Took me a bit to get to writing this, been out of town a few weeks, but here goes:
We left Nashville later than planned, partially because we’d spent a decent part of the morning fucking and partially because it always seems like things take longer than you plan. We didn’t get out of our hotel on the east side of town until almost 11 AM. The GPS was telling us that the remainder of the trip was just under 10 hours.
Melanie asked if we were going to stop again, I said probably not. I wanted to get there by that evening, as we’d already paid for the room. It didn’t make sense to pay for another one somewhere else.
Things went pretty well. Conversation started up again, more at ease than yesterday, like a talking points taboo had been broken and things would be wide open from now on. Yet for some reason, nobody brought up the car ride from last night. Nobody brought up this morning. Mel was clearly in a certain distress in the passenger seat with a certain soreness she wasn’t used to, but the topic still didn’t come up.
It wasn’t until after Chattanooga that I said something, “So, David. You’re pretty good at bottoming, been at it a while?” Mel kinda gave me a look like, ‘what are you doing?’
He cleared his throat from the back seat, “Uh, mostly I bottom to be honest. There’s not a lot of guys who can fit me, not a lot of girls either without a lot of patience. My last boyfriend was a total top, so I spent a bit of time getting used to getting screwed.”
Mel got over her irritation at my choice of topics quick, as she piped up, “That’s kind of a bummer. So when was the last time you actually got into someone?” she squirmed again, like the topic reminded her.
“Besides this morning, you mean?” He laughed, “Well, I suppose it was about, I don’t know, 4 years ago? Before that it was a year or so. I mean hell, even counting this morning, I can count the number of people I’ve been ‘inside’ on one hand.”
He started telling us about how things had been for him since he’d started to ‘develop’. He said that he’d gone through a ton of dates that got to the bedroom phase and things just stopped. Or they’d try it out as some sort of challenge, getting frustrated with him when they couldn’t do it. His most successful relationship was with a gal who had a fetish with being fisted (no kidding) and it worked for them.
I felt bad for the guy. I mean he said there’d been tons of compatible girls and guys psychologically and emotionally, but when it came to sex, things just stopped or worse, things went badly. I guess being just south of “Average” isn’t the worst thing, right?
From that point, conversation hit every topic imaginable. Politics, Religion (or lack thereof), a lot of sex talk, mostly about everyone’s different fantasies, different situations.
Georgia went by pretty fast, but we still found ourselves on the outskirts of Tampa closer to 11 than 10 (we’d lost a time zone as well). I wended my way to the hotel, checked in and maneuvered our way up to the room.
Mel mentioned she wanted to take a shower, so in she went. David was fussing around with his luggage items. I walked out onto the balcony that overlooked the water, sat down in one of the patio chairs they had and opened up the stiffest drink we’d brought with us, a Dr. Pepper.
Honestly, I just felt better being out of the Jeep. David stepped out after a few minutes and said, “Mind if I hit the shower next? You need in?” I said to go right ahead.
Maybe two minutes went by before Mel came out, dressed in a complimentary terry robe. She sat down on the other patio chair, made a pained hissing noise, adjusted herself sort of side-saddle and said, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the trip.” I chuckled and asked what was that? “I’m still sore as hell. My eyes were bigger than my….uhm…you know.”
“I think you’ll be fine. Take some Ibuprofen and get some sleep tonight.” She agreed it was a good idea and went about it.
I listened to the traffic, the gulf, the sounds of not being in Wisconsin. I wasn’t sure how much time went by when David came back out to the balcony in his version of the terry robe. He sat down on the other chair and opened up one of the other sodas we’d brought. “How’s the shower?” I asked.
“A relief. I mean, Mel and I just sat there while you did all the driving, and we’re the ones who showered…sorry about that. You probably want to go in there.” He said.
I took a drink of my soda, looked at it and said, “What I really want is a beer down on that beach down there.”
He laughed, “In the dark?”
“Dark, light, doesn’t matter to me. I just like the water.” I was a bit more bothered by the fact I didn’t have alcohol than I should have been. I’m not a heavy drinker, but night time, this close to the water, man I wanted some rum.
He leaned forward a bit. The balcony railing was slats, which if I’d have known about earlier, I’d have avoided, the area between the slats was about an inch or so, so you couldn’t see through them very well. You could just see through them though if you looked right. He was looking through them now, “You can’t see too much of the water out there.”
“No, but you can hear it.” I said, leaning back in my chair and listening.
A few seconds later, I felt his hand on my leg. I opened my eyes to see him down on the floor in front of me, his robe open. “What’re you up to?” I asked.
“Let me at it.” He demanded.
I pushed my drawstring pants down to my ankles and sat back down. David didn’t waste any time, leaning forward and just enveloping the entire amount of my growing cock in his mouth. He wound his tongue around me over and over, every direction he could. He wasn’t really blowing me with a mission, this was an exploratory mission, checking me out, seeing what I had to offer. It seemed a lot more investigative than goal-oriented.
He went at me for a while. He had no small amount of skill, not major leagues but definitely AAA. I’ve only cum from a handful of blowjobs in my life, and yes, he was good, but he’s not going to be in that handful.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy it. I put my hands down onto his shoulders. He had his left arm on my leg, his right hand was down pumping himself. He was whimpering a bit around me, I could hear light sighs as he went at it.
I wasn’t sure how the thing was going to end up, and I was about ready to tell him that as much as I enjoyed it that I wasn’t going to cum from him blowing me, he pulled off of my dick. I glanced down and saw him pump himself about three or four more times, then a thick, heavy splash of semen flew out. It hit my foot, my pants. The next one hit my leg, then a few more in similar areas.
“Oh, oh my god.” he said, panting, “That was fucking hot.”
I smiled at him, “Yeah, it absolutely was.” I looked down at my pants, under his extraordinarily fat dick, now glazed with several ropes of his high-viscosity cum. I’d hoped to wear them again, now I’d have to sink-wash them.
He leaned back away from me, still holding his shaft in as much as he could. A second or two later, he rolled back onto his haunches and stood up. Not closing his robe he walked in the room.
I leaned back again. I lifted my left leg and wiggled it, dropping my pantleg to the ground. As I put my foot back down, I caught a glimmer of something out of my right peripheral vision. I glanced over to see what it was.
Next balcony over, there was a woman with a cigarette. I could barely see her in the darkness of her balcony, but now I was looking. She looked kind of dissheveled, maybe a bit tipsy. Probably in her late 40’s, fairly average build. She had on one of the hotel’s robes.
At this point, it was moot to cover up, so I didn’t. I wasn’t quite limp yet as I stood up and shook off the other leg of my pants. I glanced over to her as I finished getting out of the pants and nodded. She nodded back, flicking her cigarette. “Nice night,” I said.
She took another drag, “Nicer for some than others, I think.” She had a deep, husky voice. I got a vibe that it might’ve been less husky a bit earlier. I wonder how long she’d been out there.
I leaned over to pick up my pants, “Have a good night.”
Turning to walk into the room from the balcony, I heard her say, “See you around.”
The next morning, I woke up to Mel snoring away and David in the shower. I desperately wanted a cup of coffee but didn’t want to go down funky, so I went into the bathroom and said, “Mind if I join you?”
The shower was big enough for both of us, which was good, but I kind of wanted a bit closer quarters. Suprisingly, I ended up getting them faster than I thought. I was already hard and David, being a bottom most of the time, was willing.
The small bottle of lube was in my toiletry bag, so I grabbed it and slathered myself down. David leaned against the wall away from the shower and put one foot up on the edge of the tub. I lined myself up, crouching slightly and pressing forward.
As the water hit my back, it was hot. David liked it just slightly south of scalding. The inside of David was hotter by far. It was only seconds from the moment I was staring down at where I was pressing towards him until I was resting my balls on his stubbled perineum. Once I’d buried myself completely, I withdrew about half of my 5.5 and followed with a fairly intense push back inside.
He grunted in response to it. I began a slow, meandering movement back and forth, mostly wanting to get off, but also kind of wanting to impress upon him that I hadn’t been able to the night before. My hands went to his hips, and instead of a thrusting motion with my hips, I resorted to a push/pull with my hands.
In all honesty, I wasn’t going to try to last very long. I can go for a while if the mood hits me, but I also wanted coffee. I started going at him with a very ‘insistent’ pace. Not particularly fast or slow, but the perfect pace that would get me off in the shortest amount of time.
As selfish as I tried to be, it didn’t work out that way. David began a sort of huffing breathing and let out a long, low moan. “I. I…I’m coming.” He said over his shoulder. Inside of him, I could feel the contractions against my shaft and head as he unloaded against the shower’s wall.
I decided to end it very quickly at that point, and kept my pace. My eyes were looking down, between his mostly hairless ass cheeks to his completely hairless ass crack, where my cock vanished in and out of his tight ring. I kept my concentration there, and within a few dozen strokes, I pulled myself loose and stroked against his hole and perineum, unloading what I had built up since the morning previous in Tennessee.
From there I turned around and winced at the heat of the shower. I’d gotten used to it on my back, my front was in pain. I quickly went through my shower, only now and again being occupied by David, who’d actually mostly finished with his shower and now just needed to wash the sex off of him.
Once I was out, dried and dressed, I went back into the room to hear Mel still snoring away. It was almost 9, what the hell? David was in one of the robes, looking around for what he was going to wear that day. I wasn’t about ready to wait. I grabbed a room key, my wallet and phone and headed down to the breakfast area.
The spread was pretty decent. They had those malted waffles that you pour yourself that are fucking amazing, but they never have worthwhile syrup, so it’s a tradeoff. I poured myself a cup of coffee, a cup of orange juice, got a waffle and found a spot near the windows that looked out over the hotel’s pool, hot tub and patio, as well as the beach access.
“Mind if I join you?” Came a somewhat familiar voice. I glanced up to see the woman from the previous night and next balcony over. Her long brown hair was well prepped and makeup was done and she was wearing a light blue sundress that covered what appeared to be a bathing suit. She had a cup of coffee and a bagel.
She sat down across from me at my motion and proceeded to sip at her coffee and pick at her bagel. I had been mostly finished when she arrived, so I didn’t feel like too much of a pig. She introduced herself as Nancy. She was in Tampa with her avid golfer husband who was up at the crack of dawn with his ‘buddies’ and wouldn’t be back until later that evening, hammered. Most of the time, he took these trips on his own, but she’d wanted a break from her Suburban Cleveland Winter and had invited herself along. She’d been here four days, bored shitless.
“If it weren’t for the bar, I’d be lost.” She said, “So, are you here with your…boyfriend?” She asked in a somewhat fishing, somewhat unsure way.
I chuckled over my orange juice, “No, I’m actually here with my wife. David’s just a good friend.”
“Apparently a very good friend,” She chuckled at her joke, “Does your wife know that David…uhm…” She let it trail off, so I could pick it up.
My answer somewhat startled her, “Well, night before last, she sucked David off, so last night he sucked me off, now I have to keep the circle of blowjobs going or else bad luck will befall me.” She seemed unsure if I was being serious about her blowing him, or unsure about if I believed in a bad luck blowjob ring.
….which would be hilarious…
“So is he like, your, uh…I don’t know…” She seemed flustered. For her voyeur tendencies last night, she seemed kind of hesitant in the daylight. Lack of alcohol will do that to you.
I interjected, “He’s a friend. A friend that likes to play around with both men and women, so that’s a plus, because I like to do that as well, and so does my wife. Meet up with enough folks like that, you can have no end of fun.”
She leaned back in her chair. I finished my OJ and said, “Well, on that note, I’m grabbing a bottle of water and heading down to a chaise, good to meet you, Nancy.”
Her goodbye was polite as I discarded my items and went to the sand.
I spent a good 3 hours in the shade of a palm watching the waves. Mel and David both came and went, saying they were going shopping for items they apparently forgot. I commented I needed a new pair of chilling-out pants, as my last ones had cum on them and I didn’t have a laundry.
Around 1 in the afternoon I thought it might be a good idea to go in when a figure blocked my light a bit more than the palm tree, “Mind if I join you?” Nancy’s voice.
“Again? Did you bring anything with you? I demand tribute.” She lifted a hand with a six pack of Land Shark Lagers. “This is worthy.” I said.
She handed me one, and we sat there doing a whole lot of nothing for a little bit before she piped up, “How does your wife feel about you with other women?”
“She has concerns if they get to clingy or if they think it’s more than friendship + banging. We’ve had a few that went a bit awry, so that’s where the line in the sand is, so to speak.” I reached down to grab a second one of her beers.
She turned to grab another as well, using her empty to carve a line between where we were sitting on the chaises, “Sorta like that line in the sand?”
I felt a little stirring. I shouldn’t have, I mean, let’s be honest, I was almost 40 at this point. I’d gotten laid that morning, it’s not like I’m usually worth a lot of extra banging, and while Nancy was a very good looking gal, I wasn’t super sure I’d be up to the task.
“What is your husband’s view on that sort of thing?” I asked, taking a sip.
She sighed, “I’d love to tell you that I’m an ignored woman and that he doesn’t ever bang me, but truth be told, we have a reasonably active sex life, just not a satisfying one. Last night, before you and…what was his name again? David? Before you guys showed up out on the balcony, he’d come back from the bar, we’d rolled around for about five minutes, he came and passed out. That’s how it typically is. We have sex at least a few times a month, but the last time he got me off was…shit…two years ago?” Huh.
I glanced at her, definitely stirring. “So you want to go screwing around? For?”
“I dunno, maybe to jump start our sex life again. Maybe if I had something to push myself into enjoying it with him again, like, ‘That’s what he’s like’ you know?” She said.
Fifteen minutes later we were in her room. She was lying on the single, king-sized bed, her dress off, but her bathing suit was still on. I was out of my linen shirt and pants, my boxer briefs were all I had on. I was on top of her, my tongue down her throat as far as I could get it.
She tasted like beer, not cigarettes. Turns out, she only smokes after sex. I was hoping to get her to smoke.
Her hands were all over me. There was a sort of desperation to her, like she hadn’t been able to touch someone for a while. The strangest part of things was that she continually kept from trying to go after my crotch. She’d rub my ass, legs, shoulders, arms, back…just not my equipment.
Things were progressing, but I wanted things to progress further. I needed some bar time and didn’t want to take too long, just wanted to outdo what she’d told me about her husband, Trent. My hands so far had been propping me up, so I leaned on one and moved my right hand down to her suit’s top. It didn’t appear to fasten, just pull off. I pushed up from the side and freed one of her very well-constructed bought and paid for tits.
It was, by my guess, DD. The guess was based on the nipple going into my mouth. As I moved to get a better angle on things, she lifted herself and pushed the other half of her top off. The daylight showed the other one to me, and I pulled off of her to get a good look. Nancy had a fairly voluptuous build, her chest alterations adding to the effect. I spent a bit more time occupied on her chest before she decided to move things out of the baseball diamond area.
She reached down and took me in her hand, starting all the way down at my sack and moving upwards, still in my underwear. I was having none of that, however. I stood up and stripped off my boxer/briefs, glancing out the wide open patio door and windows to the gulf, seriously in the mood to get to town.
I looked back down at her. She stripped her bottoms off and laid back again on the bed. I looked back down to see a short landing strip heading down towards a neat outer labia, a slightly protruding inner labia and a clean, moist line going down the length of it. I had a vicious need to lick it.
I went down onto my knees and moved towards the bed, “What are you doing?” she asked.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to dine at the Y.” I moved my hands up from her ankles and started heading northwards.
She pushed her thighs together, “You’re going to what now?” I repeated, in less colloquial terms, that I planned to eat her out. “Are…are you sure? I mean I haven’t had anyone do that in, oh my God, ten years?”
That is just tragic.
I pushed her thighs apart and said, “Well, we’re getting that dry spell watered down.” I moved upwards, kissing inside her thighs, moving my way upwards until my nose brushed against her inner labia. When that contact was made, I dove my mouth into the place where her thigh met her groin and began sucking and licking hard. Probably 2 minutes spent between the two sides of her thighs before I went to the score.
She had virtually no scent at all, I could only smell the gulf, the wind through the open patio. Her taste, however. That was noticeable. A slight tang, but not something that stuck around, it was instead dispersed by my saliva as I wasn’t being in the slightest bit neat about it at all. It was only seconds of exploring her labia before my cheeks were soaked with spit.
Nancy, for her part, completely lost her shit. My lower lip was on her lips as my tongue started it’s first assault on her clit and I could barely keep my grip on her as she started wiggling around below me, “Jesus Christ on several fucking planets! How the fuck are you doing that to me?” She started to convulse a few seconds later, swallowing huge gulps of air, on every exhale, letting go of a deep moan. Beneath my tongue and lips, I felt her fluttering, twitching. I swear that I could feel her pulse go nuts as I worked on her.
Ten seconds later, she grabbed my head, lifted me up and said, “Can you please just fuck me? Seriously? I mean, fuck me please?”
I lifted up and lined myself up with the mess that I’d made between her legs. She’d let me know that Trent was a generous amount bigger than I was, so I knew that whatever amazing thing I was going to do, it was probably already done.
The head of me was inside no more than a half inch before she grabbed my ass and pulled me completely inside her. I started to pull back out, my knees on the bed, hands on the bed beside her chest, but it didn’t work. She was pumping her hips below me, rolling them using her ass muscles. I was having a hard time trying to find a rhythm to go with her, so I instead just pushed hard into her, trying to have her compete against my groin.
I was shocked when she started the same mewling noise she’d done when I was down between her legs and I felt her surround my dick, pulsing. She put her legs around me and tried to pull me in tighter, letting out a long, low, “Fuuuuuck” while she did it.
I could have been close. I could have finished quick. My mental clock said that maybe some 5 minutes had gone by with me inside her. However, I wasn’t going to not give her the ride of her life if I could help it.
When she’d finally finished with her orgasm, she dropped limply onto the bed underneath me. This gave me the opportunity to start on her on my own terms. I started a relaxed, regular motion up and down over her, pulling out some 3-4 inches, pressing back in that amount and rolling in for a flourish. It definitely pushed her into a happy place.
I lost track of how long I went at it, but I know that she did get off one more time before I just couldn’t keep myself in check any longer. For me, it wasn’t even a build up by that time. I just felt one minute that I was kinda close, then I was pulling out, pumping my hand on myself, spreading what load I had built up since the morning around her mound and that strip of hair I’d seen before.
I rolled back so I was sitting on my lower legs. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked at me, then down at her pubic hair. “You made a mess.”
“Not a big one.” I answered.
She laughed, “I’m talking about between my legs. Feels like something exploded down there. I’d tell you that you were the best I’d had at that for a decade, but you’re the only one, so that’s kind of bullshit, right?”
I pulled a last drop of semen out of my head and said, “From what I hear, my wife is way better at it than I am.”
The next night, she found out, and yes, she was.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6hjc0z/road_trip_to_tampa_part_2_mmmf