I had some time off, so I made a last minute decision to drive up to Phoenix for a couple of days. There are a few things that Phoenix has that Tucson does not. Besides, I used to live up there, and I had some friends I wanted to look up while I was there.
Checking on the web, I found a great last-minute deal at a local motel in Mesa. I figured Mesa would be cheaper than Phoenix, and cheaper was exactly what I needed.
I grabbed a bag of clothes, and my backpack, gassed up the car, and headed for Mesa.
I pulled into the new guest parking at the motel, and headed inside. Just as I was going in, there were two older women coming out. They were both in their swimsuits, and I figure they were headed to the pool. Both were attractive… what you could call ‘milfs’. Both seemed to be about the same age, one was Hispanic, one was I figure of Irish decent (red hair and freckles gave her away). Both had what I’d figure were “D’s” in size. Yes I’d call them both MILF’s alright.
After check-in and getting my room keys, I drove around to the other entrance, thinking it might be a shorter walk to my room. But the map lied, it was actually shorter to go in the main door. I got my stuff carried in, and situated for the night. My stomach growled, and I mumbled to it… ‘yeah, I heard ya…’ and figured I’d try to go get me some dinner.
I exited my room, and was greeted by the auburn Irish woman. “Oh, hi,” she said. She was frantically looking through her wallet for something.
I returned a “Hello.” back to her. It gave me another chance to take in her beautiful body. It was curvy, in all the right places… especially for me.
She was moving in a rhythm of what I’d call … the P-P Dance. Like she really needed to go. I had no idea if they had any guest restrooms around, I didn’t even know if she was a guest there.
“Damn It…” she exclaimed, with a large amount of frustration backing it up.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“My roommate has the key to our room, and she went to get food and beverages when you met us coming in. We were going to eat at the pool. It’s been an hour and she’s still not back yet. And my key is laying next to my purse on the dresser in there.”
“Oooo. I see. I take it from your motions that you need to go P-P.”
A flush of pink rushed over her face, almost matching her face to her hair. “Yes, you are very observant.” Then she kind of scowled at me, probably the thought of needing to go, hit her like putting her hand into a bucket of cold water.
“Here… You can use mine.” I told her. I turned back to my room, she came up behind me, still moving like her bladder was going to burst if I didn’t get the door opened in time.
I got it opened, and she rush by me, right into the bathroom. She didn’t try to close the door, as I got a glimpse of her pulling down her swimsuit as I walked past. I couldn’t see much… she didn’t turn on the light. I heard her spray into the toilet, she wasn’t kidding… Sounded like she had a liter ready to go.
I sat down on one of the queen beds. I heard a flush, and she walked out. “Thank you kind sir… I would have peed my swimsuit if you hadn’t have let me use your toilet.”
“No worries… Even though you’re damp, I know you don’t have any kooties.”
“You’re right… I don’t have any kooties,” she smirked back at me.
“I guess I should introduce myself… My name is Tom.”
“Linda.” We both reached out and shook hands, in a friendly gesture.
“So where did your friend go?” I asked.
“She went to go get us some food and beverages. You know, a good bottle of wine. We came into town for a mini-get together with some of our old classmates from high school. We thought we’d take a dip in the pool to cool off, and she said we needed something to drink. That was over an hour ago.”
“Gosh,” I said. “Do you think she is ok?”
“I don’t know. Probably. She is like this… something probably distracted her, and she forgot about me… but then again she didn’t know I didn’t have my room key.”
“Which you don’t.”
“No… I don’t.” She was starting to fidget again.
“Are you ok?” I asked her.
“I’m just cold. You have it cold in here.”
Yes, it was cool in there, the way I like the room to be, especially for sleeping. “Oh… Probably that wet swimsuit you’re wearing isn’t helping.” I knew they didn’t have a gift shop at the motel, but I did have a pair of shorts in my bag that she could wear. And being as endowed as her breasts were, I didn’t think one of my T-shirts would be a good option. But my button shirt that I was wearing might work out.
I went over to my bag and pull the shorts out. I pulled me out a T-shirt. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what could be a touch of fear come from Linda.
“Here,” as I tossed her my shorts. I unbuttoned my shirt, and removed it. I knew I wasn’t any gift to women in the muscles department. I tossed the shirt over toward her. The fear I saw had eased, probably was the T-shirt thing.
Linda took the shorts and went to slide them on, “Um… could you possibly take off the wet suit? I don’t want my shorts getting wet.”
Again, with a frown, she grabbed the shirt and shorts and headed to the bathroom. “Just leave your swimsuit on the tub to dry.” I called to her.
Linda re-appeared from the bathroom. She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror, and flipped her hair out from the shirt. Walking out of the bathroom toward me, I could really make out more about her size. She was busty. They swayed as she walked.
“Thank you for the loan of the clothes. I’ve warmed up.” she said.
“Why don’t you call the front desk and ask about getting a key.”
“Wow… she said, “smart, and a gentleman too.”
“My pleasure Ma’am,” I responded. Yeah, I said it as a smart-ass comment.
Linda called the front desk and explained the situation. They could not let her into the room because the room was in her girlfriend’s name. Beside, it would be a $100 charge as well.
“Well, I noted… Maybe your friend will be back soon.”
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We passed some small talk between us for the next hour. I learned all about her, and her life. She was divorced. Her husband got sole custody of her kids. After 20 years of marriage, she was divorced, and practically left penniless thanks to the crooked divorce judge.
She lived alone, worked as a teller at the bank there in town she was living in. She hadn’t dated much, from being gun-shy after the divorce.
I told her my sad story. The more time that passed, the more my stomach growled.
“Hey Linda, would you consider going out to dinner?” I asked. “I need to eat something.”
“Ok, but I don’t know if I’m really dressed for it or not.”
“I think you are fine. Let’s go see what we can find, and we’ll figure it out from there.”
“Ok.” she said.
I opened the door for her, and went on out behind her.
I made sure I had my key in my pocket.
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We found one place that we agreed on, but she was not sure about her attire. “I think you look fine.”
“I don’t. I’m self-conscious about not having a bra on.”
“Well, I could use several arguments…” thinking about what I had seen earlier… “I’ve seen women go braless with just a shirt before. I don’t think anyone would care. Or how about that they are not that noticeable with your hair in front like it is now?”
“Would you mind if we just got it to go and ate it back at the motel?”
“Ok… we can do that.”
We went in and ordered. Linda kept her arms folded in front of her, to try and cover her braless self. I paid for the food and carried it out to the car, and got Linda situated in the passenger seat.
“Thank you.” she said. I could tell from her tone that I think she really was thankful for what I had done for her so far.
“You’re very welcome.” I replied. “I didn’t think I’d be having dinner with a beautiful woman tonight. This is really a pleasure for me.”
I glanced over at her, and I saw a brief smile on her face.
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We got back to the motel, and I heard “Damn it…” whispered out of Linda.
“What?” I asked. She seemed startled for a second.
“Her car is still not here.”
“Oh… that’s not good. Does she have a cell phone?”
“It’s sitting in her purse, on the dresser, next to my room key. All she took was her debit card.”
“Hmmm… really not good at all.”
“No, it isn’t. I should have realized…”
“Relized what?” I asked.
“That she’d pull something like this.”
“She has a history of this kind of behavior?”
“Yeah… at my wedding. She and the best man disappeared before the wedding started. We didn’t see them until the next day.”
“The next day? Wow… she and the best man…”
“Yep… He knocked her up, even. But thankfully for both, she miss-carried shortly there after.”
“Damn… You think she’s in to something again tonight?”
“Knowing her, it’s very possible.”
We went past her room on the way to my door, the next room. There was no light under their room door, so no, she had not been back.
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Our food was really good… I had heard about the Bar-B-Q restaurant had opened in Mesa, and wondered how the food was. I would definitely eat there again, without any reservations.
“You know,” Linda said with a bit of a mouthful… “I’ve never been really fond of Bar-B-Q. But this is good stuff!”
“I know. I wish we’d get one in Tucson.”
I saw Linda start to fidget again.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I appreciate your loan of the shorts and shirt, but they’re uncomfortable.”
“How so? They look like they fit ok.”
“They do,” she replied. “I’m just not used to wearing this kind of clothing. When I’m at home, I have a MooMoo type housecoat. Or sometimes I go without.”
“Nice. I know the feeling. Same here for me. Well, I don’t wear a MooMoo. I just go without or in my underwear.”
“My lovely friend who disappeared on me. She… turned me.”
Wait… what? A puzzled look came over my face. What the heck was she talking about? What did I just hear?
“Turned you how?” I had to ask. I couldn’t leave that one without an explanation. That flash of thought came up with ‘vampire’. What???
Linda saw the look and explained. “I had always been the prim and proper woman. My friend had tried to get me to loosen up about things throughout high school. One of them was about what I wore around the house, when it was just me and the house. I’d always get dressed, bra, panties, blouse and pants. Maybe a shirt and a t-shirt. One night my friend came over on a Friday night after work, with 6 bottles of wine. We ended up drinking a bottle a piece.”
“Wow… I was thinking… that’s a lot of wine.” I mused.
“My friend that night finally got me to loosen up. She brought over a sundress of hers, and told me to go put it on. Even though I protested, she held her ground, so I went and changed. She even yelled up to me to make sure to leave the bra and panties in the bedroom.”
“Interesting,” I mused. “Go on.”
Linda then spoke… “Maybe it was the wine. I don’t know. But I found that I really did like it. It was so fresh and airy to be without.”
“Understandable, since most women don’t wear the correct size of bra.” One of many factoids running around in my brain.
Linda stood up, and went over to the window. “Three weeks later, she came over… wine in hand. Once again, we both consumed about a bottle each.”
I figured there was no sense in saything anything about it… She is a grown woman, so I let her continue.
“It was obvious my friend was too drunk to drive. We were both many sheets to the wind, again. I got off on a tangent that my husband screwed me because of the blond bimbo he knocked up, and managed to turn the judge against me in the divorce. My friend went into what I’d now call ‘damage control’ mode and tried to tell me how beautiful I was.”
Another pause happened, and figured to just let Linda tell me what she wanted to tell me. Something was weighing heavily on her mind… heavy enough she felt she had to tell me about it.
“Next thing I know, my girlfriend is kissing me. The strange thing was, eventually I started kissing her back.”
Linda’s voice changed. A thought crossed my mind… raw nerves ahead… tread lightly.
“I’m not a lesbian,” Linda continued. “I don’t think I’m a lesbian anyway. Nor have I ever found women sexually attractive.”
Hmmm… I thought. I think now I know where part of this is going.
Part of me was excided to hear about this. Part of me was not too happy about it.
“But that night…” she paused, “I was with a lesbian, and I was a lesbian.”
“I’m no psychoanalyst… But I take it that it bothered you.”
“Not right that moment,” Linda picked up her drink from the table and took a long swig of soda. “That entire weekend was spent having sex with her. My eyes were opened to what being a lesbian is… what it’s like to be with a woman,” she continued. “After that night, I would look at women and they were as they always had been… just people.”
“Interesting… go on,” I urged her to keep going.
“The next Friday night, she came over. Except this time I was the aggressor and it wasn’t because I had been drinking. And I loved it. Every minute of it.”
“Sound like I’m sensing some regret or guilt in there.”
“I was raised in a Christian home. That homosexuality was wrong.” Another pause for a gulp of soda. “Yet being with her, it was just sex… Just like I had experienced from high school to marriage. I wasn’t in love with her.”
“And now you’re torn because you love your sexual intimacy with her, but you don’t love her.” I was trying to come up with a plausible solution to her issue.
“Yes, sort of.” Linda said. “Geez, I’m not even sure why I’m telling you all this.”
I said in a re-assuring tone, “Don’t worry about it. Something in your mind decided you needed to confess this to someone. I’m just the lucky guy you picked. And I’m not even really sure that ‘confess’ is the right word for it. You needed to tell someone.”
“Yeah,” she said. “Maybe that’s it.” Again a long pause. Most every weekend we’d have our lesbian weekend together. Then a couple of times we didn’t. And on those weekends, I was lost.”
“I see.”
“You see what?” Linda asked.
“I wonder if what you went through with her is like that ‘Stockholm syndrome’.”
“What’s that?”
“It was found that people who went through a traumatic time with someone, could very easily side with the person that put them through that traumatic time, even becoming their lover or wife. She put you through the torture of experiencing being a lesbian. And you fell for her, but just for the lesbian part.”
Linda said, “could be.” She paused, her gaze out the window still just as strong as it was before.
“When she’d disappear, I would feel very empty, lonely, oh how it hurt.”
“Where was she?”
“I asked her on a couple of occasions. She was either being a lesbian with a different woman, or being some guy’s fuck doll for a weekend.”
“Oh… I see.” Her friend was worse than a slut. What is the name for a woman who is worse than a slut, when she isn’t getting paid for it… a whore? Hmmm… I figured I should look that up someday.
“So I suggested that every so often, we do a trip. One of those trips was a cruise down to Mexico. We met a nice couple on ship, and somehow it was decided to pair off. She went with the husband, I went with his bi-wife. But it wasn’t the same. I couldn’t do it. I ended up spending the night on the deck of the ship. She and the husband were in our cabin. And I left his wife in their cabin. I had no where to go. Needless to say it was a sucky cruise weekend.”
“The whole cruise? There must have been other guy’s on the ship.”
“Oh, there were. No one I was attracted to.”
“That might be a problem alright.”
“Other Friday nights and other trips happened, and we would fuck the days away.”
Another pause.
“I still love men, mind you…” she continued. “But I can’t say no to her.”
“So…” in reading between the lines, I think I figured out some of what was bothering Linda this night… “tonight was supposed to be a ‘you and her sexcapade’.”
“Yes.” She said. “And I was so looking forward to it.” But she still seemed to me to be distant. I couldn’t really put my finger on it.
“I saw a counselor about this and my divorce. The counselor put it straight out there… My friend is a nympho. She has had more sex than you and I combined. In fact, I think every night she is either with a woman or a man somewhere.”
“Do you think she…” Linda interrupted my sentence.
“It is possible. Hell, I don’t know. She could be screwing the clerk at the convenience store. I just don’t know.”
“Wow… with a friend like that… aren’t you afraid you could catch something from her?”
“Actually, once I think I did. But she denied having anything. Yet I sure didn’t have sex with anyone but her, so it had to be from her. Thankfully it was nothing too severe, and a round of anti-biotics cleared it up.”
“Yeah… Thankfully.”
Linda still seemed distant. “Linda, I may be completely wrong… but I get an impression that you were really looking forward to tonight… almost excited to be with her tonight.”
Linda took another long swig drink… “Yeah… as wierd as it’s sounds… I was.”
I hate it when I nail things. I had nailed what was bothering her. And it wasn’t good.
I could imagine what Linda was going through. I just didn’t know what to do for her.
I could have thrown on the charm and tried to get her into my bed. But that is not the kind of guy I happen to be. Nor would using this to get into her bed would have been fair. So I got the remote and turned on the TV to see what was on. All those channels, and nothing was on that was decent. It was 10:00pm, and I seriously doubt her friend was going to make it back tonight.
So I made an offer to her that she could sleep in the other bed. I’d sleep in the one I was going to sleep in anyway. She agreed.
I cleared off the bed, and went to get ready for bed. I usually have to take medication to help me sleep… but I felt that tonight I might need to skip it. It wasn’t going to be a good night without it, but then I wasn’t planning on having a room guest, and therefore I might not want to knock my self out.
Linda decided to sleep in the shorts and shirt I loaned her. That was fine with me. I didn’t blame her for not wanting to be nude in a room with a strange man.
I stripped down to my tighty-whities, and climbed into bed.
Linda climbed into the other bed and got settled. I asked if it was ok to turn off the light, and she said yes.
So I clicked the light off.
About 10 minutes later, I heard Linda moving around in bed. “Everything ok over there?” I asked.
“Frankly, no. Tom… would you mind it if I slept without these shorts on? They are uncomfortable.”
“Um sure… you can do whatever you like,” I replied.
I heard Linda fidget around some, then heard a plop as the shorts hit the floor.
A few minutes went by… some fidgeting again, thought I heard something, but wasn’t sure.
A few more minutes went by… “Tom, are you asleep?” she asked.
“No. I’m not. Not yet.”
I heard some rustling around, then there was a click of the lamp and the light was on. I looked over, and there was Linda, standing at the side of her bed.
“I know…” she started to say, her voice trembling… “that we just met a few hours ago… But could …” she trailed off…
I looked at Linda. Standing there. Stark naked. Beautiful curves. My brain was trying to figure out what her question would be, because I could have made some wild guesses, or even some wild suggestions. Yet I didn’t wan’t to overstep anything.
I decided that the best thing to do, would be to throw back the covers, scoot over, and offer her the spot beside me.
She took my offer and got into bed next to me.
She got in and got in a comfortable position. “Give me your hand,” she commanded. I propped up on my right arm, so I gave her my left. She felt of it a little, then moved it to her left breast. Her hand guided my hand to her breast, and forced it to kneed her breast, tweak her nipple. Linda said in a soft voice… “don’t be gentle.”
This took me back a bit. I was a gentle man. When I was with a woman, I was never rough or abusive. But Linda’s hand was forcing me to kneed her breast on the rough side of things. Then she moved my hand to her other breast, and looked me in the eye… “Suckle me…”
That really made me pause… “Please… baby…”
I leaned over, my left hand still kneading her right breast, and my lips went toward her left breast. “Please suck on it… as hard as you want to.”
I let instinct kick in, and went after her breast. “More, baby, more!!!” she said to me. “Don’t be afraid, you won’t hurt me.”
Wow… was I dreaming? Was this really happening?
“That’s it baby… don’t stop…” Linda moaned.
What happened next really took me back… Her hand that was forcing my left hand to kneed her breast, was now moving my hand down her belly.
I knew where it was going, so I decided to go for it. I dived my hand to where her womanhood lie… I let my fingers feel her, and probe around. In my minds eye, my fingers were relaying their touch image to my brain. I found her clit. I played with her clit hood and labia. Linda automatically separated her legs, and I dived my fingers into her.
Her head arched back as they slid in. She was already damp. I decided to give her my version of the works. I used my thumb and finger and with some searching, managed to pull and finger her clit, getting it hard, masturbating it as someone would a micro penis. Every stroke generated a moan from Linda. I kept at it. Then I maneuvered where I could get my fingers into her vagina better… deeper… Her right hand grabbed my wrist, and tried to force it into her harder than what I could do on my own from that angle.
It didn’t take long…
Linda started to scream. But it was a silent scream. Thank heavens or we would have been kicked out of the room. She was cumming. Yet that was not my signal to stop. I continued. Wave after wave after wave of orgasm. I counted 3 or 4. Linda told me it was closer to 6 or 7. And that she had never cum so hard before. Never with anyone else. And never for that long of an orgasm.
Wow… I thought… Linda got a ride she never expected. It also knocked her out, she was in slumber land. I carefully climbed out of bed to relieve myself, turned off the light from the other switch, and climbed into bed next to Linda. She wore me out, and sleep came easier than I thought it would.