I remember it like it was yesterday. The greatest orgasmic experience I had ever and probably will ever have.
After a night of clubbing, my roommate and I were asleep in our dorm room. I awoke when I felt a warm hand slide across my breast. It was followed by soft lips and a sucking tongue. The smell of Boons Farm Strawberry Hill filled the air. "Hey Baby" I moaned as I thought of what a nice surprise my boyfriend Tony had snuck in for a visit.
The warm hands and wet mouth slowly worked their way down my awakening body. I shuttered with pleasure as a hot mouth caressed my wet pussy through my silky panties. The warm hands slowly slid the panties off as the wet mouth licked and kissed it way down and then back up my quivering thighs. As I spread my legs apart the soft mouth started sucking and gently biting my wet pussy lips. A finger from one hand slid inside me as the other hand massaged my breast. The hot hungry mouth sucked my throbbing clit inside, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I slid my fingers in his hair and suddenly realized it was not Tony. Tony's hair was think and curly, this hair was soft and silky. I came to the conclusion that it was my roommate. Although
I had fantasized about having sex with a girl, I never thought I would actually do it. Just the thought that a girl was sucking my pussy sent me over the edge. My body suddenly burst forth in massive orgasm after orgasm, I screamed out in pleasure. I guess I woke up my roommate who was sleeping on the top bunk above me. I felt her roll over and she laughingly said "Ya'll hold it down, I'm trying to sleep up here"
My god it was not my roommate sucking me, it was not my boyfriend sucking me. I pushed the mouth away, jumped up and turned on the light...I found myself staring into the eyes of a total stranger. I opened the door and yelled "GET OUT!!" He grabbed the half empty bottle of Strawberry Hill and ran out of the room.
I did wind up calling the cops and he got caught and arrested. I just told them he fondled me.
I felt so violated at the time. We actually became friends and even had sex a few months later, but it wasn't anything special. I guess the fantasy is always better than the reality....
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Facing the new Decade
A new year
A new decade
A new state of mind??????
Wow it has been a long time since I touched this blog.....I had added a couple of chapters from the book I was writing a few years ago. Maybe someday I will go back and work on it more....It kept me busy back when I was an empty nester with my marriage falling apart......Well now I have been divorced three years....still hard sometimes...
I just watched Julie and Julia....Well Julie decided to cook her way thru Julia's cookbook and wrote a blog about it....I will have to think about what I could do.....I have a ton of home repairs to do...I could blog about that but I think it would be boring......hmmmmmmm Hey maybe I could cook my way thru Paula Deens' cook book and blog about it....Oh course I would gain quite a few pounds...not good.
Well I have a short story I will type into another post..
Happy 2010!!
A new decade
A new state of mind??????
Wow it has been a long time since I touched this blog.....I had added a couple of chapters from the book I was writing a few years ago. Maybe someday I will go back and work on it more....It kept me busy back when I was an empty nester with my marriage falling apart......Well now I have been divorced three years....still hard sometimes...
I just watched Julie and Julia....Well Julie decided to cook her way thru Julia's cookbook and wrote a blog about it....I will have to think about what I could do.....I have a ton of home repairs to do...I could blog about that but I think it would be boring......hmmmmmmm Hey maybe I could cook my way thru Paula Deens' cook book and blog about it....Oh course I would gain quite a few pounds...not good.
Well I have a short story I will type into another post..
Happy 2010!!
Friday, February 20, 2009
HOTEL Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
Connie sat mesmerized as the handsome stranger walked into the bar. This face she had never seen before.
As she sipped her Margarita her eyes locked on him. He was tall and muscular and had an incredible mane of thick black hair. His face was perfect in every way, from his deep blue eyes, to the clef in his chin. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. He must have noticed her stare because he walked over and asked her if the stool next to hers was taken.
“Oh no, please sit down, I’m Connie, Connie Edwards.” she said as she patted the stool next to her.
He sat down and introduced himself as Mike Lyndon and flagged down the bartender for a beer.
“What brings you to Shooters” Mike asked as he noticed her expensive black designer suit, the skirt slipping halfway up her thighs as she sat.
“Well actually, I’m just in town for business” Connie replied.
“Really? What kind of business?” As Connie explained that she owned a toiletry company. Mike couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was: her dark hair just past her shoulders, a great pair if green eyes, her long sexy legs and her ample breasts peeking out of her lacy camisole under her suit. As he listened to her talk about her work he found himself getting very turned on.
Mike scooted his stool closer to Connie’s and caught a smell of her wonderful perfume. It smelled gently of vanilla and spice. Clean and crisp just like Connie.
“Excuse me Connie, but what is the perfume you are wearing?”
“Oh it’s from our new ‘Vanilla Dream’ line. I just developed it. It is still in the testing phase and should be on the market next month, if all goes well.
“You developed it?” Mike asked totally absorbed.
“Sure, I majored in Chemistry when I wasn’t partying too much in college.”
“Partying too much?” Mike laughed.
“Well, you know, to be nineteen again!” Connie felt herself starting to blush.
“Yeah I wish I had that much stamina again” Mike mumbled.
“Stamina?” Connie asked “I’m sure you have plenty.”
Mike leaned over and kissed Connie, as their lips met Connie felt her searching may be over. God, he might be the one.
“Do you want another Margarita?” Mike inquired
Connie looked down and smiled when she realized she had sucked down the ‘Monster Margarita’ so fast.
“Sure, I’ll take another one. I’m staying in the Hotel next door so it’s just crawling distance.”
“Crawling, Huh? I’d like to see that.”
“I bet you would!!” Connie laughed at that thought. Her crawling back to the Hotel and Mike watching.
“Mike, would you like to dance?” Connie asked, pointing to the small dance floor.
“Sounds Great.” Mike replied as he took her hand and led her across the bar.
As the sound of the Juke Box played a slow song, Mike took her into his arms gently at first as they eased across the dance floor.
“You smell so good I could eat you.” Mike whispered in Connie’s ear.
Connie responded by pressing her breasts tightly against his chest.
It felt so good to have him hold her. Mike pulled her hips against his. She wanted him.
Rob walked into the bar. He looked around for Connie. He spotted her on the dance floor. She seemed to be having a good time. Maybe this Mike guy was a good thing. He sat down at a table on the other side of the bar and watched them dance.
Connie shuttered with pleasure as he began kissing and caressing her neck. My god she had never wanted anything this bad. She was ready to rip off his clothes and ride him right here on the dance floor.
Mike led her over the darkest corner and unbuttoned her jacket and slid his hand under her camisole. Her breasts were firm and he could feel her nipples getting hard. Connie slowed eased her hand down his chest until it rubbed his tight stomach. Mike moaned in pleasure.
“I want you.” he gasped.
Connie said “Let’s go” and pulled way. She fixed her clothes and led him out of the bar and they headed to her hotel hand in hand.
Rob waited a few minutes and headed back to the Hotel. He would call Connie in a little while to make sure everything was fine.
Mike led Connie through the almost deserted lobby to the elevator. Connie pushed the button for the fourteenth floor. As the door closed, Mike pushed her against the wall, pressing his hardness against her. His mouth attacked hers. He slid his hand under her skirt and caressed her.
Suddenly the elevator stopped and the door popped open. A young man in a waiter uniform started to step in but halted when he realized what was going on. He stepped back and with a big smile said “Sorry, Enjoy!.”
Connie noticed his nametag ‘Gary’. She mouthed a “thanks” and winked.
Mike was so busy he didn’t even flinch.
When the elevator popped open on her floor, Mike pulled away and sucked his wet fingers. “Who the heck was that?”
“Just a cute young waiter, nametag said Gary.” Connie said while tugging her skirt back down. As Connie walked out of the elevator Mike couldn’t help but notice Connie’s trim tight ass and shapely legs. The hours she must spend in the gym.
Mike followed Connie into her suite.
“Make yourself at home” She said and excused herself and went into the bathroom. Mike gazed around the luxurious Hotel Suite. He quickly came up with at least ten different places to have fun.
There was the large comfy couch in the living room along with two good size chairs. A large leather padded coffee table was just waiting to be utilized. The dining room table was thick and sturdy and just the right height.
In front of the fireplace was a soft sheepskin rug…There was also a large window seat overlooking the cityscape below. And you can’t forget the balcony with its wicker loveseat and rocking chairs. In the first bedroom was a king size waterbed….He thought they quit making them….and a chase lounge…and a big Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room. He peeked into the other bedroom and it had two queen size beds and large overstuffed chair and ottoman. Man this place was huge. Big Bucks.
Connie came out of the bathroom. Mike just stood there in heaven. Her large breasts were pouring out of a lacy push-up bra. A matching tiny black thong and six inch heels completed her outfit.
“You like?” Connie inquired.
“OH Yeah” was all Mike could say.
He grabbed Connie in his arms and locked his mouth on hers. As he slipped his tongue in her mouth she gently sucked it. He ran his hands up her smooth thighs and grabbed her tight ass. Oh that beautiful ass…
As his lips left her mouth he slid his tongue down her neck to that magical spot between her breasts. Connie quickly unsnapped and took off his western shirt.
He unhooked her bra and slipped it off. Out poured the most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen. Large and firm with big pink nipples, natural too. He sucked a nipple in his mouth and Connie moaned in pleasure. He squeezed both breasts in his hands. Gently at first then harder as Connie responded “Oh Yes.”
Connie reached down and unbuckled his belt, and pulled it off in one quick yank and tossed it aside. She dropped to her knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. She ran her tongue into his belly button and then slowly down his hard stomach to the top of his boxers. She pushed him back on the couch and removed his boots and jeans. She slipped her hands in his boxers and started stroking his hard cock. As she slid the boxers down, she started running her tongue around the head.
“God that feels so good.” Mike moaned as she slid him into her mouth. She ran her mouth up and down his shaft licking and sucking and gently caressed his jewels with one hand and rubbing herself with the other.
Connie stood up and pulled off her thong. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and gleaming with her juice. She climbed on top of Mike on the couch and started rubbing her hot clit on his hard cock. He wanted inside her so bad. Her clit was sliding all the way up and all the back down his cock. He tried guiding it in that pussy but she wouldn’t let him in and continued rubbing.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she suddenly slammed the cock all the way inside of her and just squeezed. She had wonderful muscle control. Mike grabbed her ass and guided her up and down. Mike started pumping his cock up to meet that hot pussy. Connie started screaming. Mike could feel wave after wave of Connie’s Orgasm. She collapsed in Mike’s arms to catch her breath. Connie pulled away, dropped back on the floor and sucked his cock down her throat. That was all Mike could take.
He yelled out “OH BABY” as he came. He squirted, what felt to him, a quart of cum down her throat. She lapped up every drop and licked her lips. They stretched out on the couch wrapped in each others arms.
“That was great.” Mike said as he gently kissed and caressed Connie.
“It has been so long since I came like that” Connie whispered.
Connie’s cell phone rang.
“Oh hi Rob…I’m back in my room…everything’s fine, I met someone at the bar…Mike……he’s here…thanks for taking care of my stuff…I’ll see you tomorrow…
Mike didn’t ask who that was. He knew. As they held each other Connie said “I hope you don’t mind but I need a smoke”
Mike just smiled and said “I sure could use one too.”
Connie got up and found her purse and pulled out her silver cigarette case.
“I don’t smoke very often, usually only when I’m stressed” Connie explained.
“That’s pretty much it for me too” Mike laughed. “Connie are we stressed now?” They both laughed…
“Lets go out on the balcony to smoke” Connie opened the French door and stepped out naked. Mike followed suit.
“What a beautiful view” Connie said as she sat down on the wicker loveseat and lighted a cigarette.
“A bit chilly out here though” Mike took a quick drag on the smoke “I’ll go find a blanket or something” Mike said as he walked back inside. He grabbed a throw off of a chair in the living room, walked into the kitchen and found a bottle of champagne chilling the fridge. He grabbed two glasses and headed back outside.
“Hey, look what I found” Mike said lifting up the throw and the champagne. Connie smiled and took the throw and wrapped them up in it as Mike sat down next to her and poured the champagne.
“Let’s have a toast” they both lifted their glasses. “To great sex.” Mike said.
“You call that great, we haven’t even got started yet” Connie exclaimed. “Just wait for round two.”
“Round two? What do you have in mind, Connie?”
Connie stood and dropped the throw and walked naked over to the rail.
“This rail looks pretty sturdy.” and with that she leaned over it sticking her beautiful ass out to tease Mike. He picked up the throw, walked over and kneeled down on it and started kissing and massaging that ass. He spread her cheeks and slid his tongue between them.
“Oh that’s great” Connie said.
Mike stood up and took the throw and laid it over the rail. He grabbed Connie’s hips, bent her over the throw and slid his hard cock in her hot pussy. He pumped her hard shoving her against the rail. “Pump me Mike, Harder, Harder.” Mike responded by quickening his pumping. He reached around and squeezed her bouncing breasts. She felt great, so hot and tight. Connie was thrashing and yelling “Pump me Baby.”
As Mike noticed the light come on in the next suite he told her “Not too loud, you don’t want the neighbors to call the cops.” She held onto the rail tight and he pumped a little harder. He felt her squeezing his rod and stiffen her body as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. He covered her mouth to hold down her screams as she came. Then it hit him, this coming pussy felt so good he couldn’t hold back any longer. His orgasm was hard and deep. “Oh Shit” was all he could say as he filled her up with his cum.
They slowly crumbled to the floor in each others arms. Both of them spent. After a few minutes Mike helped Connie up and back into the Suite. He grabbed the champagne and filled them each a glass.
“So did you like round two?” Connie asked sipping her champagne. “Oh baby, that was great, I don’t think we could top that” Mike said as he slipped on his boxers and started looking for her smokes.
“I’m starving.” Connie said as she put on a robe she found in the bathroom. “Let’s get room service.” She found the menu and gave it to Mike. “Order for both of us, I like steak, medium rare or any kind of seafood, I’m going to run a bath, Oh, ask them if that cute waiter, Gary, can bring it up.” That took Mike by surprise.
“So, you want to tease him or what?”
“Yeah I’ll tease him alright. Do you have a problem with that?” Connie inquired.
“Not as long as I get to watch, Baby.” Mike said as he thought about watching someone else’s cock pump Connie.
“Well that’s the plan….Just get him up here OK?”
“No problem.”
Connie disappeared into the bedroom. Mike looked thru the menu. He settled on “The Lovers Feast for Two.” He placed the order and asked if Gary could deliver. The lady at the desk said no problem, he would be glad to. She said it would be about forty minutes.
Mike walked into the bedroom to check on Connie. She was up to her ears in Bubble bath. Only the tips of her breasts were visible. He felt his cock getting hard again. Mike leaned over and ran his tongue around her nipple. Connie grabbed him and pulled him into the tub with her. They forgot about his boxers. He slipped the wet shorts off and wrung them out and tossed them aside. As he lay next to Connie, she started stroking his cock. He was sucking her breasts and slipped his hand between her legs to fondle her underwater pussy. She laid back and spread her legs.
“Fuck me Mike.” He lifted her bottom out of the water and slid his tongue in her pussy. She moaned in pleasure as he started sucking her clit. “I want you to cum on my face” he told her as he sucked her clit behind his teeth and massaged it with his tongue.
Connie started screaming “Eat that pussy baby, Eat it. Make me cum…Oh Shit, that’s it baby…Harder, harder…Oh Yeah…” Her whole body convulsed as she came on his face.
Once she had stopped screaming, Mike pulled his face away and stretched out on top on her in the tub. He slid his hard cock in that still coming pussy. It felt so good; he could feel the contractions as her body continued to cum. He pumped her hard and was splashing water all over the room. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Foods here.” Mike said as he pulled out, grabbed a towel, and got out of the tub.
“Have him set it up here in the bedroom.” Connie said and gave Mike a wink.
Mike wrapped the towel around his self and answered the door. There stood Gary holding a large tray. He smiled when he saw Mike in the towel.
“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”
“Oh no, you were expected” Mike said as he led Gary into the bedroom.
“Set it up in here.” Gary set the tray down on the small table and couldn’t help but notice Connie in the tub as he started uncovering the food. Connie made sure he was watching and stood up and grabbed a towel and started drying off.
“Gary, could you bring me that robe.” Connie asked as she pointed to the robe on the bed. Gary went and got the robe and held it open while Connie slid into it.
“Thanks Gary.” Connie said as she walked over to the table and sat down next to Mike. She looked over the food and smiled “This looks great. Gary, please sit down and have a bite with us. We can’t eat all this.”
Gary wasn’t sure what to do. It really wasn’t the food that he wanted. It was Connie. He might get fired for this but sometimes you have to take a risk. He walked over to the table and pulled up another chair and sat across from Connie. She put some food on everyone’s plate. As she started eating she started sliding her foot up and down Gary’s leg. Gary didn’t know what to think but he knew this was going to be an interesting delivery. He glanced over at Mike and Mike smiled and looked down at Connie’s foot as it made its way up near his crotch. As they ate Connie scooted her chair closer to Gary.
Connie leaned over and kissed Gary. Only in his wildest dreams had he imagined having sex with a very beautiful woman in a Hotel Suite like this. He felt like his cock was going to bust out of his tight white waiters uniform.
Mike sat there watching. He grabbed a strawberry and slipped it in Connie’s hot box. He smiled at Gary. Gary crawled under the table and started to lick Connie’s sweet pussy. She continued eating her Crab legs and Mike enjoyed her devouring her food with Gary eating her pussy. He leaned over and licked the butter off her mouth.
She said “These Crab Legs are excellent….Makes me want to cum.” Mike laughed out loud at that and said “I want to watch you cum.” Connie just smiled and said “Soon.”
“Oh Yeah, Gary, that feels good.” Connie said as she slid down further in her chair.
It was such a turn on for Mike, watching Gary suck Connie. Knowing she would again be all his later.
Connie watched Mike’s face as she started to come on Gary’s. Connie relaxed her whole body and just let it happen. It started as a low rumble and then it washed over her like a rouge wave, in a choppy sea. She yelled out in pleasure. Then fell back in her chair totally spent.
Gary wiped his face with a towel and decided he better get back to work. He started gathering up the trays. Connie noticed and asked Mike to bring her purse. She pulled out two one hundred dollar bills and gave them to Gary for a tip. He told her thanks but she didn’t owe him anything and she said take it. She kissed him and told him to come back by tomorrow night about midnight and bring a girlfriend if he could. Gary smiled at that and said “I know just the girl” Mike shook his hand, and said “Good Job” Gary picked up the trays and waved as he left the room.
Mike noticed the strawberry juice still dripping out of Connie’s pussy as she walked across the room.
“Come here let me help you with that” he said as he pulled her over to the bed. He laid her down and climbed on the bed and started licking the juice from her quivering cunt.
“Oh Mike, I don’t know if I can take anymore.”
“Sure you can” he said as he stuck his tongue deep in that pussy. It tasted so good.
“Slide that cock in my pussy one more time.” Connie said as she lay helpless on the bed. Mike rose up and slid on top of her and eased his once again hard cock inside. He started with a slow easy stroke. All the way in and all the way back out. Connie moaned in pleasure. He kept it slow an easy as long as he could. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under Connie’s butt, raising her up so he could go deeper. He slowly sped up continuing the long stroke all the way in and all the way out. Connie could take this no more.
“That’s it Mike, I want you to pound me.” And pound he did, hard and quick.
“Harder, Harder, Fuck that pussy.” He pounded it as hard as he could until his body convulsed in Orgasm.
Mike collapsed on top of Connie. It felt so good having him lay on her. So warm and cozy. They just lay there for quite a while.
Connie said “I’m all sticky.” She warmed up the tub and slid back in. It had been a long day. She wished she could end every day this way. As she relaxed in the tub, Mike found the shower. He was bumming about his boxers being wet. He wasn’t one to run around naked and didn’t really know if he should go or if Connie wanted him to stay. After he got out of the shower he went in search of his jeans. They were by the couch in the living room. He slipped them on and walked back into the bedroom. Connie was just getting out of the tub. God she was so beautiful. As she dried herself off he could feel his cock getting hard again.
“Down boy.” he said “It’s time for a break.”
Connie laughed at that.
“Sorry about your boxers, I’ll buy you more tomorrow.” She slipped on a black nightie and climbed into bed.
“I guess I should go.” Mike said.
“Go where?” Connie asked. “I don’t want you to ever go.” Connie told him.
“I will be here about a week and a half and then back to the Beach; I want you to come with me.” Mike didn’t know what to say. Sure he wanted to be with her but what about his life here. Oh well, he wasn’t going to worry about it tonight.
“So, will you come with me?” Connie asked.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Mike said as he took off his jeans and climbed into the waterbed.
Connie sat mesmerized as the handsome stranger walked into the bar. This face she had never seen before.
As she sipped her Margarita her eyes locked on him. He was tall and muscular and had an incredible mane of thick black hair. His face was perfect in every way, from his deep blue eyes, to the clef in his chin. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. He must have noticed her stare because he walked over and asked her if the stool next to hers was taken.
“Oh no, please sit down, I’m Connie, Connie Edwards.” she said as she patted the stool next to her.
He sat down and introduced himself as Mike Lyndon and flagged down the bartender for a beer.
“What brings you to Shooters” Mike asked as he noticed her expensive black designer suit, the skirt slipping halfway up her thighs as she sat.
“Well actually, I’m just in town for business” Connie replied.
“Really? What kind of business?” As Connie explained that she owned a toiletry company. Mike couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was: her dark hair just past her shoulders, a great pair if green eyes, her long sexy legs and her ample breasts peeking out of her lacy camisole under her suit. As he listened to her talk about her work he found himself getting very turned on.
Mike scooted his stool closer to Connie’s and caught a smell of her wonderful perfume. It smelled gently of vanilla and spice. Clean and crisp just like Connie.
“Excuse me Connie, but what is the perfume you are wearing?”
“Oh it’s from our new ‘Vanilla Dream’ line. I just developed it. It is still in the testing phase and should be on the market next month, if all goes well.
“You developed it?” Mike asked totally absorbed.
“Sure, I majored in Chemistry when I wasn’t partying too much in college.”
“Partying too much?” Mike laughed.
“Well, you know, to be nineteen again!” Connie felt herself starting to blush.
“Yeah I wish I had that much stamina again” Mike mumbled.
“Stamina?” Connie asked “I’m sure you have plenty.”
Mike leaned over and kissed Connie, as their lips met Connie felt her searching may be over. God, he might be the one.
“Do you want another Margarita?” Mike inquired
Connie looked down and smiled when she realized she had sucked down the ‘Monster Margarita’ so fast.
“Sure, I’ll take another one. I’m staying in the Hotel next door so it’s just crawling distance.”
“Crawling, Huh? I’d like to see that.”
“I bet you would!!” Connie laughed at that thought. Her crawling back to the Hotel and Mike watching.
“Mike, would you like to dance?” Connie asked, pointing to the small dance floor.
“Sounds Great.” Mike replied as he took her hand and led her across the bar.
As the sound of the Juke Box played a slow song, Mike took her into his arms gently at first as they eased across the dance floor.
“You smell so good I could eat you.” Mike whispered in Connie’s ear.
Connie responded by pressing her breasts tightly against his chest.
It felt so good to have him hold her. Mike pulled her hips against his. She wanted him.
Rob walked into the bar. He looked around for Connie. He spotted her on the dance floor. She seemed to be having a good time. Maybe this Mike guy was a good thing. He sat down at a table on the other side of the bar and watched them dance.
Connie shuttered with pleasure as he began kissing and caressing her neck. My god she had never wanted anything this bad. She was ready to rip off his clothes and ride him right here on the dance floor.
Mike led her over the darkest corner and unbuttoned her jacket and slid his hand under her camisole. Her breasts were firm and he could feel her nipples getting hard. Connie slowed eased her hand down his chest until it rubbed his tight stomach. Mike moaned in pleasure.
“I want you.” he gasped.
Connie said “Let’s go” and pulled way. She fixed her clothes and led him out of the bar and they headed to her hotel hand in hand.
Rob waited a few minutes and headed back to the Hotel. He would call Connie in a little while to make sure everything was fine.
Mike led Connie through the almost deserted lobby to the elevator. Connie pushed the button for the fourteenth floor. As the door closed, Mike pushed her against the wall, pressing his hardness against her. His mouth attacked hers. He slid his hand under her skirt and caressed her.
Suddenly the elevator stopped and the door popped open. A young man in a waiter uniform started to step in but halted when he realized what was going on. He stepped back and with a big smile said “Sorry, Enjoy!.”
Connie noticed his nametag ‘Gary’. She mouthed a “thanks” and winked.
Mike was so busy he didn’t even flinch.
When the elevator popped open on her floor, Mike pulled away and sucked his wet fingers. “Who the heck was that?”
“Just a cute young waiter, nametag said Gary.” Connie said while tugging her skirt back down. As Connie walked out of the elevator Mike couldn’t help but notice Connie’s trim tight ass and shapely legs. The hours she must spend in the gym.
Mike followed Connie into her suite.
“Make yourself at home” She said and excused herself and went into the bathroom. Mike gazed around the luxurious Hotel Suite. He quickly came up with at least ten different places to have fun.
There was the large comfy couch in the living room along with two good size chairs. A large leather padded coffee table was just waiting to be utilized. The dining room table was thick and sturdy and just the right height.
In front of the fireplace was a soft sheepskin rug…There was also a large window seat overlooking the cityscape below. And you can’t forget the balcony with its wicker loveseat and rocking chairs. In the first bedroom was a king size waterbed….He thought they quit making them….and a chase lounge…and a big Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room. He peeked into the other bedroom and it had two queen size beds and large overstuffed chair and ottoman. Man this place was huge. Big Bucks.
Connie came out of the bathroom. Mike just stood there in heaven. Her large breasts were pouring out of a lacy push-up bra. A matching tiny black thong and six inch heels completed her outfit.
“You like?” Connie inquired.
“OH Yeah” was all Mike could say.
He grabbed Connie in his arms and locked his mouth on hers. As he slipped his tongue in her mouth she gently sucked it. He ran his hands up her smooth thighs and grabbed her tight ass. Oh that beautiful ass…
As his lips left her mouth he slid his tongue down her neck to that magical spot between her breasts. Connie quickly unsnapped and took off his western shirt.
He unhooked her bra and slipped it off. Out poured the most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen. Large and firm with big pink nipples, natural too. He sucked a nipple in his mouth and Connie moaned in pleasure. He squeezed both breasts in his hands. Gently at first then harder as Connie responded “Oh Yes.”
Connie reached down and unbuckled his belt, and pulled it off in one quick yank and tossed it aside. She dropped to her knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. She ran her tongue into his belly button and then slowly down his hard stomach to the top of his boxers. She pushed him back on the couch and removed his boots and jeans. She slipped her hands in his boxers and started stroking his hard cock. As she slid the boxers down, she started running her tongue around the head.
“God that feels so good.” Mike moaned as she slid him into her mouth. She ran her mouth up and down his shaft licking and sucking and gently caressed his jewels with one hand and rubbing herself with the other.
Connie stood up and pulled off her thong. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and gleaming with her juice. She climbed on top of Mike on the couch and started rubbing her hot clit on his hard cock. He wanted inside her so bad. Her clit was sliding all the way up and all the back down his cock. He tried guiding it in that pussy but she wouldn’t let him in and continued rubbing.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she suddenly slammed the cock all the way inside of her and just squeezed. She had wonderful muscle control. Mike grabbed her ass and guided her up and down. Mike started pumping his cock up to meet that hot pussy. Connie started screaming. Mike could feel wave after wave of Connie’s Orgasm. She collapsed in Mike’s arms to catch her breath. Connie pulled away, dropped back on the floor and sucked his cock down her throat. That was all Mike could take.
He yelled out “OH BABY” as he came. He squirted, what felt to him, a quart of cum down her throat. She lapped up every drop and licked her lips. They stretched out on the couch wrapped in each others arms.
“That was great.” Mike said as he gently kissed and caressed Connie.
“It has been so long since I came like that” Connie whispered.
Connie’s cell phone rang.
“Oh hi Rob…I’m back in my room…everything’s fine, I met someone at the bar…Mike……he’s here…thanks for taking care of my stuff…I’ll see you tomorrow…
Mike didn’t ask who that was. He knew. As they held each other Connie said “I hope you don’t mind but I need a smoke”
Mike just smiled and said “I sure could use one too.”
Connie got up and found her purse and pulled out her silver cigarette case.
“I don’t smoke very often, usually only when I’m stressed” Connie explained.
“That’s pretty much it for me too” Mike laughed. “Connie are we stressed now?” They both laughed…
“Lets go out on the balcony to smoke” Connie opened the French door and stepped out naked. Mike followed suit.
“What a beautiful view” Connie said as she sat down on the wicker loveseat and lighted a cigarette.
“A bit chilly out here though” Mike took a quick drag on the smoke “I’ll go find a blanket or something” Mike said as he walked back inside. He grabbed a throw off of a chair in the living room, walked into the kitchen and found a bottle of champagne chilling the fridge. He grabbed two glasses and headed back outside.
“Hey, look what I found” Mike said lifting up the throw and the champagne. Connie smiled and took the throw and wrapped them up in it as Mike sat down next to her and poured the champagne.
“Let’s have a toast” they both lifted their glasses. “To great sex.” Mike said.
“You call that great, we haven’t even got started yet” Connie exclaimed. “Just wait for round two.”
“Round two? What do you have in mind, Connie?”
Connie stood and dropped the throw and walked naked over to the rail.
“This rail looks pretty sturdy.” and with that she leaned over it sticking her beautiful ass out to tease Mike. He picked up the throw, walked over and kneeled down on it and started kissing and massaging that ass. He spread her cheeks and slid his tongue between them.
“Oh that’s great” Connie said.
Mike stood up and took the throw and laid it over the rail. He grabbed Connie’s hips, bent her over the throw and slid his hard cock in her hot pussy. He pumped her hard shoving her against the rail. “Pump me Mike, Harder, Harder.” Mike responded by quickening his pumping. He reached around and squeezed her bouncing breasts. She felt great, so hot and tight. Connie was thrashing and yelling “Pump me Baby.”
As Mike noticed the light come on in the next suite he told her “Not too loud, you don’t want the neighbors to call the cops.” She held onto the rail tight and he pumped a little harder. He felt her squeezing his rod and stiffen her body as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. He covered her mouth to hold down her screams as she came. Then it hit him, this coming pussy felt so good he couldn’t hold back any longer. His orgasm was hard and deep. “Oh Shit” was all he could say as he filled her up with his cum.
They slowly crumbled to the floor in each others arms. Both of them spent. After a few minutes Mike helped Connie up and back into the Suite. He grabbed the champagne and filled them each a glass.
“So did you like round two?” Connie asked sipping her champagne. “Oh baby, that was great, I don’t think we could top that” Mike said as he slipped on his boxers and started looking for her smokes.
“I’m starving.” Connie said as she put on a robe she found in the bathroom. “Let’s get room service.” She found the menu and gave it to Mike. “Order for both of us, I like steak, medium rare or any kind of seafood, I’m going to run a bath, Oh, ask them if that cute waiter, Gary, can bring it up.” That took Mike by surprise.
“So, you want to tease him or what?”
“Yeah I’ll tease him alright. Do you have a problem with that?” Connie inquired.
“Not as long as I get to watch, Baby.” Mike said as he thought about watching someone else’s cock pump Connie.
“Well that’s the plan….Just get him up here OK?”
“No problem.”
Connie disappeared into the bedroom. Mike looked thru the menu. He settled on “The Lovers Feast for Two.” He placed the order and asked if Gary could deliver. The lady at the desk said no problem, he would be glad to. She said it would be about forty minutes.
Mike walked into the bedroom to check on Connie. She was up to her ears in Bubble bath. Only the tips of her breasts were visible. He felt his cock getting hard again. Mike leaned over and ran his tongue around her nipple. Connie grabbed him and pulled him into the tub with her. They forgot about his boxers. He slipped the wet shorts off and wrung them out and tossed them aside. As he lay next to Connie, she started stroking his cock. He was sucking her breasts and slipped his hand between her legs to fondle her underwater pussy. She laid back and spread her legs.
“Fuck me Mike.” He lifted her bottom out of the water and slid his tongue in her pussy. She moaned in pleasure as he started sucking her clit. “I want you to cum on my face” he told her as he sucked her clit behind his teeth and massaged it with his tongue.
Connie started screaming “Eat that pussy baby, Eat it. Make me cum…Oh Shit, that’s it baby…Harder, harder…Oh Yeah…” Her whole body convulsed as she came on his face.
Once she had stopped screaming, Mike pulled his face away and stretched out on top on her in the tub. He slid his hard cock in that still coming pussy. It felt so good; he could feel the contractions as her body continued to cum. He pumped her hard and was splashing water all over the room. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Foods here.” Mike said as he pulled out, grabbed a towel, and got out of the tub.
“Have him set it up here in the bedroom.” Connie said and gave Mike a wink.
Mike wrapped the towel around his self and answered the door. There stood Gary holding a large tray. He smiled when he saw Mike in the towel.
“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”
“Oh no, you were expected” Mike said as he led Gary into the bedroom.
“Set it up in here.” Gary set the tray down on the small table and couldn’t help but notice Connie in the tub as he started uncovering the food. Connie made sure he was watching and stood up and grabbed a towel and started drying off.
“Gary, could you bring me that robe.” Connie asked as she pointed to the robe on the bed. Gary went and got the robe and held it open while Connie slid into it.
“Thanks Gary.” Connie said as she walked over to the table and sat down next to Mike. She looked over the food and smiled “This looks great. Gary, please sit down and have a bite with us. We can’t eat all this.”
Gary wasn’t sure what to do. It really wasn’t the food that he wanted. It was Connie. He might get fired for this but sometimes you have to take a risk. He walked over to the table and pulled up another chair and sat across from Connie. She put some food on everyone’s plate. As she started eating she started sliding her foot up and down Gary’s leg. Gary didn’t know what to think but he knew this was going to be an interesting delivery. He glanced over at Mike and Mike smiled and looked down at Connie’s foot as it made its way up near his crotch. As they ate Connie scooted her chair closer to Gary.
Connie leaned over and kissed Gary. Only in his wildest dreams had he imagined having sex with a very beautiful woman in a Hotel Suite like this. He felt like his cock was going to bust out of his tight white waiters uniform.
Mike sat there watching. He grabbed a strawberry and slipped it in Connie’s hot box. He smiled at Gary. Gary crawled under the table and started to lick Connie’s sweet pussy. She continued eating her Crab legs and Mike enjoyed her devouring her food with Gary eating her pussy. He leaned over and licked the butter off her mouth.
She said “These Crab Legs are excellent….Makes me want to cum.” Mike laughed out loud at that and said “I want to watch you cum.” Connie just smiled and said “Soon.”
“Oh Yeah, Gary, that feels good.” Connie said as she slid down further in her chair.
It was such a turn on for Mike, watching Gary suck Connie. Knowing she would again be all his later.
Connie watched Mike’s face as she started to come on Gary’s. Connie relaxed her whole body and just let it happen. It started as a low rumble and then it washed over her like a rouge wave, in a choppy sea. She yelled out in pleasure. Then fell back in her chair totally spent.
Gary wiped his face with a towel and decided he better get back to work. He started gathering up the trays. Connie noticed and asked Mike to bring her purse. She pulled out two one hundred dollar bills and gave them to Gary for a tip. He told her thanks but she didn’t owe him anything and she said take it. She kissed him and told him to come back by tomorrow night about midnight and bring a girlfriend if he could. Gary smiled at that and said “I know just the girl” Mike shook his hand, and said “Good Job” Gary picked up the trays and waved as he left the room.
Mike noticed the strawberry juice still dripping out of Connie’s pussy as she walked across the room.
“Come here let me help you with that” he said as he pulled her over to the bed. He laid her down and climbed on the bed and started licking the juice from her quivering cunt.
“Oh Mike, I don’t know if I can take anymore.”
“Sure you can” he said as he stuck his tongue deep in that pussy. It tasted so good.
“Slide that cock in my pussy one more time.” Connie said as she lay helpless on the bed. Mike rose up and slid on top of her and eased his once again hard cock inside. He started with a slow easy stroke. All the way in and all the way back out. Connie moaned in pleasure. He kept it slow an easy as long as he could. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under Connie’s butt, raising her up so he could go deeper. He slowly sped up continuing the long stroke all the way in and all the way out. Connie could take this no more.
“That’s it Mike, I want you to pound me.” And pound he did, hard and quick.
“Harder, Harder, Fuck that pussy.” He pounded it as hard as he could until his body convulsed in Orgasm.
Mike collapsed on top of Connie. It felt so good having him lay on her. So warm and cozy. They just lay there for quite a while.
Connie said “I’m all sticky.” She warmed up the tub and slid back in. It had been a long day. She wished she could end every day this way. As she relaxed in the tub, Mike found the shower. He was bumming about his boxers being wet. He wasn’t one to run around naked and didn’t really know if he should go or if Connie wanted him to stay. After he got out of the shower he went in search of his jeans. They were by the couch in the living room. He slipped them on and walked back into the bedroom. Connie was just getting out of the tub. God she was so beautiful. As she dried herself off he could feel his cock getting hard again.
“Down boy.” he said “It’s time for a break.”
Connie laughed at that.
“Sorry about your boxers, I’ll buy you more tomorrow.” She slipped on a black nightie and climbed into bed.
“I guess I should go.” Mike said.
“Go where?” Connie asked. “I don’t want you to ever go.” Connie told him.
“I will be here about a week and a half and then back to the Beach; I want you to come with me.” Mike didn’t know what to say. Sure he wanted to be with her but what about his life here. Oh well, he wasn’t going to worry about it tonight.
“So, will you come with me?” Connie asked.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Mike said as he took off his jeans and climbed into the waterbed.
HOTEL Chapter 1
This is the first chapter of an erotic novel I started writing in 2005....Enjoy
CHAPTER 1
God I need to find him, Connie thought to herself as she sat on the back patio of her beach house, writing. He needs to be exceptional and smart. He needs to be willing. She needed him in the Bedroom and the Boardroom. She needed him at the Country Club and the Sam’s Club. She needed him by the Ocean and by the Lake. She needed him in the Lab and in the Office. She just needed him.
As she planned her trip, she was hopeful that her searching would soon be over. She had people to see, products to sell, and hope that she would find him soon. She had visions for the future and fantasies to fulfill.
Finally they had called. She wanted this account so bad she could taste it. It could do so much for her business.
She looked out at the ocean; the waves were rolling in as the tide was rising. The seagulls were diving and the crabs were running. Off in the distance, the sails of a large seagoing vessel were catching the wind. The sounds of the surf and the distant call of some unknown bird was all that could be heard. Peaceful afternoon. The spring breakers were finally gone, at least the one’s who ventured this far up the coast. She would miss the ocean while she was gone, maybe two weeks, maybe more. You could never tell.
In his room Rob fired up his computer. He was excited Connie finally got the call. He brought up his e-mail. He had to let Lydia know they were coming.
TO: lydialovejoyce@atnt.com
FROM: robslimo@bnct.com
Lydia,
As we hoped, World Hotels have set up a meeting with Connie. I would like to thank you and Debbie for helping out. We will be in town tomorrow evening. We are staying at the Genesis Hotel. I know Connie would love to meet you; she has to be your biggest fan. I have your number I’ll call you when we get there.
Best wishes, Rob
He sent the e-mail out. It was going to be a great surprise for Connie. He was happy that it had all worked out so far.
Connie sipped her wine and continued to write. Stories of love in far off places. Strangers becoming friends. Friends becoming lovers. Lovers becoming parents. Parents becoming Grandparents. Grandparents becoming memories. Wasn’t that how it was supposed to happen?
Sometimes everything seemed to get mixed up in real life. But in the stories it always worked out. In the stories she had control over what happened. It was that control she yearned for. She could control her brother and her nephew, she could control her employees and most of her friends. She had money, money bought control.
Money was great, but the more she made, the more she wanted. The more she wanted, the greater the loneliness. That was it, loneliness. She had to find him. She needed him.
“Are we set to go?” Connie asked as Rob loaded up the Limo the next morning. She always brought too much. Oh well, better safe than sorry. You never know what you were going to need. She hated to have to batch. She would bring everything she owned if she could.
“I think we’re ready to hit the road.” Rob closed the trunk and loaded a couple of bags in the front seat. “Are you sleeping, reading, or writing today?”
“All of the above.” Connie climbed in the back and made herself comfortable. She pulled out her laptop and plugged it in. She organized her books and magazines. She found her pillows and blanket, just in case. “Rob, about what time should we be there?”
“Before eight, I think, if all goes well.” Rob climbed into the drivers’ seat and they left the beach behind.
“God I hate these long car trips.” Connie said to herself as they got on the highway. “But I guess it is better than flying and dealing with airports and all that crap.”
Rob rolled down the window between them. “Connie I hate to tell you but that huge bridge is coming up.”
Connie knew this bridge. It was over the Florida Greenway. There was once a plan to build the Cross Florida Barge Canal from the St. John’s River to the Gulf of Mexico. It was never finished. But some of these very tall bridges were put in to facilitate it. Public property currently used for recreation. She closed her eyes and could feel the steep ascent of the bridge. She held her breath as they crested the top and traveled down the other side. When they were once again on level ground she let out her breath.
She settled down and went back to her story. Writing sure passed the time. She had just started a new story. This one was about a Bed and Breakfast in North Carolina. Country girl meets city boy. A chance meeting, hot sex. Always had to have the spark. She loved the spark. That was the best part.
Tanner took Amelia in his arms. When their lips touched for the first time it was electric. (Yeah right) He pulled her body close. She could feel his hard manhood pressing against her. (manhood?) She wanted him like she had never wanted anything. The yearning started deep inside her as she felt her body prepare itself. (Just say she’s turned on)
Connie looked out the window. Rob had gotten off the Interstate. They were driving thru a small town. A beautiful courthouse lay just ahead. Rob found a place to part the Limo and they got out.
“Oh Rob, isn’t it beautiful.” Connie marveled at the old building.
Rob pulled out the camera and took a few pictures. “I have always wanted to see this one.” Rob opened his book. “This says it was built in 1912 and the restoration was complete in 2003.” They went inside. It was completely restored. Research and expand
“When we get to the next one it will be time for lunch.” Rob opened the door for Connie and she climbed back inside.
“I want seafood if you can find it.” Connie said with a wink.
“You always want seafood.” Rob smiled; he knew Connie would miss the fresh seafood while they were gone.
Amelia unbuttoned Tanner’s shirt, his chest was rippled with muscles.(City boy? maybe) She ran her hands down his washboard stomach (city boy? probably not, unless he lives at the gym) and unbuckled his belt. Tanner pulled off her sweater (Probably sweatshirt for country girl) and caressed her full breasts. Amelia moaned in pleasure. (Better do more than moan girl) She unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside (There you go) and squeezed his aroused member. (aroused member, what the hell is that?)
It was a beautiful day. If it had not been such a long drive, she would have had Rob take the scenic route along old highway 98. Stretching from Perry to Pensacola it gave you a wonderful view of the Florida panhandle. The gulf coast is so beautiful this time of year. But she knew there were still a few spring breakers out and traffic would be heavy. Maybe on their way back they could make two days of it. Spend the night in Panama City at the Sunspree. She would have to make reservations. That place was great. All of the rooms had an ocean view. The wonderful seafood restaurants nearby made her mouth water. The Amber Jack was great and the local oysters were excellent. Connie could almost taste them.
Tanner unhooked her bra and let her breasts tumble out. (How big do they have to be to tumble?) He ran his tongue down her neck to her breast (Oh yeah) and gently sucked it into his awaiting mouth. (Not to gentle city boy) He ran his hand down her flat stomach and unbuttoned her jeans. (getting there) He slipped his hand inside and found her wetness. (Come on buddy yank off those jeans)
Connie set the computer aside and rolled down the window. “How are you doing Rob?” She rubbed his shoulder.
“Doing well, getting hungry yet?” Rob knew the answer.
“Yep, find something.” Connie was ready to eat the leather seat.
“About ten miles to the next courthouse I want to see. There should be someplace to eat on the way.”
“No problem, any local diner should work.” Rob nodded his head. He knew just the place.
Jeb’s Oyster Bar and Grill. It was a great place. They had those fruity rum drinks Connie liked. Great greasy food and down home southern hospitality, what more could you want.
They walked in and sat down. This place always reminded Rob of the old fish camps his grandfather used to take him to. Grandpa and his friends never did much fishing, just told stories of the big ones that got away and drank beer. He missed those carefree days. He missed his Grandpa.
The waitress came by. She was about twenty five or so, had long beach blond hair and was wearing a pair of holey jeans and a cutoff Jimmy Buffett t-shirt. She had a great smile. Nametag said: Mel.
Connie ordered a Bahama Mama and the fried oysters. Rob ordered the Amber Jack and a Coke. In the center of the table was a basket of assorted little packs of crackers. Connie started on them right away. Mel brought out their drinks along with a big platter of french fries and hush puppies and a tub of coleslaw. There were bottles of ketchup, mustard, bar-b-q sauce, cocktail sauce, tarter sauce, and Louisiana hot sauce on the table, all fitting in a Bud six pack carrier. There also was a roll of paper towels, and their own metal trash bucket, on the table.
When Mel brought out the food, they both dove in. Connie loved the oysters, deep fried to perfection. They were the best. They might be small but they were sweet and tender. Ron couldn’t help but smile at Connie. She savored every bite. Connie ordered another Bahama Mama and Rob laughed at her. He knew the more she drank the spicier her writing became.
“Connie, be careful, remember all the editing you had to do to tone down the last one.” Rob smiled. “Remember your market.”
“Oh, forget the market; someday I will be able to write about what I want instead of what they think their readers want.” Connie loved writing but sometimes it was hard to conform.
Connie finished her drink and went to the restroom. Rob paid the bill and bought a t-shirt for Bradley. It was covered with cartoon crabs and oysters. He would like it.
When Connie walked out they told Mel goodbye and headed into town. The old County Courthouse was on Main Street. The gardens surrounding it were fabulous. It must have been five stories tall, with the Clock tower rising in the middle.
“Isn’t this something.” Connie said as she looked around. “Here is this beautiful building in the middle of this poor little town. Kind of gives you hope doesn’t it.” Rob took a few pictures.
They decided to walk inside. The interior was pretty much gutted. Rob took a few more pictures.
“On this pamphlet it says that the exterior was finished last year but there is a lot of restoration still to be done inside, lack of funding.” Rob watched Connie’s face.
“Well we will just have to help them out, is there an address on the pamphlet?”
“Historical Society 335 Main Street.” Rob read off.
“Great, put that in a safe place. “
They got back in the car and headed back to the Interstate. Connie pulled out a book to read. Lydia Lovejoyce’s bestseller “Island Fever”. She read about love in the Caribbean. Boy meets girl, boy kisses girl. The cool nights and warm days on the island. Topless beaches, scuba diving, parasailing, all the wonders of a vacation in paradise. Vacation flings, hot sex, good food, great service. She loved Lydia’s books. They would send her off to a fantasyland of adventure. They always had some mystery that kept you turning the page. It brought the couple together and always threatened to pull them apart. But of course they always worked it out. Too bad life wasn’t that simple. She sat the book aside and looked out the window. The afternoon sun was bright. The forests outside were wonderful. Tall stands of pine trees in neat rows. Pulp wood. They would be cut and replanted again and again, to feed the paper tiger.
The Interstate median was wide and wooded. She watched for the Highway Patrol hiding there. She remembered the CB days of her youth. “Breaker one nine” Grandpa would let her make the call.
“Smokie at mile marker fifty-two”. She missed him.
Connie rolled down the front window. “Hey Rob, how are things going?”
“Great, we’ll be leaving Florida soon. Get ready for the bridges.”
Connie hated to ride and especially drive over bridges. Long and straight or tall and steep, it did not matter. She hated them. Living her life near the Florida Coast, it seems there were always bridges. It must be some childhood trauma. She could walk them all day, she could even lean over the railing, but going over them in a vehicle was a different story. It was her one weakness.
“Is there a rest area coming up?” Connie wanted to stretch her legs and needed a restroom.
“Sorry, just past one.” Rob glanced at the map. “Next one is about forty miles. I should get gas anyway, so we’ll get off before we get to Pensacola.”
“Sounds great.” Connie tousled his hair. “Thanks sweetheart”.
They pulled over at a big truck stop. Rob gassed up the car and Connie went inside. This place was huge. It had a food court like a mall. Amazing. After she went to the restroom (which was actually very clean), she looked around the gift shop. She found a toy F-16 she had to get for Bradley. She picked up a collection of gum and mints and the latest Cosmo. Smoked almonds, a Coke and a Dove Dark bar rounded out her purchase. As she was at the register, Rob came in and gave her a hard time for buying the junk food.
“You mind your own business and don’t buy peanuts, you know they mess with your stomach.” Connie laughed as Rob pinched his nose.
“See ya back outside.” Rob tossed Connie the keys.
“I think I’ll take a nap.” Connie told Rob when he got back to the car.
Connie couldn’t help but notice the stares the Limo got in the parking lot. They had it for the business; she had to appear to be successful. She always wondered what people thought. Did they think she was some Movie Star or something? Sometimes she would drive and let whoever was riding in the back get the glory. Bradley loved it. He would just smile and wave.
Connie lay down, pulled up her blanket and closed her eyes. Knowing the bridges were coming up soon. Maybe she could sleep. But just closing her eyes would help. It reminded her of the time they drove to Key West. She had hoped it would help her bridge phobia. She felt so bad she wanted to get out and walk. Finally she fell asleep. She had tried to sleep on the way back but couldn’t. She just pretended and it wasn’t so bad.
Connie slept. She woke up a couple of hours later. Rob had stopped to stretch his legs and use the facilities.
“Why don’t I drive for a while?” Connie could see Rob was getting tired.
“Well if you don’t mind, I could use a power nap.”
“No problem, show me where we are and I can handle it.” Rob pulled out the map and showed Connie the route.
Connie settled in the driver seat. She actually disliked driving the monster but Rob needed a break. They could have flown and rented a Limo. But that was always a pain. She preferred to have Rob drive her and in most cities you couldn’t just rent a Limo. So she had to depend on someone else to drive. She just liked Rob there to take care of her.
She was glad most of the bridges were past. If the Highway had three lanes she could handle being in the middle lane. She didn’t like to be by the side. Either side. She had to just bite her lip and keep going. Sucks.
She drove until it was time to get off the interstate and head north. She pulled over at a gas station and started filling it up. Boy, the looks she got pumping gas into the Limo.
Rob woke up and went inside and got coffee. “Thank you so much Connie, I needed that rest.” Rob climbed back into the drivers’ seat. “Maybe another hour at the most.”
Connie pulled out her laptop again and looked at her calendar. World Hotels tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully they would be interested. It was very hard getting an appointment with them. When they finally decided they only gave her two days notice. This was the big one. This could put her products in Hotels all over the World. She was also hoping to find other customers while she was here.
Connie looked out the window. They were coming into the city. Traffic was heavy. Where were they staying? Genesis Hotel, that’s right. Not part of the World Hotel group but it was supposed to be a great place. It was part of the Luxury Suites family. A smaller group but equal in amenities.
When they arrived at the Hotel, a bellboy came out and helped Rob unload the bags. Connie went inside to register. The valet moved the Limo to the garage. The Hotel was wonderful. There were beautiful tile floors and tall marble columns. The massive front desk was made of mahogany and brass. She collected the key cards and they headed to the elevator. When Connie got to her room her bags were already there. She unpacked enough to shower and change. She called Rob and told him she was going over the bar next door for a drink and for him to meet her later. He said no problem.
Rob called Lydia. A man answered. “I would like to speak to Lydia.”
“Is this Rob?”
“Yes it is”
“Hi, I’m Mike, long story, did you guys make it to town?”
“Yes, Connie just went over to ‘Shooters’ next door for a drink.”
“OK I’m nearby, I’ll go see if I can find her. Talk to you later.”
Rob didn’t know what to think. Who the heck was Mike? What was his connection to Lydia? Maybe I’ll drop by ‘Shooters’ in a little while and check on Connie, Rob thought to himself as he unpacked Connie’s stuff. Rob was a little concerned.
CHAPTER 1
God I need to find him, Connie thought to herself as she sat on the back patio of her beach house, writing. He needs to be exceptional and smart. He needs to be willing. She needed him in the Bedroom and the Boardroom. She needed him at the Country Club and the Sam’s Club. She needed him by the Ocean and by the Lake. She needed him in the Lab and in the Office. She just needed him.
As she planned her trip, she was hopeful that her searching would soon be over. She had people to see, products to sell, and hope that she would find him soon. She had visions for the future and fantasies to fulfill.
Finally they had called. She wanted this account so bad she could taste it. It could do so much for her business.
She looked out at the ocean; the waves were rolling in as the tide was rising. The seagulls were diving and the crabs were running. Off in the distance, the sails of a large seagoing vessel were catching the wind. The sounds of the surf and the distant call of some unknown bird was all that could be heard. Peaceful afternoon. The spring breakers were finally gone, at least the one’s who ventured this far up the coast. She would miss the ocean while she was gone, maybe two weeks, maybe more. You could never tell.
In his room Rob fired up his computer. He was excited Connie finally got the call. He brought up his e-mail. He had to let Lydia know they were coming.
TO: lydialovejoyce@atnt.com
FROM: robslimo@bnct.com
Lydia,
As we hoped, World Hotels have set up a meeting with Connie. I would like to thank you and Debbie for helping out. We will be in town tomorrow evening. We are staying at the Genesis Hotel. I know Connie would love to meet you; she has to be your biggest fan. I have your number I’ll call you when we get there.
Best wishes, Rob
He sent the e-mail out. It was going to be a great surprise for Connie. He was happy that it had all worked out so far.
Connie sipped her wine and continued to write. Stories of love in far off places. Strangers becoming friends. Friends becoming lovers. Lovers becoming parents. Parents becoming Grandparents. Grandparents becoming memories. Wasn’t that how it was supposed to happen?
Sometimes everything seemed to get mixed up in real life. But in the stories it always worked out. In the stories she had control over what happened. It was that control she yearned for. She could control her brother and her nephew, she could control her employees and most of her friends. She had money, money bought control.
Money was great, but the more she made, the more she wanted. The more she wanted, the greater the loneliness. That was it, loneliness. She had to find him. She needed him.
“Are we set to go?” Connie asked as Rob loaded up the Limo the next morning. She always brought too much. Oh well, better safe than sorry. You never know what you were going to need. She hated to have to batch. She would bring everything she owned if she could.
“I think we’re ready to hit the road.” Rob closed the trunk and loaded a couple of bags in the front seat. “Are you sleeping, reading, or writing today?”
“All of the above.” Connie climbed in the back and made herself comfortable. She pulled out her laptop and plugged it in. She organized her books and magazines. She found her pillows and blanket, just in case. “Rob, about what time should we be there?”
“Before eight, I think, if all goes well.” Rob climbed into the drivers’ seat and they left the beach behind.
“God I hate these long car trips.” Connie said to herself as they got on the highway. “But I guess it is better than flying and dealing with airports and all that crap.”
Rob rolled down the window between them. “Connie I hate to tell you but that huge bridge is coming up.”
Connie knew this bridge. It was over the Florida Greenway. There was once a plan to build the Cross Florida Barge Canal from the St. John’s River to the Gulf of Mexico. It was never finished. But some of these very tall bridges were put in to facilitate it. Public property currently used for recreation. She closed her eyes and could feel the steep ascent of the bridge. She held her breath as they crested the top and traveled down the other side. When they were once again on level ground she let out her breath.
She settled down and went back to her story. Writing sure passed the time. She had just started a new story. This one was about a Bed and Breakfast in North Carolina. Country girl meets city boy. A chance meeting, hot sex. Always had to have the spark. She loved the spark. That was the best part.
Tanner took Amelia in his arms. When their lips touched for the first time it was electric. (Yeah right) He pulled her body close. She could feel his hard manhood pressing against her. (manhood?) She wanted him like she had never wanted anything. The yearning started deep inside her as she felt her body prepare itself. (Just say she’s turned on)
Connie looked out the window. Rob had gotten off the Interstate. They were driving thru a small town. A beautiful courthouse lay just ahead. Rob found a place to part the Limo and they got out.
“Oh Rob, isn’t it beautiful.” Connie marveled at the old building.
Rob pulled out the camera and took a few pictures. “I have always wanted to see this one.” Rob opened his book. “This says it was built in 1912 and the restoration was complete in 2003.” They went inside. It was completely restored. Research and expand
“When we get to the next one it will be time for lunch.” Rob opened the door for Connie and she climbed back inside.
“I want seafood if you can find it.” Connie said with a wink.
“You always want seafood.” Rob smiled; he knew Connie would miss the fresh seafood while they were gone.
Amelia unbuttoned Tanner’s shirt, his chest was rippled with muscles.(City boy? maybe) She ran her hands down his washboard stomach (city boy? probably not, unless he lives at the gym) and unbuckled his belt. Tanner pulled off her sweater (Probably sweatshirt for country girl) and caressed her full breasts. Amelia moaned in pleasure. (Better do more than moan girl) She unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside (There you go) and squeezed his aroused member. (aroused member, what the hell is that?)
It was a beautiful day. If it had not been such a long drive, she would have had Rob take the scenic route along old highway 98. Stretching from Perry to Pensacola it gave you a wonderful view of the Florida panhandle. The gulf coast is so beautiful this time of year. But she knew there were still a few spring breakers out and traffic would be heavy. Maybe on their way back they could make two days of it. Spend the night in Panama City at the Sunspree. She would have to make reservations. That place was great. All of the rooms had an ocean view. The wonderful seafood restaurants nearby made her mouth water. The Amber Jack was great and the local oysters were excellent. Connie could almost taste them.
Tanner unhooked her bra and let her breasts tumble out. (How big do they have to be to tumble?) He ran his tongue down her neck to her breast (Oh yeah) and gently sucked it into his awaiting mouth. (Not to gentle city boy) He ran his hand down her flat stomach and unbuttoned her jeans. (getting there) He slipped his hand inside and found her wetness. (Come on buddy yank off those jeans)
Connie set the computer aside and rolled down the window. “How are you doing Rob?” She rubbed his shoulder.
“Doing well, getting hungry yet?” Rob knew the answer.
“Yep, find something.” Connie was ready to eat the leather seat.
“About ten miles to the next courthouse I want to see. There should be someplace to eat on the way.”
“No problem, any local diner should work.” Rob nodded his head. He knew just the place.
Jeb’s Oyster Bar and Grill. It was a great place. They had those fruity rum drinks Connie liked. Great greasy food and down home southern hospitality, what more could you want.
They walked in and sat down. This place always reminded Rob of the old fish camps his grandfather used to take him to. Grandpa and his friends never did much fishing, just told stories of the big ones that got away and drank beer. He missed those carefree days. He missed his Grandpa.
The waitress came by. She was about twenty five or so, had long beach blond hair and was wearing a pair of holey jeans and a cutoff Jimmy Buffett t-shirt. She had a great smile. Nametag said: Mel.
Connie ordered a Bahama Mama and the fried oysters. Rob ordered the Amber Jack and a Coke. In the center of the table was a basket of assorted little packs of crackers. Connie started on them right away. Mel brought out their drinks along with a big platter of french fries and hush puppies and a tub of coleslaw. There were bottles of ketchup, mustard, bar-b-q sauce, cocktail sauce, tarter sauce, and Louisiana hot sauce on the table, all fitting in a Bud six pack carrier. There also was a roll of paper towels, and their own metal trash bucket, on the table.
When Mel brought out the food, they both dove in. Connie loved the oysters, deep fried to perfection. They were the best. They might be small but they were sweet and tender. Ron couldn’t help but smile at Connie. She savored every bite. Connie ordered another Bahama Mama and Rob laughed at her. He knew the more she drank the spicier her writing became.
“Connie, be careful, remember all the editing you had to do to tone down the last one.” Rob smiled. “Remember your market.”
“Oh, forget the market; someday I will be able to write about what I want instead of what they think their readers want.” Connie loved writing but sometimes it was hard to conform.
Connie finished her drink and went to the restroom. Rob paid the bill and bought a t-shirt for Bradley. It was covered with cartoon crabs and oysters. He would like it.
When Connie walked out they told Mel goodbye and headed into town. The old County Courthouse was on Main Street. The gardens surrounding it were fabulous. It must have been five stories tall, with the Clock tower rising in the middle.
“Isn’t this something.” Connie said as she looked around. “Here is this beautiful building in the middle of this poor little town. Kind of gives you hope doesn’t it.” Rob took a few pictures.
They decided to walk inside. The interior was pretty much gutted. Rob took a few more pictures.
“On this pamphlet it says that the exterior was finished last year but there is a lot of restoration still to be done inside, lack of funding.” Rob watched Connie’s face.
“Well we will just have to help them out, is there an address on the pamphlet?”
“Historical Society 335 Main Street.” Rob read off.
“Great, put that in a safe place. “
They got back in the car and headed back to the Interstate. Connie pulled out a book to read. Lydia Lovejoyce’s bestseller “Island Fever”. She read about love in the Caribbean. Boy meets girl, boy kisses girl. The cool nights and warm days on the island. Topless beaches, scuba diving, parasailing, all the wonders of a vacation in paradise. Vacation flings, hot sex, good food, great service. She loved Lydia’s books. They would send her off to a fantasyland of adventure. They always had some mystery that kept you turning the page. It brought the couple together and always threatened to pull them apart. But of course they always worked it out. Too bad life wasn’t that simple. She sat the book aside and looked out the window. The afternoon sun was bright. The forests outside were wonderful. Tall stands of pine trees in neat rows. Pulp wood. They would be cut and replanted again and again, to feed the paper tiger.
The Interstate median was wide and wooded. She watched for the Highway Patrol hiding there. She remembered the CB days of her youth. “Breaker one nine” Grandpa would let her make the call.
“Smokie at mile marker fifty-two”. She missed him.
Connie rolled down the front window. “Hey Rob, how are things going?”
“Great, we’ll be leaving Florida soon. Get ready for the bridges.”
Connie hated to ride and especially drive over bridges. Long and straight or tall and steep, it did not matter. She hated them. Living her life near the Florida Coast, it seems there were always bridges. It must be some childhood trauma. She could walk them all day, she could even lean over the railing, but going over them in a vehicle was a different story. It was her one weakness.
“Is there a rest area coming up?” Connie wanted to stretch her legs and needed a restroom.
“Sorry, just past one.” Rob glanced at the map. “Next one is about forty miles. I should get gas anyway, so we’ll get off before we get to Pensacola.”
“Sounds great.” Connie tousled his hair. “Thanks sweetheart”.
They pulled over at a big truck stop. Rob gassed up the car and Connie went inside. This place was huge. It had a food court like a mall. Amazing. After she went to the restroom (which was actually very clean), she looked around the gift shop. She found a toy F-16 she had to get for Bradley. She picked up a collection of gum and mints and the latest Cosmo. Smoked almonds, a Coke and a Dove Dark bar rounded out her purchase. As she was at the register, Rob came in and gave her a hard time for buying the junk food.
“You mind your own business and don’t buy peanuts, you know they mess with your stomach.” Connie laughed as Rob pinched his nose.
“See ya back outside.” Rob tossed Connie the keys.
“I think I’ll take a nap.” Connie told Rob when he got back to the car.
Connie couldn’t help but notice the stares the Limo got in the parking lot. They had it for the business; she had to appear to be successful. She always wondered what people thought. Did they think she was some Movie Star or something? Sometimes she would drive and let whoever was riding in the back get the glory. Bradley loved it. He would just smile and wave.
Connie lay down, pulled up her blanket and closed her eyes. Knowing the bridges were coming up soon. Maybe she could sleep. But just closing her eyes would help. It reminded her of the time they drove to Key West. She had hoped it would help her bridge phobia. She felt so bad she wanted to get out and walk. Finally she fell asleep. She had tried to sleep on the way back but couldn’t. She just pretended and it wasn’t so bad.
Connie slept. She woke up a couple of hours later. Rob had stopped to stretch his legs and use the facilities.
“Why don’t I drive for a while?” Connie could see Rob was getting tired.
“Well if you don’t mind, I could use a power nap.”
“No problem, show me where we are and I can handle it.” Rob pulled out the map and showed Connie the route.
Connie settled in the driver seat. She actually disliked driving the monster but Rob needed a break. They could have flown and rented a Limo. But that was always a pain. She preferred to have Rob drive her and in most cities you couldn’t just rent a Limo. So she had to depend on someone else to drive. She just liked Rob there to take care of her.
She was glad most of the bridges were past. If the Highway had three lanes she could handle being in the middle lane. She didn’t like to be by the side. Either side. She had to just bite her lip and keep going. Sucks.
She drove until it was time to get off the interstate and head north. She pulled over at a gas station and started filling it up. Boy, the looks she got pumping gas into the Limo.
Rob woke up and went inside and got coffee. “Thank you so much Connie, I needed that rest.” Rob climbed back into the drivers’ seat. “Maybe another hour at the most.”
Connie pulled out her laptop again and looked at her calendar. World Hotels tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully they would be interested. It was very hard getting an appointment with them. When they finally decided they only gave her two days notice. This was the big one. This could put her products in Hotels all over the World. She was also hoping to find other customers while she was here.
Connie looked out the window. They were coming into the city. Traffic was heavy. Where were they staying? Genesis Hotel, that’s right. Not part of the World Hotel group but it was supposed to be a great place. It was part of the Luxury Suites family. A smaller group but equal in amenities.
When they arrived at the Hotel, a bellboy came out and helped Rob unload the bags. Connie went inside to register. The valet moved the Limo to the garage. The Hotel was wonderful. There were beautiful tile floors and tall marble columns. The massive front desk was made of mahogany and brass. She collected the key cards and they headed to the elevator. When Connie got to her room her bags were already there. She unpacked enough to shower and change. She called Rob and told him she was going over the bar next door for a drink and for him to meet her later. He said no problem.
Rob called Lydia. A man answered. “I would like to speak to Lydia.”
“Is this Rob?”
“Yes it is”
“Hi, I’m Mike, long story, did you guys make it to town?”
“Yes, Connie just went over to ‘Shooters’ next door for a drink.”
“OK I’m nearby, I’ll go see if I can find her. Talk to you later.”
Rob didn’t know what to think. Who the heck was Mike? What was his connection to Lydia? Maybe I’ll drop by ‘Shooters’ in a little while and check on Connie, Rob thought to himself as he unpacked Connie’s stuff. Rob was a little concerned.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
In Search of The Big O
I was one of those women that were raised to believe that sex was dirty and bad. My mom really did a number on me.
Plus, my first experience was basically rape.
Two things against me.
I learned about the Big O from playing with a toy at 18.
When I decided to have sex, I enjoyed it, but no O.
The first time I was given oral, bang there it was. Much more intense than I could get by myself. This guy was good.
It is a very hard thing for me. I have NEVER had one by sex alone, no matter what position. I read about women that have O after O while having intercourse.
Even with oral it rarely happens with most of the men I have been with.
Is it my problem? Do others have this problem.
I love Sex, I really love it hard, I scream, I fall off the bed, I just don't cum.
I have learned how to fake it pretty good through the years to appease the guy, but I hate that, I want the real thing. I love sex so much, why can't I just have the O.
My ex could make me cum with oral in about 5 minutes. Of course he had over 20 years to figure me out.
Am I different than other women. Or is this the norm and others fake it?
Plus, my first experience was basically rape.
Two things against me.
I learned about the Big O from playing with a toy at 18.
When I decided to have sex, I enjoyed it, but no O.
The first time I was given oral, bang there it was. Much more intense than I could get by myself. This guy was good.
It is a very hard thing for me. I have NEVER had one by sex alone, no matter what position. I read about women that have O after O while having intercourse.
Even with oral it rarely happens with most of the men I have been with.
Is it my problem? Do others have this problem.
I love Sex, I really love it hard, I scream, I fall off the bed, I just don't cum.
I have learned how to fake it pretty good through the years to appease the guy, but I hate that, I want the real thing. I love sex so much, why can't I just have the O.
My ex could make me cum with oral in about 5 minutes. Of course he had over 20 years to figure me out.
Am I different than other women. Or is this the norm and others fake it?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Women and Sex
Why do some women not enjoy sex? I don’t think I have met a man who does not enjoy sex.
Is it upbringing?
Did their mom’s tell them it was a bad dirty thing that they must save for and do on command with their husband.
Some mother’s fear of daughter pregnancy can make them say these things. You spend your daughter’s life telling her to say no and then tell here to do what her husband wants. Isn’t this an archaic notion?
What should we tell our daughters?
How about this: “It is a wonderful bond between two people who love each other” adding “Best saved for marriage” if necessary.
Don’t make them feel guilty for touching themselves. Don’t set them up for fear and failure later.
How about “when you have sex with someone you give up a little piece of yourself”
Sex is one of best gifts that we have received, meant to be enjoyed, savored, and repeated throughout our lives
Is it upbringing?
Did their mom’s tell them it was a bad dirty thing that they must save for and do on command with their husband.
Some mother’s fear of daughter pregnancy can make them say these things. You spend your daughter’s life telling her to say no and then tell here to do what her husband wants. Isn’t this an archaic notion?
What should we tell our daughters?
How about this: “It is a wonderful bond between two people who love each other” adding “Best saved for marriage” if necessary.
Don’t make them feel guilty for touching themselves. Don’t set them up for fear and failure later.
How about “when you have sex with someone you give up a little piece of yourself”
Sex is one of best gifts that we have received, meant to be enjoyed, savored, and repeated throughout our lives
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Why I shop at Wal-Mart
I shop at Wal-Mart for a number of reasons.
1. It is the closest store to my house.
2. It is nice to go to one place for almost everything.
3. I save a lot of Money. (at least $100 a month)
4. It has a good variety.
5. The employees are friendly and seem to be happier than most stores.
6. The employees are generally very helpful.
7. The employees do not look down at your appearance like other stores.
8. You can come as you are and noone thinks anything about it.
9. It's open 24 hours a day.
10. My Ex Husband hated it.
1. It is the closest store to my house.
2. It is nice to go to one place for almost everything.
3. I save a lot of Money. (at least $100 a month)
4. It has a good variety.
5. The employees are friendly and seem to be happier than most stores.
6. The employees are generally very helpful.
7. The employees do not look down at your appearance like other stores.
8. You can come as you are and noone thinks anything about it.
9. It's open 24 hours a day.
10. My Ex Husband hated it.
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