CHAPTER 7
Saturday. I actually had a business meeting this morning. How
in heaven's name would I concentrate on business, knowing that
she would be waiting back at the hotel room for me? The thought
ran through my mind as I drove the rental car across the
Minnesota River bridge on I35, heading for suburban Burnsville.
I visited Ted at his home, and we spent the required time going
over what business we had to do with each other. At least, I
think we did -- my mind was not there at the time....
My mind was already back at the Sofitel Hotel, in that room with
Toni, in that bed with Toni.
When I returned to the room, she was dressed and waiting. A deep
and passionate kiss, broken off before we lost control again.
"I've got to go back to the apartment and pick up some more
things; I packed in such a hurry last night that all I really
brought was jewelry and things -- I feel like an idiot!", she
said.
So, we went back to her place, and I waited in the car while she
put together the clothing she'd need for today and Sunday. Out
she came, bag in hand, now dressed casually. I had bought
tickets to hear the St.Paul Chamber Orchestra this evening, just
as a surprise for her. Actually, I was looking forward to
hearing them. I had bought the tickets before ever leaving for
Minneapolis, on the hope that she'd be willing to go with me,
never dreaming that we would have just spent the entire night
fucking our brains out.
And, at this stage of things, at this point in time, that's what
it probably was for me -- fucking. For her, it might have been
making love, but for me it was fucking. Something I'd been
missing for a LONG time!
We spent Saturday doing basically nothing. Went to a mall to
explore, drove around, ate lunch. At one point we pulled into
the deserted parking lot of an insurance company and necked like
a couple of high school kids. We got a nervous laugh out of
that, and for the next couple of years we were together, we would
sometimes laughingly suggest to each other that we "find some
parking lot".
That night we did go to the concert -- early, since I didn't
really know where the place was, and neither did Toni. As
things turned out, we got there TOO early, in a way....
We arrived at the concert hall over an hour before the concert
was due to start. So early that people weren't even going into
the hall yet, it being a balmy Twin Cities evening. So, we sat
in the car and talked.
Talk gradually turned to snuggles, snuggles to kisses. Soon,
there in the car, I began to cup those lovely firm breasts
through the dressy blouse Toni was wearing. She had on the
blouse and a pair of slacks, while I was wearing a sport coat and
dress slacks with an open-collared shirt. My coat was hanging on
a hook in the back seat of the car.
Our kisses became deeper and deeper, and my hands roamed under
the blouse, which I had tugged from her slacks. No bra.
Wonderful. Firm tits, tight hard nipples. Her tits were just
nicely a handful for me. She leaned back as I eased the blouse
up over those lovely mounds and took one in my mouth. I could
almost cover it with my mouth, if I opened as wide as possible.
Holding it in my mouth, I let my tongue flick over the nipple,
feeling its stiffness as I toyed with it.
Toni moaned as I sucked. The window was down on her side of the
car, and people would occasionally walk past the front of the
car, heading for the concert hall. We were oblivious -- Toni
with her blouse pushed above her breasts, me giving them cover
with my hands and mouth.
I fumbled with the waist buttons on her slacks, and her hand
dropped into my lap. She ran her palm up the bulge in the front
of my pants, as though she were testing the length of the
erection beneath. I was rock hard, but the position and my
clothing restricted me.
She fumbled with my belt, just as I managed to get her slacks
unbuttoned. I slid my hand into her slacks to the happy surprise
of -- no pantyhose! Just tiny little string bikini panties,
baring covering the sparse triangle of down. I cupped her mound,
my finger touching the now thoroughly wet crotch of the panties,
the slickness of the satin under my palm.
"No fair", she murmured in frustration, squirming on the car
seat, as she fumbled with my pants. "Me too!"
I sat more upright and waited for her to open my pants. She ran
her hand in as our lips met once again, her palm cupping the huge
bulge in the front of my jockey briefs. A man walking past the
front of the car stared as Toni freed my rock hard cock from my
briefs and began stroking the entire length of it. My hand
returned to her crotch, and my finger disappeared into her
sopping pussy.
"Do we have to go to the concert?", she asked. "Let's just go
back to the hotel".
I fired up the car and was out of the parking lot in a flash. It
turned out to be maybe the longest drive of my life. My pants
were still open, Toni sat beside me with her pants still open
and her blouse still pulled up. My right arm was around her and
I could cup her right tit, rolling the nipple in my fingers. Her
left hand slowly stroked my cock, pointing straight up clear past
my waist by this time, while her right hand occasionally went
into the front of her pants. She let me watch as her middle
finger slowly traced a tiny circle on the satin panty crotch.
When we got to the hotel, it took a minute for us to get composed
enough to walk across the lobby, clear to the elevator bank.
Once in the room, clothes flew in every direction! I laid her on
her back with her long, lovely legs over my shoulders and buried
my cock in her sweet cunt. SLAMMED into her, bent her almost
double in the effort to get every fraction of every one of those
seven and a half inches into her. Her teeth were clenched as she
rubber her clit with the middle finger of her right hand, wetting
the finger with her own juices. She reached behind me and tugged
at my hips, urging me deeper and deeper into her. Her wet finger
slipped into my asshole, deep in. As my hips slammed my cock in
and out of her, her finger ran in and out of my ass, fucking my
ass as my cock fucked her cunt. Finally, as we couldn't wait
another second, she drove her finger all the way in while I
buried my cock to the hilt in her. Her finger pressed my
prostate gland, and I nearly passed out as I emptied my cum into
her steaming box!
I collapsed on top of Toni, and neither of us moved for over an
hour. We dozed, my cock still inside her, her finger right at my
totally relaxed asshole. Finally, we slept....
CHAPTER 8
Sunday morning brought a beautiful sunny day to our hotel room
window. We nearly slept right through it. This was the day I
had to leave for Las Vegas, and I was wondering many things....
Would this turn out to be just a glorious weekend, or would it
somehow go on? Would this lovely girl who had made me feel so
wonderful and virile again want a repeat performance somehow,
somewhere, or would she kiss me goodbye?
I slowly awoke, aware of movement on the bed. It was Toni. She
gently kissed me, as I struggled to open my eyes. I became aware
of her hand, gently caressing my cock, her teeth nibbling at my
nipples. She slid lower on the bed and knelt between my legs.
Oh, God! My wife simply didn't do this! It had been so long....
I watched, as the lovely mouth that I had kissed so passionately
all weekend opened wide and covered the glistening head of my
cock. I'm not circumsized, and the vein at the bottom on my
glans was drawn ever so tight by my now throbbing erection. She
just covered the glans with her mouth, gently sucking, her tongue
brushing the vein that held my foreskin. Long lovely hair
cascading down....
I lay there, consumed by my emotions, which were rapidly
centering in one very hard place in my body.
And that place was HARD! Rock hard. Cat couldn't scratch it
hard. Toni was beginning to suck in earnest now. She pushed
her hair back so I could watch, and I did. It was almost
dizzying, seeing my cock being slowly engulfed by that lovely
mouth, the mouth that my tongue had explored so well for the last
couple of days. She began to stroke my cock with her small hand
as her mouth went up and down, up and down, her cheeks hollowing
on the upstroke as she sucked harder and harder.
It was as though she had no teeth. Just softness of her lips and
mouth touched my cock -- amazing! She's a small girl, and my
cock is huge -- six and a half inches around! I wanted her.
Wanted to sink my cock deep into her again, but she wouldn't stop
sucking.
It was becoming a real problem for me to hold back, and I tried
to tell her. "Toni, you better stop.", I said. "I can't hold
back much longer!"
Her replies were muffled by her mouthful of my cock, and were
simply soft murmurs as she continued to suck, her pretty head
bobbing up and down, up and down. Oh, God, it was beginning!
"Toni, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum in your mouth!", I
was almost shouting now. "Umm hmmm", she murmured, moving a bit
faster, her lips gripping my shaft even tighter. "Do you want me
to cum in your mouth?" "UMMM HMMMMM!", as her cheeks hollowed
deeply from the suction she created!
Then, she did something -- for the first time, then -- that I
never really figured out, in all the times she did it to me over
the times we shared. While she never lost the rhythm of her
bobbing head, never relaxed the grip of her lovely lips, never
once eased up on her wonderful sucking of my cock, she slid her
tongue over the glans in some way, very lightly, barely touching
the skin -- an electrifying tingle shot through me, and I
clenched the mattress with both hands!
It boiled out of me. Huge loads of cum shot into her sucking
mouth. I came so hard, I blacked out for just a split second.
But, I managed to raise my head to watch as Toni sucked, gently
squeezing my balls with her hand, rubbing my prostate with a
thumb, her cheeks pulling in as she tried to get every last drop
out of me. Some of it ran out the corners of her lips and back
down my cock as I watched her Adam's apple move from her attempts
to swallow. She had trouble swallowing fast enough, I gave her
such a huge mouthful of cum.
Finally, I stopped. Exhausted and totally drained, I reflected
that -- at the age of 32 -- this was the first time in my life
that a girl had let me cum in her mouth (hell, MADE me cum in her
mouth!) and swallowed every drop, without my paying for it. She
LOVED it! She actually loved sucking my cock, and had no problem
at all with my cumming in her mouth -- in fact, she would have
been disappointed if I HADN'T cum in her mouth. This pretty,
young girl who had once typed my letters, done my filing, told my
wife what kind of wine I wanted with my dinner.
Although I had to leave Toni in Minneapolis that day, I resolved
that -- if she wanted it -- this wouldn't end. She wrote to me
at my office about a week later. Her letter was exactly what I
wanted to hear. "Please", she said; "Don't make this just a one
night stand." She described in loving detail how our sex had
made her feel, the sensations that went through her as she sucked
my cock. "I love it when you cum in my mouth; it makes me tingle
all over!" "I love your mouth, your tongue on my pussy, the way
you get my clit to stand so you can suck it." This, this was the
sweet, beautiful child (almost) about whom I had fantasized, just
a short while ago....
Oh, yes. This WOULD continue.