“I don’t mind you comin’ here. And wastin’ all my time. ‘Cause when you’re standin’, oh so near…” The alarm on my phone played The Cars hit from my dresser, waking me up at 4:30. I groaned and rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I tasted the rancid flavor of the previous night’s beer and liquor on my breath and felt a dull throb in the base of my skull, presumably from the same source. None of it mattered though; not the early start, not the mild hangover, not even the fact that I had forgotten to turn on the heat the night before and it was now 45 degrees in the apartment. The day was finally there: Vacation. Sixteen days of road tripping, visiting national parks, hiking, and camping, with a mandatory brief stop at my parents place for Thanksgiving. I had not had a vacation in almost a year, and I was so ready to get out of town. I showered, brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag, and left on my trip by 5:00 am. I pulled out of the parking lot and rolled down the window, letting the brisk November air wash over me.
“WOOOO!” I shouted into the dark. I was determined to make this one of the greatest trips of my life. For a large part of it, it was. I visited the Grand Canyon first, then went to Bryce Canyon, then Zion, and finally Joshua Tree before stopping at my parents for Thanksgiving. I spent a few days there, then was back out on the road hitting Sequoia, then Yosemite, then hopping all the way over to Montana/Wyoming for Yellowstone. After hiking all day in Yellowstone, I was exhausted, and I had no desire to drive a long way in the ice and snow that was on the roads in Montana and Wyoming so I decided to hunker down in Bozeman. I would drive down south the next day. I still had a few days to get back home before work beckoned, and only Mesa Verde and Canyonlands left to visit, so I could take a rest day where I didn’t drive a ton of miles.
I leisurely drove down through Idaho and northern Utah, stopping at a few small museums along the way, enjoying the local atmosphere and all of the small towns. By 6:00 I had made it to Salt Lake City, and found a hotel there. I started to look online for things to do in Salt Lake, and discovered that the Utah Jazz were in town and playing in a few hours. Always up for watching a game, I hopped on my computer and scored a nosebleed seat for $6, then mapped out a route to the arena. It was about a 15 minute drive, so I figured if I shot to get there about an hour before the game, it would work out perfectly.
I drove to the arena and when I was a few blocks away, I started looking for parking. I had a few $20s on me, not knowing how much parking would be. It turned out that I had grossly overestimated how much parking cost in Utah. I found a lot for $5 and pulled into a spot right next to a white Escalade that was just getting there. I walked over to the station, and I read very clearly “Exact Change Only”. I grimaced at the inconvenience. At that time, the man in the Escalade was just getting out of his car and coming over. He was an older fellow, 65 or so by the look of him. He stood about 5’10”, had a full head of greying blonde hair, and looked pretty fit for his age. He was wearing a cream colored jacket on top of a blue button down, jeans, and white sneakers. He slipped his $5 into the machine and it spit out his ticket. I have always been a bit awkward when it comes to approaching strangers, even for something as innocent as change, but I needed to get a pass for my car.
“Excuse me, sir.” I said, half-raising my hand towards him.
“Yes?” he answered, turning around.
“Do you happen to have change for a $20? I totally misjudged how much parking is here.”
The man looked in his wallet and took out a few bills. “As a matter of fact I do.” He said, handing them to me in exchange for the $20.
“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. Back home, you can’t even sniff parking for less that $20.”
“Oh yeah? Where is home for you?” He asked.
“Texas now, but I’m originally from California.”
“I’m actually from California myself.” He stated. “My name is Ed by the way.”
“Hi Ed, I’m Mark. Wow, so what brings you out to Utah?”
I continued to talk to Ed the entire way to the stadium. It turned out that we had lived only about an hour and a half away from each other, he had moved to Utah because he met a woman from the state. He was a huge sports fan, especially liking basketball. I told Ed about my trip, and he told me about similar trips he had taken back years ago. By the time we got to the front of the arena, we were talking like we were old friends.
“So do you have a ticket already?” Ed asked me.
“Yeah it is up in the nosebleeds somewhere, but I really just wanted to see a game, so I don’t mind too much.” I said.
“Well would you like to sit a bit closer?” Ed asked. “My wife and I usually come to the games together, but she got caught up at work, so it is just me tonight. You are welcome to her seat if you want it.”
I paused. “I mean…yeah, sure. Thank you very much.”
I followed Ed through security and to the lower level of the arena. We started going down the steps, and each time he paused I expected us to turn off on our row. But we just kept descending. Row 10. Row 9. Row 8. Still going. Row 5. Row 4. Ed finally peeled off the aisle and made his way to the middle of the the row, taking a seat directly at mid court. I stood agog for a second, not knowing how exactly to respond. This guy had just given me at least a $200 ticket for nothing. I slid down the row and sat next to Ed. We started talking about the players, the game, etc. as the teams warmed up and as the other fans filled in the arena. People began to fill in the seats around us, and I casually looked around just to see the people I would be near during the game.
As I was doing so, two girls came down the aisle and sat in the two seats next to Ed. They were both fairly attractive, but in different ways. One was pretty tall, standing close to 5’9”, had dirty blonde hair that went a bit past her shoulders and was in a neat braid, and had some freckles on her nose and cheeks that made her look cute and kind of innocent. She had what looked to be smaller breasts beneath her Jazz jersey, but they looked perfect on her slight frame. Her legs were insanely long, covered by dark blue skinny jeans, and while her ass was not extremely prominent, it was still attractive. The other girl was significantly shorter, maybe 5’2”, had brown hair with blonde highlights that she was wearing down, and glasses that framed her face quite well. She was a bit thicker than her friend; her butt filled out her pants quite well, and her tits struggled against her tight sweater whenever she moved.
Ed and I continued talking for a few minutes after the girls sat down, but then to my surprise, Ed introduced us.
“Hey, Georgia, Nancy, this is Mark. Bonnie got caught up at work and couldn’t make it so he is taking her place tonight.”
“Hi. Mark.” I said as I reached across to shake their hands.
“”Nancy.” The tall one said with a polite smile.
“Georgia.” The shorter one declared.
We all began talking to one another, Ed telling them the odd coincidence of running into me in the parking lot, me talking about my trip, and them telling me a little bit about themselves. It turned out that they were friends that had met in college and were now roommates. Georgia’s father was a friend of Ed’s from work who had season tickets, so when her father and his wife could not make the games, they would give the tickets to the girls. Nancy was a huge Jazz fan and loved basketball, even playing in college. She was now a third grade teacher, and loved her job. Georgia was a bit of a tougher nut to crack. She was a paralegal, and was applying for law school for the next year, but that was about all of the information I could get out of her. Every time I tried asking her a question, she would either give really short and curt answers, or she just would not respond. I learned more about her from Nancy than I did her.
Before I knew it, the game had started. It was close all through the first half, and watching the players from that close vantage point was a dream come true. We cheered all through the first quarters, with Nancy and me analyzing all of the calls, plays, and shot selection. We started to really hit it off, then it was half time.
“I’m going to grab a beer. Do you want anything?” Ed asked me as he stood up.
“I’ll come up and grab a beer with you.” I responded. “Do you guys want to come with us?” I asked, nodding my head toward the girls.
“No.” Georgia said, not even looking up from her phone.
“I think I’m good right now. Thanks though.” Nancy said, holding up her half full beer.
Ed and I walked up to the concourse, and found the nearest vendor. We ordered our beers, and Ed pulled out his wallet to pay.
“No. I got this.” I said.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. You gave me a great ticket and have had to put up with me talking all game. It’s the least I can do.”
“Well thank you. It’s nice having some company.”
We made our way back to the seats, and Ed stood aside to let me go in first. I was puzzled because he was sitting in the further seat, and I gave him a quizzical look.
“My leg is bothering me, and I may need to use the restroom during the second half.” Ed explained. “You take the inner seat.”
I nodded and took Ed’s seat as he sat in mine. When I sat down I realized that I was sitting next to Nancy now. I looked over at Ed, who was suddenly intently watching the halftime performance. I grinned and shook my head at the sly, old wingman. Nancy and I talked the entire rest of the game, mostly about the action on the court, but it occasionally digressed to stories from our past. I tried not to leave Ed and Georgia out of the conversation completely, making sure to ask questions directly to them a few times, but Nancy and I clearly had the best connection. When the game ended, I was hoping to keep talking to Nancy, and figuring I had nothing to lose since I was leaving in the morning anyways, I went all in.
“Hey do you guys want to grab a drink? I’m still pretty wired from the game.” I phrased the question so that it was an open invitation for all three of them, so as not to make anyone feel awkward.
“I’ve got to get home. You guys have fun.” Ed said, getting up from his seat.
“I could go for a drink.” Nancy said. “You want to go?” She asked Georgia.
“I’m kinda tired.” Georgia replied. “And I don’t really feel like going out.”
“Come on. Just one drink?” Nancy pleaded.
“It’s already almost 11 and I have to be at work early tomorrow. I’m going home.” Georgia said in a snarky, matter of fact way.
The brief dialogue hung in the air for a minute as we gathered our things and headed towards the exit as a foursome. Nancy walked beside me and hung a few steps back of Georgia and Ed.
“I really wish Georgia weren’t being such a bitch right now. I want to come out, but we carpooled and by the time I get home and then come back out, it will have wasted an hour or so.” Nancy explained.
“Well if you want, I can drive you to the bar for a drink and then drop you off at home when we are finished there.” I offered with an inkling of hope that she would take me up on my offer.
“Hmmm. Promise you aren’t a serial killer that is trying to get me alone and put my toes in your trophy case?”
“I promise that I would never put your toes in my trophy case.” I paused for a second. “Now your ears on the other hand….”
Nancy laughed and playfully gave me a light shove on the shoulder. “Well in that case, I would be a fool to turn down your offer. Just let me go tell Georgia.”
At the next street, Nancy hugged Georgia goodbye and followed me to my car. I unlocked it and she got in. I turned to Ed who was getting into his vehicle.
“Thanks for everything. I have never had better seats at any game. It was so much fun.”
“No problem. Great meeting you. Drive safe.”
I got in the car and drove to the bar that she suggested. It was a somewhat small establishment that was not overly crowded, but had a decent selection of beers. Nancy picked a table near the back of the place while I got us our drinks. I took them back to the table and sat across from her. We picked up right where we left off, conversation flowing naturally between us, only interrupted briefly by a trip to the bar to order another round. About mid-way through the second round Nancy excused herself to use the restroom, and when she came back, she sat in the seat right next to me, moving one chair over. Nancy leaned in close to me.
“So be honest. How do you really know Ed?” She asked me with a devious smile. “That whole meeting in the parking lot thing can’t be true.”
I laughed. “Honestly I had never met him before tonight. And I probably still wouldn’t have met him if I had smaller bills in my wallet. It was just a crazy coincidence.”
“That’s so lucky. I’ve never been offered an upgrade like that when I travel.” She mock pouted.
“Well I guess you just need to work on your interpersonal skills.” I said in a sarcastic tone.
Nancy laughed. “I guess I do.”
“I’m going to get another round. Want anything?”
She gestured to her rum and coke. “Just one more. Please and thank you.”
I got to the bar and was waiting to place my order. Just then the lights flipped on. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was only 1 am. I made my way back to Nancy.
“It’s only 1. What’s going on?”
“Oh I didn’t realize that it was that late. Bars in Utah close at 1.” She informed me.
“Oh. That kinda sucks. I was having a really good time.”
“Me too. Maybe we can finish the conversation back at your place?” She asked.
“Yeah for sure!” I readily agreed. “I’m not staying anywhere fancy, just a Days Inn if you are sure you are okay with that.” It probably made me seem desperate, but I couldn’t help it. I was having a great time with her, and I did not want the night to end.
“I’m not picky at all. Probably where I would be staying on a cross country road trip.” Nancy said graciously. “What time are you planning on leaving tomorrow?”
“Probably around 6. Trying to make it to Canyonlands by like 10 so I can hike around all day without worrying about when it will get dark.”
“Makes sense. You sure you don’t want to just go to bed? I wouldn’t want you falling asleep at the wheel or anything.” She asked coyly.
“I’m sure I can manage. You sure you don’t want me to drive you home? Wouldn’t want you to be tired for your students and crash at your desk.” I jested back.
“I think I’ll risk it.”
We exited the bar and both shivered at the perceived drop in temperature. We huddled back to my car and as soon as we got in, I put the heater on full blast. Not knowing the area at all, I made Nancy my navigator to the hotel. It turned out she was terrible at giving directions, and I made a few wrong turns as a result, but we got back eventually and in great spirits. I pulled into a parking spot and grabbed my luggage from the trunk of my car. Even though it was only 200 feet or so from the car to the building, the cold made it feel like a trek.
We got inside the room and I rushed over to the heater and turned it on while Nancy sat on the couch. I grabbed the remote for the tv and turned on Sports Center, then sat down next to her. As the warm air rushed into the room, we both took off our jackets and placed them on the dresser. Nancy then leaned over and put her head on my shoulder, I reached around her and rested my arm on hers. We just sat like that for 15 minutes or so, talking sporadically, but mostly just warming up from the frigid outdoors. Finally, there was a pregnant pause. Neither of us said anything, both of us waiting for someone to make the first move. I could feel my heart beating against my chest, and my breaths shorten as I shifted my weight on the couch. Nancy looked at me, and I leaned forward towards her lips. She met me halfway, our lips meeting in a soft and tentative kiss. I broke away after a few seconds, just to make sure everything was still copacetic.
“Took you long enough.” She said with a grin. “I thought you were going to fall asleep on me.”
“Not a chance.” I replied, blushing a bit at her calling me out. “But you know, now that you mention the time… Oof.”
I let out a surprised huff as Nancy threw herself on top of me mid sentence. She pressed her lips against mine, and I felt her tongue snake its way into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her into me. My hands traveled up and down her back softly, exploring what I could on top of her multiple layers. Nancy came up for air and removed her jersey, revealing a Utah Jazz t-shirt. Free from the confines of her shapeless jersey, I saw her figure a bit more clearly. She had fairly small tits that were incredibly perky and an athletic body that looked like she could still play collegiate basketball no problem; basically she was way too hot to be with me.
“Wow. You really go all out for the games don’t you?”
“You’re lucky I wasn’t wearing my beanie and scarf too.” She said in a tone that was way too convincing to be a joke.
“Oh I don’t blame you. I go all out for all of my games too. I’m surprised you aren’t wearing Jazz lingerie.” I smirked.
“How do you know I’m not?” She leaned down on top of me and kissed my neck, pulling on my shirt’s neckline a bit.
“Now you have me intrigued. Are you?” I inquired.
“Nope.” She pulled her shirt up to reveal the lack of any bra whatsoever. I saw her erect light pink nipples on an alabaster canvas that had shrunk as a result of the combination of the makeout session and the cold weather. A few small freckles dotted the top of her chest, accentuated by a slight flush of color. I hesitated, drinking in the sight of her, and before I could react she pulled her shirt back down. “But wouldn’t it be awesome if I did?”
“It would be pretty great.” I admitted.
I sat up against the arm of the couch and she straddled me. I pulled her head towards me and I gave her a passionate kiss. I moved my lips from hers down to her neck, then pushed her backwards until she was lying on the couch and I was on top of her. I coaxed her shirt up so that I could see her belly button and her smooth stomach. I kissed her right beneath her navel, then began to move my mouth up her ribs, and finally to her tits.
My mouth descended on them with fervor. I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked on it gently, then gave it a light nibble. That drove out a moan of pleasure from Nancy who began to breathe heavier. I reached out my hand and began tracing her other breast with my fingers, causing her to shudder with anticipation. I lifted my mouth from her nipple and blew cold air gently over the wet spot I had created. I watched as it shrunk into a small, erect version of itself. I repeated the process on the other side, then lightly pinched both of her nipples as I kissed her lips once again.
“Mmmm.” She murmured with her eyes shut. “Want to move this to the bed?”
I nodded and took her hand, pulling her up from the couch and walking her over to the bed. She stood with her back to the bed, and pulled me in for another long kiss. Her hands grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. As I kissed her, she unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the ground. I did the same to her, first taking off her shirt, then peeling off her jeans. Our bare stomachs pressed against one another, and my hands went to the waistband of her panties. I pushed them down, and I heard them drop to the floor. My dick by this point was completely engorged, pressing against her leg, and struggling against my boxers. She carefully pulled down my underwear, leaving nothing left between us. We both looked at each other, completely naked in this random hotel room.
Her dark brown eyes stared deep into my own, never looking down at my body, only searching my mind. As I stared back, it was as though I was seeing her truly and completely. Even though we had only known each other for hours in that moment I felt like I could tell her anything. It is an impossible feeling to describe, and have never felt anything quite like it before. It was almost as if we knew that we were never going to see each other again, so there were no walls that had to be put up, no boundaries to impose, we could be our true selves.
I shifted towards her, pressing my body against hers. I felt her hard nipples against my ribcage, the warmth of her thighs against my own. I dipped my head again, licking her nipples, then pushing her onto the bed and spreading her legs. I stared for a moment at her bald pussy, carefully shaved and pristinely cleaned. I then spread her lips and exposed her clit. My tongue extended from my mouth and brushed the wet hood lightly, causing a small jump from Nancy. I continued to focus on her clit with occasional licks of her labia. I started to trace her soaking lips with my finger as my mouth danced on her button. I felt her legs tense as I inserted my finger for the first time. She was incredibly tight and was bucking her hips against just one finger inside of her. Her hands shot up to her nipples and pulled on them while I continued to lick her pussy. Nancy began moaning and gasping, then let out a huge grunt while her legs wrapped around my head and squeezed so hard I lost feeling in my ears. I pulled my finger out of her pussy and found it coated with her cum. I looked at Nancy, spread eagle on the bed, and when she picked her head up, no longer did I see a cute basketball fan. Instead I saw a sex demon, knowing exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
“How do I taste?” She asked.
“Fucking awesome.” I said.
“Let me try.” Nancy said, grabbing my hand and putting my finger in her mouth in a very seductive manner. “Mmmm. Now it’s your turn.”
She licked my entire finger clean, got up from the bed and pushed me down on it. She crawled up my legs and grabbed my dick and slowly started stroking it. She put her lips on my head and started sucking. Her hand massaged my balls, and her mouth moved down my shaft, slowly engulfing the entire length. She bobbed her head up and down, and when she finally came up for air, a length of spit dripped down from her mouth to the tip of my dick. Her eyes were a bit watery, but she went down again, pressing her nose almost to my stomach. It felt amazing. I could feel her tongue working my dick while the tip was in her throat. Nancy came up again, audibly gasping this time. Her head then disappeared, only for me to feel her mouth cup my balls as her hands stroked the length of my cock. I pushed my hips up against her hands, my dick rock hard and begging for her. I glanced down and a wanting groan escaped me. She looked up at me and smiled with my dick still in her face.
“Do you like it when I do that?” She asked. I nodded vehemently. “You like it when I suck your dick like a little slut? Fucking use me like I’m your slut for tonight.” She said while stroking my dick.
I grabbed her head and pulled it back onto my dick, almost gagging her in the process. I did not want to be too rough, but it was becoming apparent that she was ok with a little bit of force. I pumped my dick into her mouth a few times then pulled it out and let it hover in front of her face for a few seconds. I stood up and towered over her while she was on her knees. I grabbed her hand and got her on her feet, then bent her over the bed.
“You want to be my slut?” I whispered into her ear. “I can make you my slut.”
I took my dripping cock in my hands and guided it towards her pussy. I rubbed it along her slit, making sure that it was spread, then inserted my length into her. We both sighed as penetration had finally been had. Once I was fully inside of her, I paused for just a second, then I began to thrust as though my life depended on it. I took hold of her shoulder with one hand and lightly grasped her braid with the other, using both to pull myself inside her as hard and as fast as I could. Her head was arched backwards because of the hair pulling, and she began moaning loudly in accordance with each thrust.
“Fuck yeah.” She gasped. “Oh yeah. Fuck my pussy. Slap my ass.”
Right on cue, my hand left her hair and gave her a hard smack on the ass, leaving a pink hand print. Nancy squealed and bucked her hips into me even harder than before. I gave one last hard thrust then stopped and pulled myself out of her welcoming cavern. I laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of me. She guided my member inside of her, then sat all the way down. She began to grind on my dick, moving it around inside of her. The sensation was incredible, and I pushed my hips skyward to try and get as much of myself inside her as I could. I watched as her face turned from white to pink while rocking on top of me. I grabbed her hips and thrust quickly into her from the bottom, causing her to moan louder and start pawing at her own tits. When her hand reached down from her tit to her clit, I knew that she must be getting close to cumming. I continued pumping into her with all of my force, and soon I felt a fresh flush of juices on my member. Nancy collapsed forward onto me, needing a break for a second before we continued.
“You ok?” I asked after a minute or so.
“Just gearing up for the next round.” Was the response.
I smiled at her, then kissed her while I guided my cock back inside of her. She moaned again as I entered her, then I rolled her over so that I was on top of her. I reached out and grabbed one of her nipples while I still slowly thrust into her. I felt her soaked pussy on my cock dripping onto the comforter of the bed. I was working up a head of steam now, pumping in and out in good rhythm.
“Choke me.” I heard her say through intermittent squeaks.
“What?” I asked, making sure that I heard right.
“Choke me. Not super hard or anything. Just enough to make it a little tough to breathe.”
I reached out one of my hands and placed it around her slim neck. I squeezed just a little bit, my cock pulsing in her the entire time. There was an increased tempo on her part, and I matched her gyration.
“Harder!” Nancy said firmly.
I squeezed harder and again felt an increased response. I started ramming her pussy with my dick; my balls slapped against her ass. I could tell that she was getting close again, and to be honest so was I.
“Harder!” She gasped through the choke.
This time I fucked her as hard as I could. The slaps of our bodies hitting each other sounded like applause. I throttled her neck, and I felt her cum even harder than before. Her pussy pulsing on my cock was all I needed to know that I was going to blow. I released her neck.
“I’m going to cum.” I told her.
“Cum on my tits.” she gasped.
I pulled out of her one last time, and directed my dick at her tits. The first shot hit Nancy straight in the forehead, the second went over her shoulder, then the rest fell onto her tits. She leaned forward and gently licked my rapidly shrinking penis, getting the last bit of cum off the tip.
Nancy stood up and walked to the bathroom where she took a shower and cleaned up. I showered after her, and as we got dressed we were both still in a euphoric silence.
“Do you want me to drive you home now, or wait until the morning? If we go to sleep now we could have a solid…” I checked the clock. “Two hours of sleep before 6.”
Nancy giggled, the cute basketball fan reappearing. “I’m good staying here if you are.”
“Yeah for sure.”
We each took a side of the bed and got in. I set my alarm, and turned out the lamp. What felt like mere minutes later, I heard “Jesse is a friend. I know he’s been a good friend of mine” playing from my alarm, and I got out of bed. Nancy was still asleep, so I made sure that I was completely packed and ready to go, then woke her up. She quickly gathered her things and I drove her to her house. She lingered in the car for a second.
“Well, have a good rest of your trip.”
“Thanks. Don’t fall asleep in front of your kids. You’ll never live that down.” I responded.
Nancy leaned over and gave me a brief peck and then got out of the car. I made sure that she got in the door, then drove off into the morning, ready for another day.
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