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Hotel Thayer/ Christmas Party
The drive to West Point for my husband's annual party was totally
uneventful. Some light snow flurries; but not enough to cancel the event.
Once we got there we would be good, as we had booked a room to stay overnight.
The roads around are not the best in the wintertime. At least we did
not have to get out of my husband's pickup truck when stopped at the gate
by the MP's. Some questions and inspections of the undercarriage and engine
area and we were allowed to head to the Hotel Thayer. Those not with
reservations for overnight; but going to the party had to go to a staging on
the post where a bus would take them to the venue.
What was once an open post, now very security conscious since 911.
Plenty of parking as we are early for the party; but on time to check in our
reservation. Grabbing the suitcase, overnight bag and garment bag, my
husband followed me to the front desk.
We had never stayed here before and it is quite awe inspiring as a
hotel goes. Not your modern glass and steel look; but that of an old stately
hotel. Signs of it being a military hotel obvious by the painting and
sculptures.
Finding out room and quite a spacious area, and it should be for the
price for the one night. A nice queen size bed and a view of the parade
ground, even though it is a white one a present as opposed to the green of
most of the year.
Carefully taking the garment bag from my husband and hanging it up and
then taking out each item to hang separately and let them air out.
His gray and black pin stripped suit, free of the plastic as it is
only worn for weddings, funerals and this formal parties like this. It was
easy to pick out his outfit for him as I usually.
My attire for the night will be a first time wearing. A metallic blue
gown with bolero. Satin trimmed dropped waist bodice with a pleated lace
skirt to my ankles. Back zip and hook and eye closure with spaghetti
straps and a 3/4 length sleeve on the lace bolero. Silver opened heels, silk
pale blue thigh his w/a pale blue garter belt and an azure thong. No bra.
For jewelry I have a necklace with an oval of topaz circled by white
sapphires on a silver chain. Pierced earrings with oval of topaz and white
sapphire chips. A thin white gold ankle bracelet with the letter "P".
Smoke gray eye liner, clear lip gloss and smoke gray toe and finger
nails. A french braid that my friend is good at and my perfume, Red by
Giorgio.
I may be older, 40's now; but I will look good and if the lighting is
a little dim I could pass for my 30's. I have dark brown hair to the
middle of my back. I am tall at 5'10" and maybe about 140 pounds toned, well
mostly toned. Small breasts, still pear shaped and not drooping yet. Not a
beautiful face. Hazel eyes nose a little thin and a little long and mouth
a little wide for my face. Overall not ugly; but may some might say pretty.
We have been coming to these Company Christmas Parties for a number
of years, so I am familiar with a number of the men he works with. The
President of his company a retired West Point graduate, so that is why we have
it at the Thayer. My husband an assistant plant manager at a very large
stone quarry on the Hudson River. That is what this business is about stone
quarries and asphalt plants. All the management and office staff invited
with guest. Three or four hundred people all told.
Dressed and ready. The wait over as we go down to the lobby and find
the room with multiple appetizer stations and a crowded bar. Nodding and
greeting folks I know as my husband stands in line for our drinks.
Feeling pleasure as I can see that some men have given my appearance a
second look. Also not feeling overly dressed as other woman are wearing
some very sophisticated outfits.
The talk of men with their spouses about the job and the spouses about
their family and children. Feeling sort of left out as we have no
children and I have a full time job as an auditor.
The servers circulating with trays of delicious tidbits to tempt the
palate. The cocktail hour amazing as usual. The blur of introductions a
whirlwind as it seem new people filter into the old jobs at a quick rate.
Some faces familiar, names more familiar. Finding a table with friends of my
husband from the plant at which he works. Three couples from the plant of
which we were the only ones staying overnight. The other two couples
heading back tonight. A couple of single men joining us as the other tables of
eight fill up quickly. Both men working in stone plants rather then the
corporate office.
The DJ putting on some dance music now rather then the background
music of the cocktail hour. The dance floor slowly populating with couples as
the start overhead lighting becomes a dimmer more subdued effect.
My husband is not a bad dancer at all as he takes me out to the floor
and we circulate around it in a slow number. Now is the time to get him to
dance as his smooth dancing becomes a bit more frantic as the night goes
on and he has a few more drinks. He doesn't fall down; but becomes more
animated especially the faster dances. I dressed more for the slow dances;
but the skirt of my gown though a bit low, roomy enough for me to shake it.
The introduction of upper management and awards to employers for years
of service and introduction of new employees and then a grand speech by
the company president. He actually is a good and interesting speaker.
Dinner is a buffet of many stations and whatever you like to eat, you
most likely could find. Every meat and seafood you could desire and
numerous vegan or vegatarian offerings for those that are not carnivores.
My husband on my right and the other two couple, girl/boy next to him
around the table and the two single men to my left. The conversation as
usual turning to work and not boring; but not very enlightening as to our
fellow table mates.
The man next to me, in my eyes a young man or boy, as he is barely in
his twenties and works for quality control. The man next to him divorced
and mid thirties and operator of the scales at our local plant.
Both of them staying overnight and the younger looking like he is
hoping to score one of the young ladies that work in corporate. A hunger look
as each young thing passes near by. His problem I think is that he doesn't
know any of them being as he works in a plant.
Taking pity on the young man and drawing him into conversation as he
is shy and nervous. Two year college grad and his second year in the
company. I vaguely remember him from the previous year, at least I told him I
remembered him from last year's party.
From being the wife of a quarry worker for almost twenty years, I have
picked up much information being I am inquisitive. It was easy to carry
the conversation and I think he was grateful that he was included.
The wine that I had sipped during the cocktail hour and dinner now
changing to a nice aged single malt scotch. I think my husband likes that I
love a good scotch. So many women have never tasted it and many men also
don't have the taste for a good scotch whiskey.
Some flaky pastries my dessert and a now time to enjoy the party with
dancing and maybe some good conversation. The DJ back up front and doing
his thing again and I am ready to trip the light fantastic once again.
Starting with a slow dance again and then moving to a faster one as we hold the
floor. A group dance which knocked my husband out as he forgets the
controlled moves.
The young man from our table now working through the electric slide
and quite capable. He moves easy, jacket open and tie loose. As the dances
speeds up a bit and others drop out to a smaller group, I find myself next
to him moving to the precise steps.
A loud sigh of relief as the music ends and those on the floor stand
catching their breath. Tad, that is the young man' name smiles at me as we
stand on the floor and before I have caught my breath, the music glides
into a slow waltz.
Couples hooking up on the floor and others rising from the tables to
join. Holding out my hands to him as if imploring him to dance with me and
seeing his smile as he walks over and easily we slip into a textbook
posture.
He is a pretty good slow dancer, though I think I can see his lips
moving to count as we mover around the edge of the floor. More couples
filling the floor and packing it tighter now as we are pulled towards the middle
and the formal posture much tighter as room on the floor becomes a premium.
"You don't mind being seen with an older woman on the floor Tad?" My
question an attempt to break the ice of our silent waltz. Also an attempt
to fish for a compliment.
"You are not old Patrice, you look lovely and only a year or two older
then me." Both of us laughing at that. I can feel some tension leak from
his arms as they hold, one lightly resting on my waist and the other
tucked in my fingers held up and close.
I am older and use to the world of men and know that he is holding me
closer then might be seen as proper by some as we are both brushing each
other's chest and groin areas on occasion as we turn and whirl slowly. His
hand on my waist has dropped till it is just touching the top of my ass
cheek.
Feeling a little breathless as the dance ends and the cramped dance
floor empties for some more active dancers. Sitting down and taking my drink
to wet my lips that are a bit dry. Tad not doing scotch; but a Bud. My
husband deep in conversation over some breakdown in the plant that was
reported to him.
Trying to distract him and let him know that we are here for fun and
that Monday he can go back to work and figure it out. Seeing the looks of
boredom on the other wives as the men get into the discussion.
Turning to Tad and asking more about his background and what type of
music he likes. Resting my knee against his thigh as I look into his eyes
as I speak and see that he is blushing a little as I increase the pressure
of my leg against his.
A ballad and the two wives, get up to dance together as their husbands
are too busy "crushing stone."
Humming the song lightly under my breath as I watch the couple out on
the floor and feel a return pressure against my leg as I have moved it away
from Tad. Still looking onto the floor as I slip my hand down to my lap
and then when covered by the tablecloth, move it over to rest it on the top
of Tad's thigh. Never looking his way as I take another sip of my drink.
My husband and his friends wandering off to the bar, after asking if I
would like a drink. The other single man disappeared from our table as I
sit one hand resting softly on Tad's thigh. Feeling the tenseness in his
leg as I move my hand down a couple of inches and back up.
Turning to look at him. "I am just curious, do you wear yourself on
the right or the left or tucked in the middle." Hearing his gasp of
surprise at my question. Feeling a quickening in my chest as I wonder why I said
that.
Meeting his eyes, "you needn't answer, I am sure I could find out if I
desired. How about you ask me to do a slow dance with you?"
Extending his hand as we rise and work our way through the tables to
the dance floor. I could dance all night long it there weren't better
things to do with the night.
Tad really is not a bad dancer in hold. Holding him off as his arms
pull me tighter to him then is prudent in public. The brief contact making
me think he is a jockey wearer. Gliding in a slow circle of movement
around the floor as he guides me past the slower couples.
"Let's move into the inner circle of dancers, my whisper a little
throaty as I see that it is a mash of bumping bodies. Working in and moving fr
om the formal hand holds to hands on the waists as the cram of people make
the available room minimal. My back and butt being bumped regularly as we
barely move now to the music. I am sure some of the bumps are intentional
to get a feel of ass.
Tad and I very close, our chests and lower bodies touching. One of
his legs pressed between mine. A definite bulge against my mound and his
chest rubbing my breasts as I tease him with my warm breath finding his ear
and neck regularly as we sway to the music. In the dimness of the floor, I
manage to nip his left ear lobe with my teeth and am rewarded with a moan.
Fending him off after teasing him is cruel; but appearances must be
kept up. And the fact is, I don't know exactly where I want this to go.
The next song fast and feeling my heartbeat already accelerated; I figure I
need to sit and slow down the pace.
Not noticing any looks as we return to the table and one of the
couples is back sitting down. An older couple; but the man is my husband's best
friend at work so again prudently having a conversation with them and not
in close contact with Tad. Feeling that he is understanding the need to
proceed slow, he asks Barbara to dance and guides her out to the floor as they
have a Lindy going.
Watching them move as I exchange small talk with Ron. The next dance
a "line dance" and one of Barbara's favorites as she does the local line
dancing tour. Tad trying to keep up and learn; but quickly having to retire
to the table as the steps are just too regimented for someone new to them.
Ron moving to find my hubie after Babs returns. Kisses and hugs and
they both leave to head back up to Poughkeepsie as they are not staying the
night. Again just Tad and me at the table as we watch the couples dancing
some fast ones. Mostly young women out there now shaking all they got and
much more. Seeing the hunger in Tad's eyes as he see the lovely ladies
showing off their best assets in their dresses and antics on the floor
Smiling at him, "you should see if you can hook up with one of those
young ladies. They don't seem to have a talented dance partner to make them
look good like you are."
I am sure my teasing has him primed and maybe forward enough to try to
find a lady for tonight. The night a series of ups and downs dancing and
sitting and talking and circulating with my husband as he is introducing me
to all his friends and acquaintances.
Some of the ladies I would like to kick as they kiss him hard and one
even had the audacity to kiss him on the lips as she pressed her big
breasts against his chest.
Back at the table again, alone as my husband has wandered off once
again to the bar to get more drinks. Not expecting him back for awhile as I
nurse my scotch and watch Tad looking very good with the young ladies and
feeling a little bit jealous of the younger women.
Watching as he walks off the floor with one of the chippies, his hand
resting on her ass cheeks and she leaning close. Sighing as I watch them
move out of the room. So much for teasing a young man. Started to prime
him and now the young stuff takes over.
One thing I didn't mention is that dancing makes me a bit horny and
that I had hoped that I would get my husband up to our room and work out that
horniness in a number of ways on his body. If he keeps drinking like he
is, I will be supporting him to our room and riding my vibrator whiles he
snore in the bed next to me.
And the dancing has gotten me horny. I can feel the middle panel of
my thong damp against my swollen labia. And my bolero thankfully is hiding
the hard tips of my engorged nipples.
Eyes wandering around the dim room and looking up at my husband as he
sets a drink down for me. Pulling him down to sit, shifting my chair close
to his and letting my hand rest on his thigh under the table cloth.
Knowing exactly where I will find him as my hand cups the bulge of his jockeys.
It is all there, just not straining the way I like it. Running my
hand along the inside of his thigh, brushing against it as I massage back and
forth. Feeling a stiffening in his pants as my fingers deftly scratch my
fingernails against the material of his trousers. Watching his face, seeing
the flush and tenseness as he leans back in his chair.
Oh yeah. I got him going now. Not only got him going; but I can feel
myself becoming aroused as I squeeze my thighs together, sealing my puffy
labia around the entrance to my leaking pussy. Nervous as I can now feel
the lengthening of the muscle my fingers finding the tab of his zipper.
And "oh shit" moment as the other couple stop back to the table and
Linda the wife explains how she is tired and going up to her room. After the
usual hugs and kisses, she leaves my hubie and his friend and me at the
table. Frustrated now as my husband and his buddy get up and head to meet
with other guys at one of the far tables.
Biting my lower lip as I watch them walk away. Wishing that I had
thrown that little bullet vibrator in my hand bag, so I could take care of
this little problem I have; before it becomes a major one. Grabbing I guy
standing on the edge of the dance floor that I somewhat know and walking him
to the middle of the floor. He isn't much; but it is better then sitting
alone at my table. A slow dance, a faster one and then losing my partner
when we hit an "electric slid." Not having to think, just going through the
motions as the dance progresses and speeds up. A little breathless as it
comes to an end and the DJ is calling for a 15 minute break.
Taking a break myself as I grab my purse and head to the restroom.
Using a wipe to mask the sweat of my underarms. And yes, difficult to resist
a little teasing as I sit on the throne in my little stall.
I am wet and a bit stinky with musk and as I lick my finger it tastes
like horny to me. My thong damp as I pull it back up and settle my skirt.
Stopping to pick up another scotch, talking the nice bar tender into
making it a stiff drink to the top, ice in a separate glass and carrying it
back to my table. Hubie still circulating around the room.
Resting my chin on my hand as I look forlornly around the room and do
my, "yes I would, no I wouldn't, well maybe after another drink." A game I
play with myself when a bit horny.
Lost in my thoughts as I hear a chair pulled out by me and my young
friend Tad plopping down a glass of beer and pitcher in his hands.
Laughing as I think, what a pair of losers we must be. Me and my
scotch and him drowning himself in a pitcher of beer. "DJ is on break, so this
is the party spot?"
Tad looking at me as he takes a long draught of beer. "You know you
drink a lot of beer you will be peeing all night long." Nodding his head
and taking another long drink and pouring to the rim again.
"Guess you struck out with the young'un you had on your arm." Trying
not to sound bitchy; but I think some of it seeped into my words.
"Two lost souls on the highway of life
we don't even have a sister or a brother.....
Two lost ships on a stormy sea
One doesn't have a sail and the other doesn't have a rudder..........."
My singing not the greatest as I remember the words from a song in
Damn Yankees. Tad looking at me funny as I explain that we look like two lost
souls.
His laughter nice to hear. Leaning to brush his shoulder with mine,
my hand falling unto his thigh once again.
"I came back to see if you were up for some more dancing, I don't
think the DJ will be going much longer unless he was paid extra." Lifting my
drink as I run my hand down the top of his thigh and then bring it back up
the inside of his leg. Feeling the bulge of his package under his pants.
"Hmmm. That has an interesting feel to it." Feeling him shift as my
hand rests over the bulged material. "Maybe you would like to pull down
that zipper and air that thing out for a little bit." Looking innocent at
him for a moment and then back to the dance floor.
A shifting of his chair and feeling him slide down his fly, and with
another shift of his hips, the warm meaty flesh warm underneath my finger.
Feeling the steely core and the soft outer core. The cock cut and the
flared head feeling spongy as I squeeze my hand over the cap.
Both of us looking fixedly at the dance floor as my fingers circle the
shaft and slowly pump up and down. The engorgement continuing as the
organ swells underneath my attention. The shaft already a bit moist as my
fingers slip from head to the base hidden in his fly.
His soundlessness lost now as I can a soft moan escaping his lips and
the firmness increases. Veins bulging from around the shaft as the flesh
tightens.
His hand reaching to mine, "I am going to come if you keep that up."
I can feel his body tensing and the strain in his voice. Stopping my
fingers from moving, just feeling the pulsing of the erection against my palm.
Considering my options, as I would love to feel his cock spurt his
seed into my hand; but I would like to feel it spurting in a few other place
also.
My voice a little husky as I now worry that he will get off with the
slightest touch now or no touch at all. "You have a room don't you?"
Watching him nod his head as his tongue wets his lower lip. "Do you think you
can keep from coming for about 15 minutes? Another nod of his head. "Then
how about you go to your room and I will meet you there in fifteen minutes.
You go first and then I will follow in a few more minutes."
My hand giving a brief squeeze as I put it back on the table. "What
is your room number and your cell phone number?" Memorizing the cell number
as I see him shifting to keep his hard on from being obvious and him
buttoning his suit jacket.
Toying with my drink as I watch the dancers for a few minutes more,
then finishing the drink and wandering out to the lobby. Looking outside and
seeing i flurrying.
My husband still at the bar with his friends as I wave at him as I get
another drink. I am feeling a bit lightheaded; but still able to function
well as long as I don't have to drive. Finding the side elevators and
pushing the button to arrive at Tad's floor.
My heart pounding in my chest as I think of what could well be
happening in a few minutes. My body is flushed and nipples and labia swollen an
tingling as I text Tad and tell him I will be there in a minute. The "ding
of the elevator making me jump with nervousness laughing at myself.
Quickly navigating the corridor and stopping in front of his door and
tapping on it lightly with my fingers. No time to turn back now as the
doorknob turns and opens to admit me into his room.
As the door closes, he leans forward and brushes my lips with his.
Mine opening and letting my tongue flick against his lips.
Both of us nervous I think as I step into the room fully and see the
bed with wide eyes and then taking a sip of the drink that was forgotten in
my hand and setting it down.
My hands finding his chest, as his hands tighten around my waist and
slip to cup my ass cheeks and pull me tight to his body. I can feel that
his erection is still hard as he grinds into my crotch.
Pushing him away for a moment. "Tad, I don't have a lot of time. I
will be missed and it is getting late." Making sure my dress doesn't catch
under my knees as I kneel down in front of him and my hands find the tab of
his zipper. Fingers trembling as I pull it down with a soft whisk of
sound and his hands have helped as he has undone his belt and button. Tugging
his pants and jockeys down to feel his hard on smack against the side of my
cheek.
A strong musk of masculine scent wafts to my nostrils. My fingers
grasping his cock and pulling it to my lips as I lower on my knees and lick
from the base of his cock up the underside till my tongue is teasing the
swollen knob.
His loud moan, making me shiver with pleasure as I roll my tongue over
the fat purple knob. Tasting his male scents on the tip as I press my
tongue tip into the small pee hole slit.
My hand reaching between his thighs and cupping the swollen and
hairless ball sack. My thumb separating the two delicate orbs and rolling them
gently with my fingers as I tongue over and around his vein swollen shaft.
In haling scents to match the tastes coating his cock. Lowering
further on my knees and letting my tongue find the nut sack. The cock bobbing
against my cheeks and nose as I open my lips wide and suck on one of his
tasty nuts. Rolling it with my tongue as I suckle. Swapping the tender parts
to pull gently on the swollen ball.
Feeling his hands now in my hair, pressing my head against his groin,
my face indenting his thigh as I take both in a my now chipmunk cheeks.
Gobbling greedily for a bit more and then releasing my captive twins as he
grabs my french braid and pulls my mouth of his trapped tesitcles.
Feeling drool slipping from my lips to wetly mark my blue skirt. My
breathing now a loud panting as I open wide to feel him push his engorged
cock into my mouth and with his hands control my head as he uses it as a
pussy, fucking into my warm wet and very willing mouth.
My cheeks pulling in and out as I suck the big man teat. Eyes
watering as he plugs my throat and makes me gasp for air through my nostrils as
they flare to draw in precious oxygen.
My hands digging into the meat of his thighs as I he face fucks me
into a needy trembling mass of woman flesh. My thighs squeezing tight on the
fat swollen lips of my pussy. Not able to stop the leaking of my juices
into the soaking panel of my thong.
Desperately trying to pull free of his cock as I look up eyes begging
for his attention. Finally gasping and gagging as he eases up and pulls
his fat cock head from my raw throat and bruised lips.
"I need you to fuck me and quick. I need your fucking cock in my
nasty hole. I want you to fuck me hard from behind. I want you to pound my
cunt."
Eyes begging as I struggle to push myself from my knees to my shaky
feet. My skirt wet with my saliva as I pull it up and drape it on my back as
I bend over a chair in the room and spread my legs apart. Hands grasping
the chair seat as I pull my throng to the side and expose the fat red lips
of my needy cunt.
Feeling his body move behind mine and his wet cock touch the inside of
my thighs and then slide easily into the warm welcoming darkness of my
tunnel. My cunt walls parting to accept his cock head and shaft and then
squeezing his prick in a juicy welcome.
Moaning loudly into the seat as he pulls back and slams back into my
cunt. A grunt pushed from my mouth as his groin flattens my ass cheeks and
slams his prick deep into my pussy. Our groans and grunts loud between the
slap of wet flesh as his slimey cock suctions in and out of my grasping
cunt.
I can feel his cock head swelling and the tension in his body as his
hands grasp my hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh. A loud grunt
announcing the initial eruption and the jerking of his hips spewing more
spurts of his seed deep into my nasty hole.
Using my cunt to milk his cock as with his last shot he holds my ass
cheeks tight to his body. My nipples aching with pleasure as they rub on
the bodice of my dress. The hard points ultra sensitive as I move my ass to
wiggle his trapped cock for a few seconds.
Then a gasp of loss as his cock slides out of my molten cunt. Not
showing my disappointment as I turn around, my legs squeezed tight and I kneel
to take his slimey cock into my mouth and lick and suck the last few drops
of semen from his softening shaft.
Looking up at him and with eyes large, "thanks, I needed that so bad."
Kissing the tip of his cock as I give a wiggle of my ass.
Sighing silently as I push myself up and holding my skirt up smile at
Tad. "I need to use your bathroom and then get back down to the party
before I am missed.
Closing the door behind me as I swipe my fingers between my legs and
lick the thick creamy froth of seed as I push it out. Then using a wash
cloth to dab between my legs, sliding my thong over the swollen and aroused
labia.
Next taking the hair dryer and quickly using it to dry the drops of
saliva from the skirt of my dress.
With a deep breath opening the door to see Tad dressed and sitting
looking unsure of what to do.
"I need to have five or ten minutes before you appear again." Looking
to see if he understands. Picking up my drink and using the scotch to
wash down some of the seed and the smell of his cock and the other scent from
my lips.
Giving him a hug and rewarded with a kiss on the cheek as I slip out
to the corridor and the bank of elevators. Feeling more composed as I slip
into the ladies room and freshen up a little better then in Tad's room and
then to the bar to get another drink.
Feeling lightheaded from the scotch and the recent dalliance with Tad,
and feeling the swollen lips rubbing against each other as I walk. The
inner lips greasy with my secretion and his seed. Fat engorged nipples
rubbing against the taut fabric of my dress.
Smiling as I look for my husband in the thinning crowd, weaving
between the groups of people making their partings. The DJ still entertaining a
small group on the dance floor.
My eyes finding my husband with a couple of other men and walking over
to them with a slight sway to my hips. The alcohol is taking its toll on
my inhibitions as I hook my arm in my hubie's.
"You don't mind if I borrow him for a dance or two. Giving a wink to
the men as I lead him to the dance floor, not letting him protest as I set
my drink down and take his from his hand. And then carefully move him to
the floor where my fingers find the small of his back and the upper swell of
his buttocks. I can feel the fingers sliding partway down my ass cheeks
and pulling me tight, so that our groins are pressing against each other.
Diamond hard nipples pressing into the front of his shirt as I lay my
head on his shoulder and we sway to the lulling sound of the music. One
leg between mine as we move in place. His leg rubbing against the swell of
my pubes, my leg feeling the turgid swell of his organ.
The dancing is arousing me again as we lean into each other. Wanting
to slip my hand between us and rub his bulge and bring it to a full
erection. The middle panel of my thong soaked with my grease and the remnants of
sperm from Tad.
Whispering into his ear that maybe we should retire to our room, and
feeling a bob of his cock as I nibble his ear lobe and his neck just below
the ear.
"Oh fuck." His words husky as he pulls me tighter against his leg.
Using my hands to push him away as I am afraid that he might try to hump my
leg like a dog on his bitch.
"Oh baby, we need to get to our room quickly." My warm breath and
soft words finding agreement as we break our clasp and walk towards the lobby.
Supporting him as we say quick goodbyes, some with knowing looks.
The elevator empty as we ride up to our floor. My hand finding his
rigid organ and rub it firmly through the material of his trousers. The
moans of pleasure from his lips, letting me know that he is ready. How ready
and how long will be a good question as I guide him into the corridor and to
our room. The card key lock blinking green as I pull the handle and we
move into the room.
Closing the door behind us and locking it and putting the chain on the
door as he pushes me against the wall and his hands now roam the outside
of my dress. Fingers pinching the hard nipples as his lips work against my
willing mouth. His other hand finding the inverted "Y" of my body and I
moan loudly into his mouth as her rubs hard on the needy lips of my pussy.
Eyes closing as I reach for my skirt and pull it up to my waist,
exposing the my lower body. His hand finding the soggy crotch of my thong and
pushing it aside as his finger slips into my pussy and thumb finds the small
button of my clit.
Pinned against the wall and moving my hands to work the buttons open
on his shirt as my finger find the little man nipples and pinch them.
The feel of his aroused organ against my bare flesh exciting me
further as he grasps my waist and lifts me up till the knob of his aroused prick
is rubbing my fat lips. A thump of my back against the wall and find
myself impaled by his cock as my legs wrap around his waist and I dig my heels
into his ass cheeks.
The thrusting of his hips burying his cock and then pulling it back as
my body rattles against the wall. My wet walls enveloping and squeezing
the meaty dick.
Mewling softly as I feel myself becoming more aroused; but also
fearing that we will tip over in this awkward postion. Awkward for two people
who have been drinking.
"The bed my prince." Moving somewhat unsteadily to the king size bed
and falling backwards onto the soft comforter and mattress. His cock still
in my body as he pounds my body into the mattress. Raising my legs up to
the ceiling and spreading them apart, as he settles into a steady rhythm
between my thighs. His grunts and my moans and the wet slap of flesh the
only sounds as he finishes with a loud grunt and his body jerks a few more
times and the hard cock softens and slips from my messy cunt.
My eyes staring at the ceiling as I continue to run my hands up his
back, fingernails raking the hard muscled flesh. With no response, lowering
my legs and gently rolling him off of my body to lay sprawled on the bed.
Standing up feeling a drip of cum down my inner thigh as I slip out of
my clothing, looking at my dress and wondering if any stitches have been
ripped or stretched. My thong a soggy mess as I throw it at an empty chair
in frustration and then follow it to the chair as I roll down my stockings
and sit totally naked looking at my husband. Almost wishing I was as drunk
as he is.
Shaking my head as I stand up and work his clothing off till he is
also naked. His penis looking like a cute little nesting worm, coated in
slick moisture from my cunt and his cock.
Shifting him into the bed and after straightening out our clothing and
sitting down with a quick raid of the mini bar. A Johnny Walker Black and
some peanuts my comfort food as I turn down the light and look out the
window at the gently falling snow unto the parade ground across from the hotel.
Sighing as I use my fingers to tease my pussy lips and clit as I toss
down peanuts and sip my drink. Finally rubbing out a small orgasm that
wasn't much more exciting then a hiccup. My frustration still nagging me as I
slip into the bed and spoon my snoring husband.
A troubled sleep of a couple of hours or so and staring up at the
ceiling and watch the clock changing time, one slow minute after another.
Finally at six, slipping from the bed and into the bathroom. Taking a quick
shower externally; but not more then a passing swipe at the fat lips between
my legs.
The mini bar yielding another scotch as I pull the curtains aside and
look at the small flakes still falling to the ground. Setting down the
drink, as I go through my clothing and find something to wear.
Taking my time as I slip on a plaid skirt and an Irish Clan Sweater.
The wool material dragging over my semi hard nipples in a delicious way as
I slip my bare feet into a pair of low shoes. Then as an after thought,
pulling up a pair of panties under my skirt. A little wiggle to settle my
skirt and then leaving a message for my husband propped up on the nightstand
next to his cell phone.
"Went to explore the hotel and get some of my morning lifeblood
(coffee). Text me when you wake up and I will meet you for breakfast.......
Love you always .......Patrice."
I doubt that he will go wandering around when he wakes, he is down for
a few hours yet. Naked on his back with his sweet thingy soft and curled
into his pubic hair. Leaning over and taking it into my mouth and sucking
it for a few seconds then giving a soft kiss on the tip. Smiling as it is
not a hard thumper; but it has swollen a little with my attention.
Pulling the covers over him and giving him a soft kiss on his lips. Just a tease
of tongue tip and then walking to the door.
Hanging the, "Do not Disturb." sign on the door knob as I lock it as
leave. Room card and a few dollars in my pocket as I check my phone as I
walk down the quiet corridor to the elevators. Punching the button and
receiving a quick ding", as I step through the open doors and punch the floor
number.
Not a soul as I step out to the main floor and then to the quick
coffee nook and make a couple of coffees and then carrying them to an easy chair
where I sit down and look quickly at a paper, as I take a few sips of the
hot brew. Texting. And sipping more as I await a response. No answer so
taking my coffees and back to the elevators to find myself wandering
another empty corridor and then stopping in front of a room. Knocking on the
door. No answer, so texting again and then just deciding to ring the phone.
The groggy answer that he will be right there to let me in. Hearing
him rattle the door open as I step into the room and hand him a cup of
coffee. Walking into the room and taking a sip of my coffee; before setting it
down. He silently following me back to the bed and taking his coffee from
his hand and putting it down next to mine.
Smiling as I look at the mussed up hair and the obvious man not
getting the sleep he needs as my hand reaches to his waist and tugs the belt of
his robe. Stepping close and kissing his lips. The tastes of last night
still on his lips as my tongue swipes over the lower and upper lips.
My hand finding the not quite ready penis as it sways gently in front
of him. It may not be stiff; but it is long and round and flexible as I
know he has waken with a piss hardon.
Not giving him a chance as I kneel down and take his sweet cock in my
mouth. Fingers and mouth working together to quickly get a proper response
and one that I need from his organ. I love to watch and feel a soft cock
as it comes to life and swells and hardens because of my attention.
I know that for those moments, it is my ministrations that have caused
it engorged and that now I have his attention, body and mind. I have
never had a man turn away from me when I have got him to this state.
Standing up as I grab the hem of my sweater and tug it over my head to
expose my naked torso. My nipples getting another lovely caress as the
open weave of the sweater drags on the sensitive tips. Moaning as I drop it
on the floor and quickly undo my skirt and push it down my hips. Catching
the waistband of my panties and letting skirt and undergarment puddle
around my ankles as I now stand naked.
Stepping closer till the head of the trobbing prick is touching my
bare pubes. My cunt lips are full and fat with my need, my musk and grease
oozing from between the fleshy labia.
Slipping the robe off of his shoulders and turning him back to the bed
as I reach between us and my fingers grip the veiny shaft with my long
slender fingers. My moans escaping without him even touching me as I give a
shove with my free hand and follow him onto the bed. A soft oommph of air
pushed from his lungs as I wiggle his legs apart and trap his cock between
our bodies.
My mouth finding his small man nipples and I bite and tease them with
my finger nails. Feeling the cock pulsing between us as I rub my body up
his chest and then back down. Massaging his dick with my tummy and pubes.
Pushing up and standing at the foot of the bed. "Climb up there
cowboy. I am going to ride you like a cowgirl on a stud bull." Laughing evilly
as he shimmies back to lay fully on the bed and I crawl up between his
spread legs to feast on his cock and balls with my eager mouth.
Looking up at him as I kneel between his legs, "don't you dare cum. I
will tell you when."
My fingers finding his ball sack as the nails rake gently over the
tight pouch of his heavy nuts. Finger nails tracing up the underside of his
cock, the vein being pressed back into the flesh as I flick my fingernail
against the underside of the head. Working him with fingers and hands and
mouth.
Eyes looking up to see his head moving side to side and his mouth
fighting back moans and groans of pleasure. His cock strong and hard and thick
and long. The skin tight on the shaft and each vein outllined as I lean
to use my teeth to rake along the underside and then suckle on the mushroom
head. The knob a dark red gland, piss hole open and leaking that precious
clear pre-cum.
My cunt is aching and my fat cunt lips hot and inflamed with my grease
oozing down inflamed flesh. I would love to tease him more; but I need
that cock and I need it now.
Sliding up, my knees on either side of chest ass I fold my legs back
and trap the swollen cock between my thighs. Feeling it pressing my fat
lips and twisting to the side to let it slip against the inside of the lips
and then leaning back arms braced on either side of his legs, I take the cock
deep into my greasy cunt.
Rocking with my legs and arms to take it slowly in measure strokes
deep into my cunt. My nipples aching with pleasure as they bounce on my chest.
Grabbing one of his hands with one of mine and placing it on my mound
and directing his strong fingers to rub on the small smooth button of my
clit. The leaning back to rock on his cock as he massages the smooth center
of my pleasure universe.
Worrying my lower lip to keep from screaming as my legs tremble and
tense. My walls grasping the cock tight with my skanky walls. Clenching and
releasing as I work his cock and my body.
My walls now taking over, involuntary contractions gripping his prick
and holding and then releasing it as my legs spasm and I cum hard on his
cock. My body rocking helplessly as I have lost all control of my muscles.
His hips snapping up to meet my thrusts the slap of wet flesh loud.
My upper lips slack as drool slips from my mouth, nostrils pinching tight
and my eyes glaze over for a few seconds as I ride a long hard orgasm. My
cunt shuddering with one long hard release and then another as I mark him
with my nasty grease. The scent of my musk strong in the room and wafting
freely.
Sweat coating my skin as I finally am able to force his finger from my
clitoris. The pleasure too intense as I bit my lip and taste the iron of
blood in my mouth.
Slipping forward onto his chest, my breasts mashed flat, nipples hard
diamonds digging his chest.
Cock still impaled in my cunt as another orgasm gives it some hard
squeezes. Moaning into his shoulder as I feel him now swelling inside of me
and his cum injecting my insides with thick white clots of semen. My womb
awash with his swimming seed.
Panting and huffing as my body finally slows down and I lay quietly
stuck to this man with my sweat and his sticky cum. Feeling his hands
kneading into the ass of my cheeks as I nestle into his shoulder. Clenching hard
to keep his slowly softening cock slips from my messy hole.
Sighing as the cock slips totally out of my slick hole. Kissing my
partner on the mouth. Smiling at him as I slowly unglue myself from his body
and turn so that I can take his cock in my mouth and noisily slurp on the
still semi hard tip. Tasting his cream and my cunt as I lick down and
around his shaft and then licking my cunt juice from his thighs and balls.
One hand cupping my pussy lips as I anoint his cock with my spittle.
Then sitting cross legged in front of him and pushing the creamy white goo
into my hand and licking it slowly and with a great show. Strings of goop
like a slimey cobweb as I slurp it into my mouth like a long strand of
spaghetti.
Laughing as I see his eyes watching fixed on my hand and mouth. "Do
you want to try some?" You already kissed my mouth that had this stuff on
it.
"You enjoy." Shaking my head in agreement as I gently touch the sore
and bruised labia. My clit still sensitive to contact and I sit wondering
if I should have another go right now.
My cell phone letting me know I have a text message as I reach back to
my skirt and pull it out and read.
Sighing loudly again...."I have to go; but so would like to make that
hard and then soft again. Leaning once more to kiss his cock on the tip.
Then kissing his lips, feeling a little resistance as I press my lips to
his and my tongue into his mouth. Letting him taste the small snowball that
I kept for him.
"You know Tad, this was lovely and I hope that we can do this
again........soon. Oh, I know you fucked some girl last night before you did me.
I could taste his pussy on your cock."
Smiling sweetly, "like you I fucked someone last night other then you.
I was wondering if you could taste not only me but my husband's cum on my
lips just now when I kissed you." Not a question, just a rhetorical
statement as I dress and make as if to kiss him goodbye.
Giggling, "don't call me if you want to get together again. I will
text you in a few days and you can let me know if we do this again. I would
like it; but you are the one with more freedom then me."
Putting a little wiggle in my stride as I pick up my coffee and twirl
my panties in the other hand as I open the door and step into the hallway.
Waiting till I am in the elevator to text my husband that I can bring
him up a coffee or meet him in the restaurant for brunch. Setting my
coffee down and slipping my panties back under my skirt. Wondering if someone
is watching me in the security room as I smile up at the camera
lens.............
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