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Room 104
I stared at the incoming guest list. It had been a few weeks since anyone of any real interest to me had spent the night. Room 104 was open, as I always tried to keep it until just the right guest checked in. None of the names stood out, but I had learned years ago that rarely mattered.
It was the slow season. Winter was over and summer hadn't yet begun. There wasn't much to do or see, so we didn't have many guests checking in. My family had owned this small 20 room motel for two, wait, three if you counted me, generations. I had been working here for as long as my memory goes, in one way or another. Now mostly, I was behind the desk from 3-11pm. If luck was on my side, I was in room 104 from 11 until morning.
There was no room 105, hadn't been since I was 21. That was now the back room, office and storage area. The door that joined it to 104 was still there.
The first week of the summer that I turned 22, home after graduating college, room 104 was occupied for three nights by the most attractive soccer mom I had ever seen. She was alone. Well, that first night she was. The second and third, I was invited through that nearly unseen door between my world, and hers. We both learned a lot over those nights. I was putting my degree in hospitality to good use. They didn't cover this in any of my classes. I still smiled anytime I saw a minivan with a soccer ball sticker in the window.
A few months after that, a raven-haired soft butch with incredible eyes walked in, checked in. I put her in 104. She wasn't shy, answered the knock on the door between worlds at 11pm without hesitation. She extended her stay from 1 to 3 nights. I was putty in her strong arms.
I learned to read the eyes, the body language, see the signs. I didn't always catch anything, but if I had any idea there might be a chance, 104 would be occupied. I changed up my game plan depending on the vibe, soccer moms liked coyness. Strong butch women usually liked me to be upfront, just knock. I loved just knocking. It usually led to just fucking. Just fucking was exhilarating.
This summer I would be 26. My game hadn't changed much over the years. Summer and Autumn were the best seasons for me. 104 was occupied often.
I flipped through the guest book. The one I kept for room 104 only. The pages fell open to the beginning. The first entry. I went through some of my favorites. Some I skipped, forgetting those encounters. Not every occupant received my knocks well and not everyone who opened the door was worth it. But I had more good times than bad. By a lot.
Nicole
She looked like every other worn out soccer mom that had ever come through check-in, only she was alone. No kids or husband in tow. Told me she was taking a 'stay-cation' courtesy of her spouse. The plan was to rest and refresh, be a better mom when she went back home. She looked ragged at check in, but hot as fuck. Her disheveled hair in contrast to the shirt with the plunging neckline and boots that went up and over her knees. The jeans under them tight as skin.
The morning after her first night I pulled myself out of bed and set up breakfast. It wasn't my job, my mother questioned why I was there. I was hoping to see her and wasn't disappointed. I had exactly what she needed to refresh. We made eye contact a few times as she nibbled on the waffle she made. Her eyes stayed in that contact longer than needed, for normal interaction anyways.
That night, she came into the lobby for coffee, then tea. Then for nothing but to continue teasing me. I knocked on the door between our worlds at 11:01. She let me in.
We wasted no time. Lips collided. I ripped her crew neck off and pushed her on the bed. No bra. Her breasts were so tiny she didn't need one. My mouth fit over almost everything she had. She whispered she had never been with another girl. I told her it didn't matter, I had.
She was a quick study. Her tongue worked my clit like it was born to do nothing else. A hunger was awoken in her that night and she was in a feeding frenzy. I happily allowed Ankara escort (http://ankaradograma.com/) her to dine on me. I was her very own three course meal.
Her fingers learned when to curl in, when to go slow and when to go hard. The way her back arched when she was in my lap, riding my hand, her tiny little tits in my face, was...yummy.
She fucked with the pent-up energy and wild abandon of a frustrated house wife. Still the best lay I've ever had, that first night with her. The second night was even better, she was more comfortable. I didn't have to knock; the door was already unlocked.
She was waiting for me, naked on the bed. By the time I made it across the small room, I was naked too. My mouth was everywhere, she was enjoying every lick and nip. She was more adventurous that second night. Took the reins more. I let her.
Night three I was a mixture of sad and excited. I had enjoyed her, and her me. She gave me a coconut oil massage. Her hands were almost as good as her tongue. I left before the sun rose, so I didn't have to watch her leave.
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I smiled remembering her first staycation here. She came back every summer. The only time I left her room was in time for my 3-11 shift, sometimes I took the night off just to spend more time in her bed. She liked to snuggle. I didn't mind. She was the first occupant of 104 but would not be the last by far.
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Jenn
She was checking in early; my mother was at the desk. She almost didn't get put in 104. Quickly I moved to 'help' mom. Assigned her my favorite room. Her spiky jet-black hair and tattooed arms were sending electricity through my core. Only one night. I needed to move quickly. She looked at me and I pulled part of my lower lip in between my teeth, raised my eyebrows. My fingers lingered just a bit as I handed her the keycard to 104, our eyes met.
She walked by the lobby on her way out a few hours later. I watched until there was no hint of her left. I was throbbing with desire. She was back. 11pm came and I went into the old room 105. Knocked. The door opened and she pulled me inside. She was in control. Total control.
I was on the bed, naked. The shirt I had been wearing was ripped on the floor. Her hand was on my throat as she plunged her strap-on in. Over and over. The pace was exhilarating. She liked to slap my breasts. My ass. The mix of pleasure and pain tossed me over the edge more than once. I loved the feeling she gave me. I wanted to explore that side of me more.
She extended her stay. Two more nights of being dominated. I couldn't sit comfortable for days afterwards. I hoped she would come back. Soon.
****
She did come back. A few times. She never booked ahead, just showed up.
None were as good as that first stay with her. But everyone left me tingling all over, and unable to sit properly for days.
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Blondie and friend
Finally, someone interesting, 104 is occupied again. Well, two 'someones'. I knew the moment they walked in they were here to have fun. Two nights. Night one was exhausting. They took turns with me then I with them.
Blondie had her tongue deep inside me, her friend was playing with my nipples. Her mouth a cavern of warmth over them. The way her tongue swirled as blondie licked had my body moving in directions I didn't know possible.
Blondie flipped me on my stomach, pulled my ass up into the air, her friends turn with me. I tugged blondie over, she was my favorite. I could smell her, I needed to taste her. We came at almost the same moment.
Second night, I spent more time with blondie. She was still my favorite. The brunette wasn't thrilled but I didn't care, neither did blondie. She lowered herself on my face and rode me to ecstasy. Then returned the favor. I let her friend play with the parts of me that blondie didn't claim. I saved my playing for blondie only.
*****
I keep hoping blondie will come back, alone. It hasn't happened yet. I haven't had double fun since that night.
****
Sara
The long winter drought is over. Last night was... amazing. The redhead I put in 104 had more tricks up her sleeves than I could have imagined when looking at her the first time. I almost Ankara escort bayan (http://ankaradograma.com/) didn't put her in 104. She looked like a librarian, but that red hair had me hoping. She didn't fail to deliver.
I never expected the blue dildo she used on me. She didn't seem the type. Boy am I glad I was wrong. Her nipple piercings were another pleasant surprise. You really can never tell simply by looking at someone.
She had a thing for feet. My toes have never been sucked and fucked so fully as last night. Never did I think of my feet as sexual. Now I wouldn't ever see my toes and not think of her.
Her kink was hot, watching her put each toe in her mouth as I played with myself, then with her. Fuck. After sucking each one, she fucked me with her own foot. I sucked on her toes after. Maybe I'll have a thing for feet now.
Maria
I need a break from 104. Last night was rough. Rougher than I liked it. I was a willing participant, but it's time to give 104 a break for awhile.
Nicole
My soccer mom is back. Three nights again. I knew we wouldn't be missing out on night one this time. She looked at me like I was a snack when she walked through the front door. Didn't take her eyes off me when she handed over her credit card.
The door was unlocked. She buried her face in my legs, her tongue was still born for licking me. I asked her if she had been practicing since we last met, her only reply was a mischievous grin.
She brought toys this time. I dined on her for the next three nights.
Mia
This one is different. She's local. Just needed a night of peace she said, didn't even have any bags with her. She walked in and asked if we had any rooms. I had a room for her.
She was strong looking a little taller than me, purple hair, nose pierced, a few tattoos. Skin tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt. She was a mixture of soft and tough, hard and gentle. I needed to know all those parts. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was close to my age.
Tea. They always came to the lobby for tea or coffee. I never stocked any in 104.
Jeans had been replaced with shorts. Her ass was... yummy looking in them. Same sleeveless shirt. Her purple hair flowed over bare shoulders. She looked my way, licked her lips. I bit my lip. She casually walked over. Asked me what time I was off. I told her 11. 'See you at 11:01'. This one was definitely different.
She liked it a little rough. And fast. And hard. I obliged. Morning came and I didn't want to leave. Didn't want her to leave. No morning after regret. None. She woke me up with kisses, with fingers and fucking. I gave her my cell number.
Maura
It's been awhile. I broke up with Mia last week. 104 is back in business. It's been hard watching some worthy candidates come and go, but now that Mia is gone....
Maura. So quiet. I didn't think she was going to work out. Two nights. The first one she came into the lobby for tea. I made sure to go into 105 when I knew she was back in 104 and make some noise. Talk, so she knew who was on the other side of the door.
10pm she came back in... more tea. She had sweats, and no bra.. Her cut off shirt hinted at a flat stomach and a belly button piercing. I was intrigued. I watched her walk around. She saw me looking, I wasn't hiding my interest.
I knocked, quietly. She opened the door a minute later. Was not surprised at all, stepped aside and let me in. I looked around; a few suitcases scattered around. More than needed for 2 nights. She had secrets she wasn't willing to tell.
She stood there, in the middle of the floor, lost looking. I kissed her, gentle. She didn't kiss me back at first. Maybe the night wouldn't work out. Her hand went to my face, then her lips responded. She needed quiet, calm. I could handle that. I started slow, grazed her breasts with my hand, lightly caressed her nipple. She moaned ever so quietly.
I kissed under her ear, down her neck, took her shirt off. She backed up to the bed as I did. She was ready. I slowly pushed her down to sitting. She had uncertainty in her eyes, but the moans coming from her mouth told me more.
I straddled her lap. She tentatively reached for my shirt. I Escort Ankara (http://ankaradograma.com/) helped her remove it. And my bra. She looked at my breasts for a few moments, her mouth hung partly open. I knew what she wanted. I put my hand behind her neck and guided her in. My back arched so she has easier access. She started with just a small kiss above my nipple. Then another. It took 4 or 5 before she ventured to the nipple. They were already hard but wanted to be consumed. A kiss first, next her mouth lingered longer. Then her tongue went under it. Finally, she licked. And sucked. Moans were escaping my mouth with vigor now.
She went for the other breast, didn't take as much time to get to the licking and sucking. I was enjoying her pace. It had been awhile since I had slow and loving. Mia had been more 'fast and furious'. My hips were rocking into her, she was getting distracted. I told her to move up, to lay down. Her pants came off.
I spent time slowly loving her body. The belly button piercing was real. It was a good body to love on. Tight ass, perky boobs. Just the right size. She reacted to every touch. By the time I removed her panties she was soaked and beyond ready. My fingers slipped in with ease. I curled and played with her spongy inside then when she was close I pulled out. She complained.
My tongue went to work, she was so warm and wet. I felt her on the edge again and stopped. More complaining. I told her to have patience. She tried. My fingers and mouth started working together and this time I let her fall over the edge. I didn't stop as she trembled. Felt her come down and built her back up and over again. Then again. She was red and sweaty and exhausted when I was done with her.
She was falling asleep. Asked me to stay. I did. She toyed with me a few hours later. She wasn't so quiet anymore.
Carrie
Redheads are by far my favorite, last night solidified that. She came into the lobby in a tank top and skimpy shorts. It was 40 degrees outside. The fire between my legs was burning white hot. Asked me some question, I don't even remember what now. She touched my arm. I almost leapt over the counter and took her there. My parents would have been very disappointed in me.
Instead, she slipped me a note. As if I didn't already know what room she was in. I knocked on the actual door to 104 this time. She opened it, pulled me inside. Her lips were on my neck at a dizzying speed. She was in a rush; her hands found their way inside my pants.
There was a glint in her eyes when she realized I had no panties on. And I was already very wet. She used her knee to spread my legs, slid her fingers inside me, pounding me and calling me a slut. Fuck it was hot. She was like a fire tipped match stick. We made it to the bed, eventually. She was a natural redhead.
She was out cold by 2am. I wanted to stay, to see if she woke up a fiery dragon but instead I slipped out. The night had been too perfect, didn't want to ruin it with the morning after regret look.
Karen
I never expected last night. We were full, so 104 went to the mother of the bride. I was in 105 after my shift when the door between rooms opened. I never kept my side locked when I was working, usually kept it open. She was in her early 50s. Standing there in the doorway in just a towel. 'I thought this went to my daughters' room' left her lips. Bullshit lady. Bullshit.
She was tiny, shorter than me, body that did not say 50 something. The towel barely covered anything. I stared just a moment too long. She turned around, walked back into 104, her towel dropping in the process. She didn't shut the door. That was all the invitation I needed.
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I would have a thing for older chicks for awhile after that night.
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Nicole
I saw her name on the list, watched the minivan pull in. No boots this year. Coyness wasn't needed any longer.
I took a 20-minute break, had to show her how much I had missed her. She shaved now. Her soft bald mound threw me off for a second. Then it excited me, my 20-minute break ended up 30. Luckily no one rang the front-end bell while I was ringing hers.
No wedding ring this year. I noticed but didn't say anything. She had the coconut oil; I loved my happy ending.
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The front door opened. Tattoos, closely shaved sides, spiky raven hair. Jenn was back. Asked if there was any rooms open. '104 is'. It was going to be a good weekend after all.
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Room 104
I stared at the incoming guest list. It had been a few weeks since anyone of any real interest to me had spent the night. Room 104 was open, as I always tried to keep it until just the right guest checked in. None of the names stood out, but I had learned years ago that rarely mattered.
It was the slow season. Winter was over and summer hadn't yet begun. There wasn't much to do or see, so we didn't have many guests checking in. My family had owned this small 20 room motel for two, wait, three if you counted me, generations. I had been working here for as long as my memory goes, in one way or another. Now mostly, I was behind the desk from 3-11pm. If luck was on my side, I was in room 104 from 11 until morning.
There was no room 105, hadn't been since I was 21. That was now the back room, office and storage area. The door that joined it to 104 was still there.
The first week of the summer that I turned 22, home after graduating college, room 104 was occupied for three nights by the most attractive soccer mom I had ever seen. She was alone. Well, that first night she was. The second and third, I was invited through that nearly unseen door between my world, and hers. We both learned a lot over those nights. I was putting my degree in hospitality to good use. They didn't cover this in any of my classes. I still smiled anytime I saw a minivan with a soccer ball sticker in the window.
A few months after that, a raven-haired soft butch with incredible eyes walked in, checked in. I put her in 104. She wasn't shy, answered the knock on the door between worlds at 11pm without hesitation. She extended her stay from 1 to 3 nights. I was putty in her strong arms.
I learned to read the eyes, the body language, see the signs. I didn't always catch anything, but if I had any idea there might be a chance, 104 would be occupied. I changed up my game plan depending on the vibe, soccer moms liked coyness. Strong butch women usually liked me to be upfront, just knock. I loved just knocking. It usually led to just fucking. Just fucking was exhilarating.
This summer I would be 26. My game hadn't changed much over the years. Summer and Autumn were the best seasons for me. 104 was occupied often.
I flipped through the guest book. The one I kept for room 104 only. The pages fell open to the beginning. The first entry. I went through some of my favorites. Some I skipped, forgetting those encounters. Not every occupant received my knocks well and not everyone who opened the door was worth it. But I had more good times than bad. By a lot.
Nicole
She looked like every other worn out soccer mom that had ever come through check-in, only she was alone. No kids or husband in tow. Told me she was taking a 'stay-cation' courtesy of her spouse. The plan was to rest and refresh, be a better mom when she went back home. She looked ragged at check in, but hot as fuck. Her disheveled hair in contrast to the shirt with the plunging neckline and boots that went up and over her knees. The jeans under them tight as skin.
The morning after her first night I pulled myself out of bed and set up breakfast. It wasn't my job, my mother questioned why I was there. I was hoping to see her and wasn't disappointed. I had exactly what she needed to refresh. We made eye contact a few times as she nibbled on the waffle she made. Her eyes stayed in that contact longer than needed, for normal interaction anyways.
That night, she came into the lobby for coffee, then tea. Then for nothing but to continue teasing me. I knocked on the door between our worlds at 11:01. She let me in.
We wasted no time. Lips collided. I ripped her crew neck off and pushed her on the bed. No bra. Her breasts were so tiny she didn't need one. My mouth fit over almost everything she had. She whispered she had never been with another girl. I told her it didn't matter, I had.
She was a quick study. Her tongue worked my clit like it was born to do nothing else. A hunger was awoken in her that night and she was in a feeding frenzy. I happily allowed Ankara escort (http://ankaradograma.com/) her to dine on me. I was her very own three course meal.
Her fingers learned when to curl in, when to go slow and when to go hard. The way her back arched when she was in my lap, riding my hand, her tiny little tits in my face, was...yummy.
She fucked with the pent-up energy and wild abandon of a frustrated house wife. Still the best lay I've ever had, that first night with her. The second night was even better, she was more comfortable. I didn't have to knock; the door was already unlocked.
She was waiting for me, naked on the bed. By the time I made it across the small room, I was naked too. My mouth was everywhere, she was enjoying every lick and nip. She was more adventurous that second night. Took the reins more. I let her.
Night three I was a mixture of sad and excited. I had enjoyed her, and her me. She gave me a coconut oil massage. Her hands were almost as good as her tongue. I left before the sun rose, so I didn't have to watch her leave.
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I smiled remembering her first staycation here. She came back every summer. The only time I left her room was in time for my 3-11 shift, sometimes I took the night off just to spend more time in her bed. She liked to snuggle. I didn't mind. She was the first occupant of 104 but would not be the last by far.
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Jenn
She was checking in early; my mother was at the desk. She almost didn't get put in 104. Quickly I moved to 'help' mom. Assigned her my favorite room. Her spiky jet-black hair and tattooed arms were sending electricity through my core. Only one night. I needed to move quickly. She looked at me and I pulled part of my lower lip in between my teeth, raised my eyebrows. My fingers lingered just a bit as I handed her the keycard to 104, our eyes met.
She walked by the lobby on her way out a few hours later. I watched until there was no hint of her left. I was throbbing with desire. She was back. 11pm came and I went into the old room 105. Knocked. The door opened and she pulled me inside. She was in control. Total control.
I was on the bed, naked. The shirt I had been wearing was ripped on the floor. Her hand was on my throat as she plunged her strap-on in. Over and over. The pace was exhilarating. She liked to slap my breasts. My ass. The mix of pleasure and pain tossed me over the edge more than once. I loved the feeling she gave me. I wanted to explore that side of me more.
She extended her stay. Two more nights of being dominated. I couldn't sit comfortable for days afterwards. I hoped she would come back. Soon.
****
She did come back. A few times. She never booked ahead, just showed up.
None were as good as that first stay with her. But everyone left me tingling all over, and unable to sit properly for days.
****
Blondie and friend
Finally, someone interesting, 104 is occupied again. Well, two 'someones'. I knew the moment they walked in they were here to have fun. Two nights. Night one was exhausting. They took turns with me then I with them.
Blondie had her tongue deep inside me, her friend was playing with my nipples. Her mouth a cavern of warmth over them. The way her tongue swirled as blondie licked had my body moving in directions I didn't know possible.
Blondie flipped me on my stomach, pulled my ass up into the air, her friends turn with me. I tugged blondie over, she was my favorite. I could smell her, I needed to taste her. We came at almost the same moment.
Second night, I spent more time with blondie. She was still my favorite. The brunette wasn't thrilled but I didn't care, neither did blondie. She lowered herself on my face and rode me to ecstasy. Then returned the favor. I let her friend play with the parts of me that blondie didn't claim. I saved my playing for blondie only.
*****
I keep hoping blondie will come back, alone. It hasn't happened yet. I haven't had double fun since that night.
****
Sara
The long winter drought is over. Last night was... amazing. The redhead I put in 104 had more tricks up her sleeves than I could have imagined when looking at her the first time. I almost Ankara escort bayan (http://ankaradograma.com/) didn't put her in 104. She looked like a librarian, but that red hair had me hoping. She didn't fail to deliver.
I never expected the blue dildo she used on me. She didn't seem the type. Boy am I glad I was wrong. Her nipple piercings were another pleasant surprise. You really can never tell simply by looking at someone.
She had a thing for feet. My toes have never been sucked and fucked so fully as last night. Never did I think of my feet as sexual. Now I wouldn't ever see my toes and not think of her.
Her kink was hot, watching her put each toe in her mouth as I played with myself, then with her. Fuck. After sucking each one, she fucked me with her own foot. I sucked on her toes after. Maybe I'll have a thing for feet now.
Maria
I need a break from 104. Last night was rough. Rougher than I liked it. I was a willing participant, but it's time to give 104 a break for awhile.
Nicole
My soccer mom is back. Three nights again. I knew we wouldn't be missing out on night one this time. She looked at me like I was a snack when she walked through the front door. Didn't take her eyes off me when she handed over her credit card.
The door was unlocked. She buried her face in my legs, her tongue was still born for licking me. I asked her if she had been practicing since we last met, her only reply was a mischievous grin.
She brought toys this time. I dined on her for the next three nights.
Mia
This one is different. She's local. Just needed a night of peace she said, didn't even have any bags with her. She walked in and asked if we had any rooms. I had a room for her.
She was strong looking a little taller than me, purple hair, nose pierced, a few tattoos. Skin tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt. She was a mixture of soft and tough, hard and gentle. I needed to know all those parts. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was close to my age.
Tea. They always came to the lobby for tea or coffee. I never stocked any in 104.
Jeans had been replaced with shorts. Her ass was... yummy looking in them. Same sleeveless shirt. Her purple hair flowed over bare shoulders. She looked my way, licked her lips. I bit my lip. She casually walked over. Asked me what time I was off. I told her 11. 'See you at 11:01'. This one was definitely different.
She liked it a little rough. And fast. And hard. I obliged. Morning came and I didn't want to leave. Didn't want her to leave. No morning after regret. None. She woke me up with kisses, with fingers and fucking. I gave her my cell number.
Maura
It's been awhile. I broke up with Mia last week. 104 is back in business. It's been hard watching some worthy candidates come and go, but now that Mia is gone....
Maura. So quiet. I didn't think she was going to work out. Two nights. The first one she came into the lobby for tea. I made sure to go into 105 when I knew she was back in 104 and make some noise. Talk, so she knew who was on the other side of the door.
10pm she came back in... more tea. She had sweats, and no bra.. Her cut off shirt hinted at a flat stomach and a belly button piercing. I was intrigued. I watched her walk around. She saw me looking, I wasn't hiding my interest.
I knocked, quietly. She opened the door a minute later. Was not surprised at all, stepped aside and let me in. I looked around; a few suitcases scattered around. More than needed for 2 nights. She had secrets she wasn't willing to tell.
She stood there, in the middle of the floor, lost looking. I kissed her, gentle. She didn't kiss me back at first. Maybe the night wouldn't work out. Her hand went to my face, then her lips responded. She needed quiet, calm. I could handle that. I started slow, grazed her breasts with my hand, lightly caressed her nipple. She moaned ever so quietly.
I kissed under her ear, down her neck, took her shirt off. She backed up to the bed as I did. She was ready. I slowly pushed her down to sitting. She had uncertainty in her eyes, but the moans coming from her mouth told me more.
I straddled her lap. She tentatively reached for my shirt. I Escort Ankara (http://ankaradograma.com/) helped her remove it. And my bra. She looked at my breasts for a few moments, her mouth hung partly open. I knew what she wanted. I put my hand behind her neck and guided her in. My back arched so she has easier access. She started with just a small kiss above my nipple. Then another. It took 4 or 5 before she ventured to the nipple. They were already hard but wanted to be consumed. A kiss first, next her mouth lingered longer. Then her tongue went under it. Finally, she licked. And sucked. Moans were escaping my mouth with vigor now.
She went for the other breast, didn't take as much time to get to the licking and sucking. I was enjoying her pace. It had been awhile since I had slow and loving. Mia had been more 'fast and furious'. My hips were rocking into her, she was getting distracted. I told her to move up, to lay down. Her pants came off.
I spent time slowly loving her body. The belly button piercing was real. It was a good body to love on. Tight ass, perky boobs. Just the right size. She reacted to every touch. By the time I removed her panties she was soaked and beyond ready. My fingers slipped in with ease. I curled and played with her spongy inside then when she was close I pulled out. She complained.
My tongue went to work, she was so warm and wet. I felt her on the edge again and stopped. More complaining. I told her to have patience. She tried. My fingers and mouth started working together and this time I let her fall over the edge. I didn't stop as she trembled. Felt her come down and built her back up and over again. Then again. She was red and sweaty and exhausted when I was done with her.
She was falling asleep. Asked me to stay. I did. She toyed with me a few hours later. She wasn't so quiet anymore.
Carrie
Redheads are by far my favorite, last night solidified that. She came into the lobby in a tank top and skimpy shorts. It was 40 degrees outside. The fire between my legs was burning white hot. Asked me some question, I don't even remember what now. She touched my arm. I almost leapt over the counter and took her there. My parents would have been very disappointed in me.
Instead, she slipped me a note. As if I didn't already know what room she was in. I knocked on the actual door to 104 this time. She opened it, pulled me inside. Her lips were on my neck at a dizzying speed. She was in a rush; her hands found their way inside my pants.
There was a glint in her eyes when she realized I had no panties on. And I was already very wet. She used her knee to spread my legs, slid her fingers inside me, pounding me and calling me a slut. Fuck it was hot. She was like a fire tipped match stick. We made it to the bed, eventually. She was a natural redhead.
She was out cold by 2am. I wanted to stay, to see if she woke up a fiery dragon but instead I slipped out. The night had been too perfect, didn't want to ruin it with the morning after regret look.
Karen
I never expected last night. We were full, so 104 went to the mother of the bride. I was in 105 after my shift when the door between rooms opened. I never kept my side locked when I was working, usually kept it open. She was in her early 50s. Standing there in the doorway in just a towel. 'I thought this went to my daughters' room' left her lips. Bullshit lady. Bullshit.
She was tiny, shorter than me, body that did not say 50 something. The towel barely covered anything. I stared just a moment too long. She turned around, walked back into 104, her towel dropping in the process. She didn't shut the door. That was all the invitation I needed.
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I would have a thing for older chicks for awhile after that night.
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Nicole
I saw her name on the list, watched the minivan pull in. No boots this year. Coyness wasn't needed any longer.
I took a 20-minute break, had to show her how much I had missed her. She shaved now. Her soft bald mound threw me off for a second. Then it excited me, my 20-minute break ended up 30. Luckily no one rang the front-end bell while I was ringing hers.
No wedding ring this year. I noticed but didn't say anything. She had the coconut oil; I loved my happy ending.
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The front door opened. Tattoos, closely shaved sides, spiky raven hair. Jenn was back. Asked if there was any rooms open. '104 is'. It was going to be a good weekend after all.