Saturday, June 24, 2017


I turned off the TV and got up from the chair.  As I walked towards the now-opening bedroom door Janelle entered the living room.  Although the light was dim in the suite I could see her well.  I breathed in her perfume as we neared one another.  My heart started to race again.

She was wearing a black textured body stocking with black pumps.  She had a jacket on, black, cut longer than a blazer it nearly covered her ass. The front styling of the jacket was a deep vee, the lapels falling across her full breasts which were covered only by the bodystocking.  The only jewelry she had on was a silver bracelet and silver stud earrings.  Her eyes were made up far more than usual. The effect was tremendous in the low light.  Her lipstick, just as the night before, was dark.

I was intoxicated.  She did a slow turn. When she had her back to me she pulled the jacket up over her round ass.  She bent slowly forward then straightened up, let the jacket drape normally again, and turned back to face me.  I was speechless.

"Is this OK?"
All I could do was smile.
"Should I put on some music?"
I nodded and she went over to the table and in a minute or so the suite was filled with some of her hypnotizing electronica.

She walked back towards me in time with the beat.  One foot in front of the other working it like a model on the runway-- or a stripper on stage on amateur night more likely.
We kissed.
For a while.
I stiffened.
She sensed it and ran her hand down slowly and found it.  She smiled.  "I've wanted that all day," she said.

"Tell me, did you pack any scarves in that trunk?"
"A couple, I think."
"Go get all that you brought."

I watched her walk into the bedroom, her ass like the proverbial bag full of bobcats.

She came back out with three silky, colorful scarves.  I looked them over in the dim light and then dropped them on the couch and went back to kissing her.

As things heated up I helped her slip off her jacket.  Then I took her bracelet off and placed it on the stand where the TV stood.  She looked spectacular in that bodysuit and heels.  I put my lips next to her left ear and said softly, "Put your hands behind your back with your palms together."
She did so without a word.
I moved behind her and picked up one scarf and wrappped her wrists together tightly before knotting the scarf.  "Your circulation should be fine tied that way," I said, "Hold your arms as far away from your body as you can." I bounced both of her ass cheeks a few times with my right hand before stepping back in front of her. "You can drop your arms back down. Can you get your arms free?" She shook her head.  I pinched both of her nipples through the sheer fabric of the bodystocking.  Then bounced her tits a few times with my hands.  I slapped them gently from each side several times.
"You look good Nelle.  Still feel good?"
"I feel great Mr. Wilson," Janelle said.

I pulled the cushion off the chair and put it on the floor in front of her.  Because she was bound at the wrists I helped her to her knees. She sat back a bit and I instructed her to straighten up so that her shoulders, hips, and knees were in line. She did so.

I stood back and took in the view, the trance music heightening the experience.  I stepped back to her and reached down to make sure the open crotch of her lingerie was framing her snatch.  I adjusted it and felt her moistness. I slid three fingers all around her wet pussy.  I bent down so we were face to face and put my fingers to my mouth, touched my tongue to my lower lip, and said, "You taste great too, Nelle." She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out slightly and I fed her some of her own juice.  She ran her tongue all around my fingers and then started to suck on them.  I pulled them from her hungry little mouth.

I stepped over and picked up another scarf.  I prepared it as a blindfold while standing behind her and when I put it over her eyes she gasped slightly.  I tied it firmly and then tested her, seeing if she'd flinch when I threw a hand towards her face.  Nothing.  I stepped away from her and took a drink from a rocks glass of bourbon I had been drinking when she had come out of the bedroom.  I leaned back, relaxed, breathed a bit to get my heartrate under control and just watched her.  She looked good kneeling in her come-fuck-me-pumps and black body stocking.
Bound at the wrists.
She began to sit back on her heels.
"Straighten up, doll."
And so she did.

I moved to the other side of the suite as quietly as possible.  When I said something to her about her music she jumped slightly.  She didn't know where I was in the room.  Between the blindfold and the music masking the sound of my movements some of her senses were impaired.

I stepped back over to her quietly and got on the other side of her from where she had last heard me speak.  I unbuckled my belt close to her right her so she could hear it.  I unbuttoned my pants and then, right next to her ear I quickly unzipped my pants.  She smiled and put the tip of her tongue on her lower lip.  Then I stepped away from her and watched her as I took my clothes off as quietly as I could.  She frowned slightly and said,  "Where are you?"  She got no answer from me.

I stood in front of her although she didn't know I was there.  Looking at her and stroking my cock it wasn't difficult to get good and hard again.  I stepped up to her and put my right hand on her cheek. She turned slightly into it. "Good girl," I said as I slapped her other cheek firmly with my cock.  She turned her head that way and opened her mouth.  I bounced the head of my dick off her full lower lip.
She tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth wide.  I slid my cock in slowly but then she pushed her head forward trying to take it all in one stroke.  She choked, and I pulled back out. "The pretty girl is in such a hurry," I said.

And she went right back down on it.  Blindfolded, bound, and swallowing cock as fast as she could.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Sunday Brunch & Beyond

Janelle and I walked several blocks from the hotel to a restaurant for brunch on Sunday morning. We left the hotel about an hour and a half after I was ready to go.  I spent the time waiting for her to get ready drinking hotel room coffee and watching an old movie on TCM.  It was no great hardship. I like watching movies made in the 30s and 40s more than the current crop of films.  It's like time travel. The coffee, however, could have been better.

On the way to the restaurant I marveled at how a woman could take so much time getting ready yet look so natural as a result.  I mean that as a compliment.  Janelle looked squeaky clean, fresh, and glowing-- not overly made up.

The restaurant was a place that specialized in breakfast all day and had a name with an egg joke imbedded in it.  They were busy but we didn't have to wait long to be seated.  I had bacon, eggs, and grits. And good coffee.  I'm wary of grits in places that aren't mom & pop restaurants but their grits were done right, slow cooked and good with cheddar, real butter and ground black pepper.  Janelle had an omellette and coffee.  As we left we agreed that we wouldn't need much else to eat all day.

As we got closer to the hotel on our walk back we stopped at this small greenspace-- not a full-blown park, just an area with shaded benches where you can watch people out and about in the shopping village.  We talked about a few things, still getting to know one another, when Janelle started a people watching game.  She spotted a couple walking, well out of earshot, and said, "I say he enjoys it when she does it cowgirl but she'd really rather take it doggystyle. What do you think?"

I looked at Janelle, wondering if she was crazy.  Then I looked at the 20-something couple.  "I disagree.  He's afraid to try anything but missionary and she's frustrated because her last boyfriend always did her from behind. She misses him terribly."

"Either way, they need to communicate more," Janelle said.  Then she spotted a couple in their 50s and said to me, "You start this time."

This went on for about three more rounds and was mildly amusing.  Then I said to Janelle, "What if someone was watching us sitting here and played this silly game on us?  What would they say?"

She looked at me for a second.  "First, they'd think it was pretty unlikely that a sweet young woman like me would have a sexual relationship with such a curmudgeonly old man.  But, if forced to come up with something, they'd say that I enjoy everything of a sexual nature while you are just grateful for some attention."

After a moment I said, "Well, they'd be right about me but would they be right about you?"
"Pretty much," she said.
"So, there's nothing you prefer over everything else?"
Janelle waited until two guys had walked past us a few steps.
"Well, since you're so persistent, I really enjoy being on my knees, fingering my pussy, while gagging on cock."
"Sweetheart, this sure is your lucky weekend. Too bad for you I'm so old."
She snorted.
"By the way, young lady, those guys heard you."


We went into the city for the afternoon. We visited lots of galleries and little shops that Janelle likes. She bought a few things for herself and I bought her a watercolor she liked.  We got back to the hotel around 6 PM and after hanging around the suite for an hour or so we went out to get a light meal.  We were back in the suite by 8 o'clock.  Frankly, the whole day had been like one of those Cialis ads where they urge guys to take a pill every day because you never know when the time will be right to fuck.  The more time I spent with Janelle the more attractive she was to me.

"I brought all this stuff to wear," she said, "and last night you didn't let me wear anything but my shoes."
"They were nice shoes," I said.
"Still, I wanna dress up..."

I told her that if she let me get cleaned up first she could spend as long as she wanted getting ready for the evening.  So, about twenty minutes later, there I was watching an old movie again while she was in the bedroom / bathroom side of the suite getting ready.  I actually could feel my heartbeat the longer I waited for her.  I did some deep breathing techniques to get my heart back under control.

It was just after 9 PM when the bedroom door opened slightly, "Mr. Wilson?"
"Yes, Nelle?"
"I think I'm ready, can you turn the TV off?"

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Takin' It Hard

After just a few minutes I knew I was going to blow my load way too soon.  Thinking that would be a sub-optimal outcome, I pulled out of Janelle's mouth and started to walk past her.  I ran the fingers of my left hand down her spine as I went by.  She sat back on her heels, still perched on the ottoman.

"Why are we stopping?"
"We're not.  We're just getting started," I said.
She frowned.
"But I was having fun."
"You weren't going to have fun for very long though, 'Nelle.  You're too damn good at that."
I patted her lightly on the left ass cheek.
"Get that sweet stuff back up in the air.  Just like you were-- and get your knees as far apart as you can without slipping off that thing."

She got back up on her hands and knees and widened out her stance as much as possible.  I stood behind her, put my right hand, palm down, between her legs and I slipped my middle finger into her pussy.  She was seriously wet.

"Fuucckk, babydoll," I said quietly.
"Hey, I got off having your cock in my mouth.  I told you..."

I wasted no time getting a second finger into her and started working that hole-- twisting my hand as I moved in and out of her. She pushed back against every move, forcing my fingers deeper into her.

"I found something for you this afternoon," I said, "don't move."  I went into the bathroom and got the lube I bought at the drugstore.

She stayed right where she was on all fours on the ottoman.  I wasn't gone fifteen seconds. I was surprised at how watery the lube was, not a gel at all, but a liquid.  I put some on my index and middle fingers and began to work it into her.

"Does that feel warm?"
"A little... maybe..." she said.
Then, just a few moments later, "Oh, there it is, oh yeah, it's definitely warming up... nice... I like that, Wil..."

I had two fingers in her again and was working her pussy harder now.  After a few minutes Janelle moaned, "You've gotta put that dick in me baby... c'mon... do me... put that big cock in my pussy... fuck me baby..."

I had been rock hard when she was sucking me off but now I was only semi-stiff. However, it was firm enough to slip the head in and start working her.  Between her tight but slippery snatch and the warming liquid covering my cock I stiffened quickly and as I grew and hardened I started to ride her round ass good and hard.

As the pace picked up Janelle dropped her head down to the ottoman and stretched her arms out in front of her and just fuckin' moaned.  She arched her back and kept her ass up high.  When she got into that position I slam fucked her until we were making a helluva racket.  She got very vocal, demanding that hard cock, screaming for it.  Her talk made me drive harder and deeper and I spanked her big, beautiful ass hard as I rammed her.

I finally buried my load deep into her hot slit. When I pulled out of her wet cunt I could see her white ass was darker where I smacked her.  Even in the low light in the living room of the suite it was clear she had gotten her fine ass spanked hard. Janelle had started out with nothing on but jewelry and shoes.  Somewhere along the way, I had no idea when, her shoes had fallen off.

Freshly fucked and ass-smacked, she rolled over onto her side, still lying across the ottoman. I walked into the bathroom and washed my cock off.  I figured it would be good to get that hot lube off my dick before she put it back in her mouth.

When I walked back into the room she groaned, "Damn, baby, you're a nasty fucker..." Then she laughed a bit.  I went over to her and rolled her onto her back on the ottoman.

"Put your fuckin' legs in the air and spread 'em apart."
She hesitated a second.
"Do it," I said.
She did.

With my left hand I split her pussy lips apart. I slid the middle finger of my right hand right back into her cunt.  I pumped in and out of her a few times and she tried to inch away on her back.  I pulled my finger out of her and stretched across her with my arm.

"Open your mouth, you hot little bitch" I said.
When she did I stabbed the sticky wet finger right into her mouth.
"Clean that up, slut.  It's cum and pussy juice, just for you."
She sucked on my finger.

"You wanna get fucked some more this weekend you dirty, cock-sucking, cumslut?"
"Yes, please,"  Janelle said.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Suite Time

We talked for a while as she had white wine and I, having finished my bourbon, moved on to ice water.  I had no intention of getting even slightly drunk.  The double of Maker's Mark had calmed me.  As we talked I felt an edge building.  An urge for Janelle.  The desire for sex.  More drink might push me over that edge and I didn't want that.

"There isn't any music. I can't believe you don't have music in this suite, Wil.  You of all people," she said.
"Just a radio that sounds crappy and some music channels on the TV," I said.
"You are so lucky I stopped by!"
She pulled her phone out of the carry-all sitting on the floor next to her, got up, walked over and put it on the desk.
"Hang on a second.  I'll be right back," she said.

Janelle walked into the bedroom and I heard her unzipping one of the bags of hers I'd hauled up.  Soon she came back with a small Bose speaker system.  As I watched her, studying the amazing curve of her ass in those jeans, she got her phone linked to the Bose and a surprisingly big, rich sound came out.

"What do you want to hear?"
"Whatever you want is fine," I said.
"Seriously?  You don't care?"
I shrugged.
"Whatever makes you happy," I said.
Janelle laughed
"Happy.  You're funny.  You mean, whatever makes me ready to..." she said.
It was my turn to laugh.
"I was hoping you wouldn't need music to be ready for that."
"Good point, Wil.  But music helps with the mood, ya know."

She started up a Deep House track.
"Too loud?"
"It's fine," I said.
She stood back, decided it was just right, and then poured herself more wine. She was about two thirds of the way through the bottle already. We sat next to each other on the couch in the suite.  I got up and closed the sliding door as the evening air was now too cool coming off the dark blue-green mountains.

I'm more interested in organic music than computerized electronica but as the tune played I thought her idea was inspired.  There was nothing about it that would draw my attention away from what I was interested in-- getting my cock into her-- and the beat of it was insistent and had a sexual pulse to it.

We continued to talk as her music spooled out into the room.  I was enjoying being with Janelle.  She was smart, positive, and alluring.  Time went by but I had no care how much had passed.  Everything was in the moment and nothing else mattered.  It was the point I was hoping to reach when I left for the mountains on Friday.  How I would have gotten there alone I don't know.  But Janelle got me to a great state of mind.

"Here's something you won't believe about me," Janelle said, "I'm not really a drinker."
"Why wouldn't I believe that?"
"Because, last night we went out and I drank beer, and in the story I told you when we were hiking today I drank wine at that dance club, and tonight we're here in your suite and, look at me, I'm drinking.  But I don't drink very often, really."
"Janelle, all I'm worrying about is that the wine will put you to sleep."

She put her plastic wine glass on the side table.
"I'll have you know that I am wide awake, my dear."
She studied my face for a few moments.  I could almost hear her thinking.
"You know why I brought along so much stuff?"
She didn't wait for my response.
"Because I spent an entire hour trying to figure out what you'd want me to wear to bed.  Plus I have no idea how many times... so I finally just thought, 'aw fuck it,' and threw everything in the suitcase, plus stuff to wear if we ever actually leave this room, oh and about 8 pairs of shoes, and jewelry, and... well. damn near everything."

I smiled.

"Did you bring that subject up because you want to go to bed now, Janelle?"
Her eyes darted around the room.
"Well... not necessarily to bed... but...."
"And you want to know what to wear?"
She nodded.

I moved next to her on the couch.  We kissed.  I felt that nice wave I was riding on get stronger.
"Since I don't know any of these outfits you packed, we'll keep it simple this first time. And, it's just the first time-- not the only time.  Wear this: perfume, lipstick, as much jewelry as you want, and the sexiest heels you packed."
"OK, so like just a nice bra and panties set..."
I interrupted.
"No.  Only the stuff I told you to wear, Janelle."
"Oooohhh.  Um, OK. Really?  And then just come back out here?"

After a few moments of pondering Janelle got up and headed towards the bedroom.  "Give me a few minutes, OK?"
"I'm not going anywhere," I said.

After she closed the bedroom door I closed the blackout drapes and turned out every light except one in the foyer that cast a dim, golden glow into the living room.  I poured another double shot of bourbon on a single ice cube in my cup.  I sat down in the chair in the corner and put my feet up on the ottoman.  The chair faced the bedroom door.  I waited for Janelle to reappear as her beat-heavy trance music played on.

After just a couple minutes the door cracked open.  "Babe, would you bring me some wine?"
I got a fresh plastic wine glass and poured some more of the chilled white into it.  She slipped her hand out to take it. "Here," I said, placing the glass in her hand.  I smelled her perfume and my heart rate increased.
"Are you sure I shouldn't wear the sheer little black teddy I brought?" Janelle asked.
"Wear exactly what I told you to wear."
The door closed.

It was another fifteen minutes or so before the door opened slightly.
"Wil?  Are you still out there?   Awake?"
"Come on out, Janelle," I said as I stood up, walked around the ottoman and moved towards where she would appear.
She opened the door, took one hesitant step into the room, and into the glow of the light from the foyer.  She had a white bathrobe pulled tightly around her.  When I got to her she loosened her grip on the robe and I slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet.  I stood back from her to take in the view.

She was a perfect five and a half foot nude hourglass perched on a pair of black wedges.  Her olive skin looked darker in the low light. She was wearing dark lipstick-- it was impossible to tell the real color but it was dark.  Her dark brown hair was down but you could see the silver, dangling earrings she wore.  She had a massive silver necklace on that looked vintage.  It fit close to her neck, almost like a choker but fell along the top of her beautiful, full breasts. 

I moved to where I could view her best without blocking the light falling on her.  Without me telling her to do so she turned slowly so I could take in every angle.  When her back was to me she raised her arms up over her head.  She moved slowly, snakelike, a wave of movement rolling through her from her head to her toes.  It was mesmerizing. 

Janelle walked past me to change the music and I stood still following her with my eyes-- never taking them off her body.  She put on another mix.  One with a slower beat.  She found just the right one.  Turned it up a little bit louder.  Then she walked back over to me.

"Is this how you wanted me?" she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
"Exactly. Even better than I imagined, actually."
"Oh, did you do a lot of  'imagining' while you were waiting?"
"I did."

I took her by the hand and led her over to the ottoman.  I pointed to it and said, "On all fours, right there."
Janelle situated herself on the ottoman without a word.  I walked around her.  She held her head back so she was looking straight ahead.  The sight of her fine round ass and her large breasts hanging down had me hard.  On my second trip around her I ran my hands across the taut flesh of her backside and gave each cheek a quick, firm smack.

Then I stood in front of her as she stayed put atop the ottoman.  I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.  Neither of us said anything.  Janelle lifted her right hand and grasped my dick at the base.  I moved closer.  And then she slowly slid me through her dark lips and took that cock into her mouth until my balls were against her lower lip.


Sunday, October 30, 2016

To The Suite

We drove back to the parking garage behind the hotel.  Janelle got out of my car, got behind the wheel of her Jeep, and I walked over as she rolled the window down.

"I'll be back in about two hours or so. Don't worry if it's a little bit longer... I have to get cleaned up, pack a bag or two, you know..."

"No problem. I need to run a few errands, get some supplies, take a shower..." I said.
"Supplies, hmmm?  I wonder what that means."
I laughed and shrugged. She grinned, backed her Jeep out of its slot, and scooted out of the garage and out of sight.

I stood in the garage watching her drive off and wondered just what the hell we were doing. It was all pretty crazy. But, best not to overthink it. You run into an interesting, attractive woman like her who wants to spend the weekend shacked up with you in a hotel room and, what the hell, just go with it.

I went up to the room, shaved for the second time that day, showered, and then went out on my shopping mission.  A stop at the grocery store first for some food and beverages.  The suite had a microwave and refrigerator, of course, so I got beer and a few bottles of wine as well as some edibles. Then it was off to the drugstore.  Since I came to the mountains solo I hadn't brought along any lube or condoms. I found a warming lube I'd never used and figured it was worth a try. Got condoms but, frankly, I hoped that Janelle wouldn't want me to use them.  I stood in the store thinking about sliding my cock deep into that girl with nothing but slippery slickness between her skin and mine.
Hey!  Snap out of it, bub.

Within an hour of leaving I was right back in the suite. Janelle had been gone just an hour and a half. Nothing to do but wait.  I put away everything I had bought. I straightened up the bathroom. I turned on the TV. Straightened up the living room.  Walked out on the balcony. Checked the bathroom again.

At the two hour mark I still hadn't heard from her.
Two and a half hours went by and no word.
At the three hour mark I was officially concerned.  Did she stand me up?
It had been three hours and fifteen minutes from the time she drove out of the parking garage when I figured I'd call her and see where she was.  Then I decided to wait.  Didn't want to seem too anxious.

About ten minutes later my phone rang.

"I'm just leaving the house, babe. Sorry! It took longer than I thought. Were you worried?"
"Nah.  Just sitting here watching a ballgame," I said.
"OK. I'll be there in ten."
"I'll be down there."
"Cool. See ya."

I was waiting at the same slot she'd pulled out of earlier when she rolled up, parked, shut off the engine, and opened the door.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," I said as she got down out of her big toy truck.
We hugged.  She smelled great.  She looked even better.  Jeans, boots, and a cotton sweater.
Silver bracelets.  Too many to count.  Silver earrings.  Hair and makeup-- spectacular.

"You sure you weren't a little bit worried?" she said.
"Of course I was worried.  I was beside myself," I deadpanned.
She made a harumph sound.
"Janelle, truthfully, I couldn't wait for you to get here. But, looking at you, it was worth the wait."
"That's more like it, mister," she said.

She opened the back of the Jeep and there was more baggage back there than I would take on a two week trip. "All this goes up?" I said.
"Just the two suitcases," she said.
Which was pretty much all of it.  I mean, I didn't think that the tool kit and orange and red roadside warning triangles were going to the suite.  Before I opened my yap with a smart remark I decided that I wouldn't say anything about over-packing.  It dawned on me that everything in there might be something I would enjoy.  So, why complain? The hotel had an elevator, the bags had wheels.  It wasn't like I'd be carrying them up the mountain on my back.

We got up to the suite and I put her bags in the bedroom.  She kept a carryall with her. When I came back into the living room she was sitting on the chair near the balcony.  I opened the curtains and rolled the sliding door back.  The cool mountain air rolled into the room.  I sat down on the couch and, suddenly, everything felt awkward.

It wasn't anything she did and it wasn't anything I did.  It was just that the situation was awkward.  We barely knew each other and, abruptly, the only thing we had in front of us was the fact that we were going to have sex.  We weren't going out to a movie, a club or dinner first.  Neither of us was hungry as we had eaten a late lunch.  Sure, there was a movie theater within walking distance of the hotel but we weren't going there. The TV was off.  It was quiet. We were just two people sitting in a hotel suite with nothing else to think about but having sex.  Unless I had a heart attack first-- my heart was beating so hard it was like I was at an 8th grade dance and the coolest girl from home room had just winked at me.  I wouldn't have been surprised if Janelle could hear the pounding. If she had said so I couldn't have heard it over the rushing sound in my ears anyway.

When the pressure is on people made of stern stuff come to the fore. Whether it's workplace pressure, domestic struggles, your favorite team stinking up the joint, or an impending election where all the candidates make you want to puke, sometimes you just have to get through it.  For most people it comes down to prayer or drink.  In my case I was praying I had bought the right drinks.

"May I get you something to drink?" I said.
"A white wine would be nice... if you have some," Janelle said.
"How about a crisp, cool, California Chardonnay?"
"That sounds dee-vine, dahling," she said, like an elegant dame from a '30s movie.

I pulled the cork and poured her wine into a plastic wine glass from Walgreen's. (At the corner of healthy and happy, indeed.)

I threw two ice cubes-- from the bucket I had filled while waiting for her call-- into a blue solo cup.  Two shots of Maker's Mark 46 (don't leave home without it) followed the ice.

"To a most interesting weekend," I said as we tapped our plastic beverage containers together.  Janelle smiled, sipped her wine, smiled again. "Mmmm, very nice!" she said.

Awkwardness officially over.