The musty staleness of too many powwows affronted my nose
as I opened the heavy door into the typical chain-hotel convention room. The traditional wrinkled suits with clipboards in hand were replaced by bodies of naked skin lounging in dim candlelight.
As my gaze wandered the subdued room, I noticed the most magnificent male back sitting directly in front of me. Broad muscles under soft flesh told me he wasn’t a young stud obsessed over his body. I liked that. Too much steroid induced testosterone swells the head and creates self centered assholes, in my opinion.
No… this back was strong in a gentle way. Hard real-life work created his physique and the smattering of hair perfected by age was beautiful.
He was stretched out on the two steps that led down into the center of the room, arms flexed under his weight. The chocolate brown leather Stetson proudly crowning his shaved head looked as if it could tell a few stories of its own. The cowboy was nude like everybody else, but not coupled like many of the others.
Another man, I noticed, was lustily watching him, cock in hand and fondling himself intently. That man’s head swayed hopefully to me as I entered the room, but I kept my eyes moving.
Ten gallon hat never turned around to look and it aroused me tremendously. His confidence sauntered across the room and clutched at my breath. I was drawn like a fish to water.
When I moved to kneel behind him and ran my hands across his shoulders, he still didn’t turn around. Just grabbed my wrists and guided my caress to his chest. Downy soft hair threaded between my fingers and he let out a small sigh when I encountered erect nipples.
I kissed the nape of his neck and the tang of his skin flavored my tongue with a spicy sweetness I hadn’t ever tasted before. His magnetism was so deep, I found myself purring as I ran my hands down his stomach.
In a controlled move so swift that I wasn’t aware of how I had gotten there, he had me on his lap, facing the gentleman watching us.
His fingers plunged into my cunt. I was already so wet, they slid easily as he pushed, driving me quickly past typical social boundaries.
He found my breast full and firm and eager to be fondled as his arms snaked over my body. Pulling me back against his chest, he skillfully rolled my nipple between thick thumb and forefinger while he continued to masterfully fuck my pussy with his other hand.
My body molded to his. The warmth and pressure of his arms and chest encasing me felt like a safe cocoon. So snug and secure as he held me tight. The energy exchange was a smooth humming current, steady and constantly flowing.
My orgasm imminent, he cradled his head on my shoulder, lips grazing my ear like a gentle breeze and whispered love words to me.
“You are so soft.”
“Feel your juices flow.”
“Your cunt is perfect.”
“Release for me.”
“Let me take you away.”
“Your breasts are beautiful, your nipples so firm.”
“Come for me.”
“Come for me.”
“Come for me.”
Riding his hand like a bucking bronco, I unintentionally put on a Montana rodeo show for the guy across the room. I was dimly aware that his self flagellation was speeding up, mimicking my cowboys thrusts into my cunt.
My voice filled the air as I climaxed to his steady rhythm of words and flesh. I shouted praises in a language that even I did not understand.
His hand left my nipple and covered my mouth, muffling my streaming words, but not so much as to stifle them. I think he liked hearing me moan. My grunts a cacophony of satisfaction that were testimony to his manhood.
Covered in perspiration, he guided me to my feet. And as he unfolded himself, my gaze moved up his body from his firm erection to his hazel eyes. I noticed he stood a good 5 inches higher than me. “Oh my, you are a tall one!” I blurted, extremely pleased with my choice.
A throaty chuckle rumbled his chest as he pulled me into his arms and grabbed my ass. “And aren’t you more than I expected, ” he countered. “Why don’t we grab a cup of coffee and go find that Jacuzzi everyone is talking about. We can discuss where we’ll go from here.”
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September 1, 2011 at 8:02 pm
Sally
I loved this so much so sexy this is kinda better than porn. You are great at this.
Also whats your name? So I can thank you properly.
September 2, 2011 at 8:02 am
Vineyard Road
Sally.. such praise! Thank you, sweets! I am glad you liked it.
And… my name is Penny … exactly like the American coin, which I was named after, by the way. My Father gave me the name so he would never go broke!
True story.
September 1, 2011 at 8:34 pm
DC
Not sure why I attended this thing I am really more attracted to men than women and most of the guys here were just not having any of it.
But, after Stewart left I decided to push my limits. Who knows maybe some guy would be horny enough to give me a chance. There was this one cowboy who was really tall. He wanted nothing to do with me physically but he did seem to get off on my watching him.
And, shit was he worth watching….The girl was smokin hot. I could of watched them all night.
After they had finished and started to walk away I looked down, I don’t even remember coming and I was still hard as a rock….Now what do I do?
September 2, 2011 at 8:15 am
Vineyard Road
Thank you, DC… for giving the watchers perspective!
Loved that!
I noticed, as Cowboy and I headed to the Jacuzzi, that the guy watching us was looking down at himself in wonderment. His cum was all over his belly and his staff was still standing at full attention, head a purple blue and twitching for more.
Another man with the most gorgeous dark chocolate colored skin brushed my shoulder as Cowboy guided me out the door. It looked like he was headed across the room to our watcher…
September 6, 2011 at 12:39 pm
Trip X
I enjoyed the story so much I had to re-read it. The woman, lost in erotic abandon, satisfying two men at once…such a delicious read.
September 6, 2011 at 12:48 pm
Vineyard Road
Thanks, X!
This was an actual dream I had about a year ago.