The Morning After
by Ann Douglas
Awareness came somewhat painfully as Estelle Jones blinked
her eyes in the early morning sun that filled the small hotel room.
It took the 42-year-old woman a few moments to fully take in
her surroundings and remember where she was. The last thing she
clearly remembered was being in the hotel bar with a few of her
associates. She had never really been that much of a drinker, so it
didn’t take much for her to get a little tipsy.
The company they worked for, Morgan, Roberts and Kelly,
had been holding a weekend seminar at the hotel. A seminar during
which Estelle had hoped to be named the new head of her
department. The appointment had gone instead to Michael
Ambrose, who was both ten years Estelle’s junior as well as her one
time assistant. After the senior officer attending the seminar had
made the announcement, a few of Estelle’s associates had retired
with her to the hotel bar to commiserate with her.
That had been a mistake. As the night went on, and the
drinks came more often, Estelle learned some things about how
some of the people in the firm she’s devoted almost twenty
years to, viewed her. It was not a view she was happy with.
It was the consensus of most of the senior management,
that while Estelle was quite capable in her present duties, she
lacked the creativity and self-confidence to be a department head.
She was a follower, not a leader. Not the type to take risks or go
out on a limb.
What made it harder to accept that view was that deep
down, Estelle knew they were right. All her life, the black haired
woman had taken the safe path. Even marrying Timothy Jones, her
first real boyfriend in high school, had been an example of that.
Early in her teen years, Estelle had come to the realization that
she would never be considered beautiful. In fact, it was only her
38-inch bust that first attracted even Tim to her. Their life
together had been satisfying but never spectacular.
“I wonder what time we finally called it quits?” Estelle
thought as she closed her eyes and rolled onto her back. “The last
thing I remember was Janet ordering another round about ten. I
don’t even remember coming back to the room.”
That she was nude under the single sheet on the large
double bed told Estelle that she really had to have been out of it
whatever time she’d finally made it back to the room. Even when
at home, she never went to bed without at least a nightgown on.
After a few more minutes, Estelle’s head had cleared enough
for her to face the day. She began to sit up in the large bed,
turning to the right as she did. A sudden pallor flashed across
her as she got the shock of her life. She wasn’t alone!
“Oh my God!” Estelle exclaimed under her breath as she
pulled the sheet around her naked form.
She was too scared to scream, which in the long run turned
out to be a good thing. It took a moment, but the 42-year-old
recognized the person sharing her bed. She had seen him last
night at the bar. He was one of the busboys and had cleared their
table when they sat down and then again later in the evening.
Regaining her composure, Estelle leaned over and took a long
look at the sleeping form. From the way the sheets hugged and
outlined his anatomy, it was apparent that he was also naked.
He was also, the older woman realized, not more than 17 years old.
“Oh God, oh my God,” Estelle repeated to herself. “What
happened last night?”
The young man slept on; unaware of the consternation his
presence had caused. He was cute; she had to say that. He had
short jet-black hair and light brown skin. His exposed shoulders
and upper torso were quite muscular, and she had no reason to
doubt the rest of his body matched them as well.
Estelle was surprised at how quickly she was adjusting to
the situation. Maybe it was the after effects of the drinks.
Maybe it was just the down feeling she had been experiencing
lately. Whatever the reason, she actually felt a little excited at
the thought that she’d spent the night with this young man. If
only she could remember it.
As she thought about it, more of last night’s events came
back to her. Estelle remembered Janet joking about what a nice
ass the young man had as he cleared their small table of way too
many empty glasses. Now, having a much closer view, Estelle saw
that Janet was quite right.
“Mmmm,” the young man murmured as he shifted under the
sheet, turning over slightly.
The edge of the yellow sheet rose as he rolled over,
exposing more of his tanned body. In fact, if he would move only
an inch or two more, she would be able to check out his young
manhood.
“Well, it’s not as if I didn’t see it all last night.” Estelle
though to herself as she took hold of the sheet and helped move it
those crucial few inches.
“Wow!” the 42-year-old exclaimed under her breath as the
sheet fell totally off him.
Even in his semi-erect state, the busboy’s cock was more
impressive than her husband’s erect. It had to be at least 7 inches
and thick as a cucumber.
“How could I have forgotten that?” she asked herself.
The young man murmured something is his sleep that Estelle
couldn’t understand. Then she remembered Maria talking to the
busboy last night in Spanish. He didn’t seem to understand
English too well. She dimly remembered Maria saying his name
was Tomás.
“Now what?” she asked herself as she rolled back onto her
side of the bed and propped herself up against the pillows.
Carefully Estelle considered her options, of which she
figured she had three. First of all, she could crawl out of bed, get
dressed and leave. Hopefully the young man would get the hint and
leave when he woke up.
Option two involved waking him up, thanking him for
whatever happened last night and sending him on his way. The
problem with option two was the language barrier again. But she
was sure in a pinch she could get the message pretty well across.
Then there was option three. Of her choices, option three
had the dual distinction of being the most desirable and yet the
most dangerous. Since she had already obviously strayed from the
safe path she had followed all her life, even if she couldn’t
remember it, she could make the best of it.
Later on, when she was thinking a lot more clearly, Estelle
would be unable to remember what exactly caused her to pick
option three. It could have been the anger she still felt at
having been passed over for that promotion. Or the frustration at
having spent a lifetime playing it safe. Or perhaps it was just the
simple thought that the one time in her life that she had done
something crazy and spontaneous, she had done it so drunk that
she couldn’t remember it.
Whatever the reason, Estelle would always clearly remember
leaning over and taking the young man’s cock into her mouth.
“Oommm” the older woman gagged as she tried to take all
of his young manhood inside of her mouth. He was much more
endowed than her husband and her normal technique was just
not going to cut it.
After a few tries, Estelle managed to take most of his cock
without choking. As she slid her tongue across his crown, wiping
away the shiny drop at the tip, the dark-haired woman wondered
for a brief moment how she’d managed the night before. Did being
totally wasted make her jaw muscles a lot looser?
Quickly developing a new rhythm, Estelle banished thoughts
of last night and concentrated on the here and now. A sense of
excitement filled her as she could feel the young man becoming
even more aroused. Whatever small skill at cocksucking she had
learned in over twenty years of marriage now came into play as
Estelle made oral love to a teen younger than her son.
Estelle’s heart raced as she slid his cock back and forth
between her lips. Her nostrils filled with the rich scent of his
maleness, making her feel even lighter headed than she already
did.
“Mmmmm,” the young man moaned in his sleep, thinking
perhaps he was having a wonderful dream. “Oh Modeste.
Eso se siente tan maravilloso. Quisiera que lo sigas haciendo
largo rato.”
Taking his wholeness inside of her mouth once more, Estelle
gripped the base of his cock and began to pump her hand in time
with the movement of her mouth. If Tomás was anything like Tim
at his age, Estelle knew he would soon explode like a cannon.
As her tongue moved back and forth, she could taste the
first fruits of his coming eruption. If anything, the excitement of
sucking a man other than her husband made her go even faster.
If she thought about it, and of course she was doing
anything but thinking, it was unrealistic for Tomás to remain asleep
through all of this. As she first thought, the young man took the
warm wet embrace of his cock to be that of a pleasant dream. The
memory of a brief encounter with a girl from school. Then as he
felt his orgasm overtaking him, he suddenly realized that this was
too real to be just a dream.
“Madre de Dios,” he called out as he opened his eyes and
looked down at the naked woman sucking his cock. “qué me estás
haciendo? ”
Despite the language barrier, what she was doing became
evident a moment later as Tomás exploded into her mouth. Estelle
continued to pump his cock, drawing every last drop of his come
into her mouth. She felt the rush of whiteness hit the back of her
throat, exciting her to no end. As fast and as often as he erupted,
she swallowed it all even faster. Finally there was no more for him
to give and she reluctantly let his still semi-erect cock slide from
her mouth.
Tomás looked almost in a state of shock as Estelle moved
back up alongside him on the bed. Whatever objection he might
have had upon waking vanished in the wake of his ejaculation.
The question on the older woman’s mind was - now what?
“You don’t speak English, do you?” she asked. “Ud habla
inglés?” she repeated in what little she remembered of her last
high school Spanish class some thirty years before.
“No hablo inglés ,” he replied as he looked at the naked
woman sitting next to him. “He sido solamente en su país algunas
semanas.”
“No hablo español muy bien” Estelle said, exhausting the
only other full Spanish phase she remembered.
Watching his eyes move up and down her body, Estelle
suddenly felt a little self-conscious about her age and her body’s
reflection of it.
“I guess I’m as old as your mother.” Estelle said, knowing
that he probably didn’t understand a word she was saying.
“Hopefully I’m not as old as your grandmother.” she added
as she remember that in some countries women got married much
younger than here in the States.
Tomás might not have been able to understand all of her
words, but it was almost as if he could read her mind. He smiled
and said just want Estelle needed to hear, even if she could only
understand one word in five, his intent was clear.
“Usted es una mujer hermosa. ” the young man said.
Estelle remembered enough Spanish to understand beautiful
woman. She smiled back at him and said. “And you are a beautiful
young man. I hope you understand that much.” Estelle said as
she reached out and placed her hand on his smooth naked chest.
“I’m Estelle.”
“Qué nombre más hermoso.” he replied as she ran her
fingers back and forth across his skin. “Mi nombre es Tomás.”
“Well at least I remembered that much,” Estelle thought as
he told her his name. “God, I wish I knew how we communicated
last night. Or did I just jump your bones.”
Deciding that some things were universal, Estelle took one
of Tomás’s hands and brought it up to her large left breast.
Rubbing his fingers against her nipple, she could feel it becoming
erect.
“Sus pechos son magníficos.” Tomás said as he moved his
hand and cupped the underside of her breast, feeling the weight
of its fullness.
Moving closer, Estelle took his other hand and guided it
between her legs. Placing it against her hairy mound, she moved it
back and forth. As with her nipple, his fingers caused her tiny clit
to grow hard.
“Oh yes,” Estelle said as she felt his touch. “Right there.”
Like she had said, some things were beyond the needs of
language as Tomás began to work his fingers of their own accord.
Still working his fingers between her legs, he used his other hand
to lift her breast and lowered his head to meet it half way. The
stiff, thick nipple slipped easily into his mouth.
“Mmmm” Estelle purred as she felt his tongue whirl around
her nipple. It was obvious that Tomás was a great lover of
breasts.
He wasn’t doing too badly with his other hand either, running
his fingers up inside her pussy. His technique was a little on the
crude side, Estelle thought, but she was more than willing to
overlook it in exchange for some of the other benefits of youth.
Her own hands were busy as well. Holding his cock in one
hand, she could feel it growing hard once more. She thought back
to the days when Tim could go at it two or three times in a single
night. She suspected that Tomás would be easily able to equal or
surpass that record. Her other hand played with his curly dark
hair, helping him maintain his hold on her breasts. By this time, she
had guided his mouth to her other mound as well.
Through it all, Estelle was experiencing a level of sexual
excitement she had not known since her late teens. If anything,
the raging lust she felt racing through her body was far greater
than those days when she had first given her body to Tim Jones.
Back then, it had been Tim who had been the aggressor.
The one who had initiated sexual passion. Now it was Estelle who
shepherded her young lover along the path of ecstasy.
Using hand motions to get her message across, Estelle
stretched Tomás across the length of the large bed. She climbed
on top of him, straddling his muscular form at about his knees.
She took a breast in each hand and massaged it roughly, paying
careful attention to her large areola and thick nipples.
Estelle lifted one of her heavy mounds as high as it went,
bringing it within reach of her mouth. Reaching out with her
tongue, she traced a wet path across her hardened tips. Switching
breasts, she repeated her performance on her other heavy globe.
She knew that when they’d first been married, little shows like
this drove Tim wild. Having already seen that Tomás was a
breast man as well, she expected it had a similar effect on him.
Tomás reacted by reaching up with both hands. Estelle took
them in her own and used them to continue massaging her breasts.
The look of delight on the young man’s face told the whole story.
“Sus pechos sí que son muy suaves. Siempre me he soñado
con tales placeres.” Tomás said as he squeezed them hard, relishing
the feel of them.
“I’m sure that’s a compliment.” Estelle said as she removed
his hands and placed them back at his side. “But you just lie there
and enjoy what Estelle is going to do for you next. You’ll have
another chance to play with my breasts soon enough.”
Leaning over, the 42-year-old took hold of her mounds and
pressed them against Tomás’s rigid cock. She could feel his
hardness as she pressed her pliant flesh against it. Pressing even
harder, she moved her breasts up and down, causing his manhood
to disappear between her bosoms. Tomás watched in fascination as
Estelle massaged his cock against her warm skin. The sensations
flooding his cock were indescribable in either language.
“You like that, don’t you?” Estelle smiled, the lust within her
now in total control. “Well I think you’re really going to love what
comes next.”
Releasing her hold on her breasts, and in turn that on his
cock, Estelle lifted herself a little higher off Tomás. She shifted
her body a bit more, until her genitals hovered just above his.
Estelle reached down and took hold of his cock, pleased with both
its girth and hardness. Holding the wide mushroom shaped head,
she placed it at the still wet entrance to her passage of love.
“All right baby,” she said as she slowly lowered herself.
“Now the fun really starts.”
With an ease that Estelle found surprising, considering how
much larger she thought Tomás was than her husband, the older
woman felt him slide up inside of her. She hadn’t realized just how
wet all of this had made her.
“Oh yes,” Estelle moaned as she felt Tomás fill her. “That
is so, so good.”
“Muy bueno” Tomás echoed as he felt the walls of her pussy
press again his cock.
As good as Estelle’s cunt felt around his cock, it felt even
better as she began to rise and fall. Those sensations grew in
intensity, fueled by her up and down motions. The dark-haired
woman stretched forward and braced herself against the
headboard. Her breasts hung low, at just the right level for
Tomás to reach up and cradle them. With a wide smile he began to
play with them, matching the movement of his hands to the
gyrations of their bodies.
“Cójame!” Estelle called out, remembered one of the terms
the teachers didn’t teach in school, but that every kid in class
quickly learned.
Faster and faster the two lovers moved, creating a
symbiotic union. Every movement of their bodies, produced a
sympathetic reaction in the other. A reaction whose intensity
grew with each repetition.
Tomás wasn’t a virgin, but his two previous experiences were
both too brief to be noteworthy. His first had been with
Modeste, his girlfriend back home. It had been her gift on the
night of his 16th birthday. Both of them had been so excited that
it was over before they realized it.
His other experience had been with one of the call girls that
sometimes frequented the hotel. There had been an altercation
with one of the customers and Tomás had kept the man from
beating on her. She had given him a quickie as a reward. As the
term implied, it had been over even faster than his encounter with
Modeste.
Estelle could feel Tomás’s body tensing beneath her, telling
her that he was on the verge of a second eruption. She lifted
herself as high as she could without loosing contact with his cock,
then dropped down with all of her weight. Up she lifted herself
once more, then down with the same abandon. It only took two
more tries until she felt the first warm burst of young manhood
erupt inside of her.
Pulling his hot sweaty body against her own, Estelle’s own
orgasm was triggered by his. Her mouth found his and she kissed
him with all the lust her body had contained. A lust set free by
the explosion of their matching climaxes. All the while, the juices
of their passions mixed within her.
Even after their bodies stopped shaking, Estelle held Tomás
tight against her, bathing in the joined warmth of their hot flesh.
The damp sweat covering their skin mixed with the scents of their
exertions, a potent reminder of their joining.
As they lay together in the early morning light, the
much-satisfied woman wondered what her colleagues would’ve
thought of predictable and safe Estelle. Would they now think of
her in a different light? Well even if they didn’t, she knew
that she now would.
Disengaging herself from Tomás, Estelle stepped into the
bathroom. She turned on the hot water in the shower, letting it
warm up as she took care of her personal hygiene.
Estelle stepped out of the bathroom, still nude. Her body
still radiated enough of the lust that had consumed her to wonder
if Tomás would like to join her in the shower. To her deep and
lasting disappointment, both her bed and the room around it were
now empty.
“I guess it was too much to expect a third time.” Estelle
said to herself as she stepped back in the bathroom and into the
shower.
Estelle finished her shower and quickly dressed. As she
organized her papers for the eleven o’clock meeting, the last of
the weekend, Estelle thought about all that had happened to her
since last night. An old saying came to mind. Today was indeed the
first day of the rest of her life. And starting today, things were
going to be different.
Estelle sat in the coffee shop, enjoying a cup of coffee.
Thankfully, the ringing in the back of her head had finally stopped.
“How’s your head this morning?” said the woman who sat
down next to Estelle.
“Good morning Janet.” Estelle said to her younger
co-worker. “And to answer the question, I’d have to say my head is
fine.”
“Then you must have a lot stronger constitution than I do.”
Janet said, “Either that or you’ve suddenly discovered a miracle
cure for hangovers.”
“Maybe something like that.” Estelle smiled as she took
another sip of coffee.
“Well good, cause I just wanted to tell you that it wasn’t my
idea.” Janet said.
“What are you talking about?” Estelle asked. “What wasn’t
your idea?”
“It was Maria’s idea,” the blonde went on. “She thought it
would be funny, and I guess about midnight, plastered as we all
were, it seemed like a funny thing to do.”
“I still have no idea what you are talking about.”
“The busboy,” Janet explained. “That Mexican kid, Tomás.”
Estelle suddenly turned deadly pale. Had they seen her pick
him up? Drunk as she was, who knows what she did in public.
“Janet,” Estelle said, trying to control the fear in her voice.
“What about the busboy?”
“Well maybe I should start all over.”
“I think that maybe you should.” Estelle replied.
“Well it was about midnight,” Janet began, starting her
narrative at a point Estelle couldn’t remember. "You were so drunk
that we had to carry you back to your room. And I have to tell you
in all honestly, honey, you could loose a few pounds.”
“Never mind that,” the older woman interrupted. “Where
does the bellboy come into all of this.”
“I’m getting to that,” Janet went on. “Like I was saying, we
had to carry you back to your room, but you were too much for the
two of us to handle. Especially since we weren’t in much better
shape. So Maria got the busboy, who was just finishing up for the
night, to carry you for us.”
“Well that explains how he got to my room,” Estelle
thought. “If not into my pants.”
It was after we got you out of your clothes and into bed
that Maria got the idea that it would be funny to have you wake up
with the kid in your bed. Especially since you’d have no idea how he
got there. She explained the joke to the kid in Spanish and even
gave him $20 to play along.”
“So it was all a practical joke?” Estelle asked in disbelief.
“Of course,” Janet said with a broad smile. “Maria said that
the look on your face when you woke up and saw him would be
priceless.”
“Oh it was priceless all right.” Estelle laughed loudly as she
realized what she had done. “You’ll never know how priceless it
was.”
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1999
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