"You know, I have no idea. I mean, it's Friday night, there must be something to do around here. Right?"
"Don't ask me. You're the guy who's been here before."
I gave her a sheepish shrug to my shoulders. "Yeah, but not like this. I think the last time I came to the beach I was fifteen, and no way were my parents letting me out on my own." I looked around the pizza place and got an idea. "When venturing into a new and unknown territory, it is best to ask members of the indigenous population for assistance."
"What are you talking about?"
"Let's ask the natives!" I turned around and waved to a couple of waitresses hanging around the counter. They saw me and looked at me curiously, so I gestured for them to come over. They were a couple of pretty and well tanned sun bleached blondes about our age. Once they came over, I asked them, "So, is there any action in this town on a Friday night?"
"Sure. What did you have in mind?", asked our waitress, a girl slightly shorter and blonder than the other girl.
"Oh, almost anything, I suppose. Any good bars or dance clubs around?"
The two girls both started talking at once, and we got names and directions for several places back off the beach. We thanked them and talked it over. Afterwards, we walked for a while and then went back to the Hilton, and I cornered a couple of the desk clerks and asked them the same question. A couple of the names they gave coincided with the ones we got from before, so that was where we would head.
"What should we wear?", asked Marilyn. She was pretty much a small town girl and out of her element, and Utica is not what one would call a hub of excitement. I wasn't sure if she had ever actually been to a bar or night club.
"It's pretty casual around here.", commented one of the clerks.
"Yeah, it's not like Manhattan.", said the other, in a definite Brooklyn accent.
"I'm guessing clean khakis and a sport shirt for me?" The two girls nodded, and I continued, "And maybe a miniskirt and top and heels for her?"
Marilyn's eyes widened at the thought, but the two clerks just grinned. They leaned over the counter and looked at her, and one girl, a short brunette, said, "Oh, definitely!"
"Absolutely!", agreed the second, a tall and skinny redhead. "God, I wish I had your figure! If you've got it, flaunt it!"
I laughed and pulled a shell shocked Marilyn over to the elevators. "I keep telling you, you're gorgeous. Now you've had independent confirmation!"
Marilyn blushed. "So what do you want me to wear?", she asked when we got to the suite.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind. "I want you to wear your shortest little skirt, your tightest little top, and your highest heels. ", I whispered to her. "You are going to look so good, nobody will notice if I show up looking like a homeless derelict!"
"You're crazy!", she protested, but then she went off to her room, while I went off to change out of my beach clothes.
I knew Marilyn would take between half an hour and an hour to change, so I took a quick shower and a shave. My outfit was pretty simple - clean khakis, a brightly colored short sleeve Hawaiian shirt, and my deck shoes. It wasn't suitable for a Manhattan nightclub, but this wasn't Manhattan.
I was waiting in the common room, where I had made a couple of drinks for us. Marilyn's I had left in her room while she was in the bathroom. She came out looking a little nervous, and my heart just about stopped. "Is this all right?", she asked.
"Holy shit!", I exclaimed. There was no way her parents knew she owned clothes that looked that good, because they would have locked her away in a nunnery! She had on a dressy red halter top, sort of in a tie-dye pattern, a tight little denim skirt that stopped at least six inches above the knee, and these high heeled sandals that lifted her about three inches and did the most amazing things to her ass and legs. "Wow!" I set my drink down and came closer.
"Is that a good wow or a bad wow?"
As I got closer I picked up her scent, a light floral that just magnified everything. I couldn't take my eyes off her legs. Marilyn isn't all that tall, and she doesn't have long legs, but oh, that shape - you just wanted to start licking at the bottom and work your way up! They looked so very nice and toned, if still fairly white, and so smooth and lickable!
"Oh, God, you look so good!"
Marilyn looked relieved, and turned to look in the mirror over the buffet, exposing the back of her halter top. It only had a couple of small straps at the bottom and the tie around the neck, exposing almost all of her back and sides. I think I was whimpering when I got to her.
I wrapped my hands around her from behind and inhaled that scent. I think it was something called "Rape and Pillage", or at least it should have been called that! I buried my face in her neck. "You look amazing!" I nibbled her collar and Marilyn moaned at the touch. I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts, naked except for the halter, and felt her nipples responding to me.
"Oh, Carling!", she sighed.
It was too much for me. I had to have her, right then and there, and I told her so! "I need you! Right now!"
"Carling?"
I popped the tie holding her top up and watched in the mirror as it slipped down, exposing those perfect tits. Then I licked down her back and knelt behind her. I pushed that little denim skirt up around her waist, so that I could pull her little cotton panties down and off her legs. Then I stood up behind her and pressed myself against her from behind.
"I am going to take you! Now!"
"Carl?"
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a foil wrapped condom, and then undid my slacks and pushed them and my briefs down. I kept Marilyn facing the mirror as I put the rubber on, and then I nudged her legs apart. We hadn't done doggy style yet, but I couldn't wait. That perfect little bubble butt, and those gorgeous legs, now at the perfect height, thanks to her heels; those amazing tits staring back at me from the mirror; that intoxicating perfume - "I need you!" I put my hands to her hips and bent my knees enough so that my wrapped cock slipped between her thighs. I reached around and guided my cock into her and was happy to see that she was as excited as I was. Her pussy was drenched.
I pushed forward, hard and fast, and Marilyn gasped. "God, I need you! I need to have you! I need to fuck you!" I pounded my cock into her from behind.
"Fuck me, fuck me!", she begged, panting. "Fuck me!"
It didn't take either of us long to come. I was too far gone, too excited, to last beyond the orgasm she had, and I pumped my load into the tip of the condom while her pussy was spasming around me. We humped mindlessly for a few moments more, as we came down from the orgasmic high. Then I looked at her reflection in the mirror. "I love you so much!"
She smiled, and then started giggling. "I love you too, but what got into you!"
"You are so amazing! I don't know if it was your legs, your tits, or that incredible perfume that drove me crazy!" I pulled away and removed the rubber, leaving me with a wet dick. Now what? I glanced down and saw Marilyn's panties laying on the floor at our feet. I picked them up and used them to wipe up with.