Darcie Gets it Good
A Texas girl learns all about WAM from a Yankee.

Prologue

My name is Darcie M. and I am one of the evening desk clerks at an all suite hotel in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. That's all I can say so I don't give away who I am or where I work since much of what I am about to tell you is against hotel policy. I asked Wetgalfan to have this published on the archive since I wanted as many people as possible to know about how a wonderful guy has given me a whole new way to get turned on that I never knew existed. Now, if you want to skip over reading about how I met him, interspersed with some descriptions of me in wet clothes and jump right to me getting mercilessly pied, then skip Part I and go directly to Part II.

Part I

Still with me? Good! Now like I was saying, I work evenings behind the desk at an all suite hotel one of those chains that gives you a bedroom, living room and kitchenette for just a little more than most regular hotel rooms. I'm twenty-four, brunette, five-foot-five and really curvy. Some would call me full-figured. Not fat full-figured, Jane Russell/Marilyn Monroe full figured. I usually wear heels to work to gain a little height and I wear very thin rectangular rimmed glasses. My hair is usually up in a bun when I'm working to keep it out of the way and in my business suit hotel uniform, I've been told I look like a sexy librarian. I'm naturally flirty. I can't help it. Whenever I'm around guys, especially cute ones, I put on my biggest grin, sometimes cocking my head a little and I find some excuse to compliment them and lightly brush up against them. I don't mean anything by it, and I hope I've not gotten too many of them in trouble with their wives and girlfriends. It's just the way I'm wired.

Anyway, a large national company has a training center in its local office here and we have the contract to host the employees who come here for training. It's technical work that they teach there, so it's mostly guys who come. Dating guests is strictly against the rules, so other than just being my naturally friendly self, I don't get much contact with them. Sometimes I have to pick them up at the end of the day with our hotel shuttle. Sometimes it's nice and sometimes it's like chauffeuring a bunch of junior high boys.

That's the way it was with this particular class, all except for one guy. He seemed embarrassed by the others' behavior and language and even apologized for them when I drove them back to the hotel on the first evening. I thanked him and assured him that their people come through all the time and I'd heard it all, but it was nice to meet a real gentleman in the bunch for a change (my natural flirtiness coming through). He looked more mature than the rest of them, mid-thirties maybe. While all of the other guys spent their evenings that first week in the bars, he would either be at the swimming pool or in the lobby reading a book or watching TV. That's when I began to learn more about him. I had judged about right. He was thirty-two.

You look a lot younger than that, I said, not being able to help flirting. (He was really cute!)

I guess it's having three girls at home, Jim told me.

Three girls! I said. It's a wonder you're hair isn't completely gray!

He laughed and replied, They're nine, seven and five. I'm a big kid at heart and having younger ones keeps you thinking young too.

I found out that his wife had died about a year ago. They all missed her incredibly, but he confessed to me that he simply missed companionship the most. I was learning really intimate details about Jim. Guess I was just easy for him to open up to. And I was becoming more and more interested. I'd dated my share of shallow, self-centered men in college and afterward, (I'll touch on that more later.), but here was a deep guy with a lot to give. As the week went on, we began to share deeper and deeper details about our lives.

He had driven down so on Friday I innocently asked Jim if he had any plans for the weekend. Now once again dating guests was against hotel policy, but I was beginning to feel stirrings of desire and I wanted to be around him somewhere other than the hotel lobby.

I was thinking about checking out Turner Falls up in Oklahoma on Saturday, he said.

That place is great! I said, immediately perking up at the mention of one of my very favorite places in the world. My parents took us there camping every summer when I was growing up. Turner Falls is a park with unbelievable natural swimming areas, one of them at the base of a waterfall. There are slides and diving boards and while lifeguards are usually stationed, they aren't over-zealous and blowing whistles at every little thing you do. They let you have fun, especially if your two brothers think fun is dunking you under over and over. I got really excited describing it to him and without even thinking said, I'm off work tomorrow. We should go together!

Aren't I sort of old for you? he asked me. And are you allowed to date guests?

Why does it have to be a date? I asked, really wanting it to be. I'll say I'm taking my sister and you can tag along.

I was the youngest until Mom and Dad had a surprise when I was eight. Ashley was sixteen now.

Okay, you've talked me into it, he relented.

I hope you're all still with me and haven't skipped to Part II yet because this is where it starts getting good.

One thing, I said, don't be surprised when I swim in my clothes tomorrow. It's sort of a family tradition to swim that way at Turner Falls. Actually, it was sort of a family tradition to swim that way anywhere. We weren't exactly poor, but most people around us didn't have pools and neither did we because it was a rural area and nearly everyone had a lake, pond or creek on their property. In Texas, long stretches of dry summer weather over one hundred degrees (Fahrenheit) are common. Most families, mom's and dad's included, just jumped in wearing whatever to cool off. We had a deep pond and Dad put a raft out the middle with a slide. He also put a sand beach down on the side closest to the house. Between my brothers and me jumping, or throwing each other, in the pond, getting into water fights, them ganging up on me with hoses, buckets or super soakers, and the fact that Mom would only let us change clothes if the family was going somewhere, (she didn't want piles of laundry to do), we were always soaking wet more than we were dry every day. Not that I minded, one hundred degrees remember. Besides our friends were always coming over and jumping in and Mom usually joined us in the afternoon.

Yeah, I had a traditional upbringing. My dad worked and my mom stayed home. She was the local Avon Lady, and took care of the inside of the house and Dad took care of the outside. Except for the garden, that was Mom's domain. She was out there most afternoons in a pair of cut-offs and a halter top or sleeveless blouse tied across her stomach, (Mom was HOT! Still is.), until she couldn't take the heat anymore and jumped in the pond with us. Dad had a pickup and Mom drove a big station wagon, until you couldn't find them anymore and they switched to SUV's. It was a great way to grow up and I'd love for any kids that I might have to experience it someday. It won't be difficult. My brothers still throw me in the pond when we're all at home although they usually throw their wives in first.

You know I mentioned my mom usually jumping in the pond with us in the afternoons. Excuse me while I go off on a tangent, but at least you get to hear more about her getting all wet. I always wondered why Dad got home with a smile on his face every afternoon in the summer. When I got a little older I figured out that it was because my mom would run out of the pond to greet him dripping wet with her skimpy halter or blouse letting her assets flop all over. He knew she did it on purpose and they both loved it. She also seemed to have a knack for getting in his way whenever he was using the hose for anything and wasn't above hosing herself down wearing something skimpy to cool off if he was around. I sort of learned by osmosis that wet women were considered sexy. That was what I became used to, Mom doing silly things to make Dad happy.

I got to college and met women to whom that was considered degrading. Now don't get me wrong. I like men and I consider having a sweet boyfriend as important as oxygen. But after being exposed to another way of thinking, I asked my mom why she would humiliate herself like that.

How could it ever be humiliating to do things your husband likes? she asked me. Your dad told me early on that he thought I looked sexiest when I was all wet, so from then on I found ways to get soaked around him. It works both ways. Ever wonder why things around here get fixed so fast? It's because I always tell your dad that he's sexy when he's being a 'real man' and fixing things, and I mean it.

I thought about what she said and I realized that the women teachers who held the idea that it was degrading to act like Mom did were either divorced or always running their husbands down. My fellow female students who also thought that way were always fighting with their boyfriends. Mom was right again, as usual.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I'd warned Jim that I was going to swim in my clothes.

Oh, I'll look forward to that, Jim said. I'll bet you'll look ever prettier soaking wet.

Wow! A guy who was wired like my dad! No wonder I was attracted to him. The guys in high school I dated all understood just swimming in my clothes since we all grew up in the same area, but when I got to college, many of them thought it was weird. One of them even insisted on taking me shopping for a bikini when he found out I didn't own a regular bathing suit. I usually wore a sports bra and shorts if I went to a water park or a pool that required swimwear and never had a problem, but he insisted I get a proper bathing suit. That should have been my first clue that he was a control freak.

I'm getting off topic again. I told Jim that we would need to get there pretty early if we didn't want to have to park way up the hill. The place got busy early on Saturdays. Large family groups would show up and set up huge picnics and the main parking near all of the swimming holes filled up quick. I invited Ashley to sleep over at my apartment and we picked Jim up at the hotel at seven-thirty. Jim slipped into the back seat. I was hoping to have him sit up front, but Ashley didn't take the hint and give up the shotgun position.

I noticed he didn't bring anything with him but a beach towel no spare clothes. We hadn't either. When we went to Turned Falls, if we weren't camping, we tended to close the place and just jump in the car to drive home. Jim was wearing camouflage cargo shorts, a blue shooter sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of Land's End water shoes.

He and I must have had similar taste in water footwear because I had a pair just like his. In addition to my water shoes, I was wearing a pair of tan cuffed shorts, (that I knew would show off just a hint of the navy panties underneath when they got wet), a pink, white and black camouflage-print tank top and a ball cap with my hair in a pony tail slipped out through the hole above the size-adjust strap. Ashley wore gray running shorts and a bright blue French-cut t-shirt that said, Future Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. And for the record, I did wear a bra. An unofficial first date was too early to show off a wet t-shirt.

The drive to Turner Falls took about two hours and sure enough, it was getting crowded, but we managed to park down near the major swimming areas. Ashley and I immediately dragged Jim straight to what was called the Blue Hole and our favorite thing there, the long slide. We'd taken along a waterproof single-use camera and all took pictures of each other and our less-than-graceful plunges into the water after coming off the slide at full speed. We also had a cannon-ball contest off the diving board to see who could make the highest splash. I caught Jim staring at my wet clothes more than once, especially my semi-transparent shorts and blue panties shining through them. Mission accomplished.

It was today that I decided that I really wanted this guy and set into motion the events that will unfold in Part II. We'd left the Blue Hole and went over to the other major swimming area, a pool at the base of Turner Falls itself. It had a larger beach area and wasn't as deep as the Blue Hole. It was more for just floating and fooling around in the water. At one point, the three of us were standing in water up to our waists and splashing the heck out of each other. Jim reached over and swept me up into his arms, threatening to dunk me. Instead our eyes locked for a second. I don't remember who moved first, but the next thing I knew, I was kissing him hard. He sort of pulled out from it slowly and let me down.

It's been a long time since I've kissed a woman like that, he said as I looked up into his face.

Our height difference was more pronounced standing toe to toe in bare feet than when I wore my heels at work. I reached up and rested both arms on his shoulders, locked my hands behind his neck and with my best head-cocked sly look said, Well then, I think you need to make up for lost time!

I pulled in closer to him. He didn't resist. He slipped his arms around the small of my back and pulled me close to kiss me again. I knew Ash was taking all of this in. She had the good manners to dive under and swim away. I also knew that I wanted him more that I'd wanted any other man. Our ages were somewhat off. We were from different parts of the country. He already had a good size family. I didn't care about any of that. In college I'd had several boyfriends who simply thought sex was something you did after going out a few times. Unfortunately I ran with a peer group who believed the same thing and convinced me to forsake my upbringing. As a result, I ended up sleeping with a couple of those guys out of obligation and never experienced any real passion from any of them. I decided to take control of things again and stop that, vowing to only give in when there was love, or at least deep, passionate desire on my part. It was too early to tell if it was love, but I was certainly infatuated with him and definitely felt deep desire.

I've got a little wicked streak, and when Jim stopped kissing me, I tried to catch him off guard and dunk him. He was too fast for me and swept me up off my feet and threw me in. I came back up and tried it again with the same result. After a third dunking, I realized that any time I tried to attack him, I was going under the water, so I only tried ten or eleven more times. (I sort of liked him sweeping me off my feet even if it did mean getting thrown in again.)

Ashley had come back over and was obviously enjoying my failures to dunk Jim and all of the water that was going up my nose as a result. I went after her and shoved her under. After struggling with me for a minute, we both ganged up on Jim, getting us both dunked. We tried again and finally knocked him off his feet and under the water.

We took a break for dinner and when we went back, the lifeguards had left for the day. Now we could have some real fun. I took Jim under the waterfall, (which isn't officially allowed), and kissed him while Ash took our picture. Jim took mine and Ashley's picture and then someone offered to take one of all three of us posing under the falls.

We went back to the Blue Hole and without the lifeguards around people were jumping off the cliff where the slides were. That was also something that everyone did, but wasn't supposed to. Everyone but me, that is. I could ride the slide down, but I had always been afraid to jump off the cliff, even though it was the exact same height that the slide dumped you off at. I couldn't rationally explain it. As I was attempting to explain it to Jim, he swept me up in his arms and ran right off the edge of the cliff. I screamed all the way down to the water. Everyone above and who were watching from the water were laughing hysterically when we surfaced, Ash the loudest of all. I tried my best to look miffed, but Jim just grinned at me while we treaded water. Let's do that again! I finally said.

We climbed up the ladder and told Ashley to take the waterproof camera over to the beach on the other side of the swimming hole to take our picture. She stuck out her tongue and ran off the cliff herself to swim across the deep area and stand in the water. Jim jumped in again with me in his arms and Ashley got the picture. We climbed back up and I pushed my comfort zone even further, jumping off myself holding Jim's hand. Ash took our picture again. We swam over to her and Jim took the camera so he could take mine and Ashley's picture jumping off together. Finally another swimmer offered to get all three of us together.

We bought some air mattresses and went back to the calmer falls pool for the rest of the evening, floating and only occasionally knocking each other off. (Okay, it was usually Jim knocking me off.) We stayed there until the swimming areas closed at sunset. I fell hard for him that day and I didn't really try to hide it.

I handed Ashley my keys when we got back to the car.

I'm pretty tired, sis, I said, giving her a wink that Jim couldn't see. How 'bout you drive us home?

Ashley had just gotten her driver's license and so far Dad had only let her drive his old truck and not their new Explorer, so she jumped at the chance to drive something that had both a working radio and air conditioning. Jim sat down in the back in the same spot he rode up here. I slid into the back from the other side and over to the middle position.

Now my Malibu officially held three in the back seat, but they really needed to be children or very friendly adults so when I slid all the way over to the center, Jim said, Kind of cramped, isn't it?

We were literally nose-to-nose. I prefer to think of it as 'cozy', but if you'd rather I sit in the front I trailed off with a shrug.

No, this is fine, he said slipping an arm behind my back. He pulled me up close, and I think our lips never became unlocked for the entire two hours back to the hotel.

We said goodnight in the parking lot so I wouldn't be seen walking in with him. I called his room when I got to work the next day, but he didn't answer. Later I saw him walking in, as bedraggled as when we left Turner Falls.

What have you been up to? I asked, batting my eyes when I was sure no one was watching.

Swimming, he replied. Did you know there's a beach that doesn't close until eleven o'clock?

A perfect segway to make my move from. It was now or never. Jim was going home after this week. Speaking of eleven, I began and making sure no one was listening or watching, I motioned him to come up close, I get off at eleven tonight. I know you have to get up tomorrow, but if you'd like to see me, I can use my master key card to slip in. Just don't lock your deadbolt.

I'll be waiting, he said and slipped away.

Eleven came and I clocked out. I went up to the fourth floor, still in my uniform and trying to look as official as possible. After a quick check to make sure no one was in the hall, I slid my key card into his door and slipped into his room. Jim was sitting in his living room chair in only a pair of knit cotton boxer shorts.

You're dressed rather comfortably, I said and gave him a smirk with my hands on my hips.

Under the circumstances, he said getting up and moving toward me, I sort of assumed that getting comfortable would be part of the activities tonight.

I opened the door a crack and slid the Do Not Disturb sign into the key slot and then locked the deadbolt and security hasp. I let my shoes fall off each foot and pulled the pins that held my hair bun. As I flipped my hair down I said, How about helping me get more comfortable.

He walked over to me and after kissing me, unbuttoned my jacket and let it fall, followed by my blouse. Not taking his time at all, his hands next found my skirt's zipper and soon it joined my other clothes.

Now let me get these, I said, gesturing to my stockings. I usually wore panty hose, but everyone knows that stay-ups are sexier. I sat down on his foot rest and slowly slid each stocking down my leg. When I bent over to do that, Jim noticed my one vice, a tribal tattoo on my lower back, another reason I preferred to wear my clothes when swimming.

Spring Break, Cancun, I explained, not volunteering that also somewhere out on the internet is a picture of me coming off the water slide at Senor Frog's with my mini-skirt thrown all the way up and the fact that I was wearing a thong for all to see. Oh to be young and stupid.

Say no more, he said, pulling me up to kiss me. I always wondered what it would be like to date a woman who had one of those.

As I was standing there in my underwear, I said, You do realize that I don't do this sort of thing all the time, right?

I married the only girl I was ever with, he said. Oh we weren't married our first time, but we knew we had a future together. I wouldn't have agreed to this if I didn't realize that there was something special between us.

Oh that was so hot! I pulled up and started kissing him. I felt him pinch at my bra clasp with only one hand and it gave way.

Now how did you do that? I asked as I let the bra fall to the floor.

Just something I picked up, he said, eying my tits. Just because you're married doesn't mean you can't have fun together.

He swept me up and

Sorry, I've got to move this along. Believe me when I tell you that what happens when I finally get messy in Part II is even better.

Anyway, I came up to see him again on Monday night. Tuesday was my other night off and we went to the beach at the reservoir that stayed open late. That was when I learned he could talk me into anything. He had an inflatable boat that we floated around in. After it got dark, and we were about the only people left there, he asked if I wanted to skinny dip. It only took a little coaxing, especially after he explained his plan. We'd leave our wet clothes on a picnic table and paddle out to the rope and floats that marked the swimming area in the boat in our underwear. We'd tie off the boat to the floats and leave our underwear in the boat when we got in the water. Even if the police cruised through as they did periodically, no one would be able to tell we were naked that far out in the water. It worked and we did fool the cops twice. We finally climbed up in the boat, put our underwear back on and lay there in each other's arms looking up at the stars.

I've got a problem, he whispered.

What's that? I asked.

Well tomorrow is my last night here and I find myself wishing it wasn't. I really need to get home to the girls and work, but the problem is: I think I'm in love with you.

He'd said it! I was fully prepared to accept that this was simply a fling for him, that one last step in getting over the loss of his wife, but he'd said he loved me! Even though there was so much that was different, we seemed so compatible too. Well now I could tell him, I know I'm in love with you.

Well what are we going to do about it? he asked.

I know what I'm going to do, I said. No matter what the future holds for us, I'm going to make sure that your last night here this trip is memorable. You tell me whatever you want and I'll do it.

Anything?

Anything!

Even if it's sort of fetish?

That picked my interest. He had been so much fun to be around, I went for it. Especially if it's sort of fetish, I said.

He thought for a few minutes and asked me a strange question: Does the hotel provide your uniforms or do you have to buy them?

They provide them, I said. In fact I just started wearing an order of new ones. Why?

Do you still have your old ones and is at least one of them still presentable enough to wear tomorrow?

Yes to both questions, but again, why?

Wear it and you'll find out, he said.

Well I did say I'd do anything, I kidded. I guess stay in the dark counts.

Trust me, he said. It'll be better as a surprise.

I'm looking forward to it.

Part II

Hello to everyone who jumped ahead. I hope you'll be able to keep up. Jim had left a note for me when I arrived at work the next afternoon. He had used some excuse about wanting to give me a tip for helping him locate some service. It gave me a couple of opening lines to say when I entered his room and then said to ad lib after that, and no matter what happened, not to break character of a hotel manager responding to an upset guest. So he wanted to role play. What little did I know.

Jim only smiled at me as he passed through the lobby that evening. I noticed he had several bags from a grocery store and a Lowes. I really wondered what he was up to, but held back from asking until my shift was over. I snuck up to his room, still in uniform as he asked and using my key, quietly slipped into his room. The sight was definitely a shock. Jim had covered most of his room and the furniture with plastic. Scattered throughout were at least fifty cream pies. Some looked bakery-made and others were simply Kool Whip in Chinet plates. When he asked if this could be sort of fetish he meant it. Well I'd told him he could have anything he wanted and even if I protested he'd just talk me into it anyway so I jumped right in.

His script he left called for me to walk over and stand in front of his chair. He had completely covered one of his two dining table chairs with plastic and was sitting in it in the middle of the room in just a pair of knit cotton boxers, just like when I slipped into his room on Sunday and Monday nights.

I took my position in front of him and said, Sir, I understand that you are not happy with your stay here with us. I'm here to offer you any assistance that I can. Can you tell me about the problem?

Can I tell you about the problem? he repeated. For one, the food here is awful, especially these pies you've been serving for dessert!

My last scripted line was, What specifically is wrong with them?

I'll tell you what, he began. I'll let you see for yourself!

Splat! He tossed one of the bakery pies right in my face. It was strawberries and a gel filling, topped with whipped cream and had a baked crust. I couldn't help but giggle. I'd been soaked and even muddy plenty of times, but this was the first timed I'd ever been pied. Judging by the number of them in the room, it wouldn't be the last. I felt the sticky filling drip from my face and land on my jacket and blouse. This was why he asked if I had any old uniforms. I was about to be trashed!

I see, sir, I said, wiping the pie from my face. I purposely guided some of the sticky glop so it went right down my blouse. It was cold and made me shiver a little. But still I pressed on, trying to be the good customer service rep. Do you having any other specific complaints? I asked sweetly as I removed my gooey glasses.

No, he replied standing up, mostly the desserts. He smushed a Kool Whip pie into my face and smeared it around. They were simply awful! he went on, grabbing two more Kool Whip pies and smashing them into each side of my head. Take those for instance,or these. He plopped something with fruit and whipped cream, peaches maybe, onto the top of my head. I couldn't see but I smelled peaches. Then he tossed a chocolate cream into my face.

I stood there and took it, suppressing the urge to giggle. He was obviously enjoying himself and I was strangely beginning to get really aroused. Of course I was aroused when I got there. After all, I was really hung up on this guy.

I wiped gobs of pie off my face and from my ears so I could hear again. I left the pile on top of my head. Globs of pie slid down my Navy blue uniform jacket and skirt and I added to it by wiping my hands across the back of my skirt.

You really need a better pastry chef, Jim said, approaching me with a chocolate cream pie in one hand and a Kool Whip in the other. He smashed them into my breasts and copped a feel through my jacket when the crusts disintegrated.

Again I apologize, sir, I pretended to plead. If there is anything I can do now

There is, he said. He spun me around, bent me over the sofa and slapped a pie on my ass. Then he raised my skirt up and did it again to my panties and pulled my skirt back down. That's good for a start, he said. But this is even better! He yanked me back up standing and grabbed the front of my jacket. He ripped it open with buttons flying everywhere! It was then that I realized that I had failed to bring any other clothes! Oh well. I'd figure something out. Too late to back out now!

He threw another Kool Whip pie in my face and then smashed a blackberry cream into my blouse and smeared it all over.

I probably should have told him that I didn't have any other clothes since I could have gotten away with wearing what I had left home in the morning after rinsing it out, but I'd promised to stay in character. She who hesitates is lost because he ripped my blouse open and off me just like my jacket. Too late now.

He unzipped my skirt, then ripped it down the seam under the zipper and let it fall. I stepped out of it. I hadn't cleared my face, but I could tell he had stepped back and was coming toward me again. A pie with runny filling hit my bra, he pied my crotch and then smashed one more in my face.

I took another sandwich to the sides of my head and without clearing anything asked, Is this helping the situation, sir?

Jim decided to attack my bra before replying. I felt him grab the straps and give them a yank. I always wore lacey bras with thin straps and they gave way with no resistance. He finished the job by reaching around and yanking the clasp apart. I guessed that I was going to end up totally naked with nothing to wear, but by now I didn't care! Just as I cleared my face and could see, he plopped two strawberry creams into my bare tits. I wiped the fruity filling and whipped cream all over them and my stomach and then ran a couple of globs up into my hair.

To tell the truth, he finally said, what would help is finding some way to improve the taste of these pies.

I realized where he was going with that. I have an idea, I said. My panties were doomed anyway. I reached down to each side and ripped the seams on the outside of my hips and let them fall. I plopped back on the plastic-covered couch and spread my legs open. I took a chocolate cream pie and smashed it into my exposed crotch. Try the pie now, I teased.

You may be on to something there, he said. I saw him snatch up something as he climbed up on the couch. But it needs more chocolate.

He opened the cap of a chocolate syrup bottle and beginning with my head, slowly covered me. He ran out over my stomach and opened another bottle, which meant he had plenty to coat my aroused pussy. I honestly was getting more turned on by the second! He plopped a Kool Whip pie between my legs for good measure and dove in. I gasped when his tongue slid through me.

Slipping out, he said, Now this is good pie! I could eat this all the time.

Well help yourself, I replied. There's plenty!

As he slowly ate me to orgasm, I smoothed the chocolate deep into my hair and all over my tits and up and down my arms. Messy sex was the best!

I tried to keep my moaning down. I really did. I had been careful the other nights because Jim's classmates were on either side of us. However tonight I really made some noise when I came that first time! I could hear Jim laughing at me with muffled sounds as he refused to let up. He finally backed out and left me panting.

Thank you, he teased. That was some of the best pie I've had in a long time!

I leaned up into a sitting position. Are you sure that is all you need from me, sir? I asked.

Come to think of it, I was supposed to receive 'special service' from the 'head' desk clerk, he said.

I knew where this was going. I was going to at least have some fun with it. The head desk clerk isn't here, sir, but I don't think he's your type! Splat! He decked me with a Kool Whip pie that stung a little and made my head snap back. I found myself getting aroused all over again getting pied hard like that. If this relationship went on after tonight, I would insist that he do this to me a lot!

Sir, I was going to suggest that perhaps I could provide some special service to your liking, I said.

Now you're talking! he said and sat back down in the dining chair. I knew what he wanted and was more than willing to give it to him, but he was going to suffer a little too first. I found my own bottle of chocolate syrup and emptied it over his head. He offered no resistance. I unbuttoned the single button that held his fly closed and out popped his manhood at full attention. I ripped the fly open to wreck his underwear and then I went right down on my knees in front of him. I know that seems incredibly sub-servant, but think about what you're going to do down there anyway. What's a little more submission going to hurt? Besides, it really turned him on!

Before I started, I picked up a pie and held it. I hoped my aim was good. I'd never thrown one before. He sat there grinning, obviously expecting what I was about to do. I quickly threw it and somehow made perfect contact with his face. He just laughed. I grabbed a second one and shoved it into his crotch and used the cream as a lubricant to stroke his erection. I saw his retaliation coming and simply closed my eyes when the banana cream exploded in my face while I continued my stroking. Finally I leaned into his crotch and slipped him into my mouth. I closed my eyes for a few moments and then looked up. Jim was holding a pie in each hand. I found out they were both blackberry cream when he sandwiched my head, splattering himself all over the front in the process. I didn't even pause.

Again with the chocolate syrup! He emptied another bottle over my head while I methodically worked his. When I had him really hard and firm, I slipped off of him and retrieved the box that I'd left here the other night and he'd conspicuously left out for me. I removed one of its contents from its individual wrapper and rolled it on over the throbbing cock that was still in my face, but not before I gave it a little kiss. Jim was leaned back with his eyes closed breathing deeply and I couldn't resist shoving one of the fruity pies in his face. He cleared his mouth so he could breath, but other than that didn't react.

I straddled his chair, facing him and slid down onto his erect pole. Impaling myself on him was such a satisfying feeling. He slid his hands up and down the sides of my slimy tits as I thrust up and down on him. I saw a full bottle of chocolate. Now it was his turn! He only pulled me closer and kissed me harder while I emptied the bottle over his head. I felt myself about to come again. I tried to bring him at the same time, but he still had energy to spare.

When my moaning stopped again, I slipped up off of him. He stood and I wrapped my legs around his back and let him carry me to the bed that way. He'd also covered the bed with plastic and there were even more pies. He let me down on the edge and I slid back to the pillows. Then more pies came.

Give it to me! I'd say after each one plastered me. After about six, Jim climbed on top of me and plunged his cock right into me. Loving him was so good! He was really pounding me! I won't repeat the language I used as he nailed me with all his might. I think I even invented a few words. His lips locked onto my neck, only kissing it a first, but soon I felt the suction pressure and knew I wasn't going to get out of here without getting marked as his woman. What the hell! I'd told him he could do whatever he wanted. If my blouse collar didn't hide it, well that was what makeup was for. He lasted about ten minutes more and being a gentleman, made sure I wasn't left wanting anymore after he was done. (You can ponder his method.)

After that, we finished off the final ten pies on each other. He grabbed the first one, cocked it back and asked, Who wants this one?

I DO! I DO! I yelled, jumping up and down and letting my messy tits flop everywhere.

Splat! I got it all right!

I picked up a pie and did the same to him and we alternated until I was holding the final intact pie. Who wants this one? I asked.

You do! he replied.

I gave him a miffed look and immediately plastered myself in the face. He took me in his arms and we kissed for a long moment and then we both slipped down to the floor and played in the pie glop that was in piles on the plastic sheeting. He seemed to delight in piling more and more into my hair. I piled gobs on my tits and belly and pulled him down on top of me to kiss some more and squealed as it all squished out.

I probably should have mentioned this earlier, I began, but I don't have any other clothes.

You're kidding! he replied. In a few hours, you're going to have a problem.

At least it's not a problem now, I said gazing into his eyes.

No, I kind of like having you trapped in here with nothing to wear, but why didn't you say anything?

I replied, You were having so much fun; I didn't want to ruin it.

We took a long shower together and then cleaned up the mess of plastic sheeting, stuffing it into several garbage bags. Then we took another shower since we were nearly as messy as when we started cleaning up. He carried me to the bed and lay me down and then slipped in beside me. What started as a goodnight kiss became a long, passionate embrace and I felt him getting hard again up against me.

That was our last protection, he said when I began to gently caress his manhood.

Lie back then, I said. There's more than one way to take care of that!

For those of you who may have been upset that I only teased him with my tongue earlier instead of blowing him, guess how I got him off! It was only fair since he gave my three for the price of one earlier. By the way, Darcie don't spit!

Epilogue

Well, that's the story. I hope you enjoyed it whether you stuck with me all the way through or just jumped ahead to see me getting pied like crazy and my brains f***ed out. Jim did loan me some knit boxer shorts and a tank top the next morning. If you didn't pay too much attention, the shorts looked just like running shorts. I told him he'd have to come back here if he ever wanted them back.

Oh, I'll be back all right, he said.

Well he is coming back. He immediately arranged to take vacation in a couple of weeks as soon as he got home. He's bringing his girls down to meet me and for all of them to meet my family. I'm going to take the week off too. Mom and Dad volunteered to host summer camp for one night so Jim and I can have a date to ourselves. His kids will love staying there and little does anyone know that the date I've planned is at my apartment with rolls of plastic sheeting and about one hundred cream pies!

By the way, he's the one who better remember to bring spare clothes with him this time. I made what he gave me work, but he's going to look pretty silly in a pair of my Capri leggings and a tube top!