The team piled into the bus for the short drive from the restaurant to the motel we were staying at. I sat with Mick and we went over our events for the day, as well as what we had going for the next day. Amy and Deanne sat up near the front and spoke in low tones to one another. When we disembarked, Jack gathered us in his own room for a debrief. It was a typical post-first day tournament session where he told us what he had been seeing, gave any of the team notes if he was able to sit in one of their events, and a final rousing pep talk to get us pumped for the next day.
“We’re going to do be doing some last minute coaching as well,” he announced finally right before the meeting broke up. “Elliott, you’re up first. Mick and Arnon will do some prompts with you here for half an hour, then Deanne you’re up next with your persuasion. Amy and Joseph will watch you for that.” He kept speaking, but I had already tuned out as I looked across the room to Amy, who flashed me a brilliant smile. I couldn’t concentrate as I racked my brain, trying to come up with some sort of plan after we met up tonight. While the previous nights events were intoxicating, especially with Deanne sleeping (or maybe not) just a few feet away, the implied promise Amy and I made to each other in the little hallway required just a little more privacy. At least, that was my estimation.
The coaching went quickly. Both Mick and Arnon mocked me ruthlessly as I tried and failed to come up with a coherent speech based on some quotation by Voltaire. I passed Amy in the motel hall as we filed out of the coaching room – our hands touched ever so briefly, and I had an instant fantasy of grabbing her by the wrist, pulling her into the room, locking the door and ripping off all of her clothes. It was maddening, to be honest. But then I was struck with an idea. I found Jack, who was reading a newspaper in his room, and told him that with Mick’s snoring, I couldn’t get a good nights sleep – would it be okay if I slept in the coaching room tonight? He gave me a ‘look’, but sighed and said fine. The coaching room was dedicated to our presentations and practice – nobody was actually staying in there. He handed me the card key and told me to be sure to be out of there by 6, in case anyone wanted to do some early morning practice. I told him I definitely would, and thank you.
The night wore on into the 11PM hour, when my teammates and coaches finally started filing off to bed. Deanne, Amy and Joseph were still in the coaching room and after they emerged, both Amy and Deanne disappeared into their room. Mick had been lounging on his bed for a while, falling asleep while an old movie blared on the ancient TV. I got out of my suit and pulled on a loose t-shirt and flannel pajama pants and stared at the black and white western movie while I waited for the clock to turn to the next day. At 11:55, I got up and turned the TV off. Mick was snoring loudly and grumbled and snorted as I exited the room.
The hallway and foyer were deserted. I walked over to the vending machines and stared through the clear plastic case at the candy and chips, my eyes flicking down the hallway for any hint of pink pajamas. Finally, after what felt like hours of waiting, I heard footsteps come down the hallway, and there she was. In the same delicate pink pajamas as the previous night, her hair wrapped up in a messy bun, a small and cute smile on her face. Amy walked up next to me and glanced upwards with a small lip bite. “Deanne is asleep…” she started to say.
“No worries. Jack gave me this,” I said, holding up the key to the coaching room. She stared at me for a moment, looked up to me, smiled and said, “Then let’s go release a little tension.”
I don’t remember the walk down the hallway. I remember pushing the door open, ushering Amy inside, and closing the door and locking it. I turned around and she was standing next to one of the twin beds, one hand fingering her necklace and the other nervously clutching her pants leg. I stalked forward and reached out, took her by the back of the neck, and pulled her into me with a hard kiss. She moaned into my mouth and reciprocated, parting her lips so our tongues could resume their erotic dance. I pushed her against the bed and her knees buckled as she fell backwards onto the mattress. I followed her down and her legs opened wide to wrap around me as I kissed her lips, her chin, then dipped down into her neck, licking and sucking. She gasped again as one of my hands crawled up her shirt and unbuttoned it rapidly. Her skin was so smooth and soft and warm, and as I reached her sternum, I slid my hand over one of her tits and squeezed.
“Oh fuck, Elliott,” she said while her fingers crawled through my hair and the other snaked it’s way down my back to grip my ass, pulling me harder into her. My thick iron hard cock was molten inside my pants and I ground it into her pajama pants covered crotch as I pulled her shirt away from her body, leaving her topless. “Oh fuck Amy, your tits are gorgeous,” I said. She giggled and turned her face to the side as I kissed my way down her neck to her tits. I took each of her nipples into my mouth in turn, suckling and licking and nibbling until they were as hard as my cock. Her breasts were small and round, with light pink areolas and cute pointy nipples that fit perfectly in my mouth. She gasped and moaned and I could feel the heat from her pussy against my cock. I ran my hands up her arms to her wrists and pushed them above her head, locking them together in a single grip as I kissed my way back up her collarbone and to her chin and lips.
“This is a little crazy,” she whispered, a suddenly shy smile on her face. “It’s a kind of crazy I can live with,” I said and I kissed her again and again while she laughed and pulled her wrists against my grip with futile effort. Her eyes locked with mine and then they dipped down between our bodies and then flickered back up to me. “Get up,” she said. I released her and stood up next to the bed.
Amy rolled off the mattress onto the floor on her knees and looked up at me with the cutest little smirk as her fingers hooked under my waistband and she pulled my pants down. My raging thick hardon was released into the cool motel air and she crooned as it bounced out next to her cheek. Her fingers delicately wrapped around my shaft and she placed my cockhead on her chin, right below her lips, and flicked her tongue out against my slit, dashing away the small bead of precum already emerging. I gasped lightly and she giggled again, and then yanked my pants away from my ankles, tossing them to the side. Then with a light moan, she opened her mouth and took my dick into her mouth.
What happened on the bus was great, no doubt about it. But this was ten times the sensation. Not only feeling it, but seeing her on her knees, her lips wrapped around my cock, her tits swaying lightly as she begin to bob back and forth, her fingers caressing my ballsack, and I reached down and placed one hand on her head. She moaned as my fingers touched her and she pushed herself a bit deeper, then deeper, and I urged her along with my own gentle thrusts. “Fuck Amy, you are so good at this,” I gasped out as she swallowed almost my entire length before pulling off of me with a heavy gasp. “It’s because I have such a nice instrument to work with,” she replied before swirling her tongue out around my cockhead and giving it a wet kiss, rubbing my shaft between her lips up and down, before swallowing it again and pushing forward until I felt her nose touch my stomach. I growled with absolute pleasure as I felt my cockhead press against the back of her throat.
She kept up the pace for a few more moments before I pulled her away and she looked up at me with a soft fake sad face and then laughed as I lifted her up by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. “You’re still wearing too much,” I said and yanked her pants towards me, off of her delicious ass and thick thighs, and threw it to the side. I pushed her legs apart and up. As if by reflex, she grabbed the back of her knees and spread her thighs wider while I knelt down to see her pussy in light for the first time. Her lips were dark, with a small patch of well trimmed pubic hair right above her clit, and the hint of wet pinkness inside. I could see beads of moisture glistening on the outside of her vulva, and I kissed and licked the insides of her thighs, down further until I reached her sparkling cunt. She gasped again as my tongue flicked out against that hard little clit, and I began to eat her out again, making her as juicy as I could. She mewled and squirmed as I tormented her tight hole, sliding one and then two fingers inside her hot, tight tunnel. “Oh fuck, yes, right there, oh fuck,” she kept moaning as I rolled her clit around my tongue before sliding it between her folds and inside of her. She was incredibly tight, I could already tell.
“God you taste divine,” I breathed into her cunt as I gave it another tonguing kiss. I felt her hand grab my hair and lift my head up to face her. Her cheeks were bright red, her hair was messy, and her eyes were shining with a deep desire.
“I want you inside of me,” she said, not a single quaver in her voice.
“Your wish is my command,” I replied and I pulled my fingers free. I licked them clean, which got a small, almost shocked gasp from Amy, and then crawled up her body, leaving a trail of saliva from my lips and tongue on her stomach, tits, collarbone and neck as I positioned my cockhead right at her entrance. We looked into each others eyes, her blue orbs sparkling with an intensity I had ever seen. She wrapped her ankles around my back and nodded her head.
I pushed my hips forward, felt her lips part, and then I was inside of her. We both groaned simultaneously as we became one for the first time. Her pussy was so incredibly tight even with all the lubrication I had coaxed, and I paused after two inches of penetration. Amy moaned hard, “Oh fuck, I can feel myself stretching…”
“You’re so goddamn tight,” I replied and then withdrew an inch and then slid forward again, another two inches deeper and her eyes rolled around in her head as her tunnel expanded and stretched around my fat dick. Her legs around me tightened and I felt her pull me forward, and I didn’t resist. I thrust forward again and again, a little more each time, until I felt my balls slap against her flesh and I knew I was completely buried inside her slick, wet, hot tunnel.
“Goddammit, you feel so fucking big inside of me,” she groaned. That made me smile, I admit it, and I begin to slowly, sensually thrust back and forth, grinding our sex organs together to create a musical symphony of wet slapping that picked up the pace as we became more comfortable together. Soon I had a nice steady rhthym down and she began to, I swear to God, squeak with pleasure as I fucked her. My cock was singing with lust and pleasure as I kissed her hard and sped up. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a wordless cry, just a high pitched soft squeal, as I begin to pound her into the mattress. The mattress springs squeaked in protest, but I didn’t let up, and soon the air was filled with the sound of me slamming myself into this young woman.
I couldn’t last too long. How could I? I felt her shudder and shake and her legs tighten around me twice during those few minutes, her hand on my chest, another on the back of my neck, and I squeezed and massaged her small soft tits and slid my own broad hand up to caress her neck. “Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me, just fuck me hard you bastard,” she said and I obliged as I slammed into her until I felt my balls begin to boil and I rapidly withdrew. Seconds after my cock hit open air, I erupted with thick ropes of heavy cum that covered her stomach and just splashed against the bottom of her tits. She reached down and slid her fingers through my cum and rapidly rubbed against her clit with her sticky digits until she opened her mouth and I slammed my lips against hers and felt her scream with orgasmic delight into my mouth.
Afterwards, we laid on the bed together, her leg wrapped over mine, one hand softly and tenderly caressing my cock, while I fondled her soft ass. “Fuck Amy,” I said when I felt I could speak without a tremor in my voice, “I wasn’t expecting this, this weekend.”
“Me neither,” she replied softly. She smiled up at me and leaned up to kiss me on the cheek. “But I’m so glad it did. We really needed to break that tension”
“I agree.”
We took a shower together afterwards, fucked again in the shower where I shot my load across her face and she laughed and licked her sticky lips clean of my seed. We put the room back together, stripped the sheets, and opened the window slightly to let the stink of hot sex escape before the next morning. “I better get back to my room,” she said as she pulled her pajama shirt back on, buttoning it up. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You too Amy,” I said. I walked her to the door, kissed her and squeezed her ass through her pink pants. She giggled and closed the door behind her and I went back to the now naked mattress and laid down and fell into a blissful and restful slumber.
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Thanks for coming with me down this trip on memory lane. This was years ago, but it still resonates in my head for how erotic and incredible of a weekend it was. Amy and I dated for a while, but our lives drifted apart, and she moved to another state after graduating. Deanne moved with her, and the last I heard, they were still living together, and were in a relationship. It took me a while to realize that’s why Deanne was so livid with me. I don’t blame her, and I’m incredibly happy for the both of them – they work so well together.
I hope you enjoyed.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xszbxy/m29_f19_the_evening_after_the_speech_team_dinner