work with. I untied my robe with one tug at the belt. Pulling the thick folds apart and spreading my legs, I let my now almost fully erect boner bob free in the air conditioning.

Lana knelt on the floor in front of my cock. "That's right." She was referring perhaps to my decision to expose myself to her? Fuck it. There were worse things than having a horny hot near naked woman admiring your cock.

"And if we can't see anything naughty, we cant' want anything naughty," she said, leaning in to examine my cock and balls closely; so closely that her warm, moist breath bathed my sack in tingles and sent shivers up my shaft.

I knocked back the last swallow of my drink as she raised her hands to frame my erect member. She brought them so very close but never touched me. She licked her lips and my cock twitched in response. A quiet gasp escaped her throat.

"That's right," I said, echoing her.

Her intense gaze and her proximity to my now achingly hard member induced a trance-like state. For both of us, I think. She continued to size me up, her hands always moving, always so close, always never touching.

When she made an "O" with both her hands and started air stroking my dick, one hand on top of the other, that's when I really started paying attention, intent to play my proper part in whatever kinky fantasy playbook she was working from. She never so much as grazed me with her palms but watching her hands work around my shaft was deeply erotic.

She took her hands back and ran her palms up her flanks to cup her generous breasts and pinch her hard nipples. She leaned forward and her lips stretched wide to spread around my glans. I could feel her hot breath. I could feel the heat of her mouth. But no part of her ever touched me. Not until... She spread her jaws wide and took the top third of my cock into her mouth, still without ever touching me with anything but her hot breath. I sat there marveling at the heat of her mouth as I watched a strand of saliva drip from the tip of her tongue, across her lips, and down onto my now very taut, smooth balls.

As quickly as it arrived, the moment shattered. Lana stood up, still hotter than naked, still pretending she was wrapped in an opaque hotel robe, rather than a sheer bit of gossamer fuck-me-now-screaming lingerie.

"It'll just take me a moment to get settled, then you can turn the lights out and come to bed, okay?"

"Sure. Take your time," I said, watching my achingly engorged cockhead pulse at the tip of my quivering cock.

I thumbed her saliva off of my nutsack and smeared the translucent glob against my glans, the fluid mixing with the precum that was now oozing out of my urethra.

"Okay, all set," she said. I turned out the lights and found my way in the dim to my side of the bed. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that the shadowy outline of Lana under the covers was nowhere near as far away as I'd expected it to be. There was still plenty of room on my side of the bed, but there was a whole lot of mattress on the other side of her still. She'd significantly reduced our 'safety margin'.

Still game, I settled in to bed, managing not to make body contact with Lana, but just barely. I could feel the heat of her radiating against my flank as I pulled the sheet up and laid back against the pillow. My cock throbbed with pleasantly painful hardness in my hand and my balls ached deliciously, promising that they were busy working up a copious amount of hot semen. I was gonna have a good cum tonight even if I ended up having to go stroke one out in the bathroom.

"You all settled in way over there," Lana asked. She spoke very softly but still sounded like she was right next to my ear.

"Yeah, I'm fine. All tucked in, thanks."

"See? This works out great. You can tell just by how far away my voice sounds that I'm way to far away for anything accidental to happen, right?"

"Right. Safe as houses," I agreed.

"I mean even if I rolled over in the night and my arm stretched all the way out in my sleep, I could never even reach far enough to bother you." She reached out and her hand lifted the sheet away from my midriff and hovered over my groin. "And even if I did, somehow manage to reach that far - by accident - there's almost no chance my hand would land accidentally on anything naughty or improper... like your cock."

Lana's hand did just that. I slid my hand away and her soft, supple fingers wrapped around my stiff member, sending warm tingly thrills through my tummy and balls. I groaned softly.

"And even if that did happen," she continued, her hands lightly stroking my member, "we'd both be asleep and we'd never even notice a little accident like that."

"No, I suppose we wouldn't," I agreed, my voice tense with suppressing a groan.

"Oh, our sleeping brains might interpret something like that as a really sexy dream, but that's all," she assured.

"You seem to have a good grasp...," I ventured and her hand squeezed my cock slightly. "Ah! ...of how the brain interprets... uh... external stimulus."

"Psychology undergrad," she said. This makes more sense now, I thought dryly before having my attention brought back to her warm fingers teasing the hot throbbing fuck out of my aching stiffie.

"One time...," she continued, then stopped, as if she'd thought better of it. Her hand, not coincidentally, stopped moving and just gripped my shaft ever so achingly lightly. "Oh, I really, shouldn't," she corrected herself, "It's just so naughty!..."

"I don't mind," I offered, prompting. "I'm not... uh, not uncomfortable with naughty." My present discomfort had everything to do with naughty, but that wasn't the same thing.

"OK, then: Can I tell you a secret? Just to illustrate my point, of course," she added, running her thumb deliciously over the precum-oiled swell of my cockhead.

"I'm very discreet," I offered. At this point my whole body and brain were buzzing with the thrill of this weird campfire ghost story kind of aura that she'd managed to wrap around what was essentially just a slightly nutty hotwife grabbing a handful of my dick. Still, it was inescapable. She had me wrapped and rapt.

"I usually dream pretty vividly. Especially when I'm having an erotic dream," she purred. Her hand resumed stroking my cock and then slid down to explore my balls with her soft, hot fingertips.

"I think that's a lot of people," I said, not really able to make better conversation at that point, "I know I'm that way."

She giggled softly, "Good. So you get it." Oh, I totally got it.

"Yeah," I husked.

"So: One time I had this really vivid dream. I mean it was so naughty and seemed so real." She'd lifted my ballsack and was stroking one expensively-manicured fingernail ever so lightly against my taint. By the way the sheets moved next to me I could tell that she'd cocked one leg up, tenting the sheets with her knee.

"Uh-huh?"

"First. You have to know - and this is just between us - I love giving head. I mean I really love having a nice hot cock in my mouth. Sometimes I think there are some wires crossed between my vagina and my throat, because when I've got a hot, thick cock in my mouth, I get so very very wet." I could hear soft, moist sounds as she played with herself. I imagined her fingering herself as she played with my cock and balls, spreading her moist lips with her fingertips.

"I get that," I said into the pause, sensing that she wanted conversational encouragement. "I have a very similar relationship with... uh! ...cunnilingus."

She let out a soft coo and I heard more wet noises coming from between her legs.

"So now that you know that," she purred, her voice deeply hypnotic, husky with arousal, "this really vivid dream... I was giving head. I dreamed I had this nice juicy cock in my mouth," her fingers curled around my shaft and resumed stroking me. "And I was mouthfucking that hot fucker like mad!" Her grip tightened just a bit and she stroked her thumb up from the base of my cock, teasing out a thick dribble of precum that I felt wash slickly over my engorged glans.

"And wouldn't you know, I woke up just before that cock would have jetted dreamy wads of hot cum down my throat." Her hand slipped away from my cock and I suddenly saw myself ending up having to stroke one out in the bathroom. But the sheets rustled and were drawn down off of me and in the dim light, I saw her her kneeling with her head above my midriff, her hair hanging down to brush my cock with the soft ends.

"And you know what I found when I woke up? The whole reason for the dream?"

"No, what was it," I sighed as she brushed her hair all around my cock, my balls, my thighs, my pelvis. It was an agonizingly sweet sensation.

"I woke up to find my favorite dildo clenched in my hand." She wrapped one hand around my cock again. "I'd apparently rolled over in the night and grabbed it," she husked, "and just from the sensation of that cock-shaped, cock-sized thing in my hand," she gripped the base of my cock firmly in her hand, "my brain concocted this whole vivid dream about..."

Her hot mouth closed around my glans and her tongue swirled around it deftly, then her mouth slipped wetly and noisily from me, "this vivid dream about giving head." Her mouth closed around me again and marched down my shaft, her lips tugging and her teeth scraping against the achingly taut, over-stretched skin of my cock. She came off the top again,

"about having this nice..." suck "...hard..." suck, suck, sclurp "...cock..." suck, swirl, lick "...ah!...so fucking deep in my throat..."

She swallowed me. Steadily and deliberately, her lips wrapped around my cock and glided all the way down to the root. I felt my cockhead bounce off the roof of her mouth and slip smoothly down her cock-loving throat. She mouth-fucked me then. Steadily, deliberately; moaning softly around my cock and obviously relishing the feeling of it stretching her mouth and jaws.

She worked my cock steadily towards a strong plateau. Then backed off, banking my fire. Twice more she brought me to where I could sense the approaching peak of my climax, but not quite reach it before she backed off again. Fuck! Maybe torture is her real kink, I thought desperately. If it was, I didn't know how much more I could stand. But I fucking knew I sure as hell wanted to find out.

After the last time showing me the mountain top and then tugging me back down, her mouth slid from my cock trailing thick ropes of precum-tinged saliva that drizzled across my pelvis and balls.

"And, 'kah! In that moment," she went on in her hypnotic cant, "In that ... huh! ... moment I was so disappointed that my dream had ended when it did, that I didn't get the chance to feel that hot cock gushing buckets of gooey cum down my throat ... ahhh! ... so disappointed that ... mmmmh ... you know what I did?"

"No. Tell me."

"I shouldn't," she whispered. "It's so fucking naughty. And not relevant to my earlier point."

She wanted some begging. Okay, I'd plead. "Please. Please tell me! I'm so very curious now!" I pumped my hips, fucking her lose fist with my greased cock.

"You really wanna know," she teased.

"Yes, please! Now I'm just dying to know!"

"I was so disapointed, and my pussy was so worked up, that I grabbed that thick cock." She squeezed the root of my shaft tightly. "I rolled over right there and spread my legs." She rolled onto her back beside me, still gripping my cock firmly. "I shoved that thick dildo in my hungry pussy." She lifted one leg in the air and tugged on my cock. I followed, letting her guide me, careful not to bump against her and break whatever was left of the fourth wall.