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Subject: Anniversary Festival M-F
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2004 18:23:43 -0700
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Anniversary Festival
As we drive to the next event together I do my best to get you to let me
massage your lovely breasts, we had no "alone" time at the last event and my
balls are aching. I told you to wear my favorite dress but you thought the
weather would not co-operate.
"Hell, it's only weather Gloria! Welcome to Oregon" we laugh hysterically.
This time your sex drive is almost parallel to mine and you ask me about our
toys.
"You did bring our bedroom toys didn't you Greg?"
"You know me better than that Gloria, heck I even bought you a new dress you
haven't seen yet"
"OH MY GOD your bad", "What is it?"
"Well it is button Front"
"I just knew you would buy that type, easier for you to slip your fingers
inside me at the Bar EH?"
"YUP"
"Would you shave your pussy before we go out?" I ask
"Mmmmmmaybe." With a sly grin on your face
Hope we can find a good place for dinner, and a fun place to have a few
drinks later eh?
Yeah but your thinking about Kansas City aren't you.
"Absolutely!" I say
"This time I might be a little bolder" you say.
"That would be so excellent, now feel my crotch, see what you do to me?
This road is boring and you're so sexy!
(My mind goes back to KC and the Bar at the Embassy Suites, but that story
will have to be written another time, I bet Steve the bartender would like
to add a few paragraphs of his on when we write that one.)
We enter the harbor area and the panoramic view is one that if Ansel Adams
were a sea faring man he would have loved this. It looked more like a page
out of a Hemmingway book.
Men walk up from their boats, tired, sea-weary and looking for fun. Several
men trudge past without a look but a few pause, like that man with the green
eyes to soak in the beauty, the beauty of my wife. Not wanting to linger
they head for the familiar watering- hole they all know as the "Porthole" I
know that we both need a drink and the Porthole looks like THE place but a
shower and a glass of wine are in order first!
As we check in Toby, the owner of the Inn is nowhere to be found, we spoke
on the phone and expected him to be here. That is the way of the sea, he is
a fisherman first and an Innkeeper second we knew he might not be here so
the desk clerk took care of the details.
As we check in you find my hands all over you and you blush but don't stop
me as the desk clerk goes about his business not noticing anything out of
the ordinary.
He asks if we need the Bellboy to take our bags to our room, and we are so
pleased to not have to carry anything over 2 pounds up stairs. We say a
resounding "YES"
The Bellboy is young, at best 25 but he is definitely up for the job, he
grins as he hefts our bags and lingers as he sees Gloria's breasts, exposed
almost to the nipples and heaves a sigh as he leads us up the stairs to our
room.
The Bellboy opens the door for us and we enter, wow nice room. You move to
the windows and take a deep breath, Greg, come here! I saunter over and I
realize what took your breath away, the harbor, my goodness it is just at
our feet! The sailors, the boats, the view, and there is our restaurant &
Bar for the weekend. Speaking of a view I again feel my cock pulse as you
snuggle close to me and flash me a glimpse of your breasts my hand
instinctively moves to your erect nipples, not caring if the Bellboy sees or
not.
He is standing there quietly hoping for a tip, and at the same time
realizing the sexual tension in the air. "How do we tip him? I have an
idea!" I say as I cup your breasts in my ham size hands.
"Really, Greg ! You're terrible, you're embarrassing him! Damn, let me just
get your wallet".you fumble and fumble as you grope for my wallet.(seems
like your groping for my cock as much as for my wallet) I squeeze your
lovely breasts and grin. "Greg stop that!" Gloria's eyes meet the Bellboy's
a flutter of eyelashes and a silky blush. "Really Greg, Now stop." Not
convincing. Not at all convincing.
The boy, not quite so young and innocent as it seemed, was watching
every move. The obvious swelling in his pants was not escaping my wife's
gaze and every move of my hands on my wife's breasts made it worse. Young
enough to enjoy, and not able to hide his excitement, his bulge seemed to
pulse under his slacks, as his own imagination of what might be about to
happen blossomed in his mind. He saw breasts softly outlined under a silk
shirt, and a second later nipples outlined as erect as Irish stones under
the soft fabric and his breath was clogged in his throat and at that moment,
as a look passed between us and my hand skimmed her crested nipples and our
bodies swayed into each other, he could only hope to escape the room before
the tumult behind his zipper escaped the slippery constraint he had on it.
Tip be dammed! He thought as he was about to come like a damned volcano, and
there wasn't anyway to hide the stain. When he came, it wasn't a halfhearted
effort, whatever the provocation. And this one promised to be a gusher.
There was just something.. About the way the people were looking at each
other. about the energy in the room. He had no choice but to cum! He could
not stop the gusher, it came in waves and involuntary spurts he was sure
they could hear his grunts and what would they think of a Bellboy Cumming in
his pants? The stain was showing & it grew as his imagination went wild
thinking about the new folks from Gold City. He exploded in his uniform and
new he had to bribe the people in the laundry to wash, dry & press his
clothes before he had to make another call.
"Goodness Greg I think the young man is in a hurry to leave, here my friend
thank you for carrying our bags up for us" as you hand him a few folded
bills into his shaking hand.
"Oh no Ma'am thank YOU !" and he bows slightly with both hands folded in
front of his crotch, and a gleam in his eye. When he exits our room we both
have a difficult time getting out of our clothes fast enough, and when my
tongue slips between your sopping wet folds of your pussy it is obvious you
enjoyed the little display we put on for the Bellboy. We made passionate
love on the floor not taking the time to even find the bed.
To bad Toby, the owner was absent when we checked in, he may have
enjoyed the little display of affection as much as the Bellboy (too bad for
him)
He was to meet us at the desk at check in but maybe he will meet us later in
the Bar.
The deep blues and grays of evening were seeping in to the room and we lay
exhausted in bed, the lethargy of good sex resting easy on us.
A light knock on the door roused us from our dreams that lingered. I reached
for my robe and moved, slightly off balance still from good lovin', towards
the door, hastily wrapping it around myself and made a quick glance back at
Gloria she pulled her terrycloth robe around her deliciously naked body to
be decent before I opened the door. My eyes are still slightly unfocused as
they are for a few minutes after good sex, Gloria pulls her belt tight and
slides out of bed to stand behind me.
Gloria is obviously mesmerized by the face at the door, unfamiliar, but
rugged and handsome. Toby introduces himself as our host, absent for an
afternoon of fishing on the ocean, but here to welcome us to his Inn. His is
the face that we had seen earlier at the wharf, on the boat, as we pulled
in. The one with the long and penetrating look. The one I hadn't thought to
mention. Gloria steps up a little closer behind me but to the side to get a
better view, she pulls her robe around herself, but the fabric does very
little to cover her breasts that are gleaming above the veer of her robe. I
know she can feel my eyes there as well as the eyes of Toby. There is the
scent of our lovemaking in the air and the scent of the herbal candles that
we lit. There is a moment between myself and Toby, one of those purely male
moments in which so much is said and nothing at all is spoken. His gray
green eyes drinking in every drop of Gloria's breasts, his eyes direct but
gentle and a handshake of a confident man. If I could have chosen a friend,
it would have been a man with that look in his eye. I immediately liked the
man, and reined in and put aside my feelings about the woman who stood
behind me, our gaze turned to one of mutual respect, and Gloria's robe
seemed to hang in a more relaxed manner.
"Welcome to my Inn guys" with a big smile so it's your anniversary this
weekend too?"
"Yes and we hope to have a lot of fun while we are here. Greg, why don't we
meet Toby for drinks after dinner tonight, what do you think?" She ran her
hand over my robe covered ass.
"Toby, we would love to meet you at the Porthole and hear your stories of
daring-do on the high seas, what do you say?"
"Sure that would be great, they even have a jukebox with some great dancing
tunes, I might even pull a few strings and get you guys a few free rounds,
to help celebrate your anniversary."
"Then it's set we ought to be there by eight or so" Gloria grins and adds a
cheerful "Dancing too, this ought to be great fun"
They were here for three days, for a festival, and Toby understood at the
most basic level, that for him, it was going to be a long, hard weekend.
Greg is a man he respected and his wife, my God what a sexy, beautiful thing
she is judging from the scent in the room and their dress I might have been
a little luckier if I knocked a few minutes earlier. No matter, if the
weather continues to hold maybe she will decide to catch some sun on the
balcony, great view from there, for all of us. It will be fun to have a few
drinks with them this evening at the Porthole.
We say our goodbyes to Toby then closed the door, and slid back against
it. My hand instinctively cupping myself against the thick terry-cloth of my
robe, what had just happened? Gloria realized her robe was open more than
she thought and her breathing was closer to a pant I pulled her close to me
and slid my hand under her robe to her steaming and dripping pussy.
"Well it seems you enjoyed our first meeting with our new friend Honey?"
Your hands drop to the knot on my robe, untie it and begin stroking my cock
"Oh Greg take me to the balcony and let's play some more"
We have several hours before our planned meeting with Toby at the Porthole
and the Restaurant is a short block from the room, so we decide to have a
couple of glasses of wine and a little fun on the balcony.
When Gloria finally finishes getting ready she walks into the room wearing
the new button front blue dress I bought her with wedge sandals and a look
that always drives me wild. Unbuttoned just enough to impress for sure and
it did everything I hoped to accentuate her breasts, and reveal enough leg
to definitely get my eyes focused. "What do you think?" you say as you spin
in the center of the room stopping just right so the open portion of the
bottom of the dress flairs to expose those lovely legs. "I did a little
something special for you, see?" With that you lift the sides of the dress
to expose your freshly shaved pussy bare and without panties. "Oh Gloria you
are the sexiest woman on the planet! I love it!"
At dinner we tried to behave ourselves but the booth was so inviting and I
knew no one could see through the tablecloth I had to test the waters
so-to-speak, and slipped my hand between Gloria's thighs at the most
inopportune times, like when our waiter delivered the wine and showed us the
label and nearly missed Gloria's glass as his eyes were taking in the
wonderful view of her breasts. Gloria, unable to speak as my fingers slowly
moved into the wet warm place I love so much.
So it is off to the Porthole and hopefully a lot of fun and conversation.
The Porthole is a typical seaport bar smokey and loud with non-stop music
via a Rock-o-la. Wild times and wild stories are the norm at this bar. We
chose a corner booth shaped like a large triangle high back seats and quite
plush for a seaport bar I thought.
"I love it when you shave for me, it is the most erotic thing you could do
for me Gloria, We seem to have this private little space to ourselves honey,
let me have a kiss" you lean into me and our lips press gently together and
my bad hand slides above the bottom button of your new dress. "mmmm" is all
you could muster in the midst of our embrace.
"Gosh Greg, your BAD!", as you giggle and straighten up to peruse the bar.
Toby enters and he obviously is pleased to see us sitting in a corner booth.
"Hi you two how was dinner? I should have told you the Albacore at the Sea
Horse restaurant was from my foray earlier today can't get it fresher than
that!"
"Gloria had the Ling Cod & I had the Halibut, excellent on both counts,
guess we will have to try the Albacore tomorrow night!" I said.
"I don't think Sally is at her best tonight" says Toby.
"What?" Gloria asks.
"Hell you two are sitting here and not a glass of water between ya" With
that Toby motions to the cocktail waitress and she dances over to our booth
with a huge smile on her face. She is an attractive woman, jet black hair as
silky as those women in the hair commercials, breasts about the size of
Gloria's and dark brown eyes.
"Hey Toby how have you been? You've been a bit of a stranger lately" Sally
says "Well Sal the B Merry was in need of some attention and with the new
Inn I am stretched pretty thin. Sally, I want you to meet my new friends
from Gold City, Gloria & Greg" Gloria smiled and the two of them took stock
in each other, her smile widened as they seemed to communicate without as
much as two words. "Hello Sally" said Gloria.
"Hi there nice to meet you both" Sally's eyes seemed to read right through
me, like she knew what the two of us were inseparable and passionate for
each other. "what can I get you folks?"
As she takes our order I sense something between Sally & Toby, something
deep but distant.
Toby thinks that he must have done some really good things in the past to
receive this kind of good luck, my God she is a sexy woman Greg is one lucky
son-of-a-gun.
More to come
Greg