by T. S. Hill
“I’m ready for that!”, Lori replied
After quick showers, we changed clothes, and once again, gathered up our soiled garments for the laundry. Leaving the file box and camera in the room, we headed first to the laundry.
We found a little coin laundry several blocks away that was deserted, and fortunately had a change machine. While Lori sorted out the laundry into different batches, I peeked in all the machines, and found sixty-five cents in loose change. Lori teased me and asked was that going to be my new profession in retirement; laundromat scavenger. Once the machines were loaded and running we went to the back of the facility where a folding counter was provided. Standing at the counter, we faced toward the front of the store, and chatted a while.
After we had switched all of the clothes over to clothes dryers, Lori hopped up on the counter to sit facing me, and her dress accidentally hiked up. I could readily see that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Mocking a deep southern accent, I addressed her, “Why Miss Lori, I do declare, heah and now, that you’re not wearing any!”
Lori caught the mood and answered back in her best mock southern belle voice, “Why Sir! How perfectly gentlemanly of you to point that out! I shall correct that matter just as soon as I shall return to my domicile.”
“Oh please, don’t cover such a sweet flower of the south!”, I played back. “Its sweet scent inspires me to perform deeds of valor and honor! Would that I should someday taste its sweet nectar. I would forfeit my life, if need be, for one such touch of it to my tongue.”
“Sir you do indeed flatter me beyond my just deserves. It would indeed be my honor, and rich experience, to know that you did so sup, and took any measure of pleasure in my humble offerings. My garden is simple and that of a farmer’s daughter, and would always find a gift of song, or otherwise, from your lips, to be complimentary. While I have provided ample entertainment for you this morning, I have yet to find a distraction of my own. Perhaps you will find in your repertoire, an entertainment which you can deliver to me, in my little sweet garden, which you find so fragrant. A song perhaps?”
“Alas Miss Lori! I am not gifted with voice, sufficient to accommodate musical notes, but dare I say, that in the midst of your garden, I will be inspired to create with my lips and tongue, sufficient tricks and applications that will more than satisfy your desires for entertainment.”
Lori replied, “Then kind sir, do enter my garden with such talents as you may possess, and ply the arts of your tongue and lips to charm and entertain me, so that when you shall have parted, I will miss you for days afterwards.”
And with that, she spread her legs, pulling the front of her dress up above her pussy and inching forward until it was just over the edge of the counter. I looked into her eyes and they held a devilish look of anticipation.
Evidently, she had some heat left over from the library, and maybe our formal word play had added to it. I quickly glanced around the laundry and no one else had entered. I leaned forward and tenderly kissed her southern lips.
“My lips do your bidding, and my tongue is at your command my queen!”, I said to her, and then lowered myself to my knees, and began kissing the inside of her thighs, alternating between them, and working my way toward her vaginal entrance. When I reached it, I nibbled and kissed at her lips and thrust my tongue between them, licking from the bottom up, gathering her sweet juices on my tongue.
Lori lowered the skirt of her dress over my head, and leaned back on her elbows, spreading her beautiful legs even wider, allowing me full access to her now wet pussy. I toyed with her inner and outer lips, and plunged my tongue deeply into her vaginal opening. Then as I began teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, she began to moan and arched her hips upward, giving me full access to her wonderful pussy and clit.
When she moved her right hand to hold the back of my head, I began earnestly concentrating on her erect clit, swirling my lips around it, and flipping it back and forth with the tip of my tongue. As I continued, her breathing grew rapid, and she began heavily panting.
To keep from loudly crying out, she began climaxing with her lips pressed tightly together, and moaned softly. Then, as her orgasm waned, I lightened the pressure of my tongue against her clit, and refocused my attention to her pussy’s lips. She pulled the dress skirt back from over my head and place her hands on either side of my head, pulling me upward as she looked into my eyes. I arose from my knees and we kissed deeply, with her juices from my mouth smearing across both of our faces. Our arms were wrapped around each other and we held that pose for several minutes before we gradually released each other.
Upon opening my eyes, the first thing I saw, over Lori’s shoulder, was a little stout Mexican woman, sitting in one of the chairs near the front. I could see the busy lights burning on the top of one of the washers near her, and assumed that she had come in and started laundry while we were distracted with each other.
She looked at me and smiling, waved. I couldn’t help but smile back at her. “We’ve got company I whispered into Lori’s ear. Lori turned and looked at the senora, and she smiled and waved at Lori. Lori lifted her hand from the counter and waved back, then turning back to me, she widened her eyes and said, “Oops! Do you think she knows?”
“I hope not!”, I quipped back. Just then the dryers began buzzing their alert of completed cycles. Checking the clothes, we found them all dry, and we hurriedly folded and stacked our garments.
As we passed the Mexican lady on our way out, we smiled and waved. The stubby little lady smiled big at me and said, “Si permaneces hambriento, usted me puede ayudar. No estoy casado.”
When I told Lori that I didn’t have a clue what the Mexican lady said, she replied, “Well spending summers on my grandparents Texas ranch, I learned a little Castilian. What she said was, “If you remain hungry, you can help me. I'm not married.”
I looked at the little woman and simply said, “Pervertido!” She flipped me a bird and we went out the door.
“I thought that you didn’t speak Spanish?”, Lori spurted at me.
“I thought that I didn’t either, but it turns out that I do!”, I replied.
“You didn’t want me to know what she said!”, Lori said amidst her giggles.
“C’mon, pervertido!”, I told her, we have a computadora to buy!”
Our trip to Real-Mart was uneventful. I found a suitable laptop, and a sixty-four gig microchip that should hold all of the documents that I had, and still have room for a bus load more.
“Memory is like ammo.”, I told Lorie. “You can’t ever have too much.” Me and my big mouth. Not only did we already have almost a thousand rounds, but that comment triggered Lori to insist on buying another six boxes of forty-fives. Now we had almost thirteen hundred rounds. “Whose army are we planning on taking on?”, I rhetorically asked her.
“The SOB’s!”, she simply replied. I couldn’t imagine how many days a fire fight would last where two shooters would exhaust over twelve hundred rounds. But as absurd as the purchase seemed, I had already learned to not ignore her woman’s intuition.
Arriving back at the hotel, I began sorting documents into relevant stacks all over the bed. Lori ordered us a late lunch from room service, and then set about setting up the new laptop and connecting us to the hotel Wi-Fi.
An hour into the process, Lori was finished with her tasks, and lunch arrived, so I took a break from sorting documents. When we sat down for our lunch of grilled salmon, artichoke hearts, and asparagus. We both passed on the asparagus. Lori said the she only ate it when it was picked fresh in the spring.
“That’s when it’s the best.”, she told me. “It’s a sacrifice to eat it, even in the spring, because it makes your pee absolutely stink!” I laughed when she said that, but then she added, “You better by pass on it too Cowboy, if you want another blow job anytime soon, because it makes you’re cum totally putrid! I mean, “make the girl gag” putrid!” Using my knife, I pushed the asparagus completely off
my plate. Lori giggled, and said, “I guess that means that my blow jobs are worth coming back for seconds?”
I grinned at her and said, “I’ll take another helping anytime that I can get it!” She giggled again.
When we had finished with lunch, Lori cleared the table and set the computer back up. “So, what do you think about it?”, I asked her.
“I like it Cowboy!”, she responded. Got plenty of ram, hard drive storage, high resolution screen, good email software as well as word processing, photo, and video processing. I got rid of the crap web browser though, and downloaded something that works better, and that protects your privacy too. Good anti -virus software; and I replaced the firewall software with something better.
All that’s left is to tweak the registry and stop some of that auto boot crap the manufacturer gets paid to include. That crap just clutters up your ram and hard drive. Then I want to get everything working good between the digi-cam and the laptop. I’ve already been reading and tinkering with the camera, and this is going to be an awesome setup.
“Hah! I had no idea that I had a computer geek on my hands! Good! Now I won’t have to do all of that. You’re turning out to be a pretty good partner Lori Parsons. I may just have to keep you around!”
“You’d better keep me around, Cowboy! If you try to get rid of me, I may just file a sexual discrimination complaint against you.”, she teased at me.
“How would that be sexual discrimination?”, I asked.
“Because if you got rid of me, you would definitely be discriminating against sex!”, she fired back. I broke out laughing.
“I’ve got to agree one hundred percent with that!”, I said, while getting up from the table. “I’ve got maybe another thirty minutes more of sorting to do, and then I’ll be ready to start photographing the documents.”
“I should be finished with my end by then.”, Lori answered.
“If you get finished before I do, can you set up the tripod and camera by the table?”
“No problem.”
When I returned to the dining and lounge area of the suite, it had been more like an hour, instead of thirty minutes, and Lori had the digi-cam and tripod set up perfectly over the table to begin photographing the documents. I brought them in from the bed room, stack by stack, and we photographed close up documents for the next three and a half hours. By then, we were growing weary of the task, and I proposed a change of scenery.
“What do you say that we take a walk around the block to that little open-air café near the common’s area, and get a light dinner, and then visit the ice cream shop that’s what, two doors down from there? Then we can sit around the commons and eat the ice cream before we come back here.”
“I like that plan Cowboy, but! I’m thinking about what you said about being spotted by someone from the library, or maybe even titty girl herself.”
“You’ve got a point Sweetheart, but for some reason, I’m feeling that maybe we really don’t have anything to worry about there.”
“What?”, she exclaimed. “Cowboy, I broke the girls nose. I knocked her out. We left her laying in the floor of that conference room, with her blouse open, giant titties exposed, her skirt pulled up around her waist with no panties, and cum in her mouth and all over her face! I strode through the lobby with everyone gawking at torn red panties hanging around my boot! Why wouldn’t we have anything to worry about?”
“I think the girl was affected just like I was. I couldn’t stop myself. Anything that happened, happened. I should have stopped and couldn’t. I would have to take the consequences of whatever the outcome was. I think she was somehow psycho-hypnotized by her sexual drive and couldn’t stop herself any more than I could. I don’t think that she will make an issue of anything that happened as a result of her failure, or inability, to stop.”
“Well, I’m just not seeing this that way. I could have stopped, I just didn’t want to.”
“At the end of the day, Lori, what’s the difference?”
“Good point.”
“Let me ask you something. That first morning in the barn loft, when you dropped your dress, and my towel fell away, and I embraced you from behind, and you asked was I going to rape you, and I said no, then you flipped me down in the hay and straddled me. Once you straddled me and started rubbing your pussy up and down against my belly, could you have stopped, at any point after that?”
“Sure, Cowboy, I could have stopped then or anywhere aft… Aw fuck! Hell no, I couldn’t have stopped. I didn’t! I couldn’t!”
“Thank you! I don’t feel quite so fucking guilty now!”
“What is it exactly that you are feeling guilty about Cowboy?”
“Can we leave now and talk about this later? I’m committed to talking with you about this, but I’ve got to get to the right place with myself first, and self-analyze it all a little more first. Is that okay with you?”
“Quite alright!”, Lori answered. “I haven’t even started to self-analyze that event. I’ve got some soul searching to do too. I think we, of course, should work through this together, but maybe we just aren’t quite ready to engage it all in one giant package yet?”
“I think that’s right on target.”, I said. “Anyway, my original point was, is, that I think that library girl is probably thinking about what happened in the same way we are. Getting her nose broke and being knocked out? Just collateral damages.”
“There is one thing about that situation that I wish we had handled differently though, besides my popping titty girl in the face.”
“What’s that, Lori?”
“I wish we had set up the digi cam and recorded the whole thing. It could prove what happened. Just in case there’s any problem that comes out of it.”
“Yeah, and it might have helped us figure out why we went as far as we did. I doubt it, but who knows? It would have shown you whopping that girl though.”
“Hell, she was the one that interrupted us! She needed whopping! Maybe we should record our next love making session, so we can figure out why we are doing what we do?”
“I know why we do what we do! And, I think that you do too.”, I replied.
“Hmm. It still might not hurt to have a look at it.”, Lori replied with a mischievous look in her eyes.
“It could be fun.”, I offered
“Definitely! But you know, I’d give a dollar to see her face when you popped that cum load all over it.”
“I saw that.”
“What did it look like?”
“A cum load hitting her in the face.”, I stated rather flatly.
“Ah come on cowboy!”, she cajoled.
“Really! It looked like a cum load hitting her face.”
“I mean what was her expression?’
“I don’t know. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, real wide. Then when that evidently didn’t work for her, she tilted her head back even further. That seemed to work for her, because that third surge of cum dropped right in there.”
“The next load of splooge landed just on the edge of her mouth, on her tongue, lips, and chin. Then I think she tried to swallow it, because the next surge landed across her lips and chin. She was busy trying to lick that up when you popped her in the nose. At some point in there, I remember her sounding like she was getting choked. But I checked her afterwards and she was breathing okay then.”
“So, she welcomed it then. She actually got pleasure from having that cum load in her face. Cowboy, I think you’re probably right, with what you were saying, about the girl couldn’t stop herself.”
“Yeah, I think I am too.”
“Damn! Cowboy, you cum a lot!” I shrugged my shoulders.
“What can I say? You ready to eat?”
“Let’s go.”
We were out of the hotel, and half way around the block when Lori asked me, “While we were in that room in the library, did titty girl have an orgasm?”
“I don’t think so Lori, but do you really want to know that?”
“Maybe not, but hell yes I do!”
“I saw no evidence of her having an orgasm, but I don’t know what may have happened in her mind after she was unconscious.”, I replied.
“Well, if it was after I knocked her ass out, then I don’t care, because she wouldn’t have known anything about it anyway!”, Lori piped back to me. I didn’t want to touch that, and didn’t comment at all. In fact, neither of us spoke again until we reached the little sidewalk café.
We had a delightful meal of light sandwiches, side relishes, and chips, all washed down with our habitual bottled water. During our meal, we were entertained by watching a teenaged couple, a few tables over from us, obviously out on a date, and performing the ritual dances of trying to impress each other, without being obvious. In between these, meant to be subtle, overtures, physical clues emerged to tell us the story of how well their courting ritual was really going.
“He ain’t getting laid tonight.”, Lori said just after the couple had walked away from earshot.
“Nope.”, I chimed in. “But I’d give him even odds for tomorrow night. And probably seventy five percent for the next night.”
“Unless she starts her period.”, Lori responded.
“Even then I’d give him a pretty good chance of either getting a blow job, or a piece of ass.”, I replied.
“Blow job, maybe.”, Lori speculated. “She’s to yuppie to be ready, just yet, to take it up the ass though.”
“How can you tell?”, I asked.
“The shoes.”, Lori responded in a self-assured tone.
“What kind of shoes did she have on?”
“Men! If you had noticed that, then you would have known what I know!”, she chastised me.
“Well, what kind of shoes were they?”
“They weren’t fucking cowboy boots! That’s all you need to know right now Cowboy! If I tell you too much, you could become dangerous.”
“Does that have something to do with that library girl being so mesmerized with me?”
“Like I said, you could become dangerous.”
“How do you know that I wasn’t already dangerous before you met me?”
