No Substitute

 Copyright 2000 by silli_artie at hotmail dot com

This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written permission of 
the author.

A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended 
by stories with sexual content.  Then again, if all youre looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you 
should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive comments.  Enjoy.

	Oh God, where was it?  I looked around the hotel room again.  I know I had it last night, 
and I thought I put it away this morning.  Maybe it was in my bag.  Nope, not there either.  
Where was it?  I was starting to get frantic.  I didnt know how Id get to sleep without it.

	I sat down at the edge of the bed, trying to calm down and remember what Id done with 
it when Id gotten up.  Had I left it out?  Oh shit -- had Connie seen it when she was over earlier?

	Wed flown into Atlanta last night, Connie and I.  Shes a contracts negotiator, and Im a 
technical specialist.  We were spending three days in Atlanta working out details on a deal, then 
two days in Newark, then spend the weekend in Chicago and meet with another client there at 
the beginning of the week.

	But if I couldnt find it, how would I get through the night, let alone the rest of the trip?

	I tore the room apart looking for it.  I knew it was late, and Connie was in the adjoining 
room, but I was getting frantic.

	I was going through drawers for the umpteenth time when I heard a knocking on the door 
between our rooms -- for some reason, the hotel had put us in adjoining rooms.

	Thank God I was still wearing my sweats -- I looked up, and Connie was standing in the 
doorway, wearing a hotel robe.

	She smiled and held out her hand.  Looking for this? she said, as she opened her hand.

	She was holding my pacifier.

	I know I sighed a mighty sigh as I stepped closer to her.  She put an arm around me, and 
sat me on the bed.  She sat next to me.

	Like to tell me about it, Pete? she asked.

	I almost started crying.  She knew about Peg and I breaking up, and how devastated Id 
been -- the whole company knew, I think.  Id been in a funk for almost two months.  Connie had 
finally dragged me out on the road again.

	Weve worked together for a few years.  Shes six or seven years older, and great to work 
with, to travel with.  Shes all business.

	She put an arm around me.  Tell me? she asked softly.

	It was hard, but I told her.  One of the things Peg did, and did so well, was hold me at 
night, hold me to her breasts.  That was the only thing that got my mind to stop whirring and 
working on problems.  Shed hold me to a nipple, and my mind stopped.

	When Peg left me, I didnt know what to do.  I didnt sleep well.  Id go night after night 
without sleeping well, then collapse from exhaustion and get a good nights sleep.

	About two weeks ago, Id been at the store shopping.  Walking down an isle, I saw baby 
stuff, including pacifiers.  Impulsively, I bought one.  When I went to bed that night, I popped it 
in my mouth.  I slept great, and Id been sleeping with it since.

	She rubbed my back gently.  Its not your fault she dumped you, she told me softly.

	I wiped my eyes and looked at her.  But I could have... I started saying.

	She shook her head.  No, Pete, she wasnt right for you.  You didnt do anything 
wrong.

	I sighed again, shaking my head.  I looked at the pacifier in her hand.  It was so silly.  Im 
supposed to be a grown man.

	She moved away from me a little, more to the middle of the bed.  She smiled and said, 
Pete, you can have it back, but Ive got something better if youd like.  With that she slipped 
open her robe, revealing a flannel nightgown underneath.  She reclined on to the bed as she 
slipped off the shoulder straps, revealing her beautiful breasts.  She held out her arms to me.

	I sighed and slipped down to her.  I moaned as I took her nipple in my mouth.

	One of her hands circled around the back of my head, holding me to her.  Oh, thats it, 
she sighed.  She held me closer.

	I slid one arm under her, put the other arm over her, and held on.  I sucked; I sighed; my 
mind went blissfully blank.

	I drifted up from my dreamy state some time later.  I was still at her breast, all the lights 
in the room still on.  Her hand was pulling my head to her rhythmically, and I found I was 
sucking to that rhythm.  I sucked with more emphasis, tonguing her nipple, and was rewarded 
with a moan.

	I became aware that more than her hand on my head was moving, as I drew my legs 
around hers.  I moved my hand down, and met hers between her legs.

	At first I helped her hand as she pleasured herself, but then she moved her hand away 
with a sigh, and let mine take its place.  I kept the same rhythm, moving gently into her wet 
warmth.

	She moaned, and her hand flew to my head, now holding me to her with both hands.  Her 
hips started moving with abandon.

	Oh, thats it!  Dont stop!  Oh, dont stop! she moaned.

	I followed her lead with hand and mouth.  She shifted gears, moving slower but stronger, 
then (stolen from silli artie at hotmail dot com) let out a low moan that shuddered into a sigh.  She moved my hand away, and rolled from 
her back to her side, switching me to her other nipple, holding my head, moving it around gently, 
deliciously.

	Oh, God! she sighed after a bit.  She moved her hips back a little, and her hand went 
into my sweats, sliding down my very erect cock and fingering my balls.

	It was my turn to moan.  In a flash I shed my sweats, and as she pulled up her nightie a 
little with one hand, she pulled me on top of her with the other.

	We slid together and kissed.

	I grabbed her shoulders.  She put one hand on the back of my head, and the other on my 
bottom.  Soon she was moaning and quivering around me.

	I felt myself start to tense up -- I wasnt wearing a condom!

	I tried to pull out, but she put both hands on my bottom, and gasped, Its okay -- in 
me!

	I found her lips with mine again, and soon we both got what we wanted, and needed.

	After drifting together for a while, she managed to get my T-shirt off.  I remember the 
lights going off, and being pulled back to her body.  As our bodies touched and I took her nipple 
in my mouth, she sighed, Oh, theres that feeling again!

	I sighed and snuggled in.

	Morning light and a blaring radio -- I hadnt closed the shades.  I rolled to turn off the 
radio and bumped into Connie.  It took a bit for my mind to reset.

	As it did, she got out of bed and headed for the door to her room.  I feeling flashed 
through me -- what had we done?

	But she turned to me with a lusty smile.  Go to the bathroom, and meet me back in bed!

	My heart was still beating fast, but now for a different reason.  I got out of bed and went 
to the bathroom.  I brushed my teeth, and ran the electric shaver over my muzzle.

	When I got back to bed, she was already in it, covers pulled up to her chin.  I hoped she 
was only wearing a smile.

	My eyes closed as I crawled in, feeling for her, drawn to her.

	Oh, youre so warm! she sighed as she pulled me to her.  We kissed, and she pulled my 
head down to her breasts.  Oh, suck, please!

	I was happy to oblige.  She held me, squeezed me, and we both sighed in appreciation.

	The way she held me, squeezed me, was incredible.  I was so lost in her.  She pushed me 
to my back and straddled me.  I moaned and arched my back as we slid together -- she was so 
warm and wet.  She pulled a pillow beneath my head, and as she rocked her hips, she lowered a 
nipple to me.  Suck, please....

	I threw my knees apart as far as they would go, rocking in time with her.

	Oh, thats good, she sighed as she slipped her arms underneath the pillow and held me 
to her.

	I held her waist, trying to pull us closer, pull me deeper.  We shifted position a little, and 
I was bumping something inside her.

	Each bump sent a shudder through her, and she started moaning and grinding her hips on 
me.  As I felt myself stiffen, I pushed deeper, and she cried out, Oh yes! as I came inside her.

	She moved me to her other breast, rocking still, milking me.  We rolled to the side, still 
together.  We separated eventually, with slurps and sighs.

	I was on my back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations, half asleep, our legs still tangled, 
and a hand on her waist..

	She put a hand on my belly.  Weve time for a quick shower and then breakfast.

	I let out a long sigh.  She laughed and rolled out of bed.

	I joined her in the shower.  Two in the shower is much more fun.

	Downstairs in the restaurant, we made a quick pass over the breakfast buffet.  We sat 
down in a booth, looked at each other, and sighed.

	She spoke first, as she pulled a contract out of her briefcase.  I was wondering how I was 
going to get your attention.

	I nodded.  So adjoining rooms wasnt an accident?

	She smiled and shook her head.  Wont be in Newark or Chicago, either.

	I sighed.  I wondered what we were going to do in Chicago over the weekend.

	She moved my hand inside her coat to a breast.  I know just what youre going to do.

	I felt her, and her nipple tightened.  You dont mind? I asked.  I think Peg had minded.

	She shook her head, smiling.  She leaned closer and whispered, You could suck on me for 
hours.  I need it as much as you do.

	We ate our breakfast mostly in silence, except for sighs as our hands came together.

	She paused just long enough outside the restaurant door for me to put my arms around 
her and give her a kiss.  She pressed her breasts into me, then her hips.

	God, I want you, she whispered in my ear as I pressed her against the wall.

	We could tell them well be a couple of hours late, I whispered back.

	I need more than a couple of hours, she told me, and kissed my neck.

	I slid an arm around her waist and headed us to where our rental car was parked.

	She chuckled, then pressed something into my hand -- my pacifier.  As we walked by a 
trash can, I tossed it in.

	No substitute for the original, she said, moving my hand from her waist up to a breast.

	Sure you dont want to be late? I asked once more.

Fin 
Rev 10/7/2000


No Substitute 
By silli_artie at hotmail dot com 
http://www.asstr.org/~artie

