The Guitar Man [FM]

Atlanta – December 2014
The Guitar Man

One week before Christmas. I had planned on being home for the Holidays by now, baking and putting the final decorating touches around the house. Most of my family had already arrived at the house, relaxing and enjoying themselves. But business had kept me longer than anticipated.

While walking the final four blocks to the Omni in downtown Atlanta, even with my overcoat on I was drenched from the rain. Approaching the hotel, a young man was sitting near the doorway. I opened my purse and pulled out a bill to hand him, knowing that all of us need a helping hand at sometime. Instead of taking the bill, he waved it away, asking if it would be possible to use my cell phone. Hesitating to hand my phone over, I asked if I could dial the number for him. I dialed the number he gave me, and as I handed the phone to him it was obvious that he was not someone who had spent long “on the streets”. His hands were soft, and his young face was innocent.

I could hear someone answer the phone.

“Mom, I really need some help. Atlanta. I know, but I thought things would work out for the best this time. No, I have none of the money left, and I sold my guitar. Please?”

He handed the phone back to me as he shut it off, a look of resignation on his face. “Thank you Ma’am, I appreciate you letting me use your phone. Not a very good way to spend my 22nd birthday.”

Thinking that at some point in the past this could have been one of my children, I said “Come with me” as I took him by the elbow and guided him to the entrance. I could not help but notice the disapproving look of the doorman. Riding the elevator to my room, water pooled around our feet – what a cold, miserable day, I was thinking.

Arriving at my suite on the top floor, I asked him to wait in the living area while I went to the bedroom, got out of my wet clothes and slipped on a hotel robe. “Your turn – go ahead and get cleaned up, and take as much time in the shower as you would like. By the way, I’m Laine.”

“Yes Ma’am, and I’m Josh”

“And I’m Laine, not Ma’am” I said, smiling.

Josh headed for the shower, while I ordered room service. And a lot of coffee. Then knocking on the door of the bathroom, I stepped in and picked up the dirty clothes – they were beyond cleaning. I could see through the glass shower door that he was covering himself up, apparently somewhat embarrassed. Putting the clothes in the plastic cleaning bag, I set them outside the door.

Josh yelled from the bathroom, “where are my clothes?” Laughing, I told him they were thankfully gone forever, but that we could get him some new ones. In the meantime there was another robe in the closet. When he stepped out, I was struck by the pure-white of the robe against his very dark skin.

Over our meal we talked, in particular about how he ended up in Atlanta. He was on his way to Nashville, again, for the reasons everyone goes to Nashville – music. He had a smooth voice and a gentle personality, easy to talk with.
Looking into his eyes I knew then that I was going to take this young man to bed, regardless of the 30-year age difference between us. Slipping my hand in his, we walked to the bedroom.

Taking his face in my hands, I kissed him as our tongues slowly found each other. Pressing against him with my hips, I could feel his cock harden against my stomach. Stepping back I untied my robe and let it slip to the floor, then untied his. Slipping it from his shoulders I let out a small gasp, seeing his beautiful body for the first time. Pulling him to the bed, our lips together again, I could not wait to get him inside me. Rolling Josh onto his back, I straddled him, raising up to position myself over his cock, then slowly lowering myself onto him, working up and down to take him. Halfway in it seemed he had already filled me, as he held my ass, working me up and down. Sensing my first orgasm, he grabbed my hips and pulled me all the way down on him – causing me to explode; I swear I thought I would pass out! Now fully in me, he kept pumping as I kept riding him – I’m not sure who was fucking who. Within moments, another orgasm enveloped me, then I lost track – I thought he would never cum. Josh was now lifting me to the top of his cock, then alternating slamming into me hard then very, very slowly….. Leaning back, my hands on his ankles, he began pumping harder and harder. Feeling him swelling in me, touching those deep places, I felt myself shaking, moaning and with one final pull he came, a deep sound coming from his throat. Feeling his cum pulsing and pumping into me, I came one last time then lie back exhausted.

Throwing on some clothes, I went out to get Josh some clothes, and fortunately there was a men’s clothing store a block away. I had a pretty good idea of his sizes by now.

Returning to the room, Josh was sitting on the couch still in his robe. Hanging the clothes in the bedroom closet, I turned to walk back into the living area as Josh stood and removed his robe. Walking towards me, his cock sort of swinging between his legs, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was taking control this time.

In one smooth movement, Josh pulled my sweater over my head and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I had not bothered to put on any undergarments while running out to the store. He lifted me, my shoes falling to the floor, and carried me to the end of the bed. Slowly running the head of his cock up and down my slit, our eyes were locked. Then with on swift push he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt, holding himself there while my hips arched up, feeling him deep inside. Taking both my wrists in his left hand, ,he pinned my arms above my head; placing his right had over me, he started playing with, massaging my clit with his thumb. With his cock pounding me, his thumb playing my clit, I lost track of time, only aware of wave after wave of orgasms taking over me, while a deep moaning sound came from my body. Finally at some point I heard him utter a deep sound, felt him swelling inside me, pulsing as my pussy clamped hard around him; and he exploded in me, releasing hot stream after stream…..

I remember very little after that, remembering only bits and pieces; Josh flipping me on my stomach, taking me from behind; on my side wrapping on leg over his shoulders; others I don’t remember – just orgasm after orgasm.

Waking up some time later, Josh had showered, dressed and was eating a snack. I quickly showered, dressed and packed. We caught a taxi to the airport, where I bought Josh a ticket back home to Cleveland. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek I boarded my flight home

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