Starting a new paige, p.6
Starting a New Paige, page 6
Paige said, “We’ll see. I’ll call you when we finish breakfast.”
Paige hung up and I asked, “What do you think she meant, ‘have everything ready?’”
Paige said, “Don’t know, but I bet it will be tons of fun!”
Paige had a knack for knowing when to just go with the flow and a crazy intuition about when to move things according to some plan she seemed to see in her own mind.
We sat on the sofa together and I held her head in my lap as we waited for our breakfast to arrive.
After 20 minutes or so, there was a knock at the door and a girl’s voice called out, “Room Service”
Paige jumped up and ran to the peephole to look out.
She said with a broad smile, “I think it’s for you. You never did tell me what happened with Rhonda yesterday!”
Chapter 7 - Breakfast With Rhonda
Paige stepped behind the door, still naked as always, and opened the door wide. There was Rhonda, completely topless in a short uniform skirt that came to mid-thigh. She was carrying a tray of breakfast with her blouse draped over her arm like a serving towel. Rhonda’s eyes were down, looking at the tray as she stepped quickly into the room, with a big grin on her face.
Rhonda had not seen either of us yet, and as she entered the room, she raised her eyes and saw me sitting on the sofa nude. A look of surprise took over, but it was a pleasant surprise.
She said, “I have breakfast, Sir. Would you like me to set it up on the patio?”
Apparently, Rhonda was not bothered by my nakedness and she was obviously prepared to take her flirting with me farther than yesterday.
I hadn’t expected this, and it wasn’t like me at all, and I had never been naked this publicly before, but I smiled as if it were perfectly natural and said, “Yes, thank you, Rhonda. You look beautiful by the way.”
She beamed and said, “Thank you, Sir. I kind of left something here yesterday, so…”
Paige closed the door and revealed herself standing behind it. Rhonda heard the sound of the door closing and turned to see Paige standing there as naked as she had been in the shower, the day before.
The girl cried out, “Oh, Miss, I am sorry! I…,”
She was still holding the breakfast tray with both hands, looking like she wanted to cover her breasts, but there was nothing she could do.
Rhonda exclaimed, “… I didn’t think this through, Miss. I just…I was thinking about yesterday, and I thought it would be a cool surprise, but I…um, I didn’t know the Sir would not be dressed, and you did open the door for me, but I shouldn’t have taken liberties and undressed before I came in and…oh no, I’m going to get fired, aren’t I?”
Paige stepped in and said, “Don’t be silly, Rhonda. You just wanted to treat us to a nice breakfast, didn’t you? And it does look really tasty, and you look very pretty. No one will get in trouble. You don’t do this all the time, I know that. You just thought that after our talk yesterday that you wanted to make sure that we had fun this morning. You aren’t going around flashing your boobs at every male guest in the resort, and Mr. Jensen is special and I love that you would do that for him. Everything is wonderful.”
Rhonda nodded sheepishly.
She asked, “Is it, Miss? Yes, Miss, and um, I had fun yesterday…um, talking to you in the shower was…well, you are really beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, Miss, I am not, you know, I don’t do it with girls or anything like that. So, but this is what you wanted me to do?”
Paige smiled and said, “Of course. What could be nicer than having breakfast in the nude on the patio, being served by a beautiful young waitress - with fantastic tits by the way! My compliments! But I guess I do need to hear the story about what happened while I was in the shower yesterday, don’t I?”
She said the last bit with a slight tease in her voice.
I had never heard Paige tease me or anyone else we had met. Of course, that was only Claire so far, but this was good-natured and appeared to be just what Rhonda needed to reassure her right now.
Rhonda started, “Well, um, yesterday…”
Paige said sweetly, “Oh, Sweetie, I don’t really need to hear about it. Let’s have breakfast. I think outside on the veranda sounds lovely. I love the word ‘veranda’. Rhonda, you don’t mind serving us naked, do you?”
Rhonda’s eyes went wide and she said, “No, Miss, that would be fine, Miss! So, you don’t want me to…?”
Paige said, “No, Silly. Stay just how you are. If we want you to take off more clothes, we will tell you and you can choose to or not. You want to be topless right now, so I want you to be topless right now! Because that’s what you want.”
Rhonda giggled, “Thank you, Miss! Oh, Thank You for not getting me in trouble! Oh…just thank you for everything. Claire asked me if I wanted to bring the tray up. I don’t work in the restaurant, but she asked me if I wanted to. I did work in a fancy restaurant once, but now I’m just in Housekeeping… Oh, Thank You!”
Rhonda was babbling – and she was starting to cry.
She said, “Anyway, please follow me to your table. My name is Rhonda, and I will be serving you this morning. If you don’t mind, I mean, if you like, I will be happy to stay and serve your breakfast while you eat. I mean if you want…me to?”
She started to lose her composure again.
Paige assured her, “My dear if you would stay, we would both be thrilled.”
Rhonda set the tray on the patio table and began setting out the dishes and place settings. She had brought a small vase with a rose in it for the centerpiece and placed it between Paige and me as we took seats about a third of the way around the table from each other. This arrangement let us sit near each other, but left room for Rhonda to step between us for serving.
When she was done, she said, “Is everything satisfactory?”
She said it as if she wasn’t at all sure and that it was the most important thing in the world to her that it would be.
I said, “Rhonda, it is lovely. Would you be more comfortable if I put something on, or wrapped a towel around myself?”
She responded, “Yesterday, your um, well, she said that I could flirt with you if I wanted to because she said I was really pretty and that you two hadn’t been together long and that she…” and she looked over at Paige to see if she had said too much.
Paige said, “Go on, you can tell him. I’m not embarrassed about it, that’s why I asked if you could help me.”
Rhonda continued, “OK, anyway, she told me that she really loved you, but she didn’t really know what to do and stuff and said that if I knew what to do, maybe I could give her some pointers. She said that I could flirt with you all that I wanted, and even, um, let you see me topless or something. So, I kind of did as I left yesterday, and I kind of got into it and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and this morning, I just wanted to come see you both again. Is it still OK?”
Paige smiled and prompted the girl to go on, asking, “So, you really enjoyed flirting that way? And showing him your tits?”
Rhonda said, “Yes, Miss! I really did. I can’t believe I am saying this. So, Sir,…”
Paige smiled and said, “So, you would really like it if Mr. Jensen kept his clothes off?”
Rhonda blushed and said, “Miss, if it’s OK, Miss. Oh, gosh. I might as well tell you. OK, here goes. I can’t believe I’m being this way. OK, I’ll say it. I have never really been with a man before, not out in the open. I had sex a few times when I was at college, but it was in the dark and I didn’t really like it. I liked the idea of it, but I think the guy I was with was no good at it. I played around and stuff, but I always made them pull out before they could finish, because, well, if you aren’t having fun, why bother and pretend? OK, it was really only once and I made the guy leave when it started to hurt. I mean, why does it have to hurt?
So, after a while, I just stopped having boyfriends or dating. But here is the embarrassing part. After that, I started to, um, experiment on myself. Um, I actually really like sex now, just not with another person. Is that too weird? Do you want me to leave now?”
Paige burst out, “Oh, gosh no! Rhonda, don’t leave, please! I think I am falling in love with you. But I don’t do girls either, but I just mean, like, we could be really close friends.”
Rhonda squealed, “Yes! That’s how I feel too! Yesterday when we talked, and the way that you talked about Mr. Jensen and how much you love him, well it got me thinking again about men. Um, real men, you know what I mean? Like Mr. Jensen.”
Paige said, “Rhonda, tell me the truth, have you ever thought about Mr. Jensen before? You have, haven’t you? My gosh, you totally have!”
Rhonda exclaimed, “Yes, I Have! Are you mad at me? Please don’t be mad. I would never want him to cheat on you or anything. Um, let me explain, OK? Please don’t be mad. See, he has been coming here to the resort for like three years, and several of the girls think he’s a total hunk. We know we couldn’t ever do anything except say, ‘Good Morning, Sir’, but some of the girls, well, I, have said that what we would really like to say is, ‘Good Morning, Sir, did you sleep well? Last night was wonderful. Please, Sir, can I have another? Oh, gosh, I’m so fired.”
Paige laughed and said, “You are not! And I’m not mad at all. In fact, let’s play a game. Rhonda, you can tell me, and Mr. Jensen, any fantasy you want to. That’s what it is, right? A sexy fantasy. Who could be offended by that? Go ahead. It will be part of serving breakfast. A good breakfast and a racy story for entertainment. That’s all it is, right?”
Rhonda’s eyes went wide in excitement as she said, “We don’t really mean anything by it, Miss, really! But, when I saw you in the shower and I knew that you were going to get out and be with him, I felt kind of turned on. And, then you said I could flirt with him, and I couldn’t believe it. And, when I got to the door, I did. I didn’t really know if he was watching me, but I hoped he was. You asked me to think of something extra nice I could maybe do for him, but offering him my breasts to look at was all I could think of. And I was maybe not thinking rationally and stuff.”
Paige asked with a wicked grin, “Dear, if I had invited you to jump in the shower with me, just to talk, what would you have done?”
Rhonda said, “Yesterday? I don’t know. Right now, after how kind you have been and how I feel about you both now that I have told you everything, I would strip naked and jump in and wash your back. And if you called Mr. Jensen to join us, I would wash him too! Oh, gosh, yes! That is exactly what I would want to do! I have to get fired after this! But I don’t care. I’m so screwed.”
Paige said under her breath, “Not yet. We’ll see.”
I’m sure that Rhonda heard her.
Then, Paige said, “Wow, Rhonda, that sounds really nice. As an erotic fantasy. I can’t swear that we will get the chance to do that, but I was really hoping that you would say that. That would be fun, wouldn’t it? As a nice fantasy. You can’t get fired for telling us a nice story if we ask you to. So, will you keep flirting with Mr. Jensen? For me? I want you to! It will just be part of the entertainment. And it won’t be cheating, I promise.”
Rhonda smiled broadly and said, “OK!”
She seemed to think for a few seconds and then smiled and said, “Oh, Mr. Jensen, can I offer you some buns for breakfast? Please feel free to help yourself to anything you like. I wrapped them specially for you this morning.”
Rhonda twirled around quickly, and her skirt flaring out, giving a peek at her pretty rear-end and the tiny lace G-String she wore.
I said, “Rhonda, those are magnificent buns! I would love some of that.”
Rhonda grinned and said, “Oh, Sir, they aren’t ready yet. You will have to wait.”
She smiled wickedly, happy with herself for flirting so blatantly.
Then she said, “Oh, Sir, Miss, there is also a package.”
Rhonda took a small package from the breakfast tray and handed it to me. I opened the small express-mail box and examined the contents. Old Page had told me that she was sending something, but it had only been a few hours. I took each item from the box and looked at it.
There was a platinum prepaid debit card with a note that showed the balance as $10,000, a key that looked like it was to a locker at an airport, and two prescription bottles: one for full dosage Cialis, and one for the milder daily dosage.
I handed the bottle to Paige, and after reading the label, she took a pill out of the full dosage bottle and said seriously, “Take this now!”
I took the pill from her hand and swallowed it with the glass of water that Rhonda had prepared.
Paige took the contents, placed them back in the box, and set it aside.
I spoke next, saying, “Rhonda, the table is lovely. You look lovely. By the way, thank you for the gifts you gave me yesterday. They are perfect. I will treasure the memories, and the little something you left me. I do intend to keep it you know?”
Now that the painful explanations were out of the way, Rhonda was free to respond more openly.
Rhonda blushed and said, “Of course Sir, I was asked to do something special for you…” and glancing at Paige, “and I um, just…anyway, I am so glad you liked it, Sir!”
Paige was obviously very happy with how things were going and I started to get into the spirit of it. Paige was ‘highly sexual’ and wanted us to be good friends with these girls. She had said herself, ‘friends with benefits’. I had no idea how far she intended that to go. I don’t think that she did either. Paige seemed to be playing it by ear.
Paige had insisted that Claire absolutely not call her ‘Miss’, but she was seemingly happy to let Rhonda do so, and for Rhonda to call me ‘Sir’. There is no way that Paige would have any kind of ‘class mentality’, so what was that about? I guess that Paige had guessed that this was the role that made Rhonda most happy. She seemed to be right.
The sight of Rhonda’s ‘buns’ and the openness between all of us at the moment emboldened me in a way that I would never have expected.
I said, “Rhonda, Dear?”
Rhonda said, “Yes Sir?” and straightened up a bit and even pushed her breasts out somewhat.
I said, “I would like to decorate the table just a bit more. Is there anything else you could give me that seems appropriate under the circumstances?”
Rhonda didn’t look so much shocked as thrilled. Without a word, she lifted her skirt and slid down her panties, stepped out of them, and handed me the very tiny lace G-String that she had worn to work this morning, probably in hopes of more interaction with Paige and I today. She had told us to ask for her by name if we had any reason at all that she could come to our room.
I took them appreciatively and delicately hung them over the flower on the table.
“Perfect!” Paige said in approval.
Rhonda said, “I, um wore them this morning…” and then let her voice trail off.
We ate for a few minutes and then Paige, still looking at her plate, about to take another bite said, “Rhonda, I think Mr. Jensen would like some honey with his breakfast. Mr. Jensen got to taste my honey this morning and he seemed to love it. He pushed two fingers into my honey pot and sucked it off of them. He seems to really like honey. I would give him more of mine, but you are closer to him. Would you like him to taste your honey this morning? If it isn’t ready, you can make him wait until the buns are ready. But I don’t think that he would hurt you at all this time.”
Rhonda frowned and asked, “Miss?”
Paige said, “Mr. Jensen is really enjoying your flirting, just look in his lap. I know that you are having fun too. If you want to, it would be OK with me if you want to turn around so that Mr. Jensen can taste some of your honey from your honey pot. I know you have never served honey before, but you have such a lovely little pot and I know that you would love sharing some. Believe me, I loved it! I felt wonderful when he touched me. If you want to feel how that feels, when a ‘real man’ touches you, I give you permission. But, like I said, you can make him wait if you want to.”
Rhonda looked a little embarrassed at the suggestion but excited at the same time.
She asked Paige, “Touch me? Like with his fingers? Inside?”
Her embarrassment was just at the frankness and openness of Paige; she really did want to do everything Paige hinted at. It was just moving very quickly and she had never really been with a tender man and didn’t know what to expect. And yet, it was like a dream come true for her. I knew the feeling.
Paige said, “Rhonda dear, you don’t have to. You can think that it was a silly joke, part of our erotic storytelling if you want to. But if you do want to let him touch you and afterward put his fingers in his mouth and see how wonderful your pretty honey pot tastes, you can. You have been so sweet, and sexy, and I have loved everything you have given him so far, and this is completely up to you. You feel like a very, very special friend already. If you want to go that far, you may. With my blessing.”
Rhonda looked at Paige and slowly turned her back to me. Watching Paige’s face closely, probably looking for reassurance, she spread her legs to just over shoulder-width and bent forward at the waist. She steadied herself by placing her hands on her knees and then closed her eyes.
Rhonda waited. Her skirt was still down to her thighs, so I gently reached out and placed my hands on each side of her hips and slid them up the outsides of her legs, up to her waist, exposing her naked ass and pussy. Rhonda was shaved, young, and very beautiful. I say young, but she was actually 28, and so very, very beautiful.
Chapter 8 - Tasting Rhonda
I took my time and moved slowly. I first licked the two first fingers of my right hand and set them at the entrance to Rhonda’s slit. Rhonda had confessed that she had never had a pleasurable experience with a man, and I definitely wanted this to be pleasurable for her. I didn’t have all that much sexual experience either, but I knew that the secret was customer satisfaction and making sure that your customers always wanted to do business with you again. I drew my finger gently across Rhonda’s slit from top to bottom and then licked the little bit of moisture on the tip and said, “Oh, that is delicious. Rhonda, may I have some more? That was wonderful.”
