It's WrestleMania week; the biggest week of the year for every WWE Superstar and Diva. This is the pinnacle of their careers each year, but also the pinnacle of stress, frustration and hardcore training. It's 7:30 am. I'm in the hotel lobby working on my laptop. I'm wearing a t shirt and sleep pants. I have zero make-up on yet and my hair is in a top-knot on my head.
I hear the elevator ding, and my curiosity peaks. I glance up just as he comes walking across the lobby. I hear him laugh openly at something. God, he's so hot. I've already been here almost 3 weeks and he hasn't even given me the time of day, yet. I feel so defeated. Don't get me wrong, I love all my Superstars and Divas, but he is THE one I'd love to 'help out.'
He's in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. But, I can still see my favorite part of him…..his tattoos; those sexy tattoos that span across the top of his back, and down both of his arms. Just as I realize I'm staring and glance back at my laptop screen, I see him signal someone to go ahead without him. 'Oh shit!' I think to myself. He's walking this way! 'Be cool, May!'
I focus hard on my computer until I see his shadow. He's standing directly behind me. Without touching me, he leans forward and whispers "Hello! May, correct?"
I look at him over my shoulder and reply. "Yes, that's me. Hi Randy." And I'm trying so hard not to freak out. He walks around to my side and motions to the empty chair in front of us.
"Can I sit?" he asks.
"Yeah, sure." I respond focusing back on my computer screen.
He speaks again. "May, I know it's WrestleMania week, and you're probably really busy, but do you have time to help me today? I have an event this morning, but I was hoping we could meet up around 1 this afternoon?" I open my planner, my schedule for the day completely leaving my brain under his sexy glare.
"I, uh, yeah 1 is f-fine. I'm, uhm, yeah I'm free from 1-4 actually so yeah that should work." 'Shit, I sound like a fucking schoolgirl with a crush! What the fuck am I doing?!' I think to myself.
He laughs. Not mockingly, or making fun; just a soft chuckle. "OK. I'll meet you back here at 1, then. See ya around, May!" And he walks out of the lobby; me staring after him.
- A few hours later; 1 pm -
I come back down to the lobby just as Randy walks in through the front doors. I give him a shy smile and sit in the seat I was in this morning. After my exchange with Randy earlier, I had gone back to my room and got a few more hours of sleep. Then, woke up, ate lunch, showered and fixed myself up a bit. By 'a bit', I mean this: My chocolate brown hair is now falling in big, loose curls all the way down my back to the top of my ass. I have a royal blue strapless shirt on that also shows my toned stomach and some low rise, form fitting, dark denim jeans that are so low that the top of my ass cheeks show, along with my thong; which is blue too ;). I have full make-up on this time. Which, for me, is just eyeliner/shadow, and a lip plumping gloss. Needless to say, I feel sexy. He is still in the black shirt and jeans, but he would look sexy in anything. I chuckle as I think that thought, which happens to be right as he sits down; this time right beside me.
"What's so funny?" he asks with a smile.
"O-oh, uhm ,nothing. It's.. it's nothing. " I say as I feel a deep red take over my cheeks and spread down my neck; making me look away from his eyes.
"May, do I make you nervous?" He's moved closer and is now breathing directly into my ear. At first, I stiffen up, but then play it cool and slowly turn my head toward him.
"W-what? No, why? Why do you think that?" I laugh like what he said is ridiculous. He simply stands and offers his hand to me after doing a double-take of the room and making sure no one is watching anything take place. I look away again as I take his offered hand.
"My room or yours? I'm rooming with someone so yours might be a better option for us to talk". He motions the air quotes around the word 'talk' with his free hand. We walk across the hotel lobby toward the elevators hand-in-hand. 'Get it together May, damn you!' I think to myself until we're standing in front of my door. "Where's your key card, May?" He asks me.
"What? Oh, it…it's in my back pocket. " I say reaching to grab it.
I feel his hand around my wrist. "No, I'll get it." He practically demands; sliding his palm down into my back pocket slowly and placing my hand back down to my side. He gropes my ass cheek as he pulls the card out of my pocket. Then, putting the card in his other hand to open the door, his hand that was in my pocket now gropes my cheek from the outside; using it to gently push me into the room. Shutting the door with his foot and then locking it with his free hand. The air in the room now feels tense and a little awkward, so I walk to face him; placing my hands on his pecs. I'm trying so hard not to turn red again.
I look him in the eye and speak. "Randy, whatever you need, it's OK. That's what I'm here for. I just need you to tell me or show me what that is. I will help you any way I can. I promise you that."
All he can say is "Confidentiality policy?"
I move one of my hands to his face and reply "Completely intact; always. Nothing we say or do when we're together leaves my mouth; ever."
He holds my hand against his cheek, turning his face to kiss the inside of my palm muttering an exhaled "Thank you".
I reply with just a nod of my head. "What do you need, Randy. Tell me. Please?" I beg him with my eyes.
With a growl that comes from low in his throat, he picks me up; putting both of his hands under my ass, holding tight. He walks us to the bed, gently tossing me down onto it. I giggle as I bounce from the impact. He walks to the end of the bed, crawling onto it and over my body. He gets into pre-RKO stance on his hands and knees above me; that 'Viper' glare showing in his eyes again. I shiver in excitement for what's to come.
He puts all of his body weight on me, hitching my breath for a second at the impact. As my breathing is returning to normal, he speaks; his voice demanding. "You say you will help me in any way you can, right May?"
"Y-yes" I squeak; nervous.
He abruptly gets off the bed and stands at the foot of it. "Strip, bitch!" he says. I feel my pussy throb at this Viper-esque side of Randy. So, I listen to him; my clothes coming off faster than they EVER have before. As I'm stripping, I notice him walk to the side of the bed. When I'm naked, he grabs the back of my hair and pulls, my neck going all the way back, and my mouth falling wide open on a loud moan.
We lock eyes for a split second and he lets go of my hair. He puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me so I'm laying back on the bed as he climbs back over me. He grabs both of my hands with one of his pulls them up over my head; his strength too much for me to compete with. He puts his head between my breasts and then looks up at me. He sticks his tongue out and lets it slide toward my left breast; circling the nipple once. Then, he goes across to the right one, repeating this process.
"Stay" he says with a growl in his voice, letting go of my arms. We continue to lock gazes as his tongue slides down my stomach. From there, it goes all the way down my left leg and then back up and over my hips to my right leg and then down again. When he crosses over my hips, they buck involuntarily. He presses his hand down onto my lower stomach, wordlessly telling me to stop moving.
Then, he goes back to my left side and starts from the bottom, swiping his tongue across the inside of my legs this time; my pussy throbbing and getting wet in anticipation. When he gets to my pussy, he stops for a split second. Then, even slower than he's done anything yet, he opens my pussy lips and then drags his tongue from left to right; not even pausing as he finishes by dragging his tongue down the inside of my right leg. When he's done with that, he looks directly in my eyes and swallows my essence; moaning as he does.
He crouches low, sliding his torso against mine as he slides back up my body and puts his head in my neck; grinding his body against mine. His cock sliding over my abs. "Do you feel what you do to me, May? Feel how hard you make my cock?" His grinding speeds up.
"Can I touch it, Randy? Please?" I beg him.
He moves my hand to it. Pressing my hand down on it, which in turn presses it harder into my abs. "Fuck, you're so big!" I moan.
He starts grinding again. "Stroke it, May. Wrap that tiny little hand around my big cock and stroke it, baby." And who am I to refuse that?! So, I do. Keeping it close to my abs but moving my hand over it. This time, he shivers. "More May." It sounds more like a request than a demand this time. I stroke harder, wrapping my hand around it fully this time. He arches his back into my abs; throwing his head back and moaning long and loud. I arch my hips a little and start grinding my pussy against his balls; unable to help myself when I hear him moan.
He grabs my breasts and proceeds to make his grinding more prevalent. Sliding down until the shaft of his cock rubs my pussy, and then pulling himself up so that my juices streak up to my stomach. At this, I whimper and plead "Put it in me, Randy. Please! Fuck me!"
He grabs it and taps it on my stomach. "Yeah? You want it May?" I nod my head viciously; arching my back against him. Without warning, he's inside me with one swift thrust. I immediately start thrusting my hips against him; fucking myself on his cock. "Well, you're quite the impatient SLUT aren't you , May?" He taunts me.
I moan "Yes, Randy!"
"So, you are a slut?" he keeps up taunting while he fucks me as hard and as fast as he possibly can. A sudden pull of my hair focuses my eyes back to him; that taunting Viper smirk plastered to his face.
I respond "Only for you, Randy; such a slut for you, baby!"
That seems to make him regain his energy and fuck me faster. Then, he wraps me in his arms and puts his face back into my neck; biting me hard but not leaving marks. At this, I start to tremble; my orgasm approaching fast.
"Fuck Randy! I'm cumming, baby!" It's not really a warning as I feel my pussy contracting around him and my release flowing out as I speak.
He then pulls all the way out and then straddles my face; sitting up on his knees. He places his hand on my throat; not choking or hurting me, just enough for me to feel the pressure and have to open my mouth to breathe. When I do, he thrusts his cock down my throat. (Thank God I don't really have a gag reflex )He starts fucking my throat like he was fucking my pussy; fast and hard. Then, as his stomach tightens and his release gets closer, he shuffles down a bit and his cum streaks across my abs.
Then, that mischievous smirk falls across his face again. He makes sure I'm watching before he moves; slithering down my body. His face is directly in front of my pussy. My mind is still a little hazy so I don't really register what is going on until I feel him sucking on my pussy. My legs start shaking and I can't help but writhe. My pussy is still so sensitive. He holds my hips down until he decides he's done.
Then, he stands; gathering his clothes and getting dressed. I'm still laying in bed, my chest heaving up and down as I try to get my breath back. When he's dressed, he walks back to the side of the bed and just stands there for a second. Then, he chuckles and puts his hand back across my throat; making me look up at him.
"Thanks for the 'help', May." He accentuates the word help. Then, he leans down, kissing me for a second with his hand still placed over my throat. When I finally start getting into it, he abruptly pulls away; turning and walking toward the door. Before he leaves, he turns back to me and winks; leaving me on my bed naked and mind still hazy. 'But, I wouldn't have it any other way.' I think and smile to myself.