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06-30-2008, 01:19 PM
Once again, I was going to be stuck in a hotel for five or six days. Fortunately, I was at least spending my time in a mountain resort town in Central Colorado. Ah, the life of a pilot. Though, even a resort town gets old once you’ve stayed there more than a few times.
What makes my situation worse is that I’m constantly horny, yet don’t have the body nor the “aggressive” attitude that makes meeting the ladies an everyday ordeal. But then, with a wife at home, I’m not actively looking. Needless to say, I usually stay inside my room watching porn, reading up on the SSP forums, jerking off, and interspersed with an appropriate meal, an occasional workout or a walk. Regardless of what everyone thinks, the life of a pilot is actually pretty boring.
The morning after my arrival, I awoke to the sounds of soft tapping on the door. It was the sharp rap of hard plastic contacting heavy wood. A muffled, accented voice followed quickly: “Housekeeping.”
Shit! I forgot to put up the do-not-disturb sign. I didn’t have time to yell out before the sound of the key card sliding through the slot, followed by the clanking of a turning handle and the retreating thunk of the dead-bolt. The door quickly opened. I guess I forgot to close the latch as well. Oops.
I jumped out of bed and hurriedly reached for my running shorts. I heard a gasp and knew that I had been too slow.
I looked up.
A beautiful woman stood before me. Her red uniform dress complimented her light mocha skin. Her black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. Her taught hair accentuated her large, almond shaped, dark brown eyes. Soft wrinkles which announced her age, muted by appropriate application of flattering makeup, marked her face which in fact accentuated her beauty rather than detracted from it. At a quick glance I figured her to be in her early 40s.
A slender arm reached up towards her neck; soft, slender, manicured fingers softly graced her luscious lips. The high collared dress covered her long slender neck, but was fitted through the torso. The outline of her breasts were inviting, as I imagined they would fit perfectly into the palms of my hands. Further down, the tight bodice betrayed the slight bump of a mommy pouch. The dress continued down and fit nicely around her narrow waist and then flared out around her curvy hips. The dress didn’t hug her hips or thighs, but was tight enough to show off her shape yet loose enough for ease of movement. Her soft thighs and calves were tightly encased in white stockings and she wore a pair of practical white tennis shoes.
This woman wasn’t toned or athletic, but was definitely blessed with good fortune. I’m sure she walked a couple of miles a few times a week, but she wasn’t some workout goddess or anything. She was a mom who had natural curves and natural beauty that didn’t take a lot of effort to maintain. To me, she was perfection.
She started to stammer out an apology, her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment.
I apologized to her. She would look away, her hand held up to her eyes. She would turn and peek at me, and let out an embarrassed giggle. She managed to ask if I needed any service. I thought really hard for a moment, wondering if she had another meaning for that question. I responded “No thanks, I’ll be fine.”
She giggled again and turned to leave, giving me an opportunity to gaze at her shapely back side. Just as she reached the door, she looked back. I gave her a quick wave, to which she waved back. She walked out, and closed the door behind her. I was left standing next to my bed with a memory and the scent of warm cinnamon invading my nostrils.
I was awake. I worked out, I showered, I walked up and down mountains. I did everything I could think of to keep my mind off this exotic woman who had invaded my privacy, lest I continuously walk around with a 14-hour boner. Finally, when it was bed time, I was exhausted. I tried to think about the woman, but I was unable to hold off the slumber, naked, on top of the covers.
The next morning, as I was becoming aware of my surroundings, I felt a presence in the room. I sat up quickly, startling the beautiful maid, who just moments before was sitting on the bed next to me, now standing next to the bed with nervous apprehension. I’m sure she was having second thoughts.
I reached for her. “Please, come sit back down.” I gently grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bed. She silently slid next to me. One leg tucked up under the other, which was resting on the floor. Her hands rested in her lap, her eyes looking at me as if she wanted to ask me something. I gently brushed her arm with my fingertips.
She smiled and let out a soft sigh. She bit her lower lip, the tips of her teeth just barely visible. She reached for me, gently running her finger tips across my chest and belly and around my arm. The grogginess of sleep was quickly becoming replaced by blood-rushing lust.
Her fingertips gently traced around my body, running down my thigh and across my hips. My penis began to twitch. Slowly, it started to rise, awakened and hungry. I started to run my hands across her leg, but she grabbed it with her other hand. She smiled at me and looked down at my swelling member.
Her hand changed direction and the finger tips began to run around and up the length of my shaft. The pace of my engorgement began to quicken. The light fluttering caresses of her fingers shot jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I was fully erect, and the continuous coaxing caused a dull ache to form in my shaft as more and more blood tried to fill, but no more would fit. A small drop of pre-cum began to ooze out of the head. She dragged a fingertip across the very tip, shooting bolts of electricity through me, picking up the fluid and drawing it across her tongue. She let out a soft moan as she reached for my rock hard phallus, gently stroking up and down with her entire hand, her slender fingers firmly wrapped to make a perfect sheath.
I let out a low moan of approval. The soft strokes brought forth waves of pleasure. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I spread my legs to allow her better access.
After a few minutes of gentle stroking, I felt her shift her weight. I opened my eyes in time to see her lean down and gently rub the tip of my dick with her tongue. The warm wetness and her hot breath was going to be the end of me. With a breathy “Oh fuck, please don’t stop!” I encouraged her to continue.
She brought her mouth over my tip, her lips making a firm seal just below my flared head. Her tongue began to dance lightly around my head, swirling around the tip, and rubbing the sensitive part on the bottom. I moaned in encouragement and gently rubbed my hands around her chin and around the back of her neck, begging for more.
She pulled me out of her mouth. Quickly, she inserted me in a little deeper than before, then slowly pulled me out, her tongue flicking along the underside of my shaft. She repeated, this time a little deeper, and then pulled off of me in the same manner as before. Again and again, she would take me in and then draw me out, each time would be a little deeper. In a matter of moments, she had me all the way inside her, the tip of my dick inching down the back of her throat, her chin resting on my balls and her nose swirling around in my pubic hair.
She held me deep inside of her for a few moments, letting me feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping my member. She pulled off of me with a gasp. While she caught her breath, she gently stroked my cock with her hand.
As she went back down on me, she began to suck me with full long strokes, fucking my penis with her mouth and throat. I kept moaning encouragement, and I rested my hands on the back of her head, not forcing her or directing her, but just resting and following her stroking motions. I was at my end, the pleasure could no longer be held off. I could feel my dick begin to expand with the beginnings of an orgasm and my breathing began to increase. She sensed that I was close and she began to increase her speed.
My balls began to pull up; the dull ache of orgasm began to spread throughout my groin. In a flash, it was upon me. My body began to clench up, my cock began to spasm. Jets of cum shot out into her mouth. Her pace slowed, but she kept up a gentle suck, drawing out my orgasm and draining my balls down her throat.
I could hear her swallowing my cum, her tongue and lips working around my shaft to maximize my pleasure.
My spasms subsided, my penis still semi-erect inside her wonderful mouth. She pulled off of me, giving me long parting licks. She sat up straight and our eyes met. There was a definite fire in her eyes, and we both smiled and giggled, enjoying the moment. I sat up next to her and leaned into her. Our lips met, brushing against one another. Another, firmer kiss followed, our tongues gently flicking together. I could taste myself on her, and I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. It was a deep passionate kiss, one born from a strong sexual connection.
I started to lean back and pull her on top of me. I needed her. I needed to feel her skin next to mine. I needed to taste her.
She broke the kiss and sat up. She smiled at me. I knew she didn’t have any time and needed to get back to work. “Maybe tomorrow”, she said, “maybe tomorrow.”
We both smiled, both desiring more but unable to have it. She gave me another kiss, flicking her tongue across mine, and then stood up. As she stood up and started for the foot of the bed, she dragged her finger tips across my body as if to delay the break in contact for as long as possible.
She gave me one last look over her shoulder, and blew me a kiss as the door closed behind her.
What makes my situation worse is that I’m constantly horny, yet don’t have the body nor the “aggressive” attitude that makes meeting the ladies an everyday ordeal. But then, with a wife at home, I’m not actively looking. Needless to say, I usually stay inside my room watching porn, reading up on the SSP forums, jerking off, and interspersed with an appropriate meal, an occasional workout or a walk. Regardless of what everyone thinks, the life of a pilot is actually pretty boring.
The morning after my arrival, I awoke to the sounds of soft tapping on the door. It was the sharp rap of hard plastic contacting heavy wood. A muffled, accented voice followed quickly: “Housekeeping.”
Shit! I forgot to put up the do-not-disturb sign. I didn’t have time to yell out before the sound of the key card sliding through the slot, followed by the clanking of a turning handle and the retreating thunk of the dead-bolt. The door quickly opened. I guess I forgot to close the latch as well. Oops.
I jumped out of bed and hurriedly reached for my running shorts. I heard a gasp and knew that I had been too slow.
I looked up.
A beautiful woman stood before me. Her red uniform dress complimented her light mocha skin. Her black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. Her taught hair accentuated her large, almond shaped, dark brown eyes. Soft wrinkles which announced her age, muted by appropriate application of flattering makeup, marked her face which in fact accentuated her beauty rather than detracted from it. At a quick glance I figured her to be in her early 40s.
A slender arm reached up towards her neck; soft, slender, manicured fingers softly graced her luscious lips. The high collared dress covered her long slender neck, but was fitted through the torso. The outline of her breasts were inviting, as I imagined they would fit perfectly into the palms of my hands. Further down, the tight bodice betrayed the slight bump of a mommy pouch. The dress continued down and fit nicely around her narrow waist and then flared out around her curvy hips. The dress didn’t hug her hips or thighs, but was tight enough to show off her shape yet loose enough for ease of movement. Her soft thighs and calves were tightly encased in white stockings and she wore a pair of practical white tennis shoes.
This woman wasn’t toned or athletic, but was definitely blessed with good fortune. I’m sure she walked a couple of miles a few times a week, but she wasn’t some workout goddess or anything. She was a mom who had natural curves and natural beauty that didn’t take a lot of effort to maintain. To me, she was perfection.
She started to stammer out an apology, her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment.
I apologized to her. She would look away, her hand held up to her eyes. She would turn and peek at me, and let out an embarrassed giggle. She managed to ask if I needed any service. I thought really hard for a moment, wondering if she had another meaning for that question. I responded “No thanks, I’ll be fine.”
She giggled again and turned to leave, giving me an opportunity to gaze at her shapely back side. Just as she reached the door, she looked back. I gave her a quick wave, to which she waved back. She walked out, and closed the door behind her. I was left standing next to my bed with a memory and the scent of warm cinnamon invading my nostrils.
I was awake. I worked out, I showered, I walked up and down mountains. I did everything I could think of to keep my mind off this exotic woman who had invaded my privacy, lest I continuously walk around with a 14-hour boner. Finally, when it was bed time, I was exhausted. I tried to think about the woman, but I was unable to hold off the slumber, naked, on top of the covers.
The next morning, as I was becoming aware of my surroundings, I felt a presence in the room. I sat up quickly, startling the beautiful maid, who just moments before was sitting on the bed next to me, now standing next to the bed with nervous apprehension. I’m sure she was having second thoughts.
I reached for her. “Please, come sit back down.” I gently grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bed. She silently slid next to me. One leg tucked up under the other, which was resting on the floor. Her hands rested in her lap, her eyes looking at me as if she wanted to ask me something. I gently brushed her arm with my fingertips.
She smiled and let out a soft sigh. She bit her lower lip, the tips of her teeth just barely visible. She reached for me, gently running her finger tips across my chest and belly and around my arm. The grogginess of sleep was quickly becoming replaced by blood-rushing lust.
Her fingertips gently traced around my body, running down my thigh and across my hips. My penis began to twitch. Slowly, it started to rise, awakened and hungry. I started to run my hands across her leg, but she grabbed it with her other hand. She smiled at me and looked down at my swelling member.
Her hand changed direction and the finger tips began to run around and up the length of my shaft. The pace of my engorgement began to quicken. The light fluttering caresses of her fingers shot jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I was fully erect, and the continuous coaxing caused a dull ache to form in my shaft as more and more blood tried to fill, but no more would fit. A small drop of pre-cum began to ooze out of the head. She dragged a fingertip across the very tip, shooting bolts of electricity through me, picking up the fluid and drawing it across her tongue. She let out a soft moan as she reached for my rock hard phallus, gently stroking up and down with her entire hand, her slender fingers firmly wrapped to make a perfect sheath.
I let out a low moan of approval. The soft strokes brought forth waves of pleasure. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I spread my legs to allow her better access.
After a few minutes of gentle stroking, I felt her shift her weight. I opened my eyes in time to see her lean down and gently rub the tip of my dick with her tongue. The warm wetness and her hot breath was going to be the end of me. With a breathy “Oh fuck, please don’t stop!” I encouraged her to continue.
She brought her mouth over my tip, her lips making a firm seal just below my flared head. Her tongue began to dance lightly around my head, swirling around the tip, and rubbing the sensitive part on the bottom. I moaned in encouragement and gently rubbed my hands around her chin and around the back of her neck, begging for more.
She pulled me out of her mouth. Quickly, she inserted me in a little deeper than before, then slowly pulled me out, her tongue flicking along the underside of my shaft. She repeated, this time a little deeper, and then pulled off of me in the same manner as before. Again and again, she would take me in and then draw me out, each time would be a little deeper. In a matter of moments, she had me all the way inside her, the tip of my dick inching down the back of her throat, her chin resting on my balls and her nose swirling around in my pubic hair.
She held me deep inside of her for a few moments, letting me feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping my member. She pulled off of me with a gasp. While she caught her breath, she gently stroked my cock with her hand.
As she went back down on me, she began to suck me with full long strokes, fucking my penis with her mouth and throat. I kept moaning encouragement, and I rested my hands on the back of her head, not forcing her or directing her, but just resting and following her stroking motions. I was at my end, the pleasure could no longer be held off. I could feel my dick begin to expand with the beginnings of an orgasm and my breathing began to increase. She sensed that I was close and she began to increase her speed.
My balls began to pull up; the dull ache of orgasm began to spread throughout my groin. In a flash, it was upon me. My body began to clench up, my cock began to spasm. Jets of cum shot out into her mouth. Her pace slowed, but she kept up a gentle suck, drawing out my orgasm and draining my balls down her throat.
I could hear her swallowing my cum, her tongue and lips working around my shaft to maximize my pleasure.
My spasms subsided, my penis still semi-erect inside her wonderful mouth. She pulled off of me, giving me long parting licks. She sat up straight and our eyes met. There was a definite fire in her eyes, and we both smiled and giggled, enjoying the moment. I sat up next to her and leaned into her. Our lips met, brushing against one another. Another, firmer kiss followed, our tongues gently flicking together. I could taste myself on her, and I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. It was a deep passionate kiss, one born from a strong sexual connection.
I started to lean back and pull her on top of me. I needed her. I needed to feel her skin next to mine. I needed to taste her.
She broke the kiss and sat up. She smiled at me. I knew she didn’t have any time and needed to get back to work. “Maybe tomorrow”, she said, “maybe tomorrow.”
We both smiled, both desiring more but unable to have it. She gave me another kiss, flicking her tongue across mine, and then stood up. As she stood up and started for the foot of the bed, she dragged her finger tips across my body as if to delay the break in contact for as long as possible.
She gave me one last look over her shoulder, and blew me a kiss as the door closed behind her.