What I had planned was a nice overnight in San Francisco. Jon had been in the city plenty before, but I had a friend who owned a seven-room hotel in the city, a very romantic slightly gothic walk-up and I wanted to spend the night there. Not that another night of deep plowing wouldn't do this girl good, when I had booked the Red Style Time House I had been hopeful that the surroundings might prompt Jon's more dominant side. I had made the reservations when he solidified his visit and I was by no means trying to stage a scenario; first and foremost I thought the 'Red', as it was affectionately known, was simply delicious. But seeing that Jon had yet to even pat my ass, nor had we spoken about anything kinky, I was more than chomping at the bit to get him to that little brass and velvet hotel to see if we could start what we both knew was going to happen.

I did also think, as I very much did when thinking about Jon, that his avoidance of anything kinky, the doing or saying of it, was deliberate. The guy was crafty to a fault. He could simply be teasing me.

Coddling my doubts I didn't even hear him sidle up to me until I felt his breath on my neck and his hand tickle across my ass.

"Got a really good Brain Salad in near mint," he said as I instantly got wet and pushed my ass back into his hand. Had the ELP album or me got him going, I suddenly wondered.

I also suddenly didn't care.

"You feel like you want to get out of here," he said, rubbing his hand harder across my warming ass.

Standing as he was, the only thing the pierced patrons or spirited, yet still slightly indifferent sale's help could see was some long-haired guy standing close behind some wide-hipped girl. Sure you could tell there was a little groping going on, but who cared really...especially in Berkeley of all fucking places.

"I wonder if we can..."

The breath caught in my throat as much from Jon pulling at the loose black skirt I was wearing as from his unfinished inquiry. I instinctively moved to a deeper corner of the big basement room and let him press up against my ass even harder. We more or less rolled to near the beginning of the Bossa Nova section and I looked behind me as Jon pointed his chin in my shoulder. I stretched mine round to kiss him as he began to lift the folds of my skirt up my thighs.

I could feel Jon's erection poking into me despite his thick jeans and the fact I had a bunch of skirt bunched up on my ass between us.

"This is new, something public?" I sighed as he rubbed.

"I just saw your ass and thought..."

He had moved to kiss the back of my neck and I nearly lost my footing. Jon had yet to kiss the back of my neck and the very last thing he would suggest when we had our phone sex sessions was something so deeply romantic and yet so God-awful hot. Finding something new this man had yet to do to me and him doing it right then, I began to feel my pussy thump and my clit tingle.

"How much of this could we expose, ya think?"

I wasn't about to guess, seeing as he had the back of me exposed about up to the center of the back of my bare thighs!