by Purple Hazel
“See,” she emphasized, “the hotel staff will shit themselves when I walk in. And if them coaches ’r out there checking in players before curfew, they’ll fall right in with it. I’ll make it even more irresistible by telling them blokes I’m a Wranglers fan and popped in to meet the players. It’ll be bloody chaos. Just imagine it. A real cluster fuck. Ozzie and Shamiso can go upstairs and have the room to themselves, just like Ozzie’s sayin’. Then after an hour or so, once we’ve raised hell a bit, we’ll call a limo down to pick us up. Head back home. Come get ’er in the morning.”
Neville could just smell a disaster brewing with a crazy idea like this. Still, Rudo made her case effectively, and even the salty talent manager was compelled to relent. He could see the potential of it, from a publicity standpoint.
“Couldn’t a’ drawn it up any better,” observed Ozzie. “Thanks, Rudo. ’N I bet some o’ them coaches ’r fans o’ yers already. We only need ’bout five minutes to slip past ’em ’n we’ll be in the clear. I bet it goes off without a hitch. ’N what’s the downside anyway? You’ll have so many conflicting stories floatin’ around t’morrow, yer fans won’t know what to believe. But if it works out perfect, well, it’s gotta get y’all some good press fer the tour. Wouldn’t ya’ agree?”
It seemed to make more sense when he stated it that way. Free, positive publicity for once? That was far too tempting to pass up. Happy fans swirling around Rudo on the streets of London? Out in front of a concert venue where she’d just performed? And visiting a Megaball team’s hotel to meet the players? Not to mention: these were the notorious and wildly popular Dallas Wranglers they were talking about. He couldn’t have dreamed up a more devious stunt.
“Rudo...Ozzie…?” he sighed. “You convinced me.” Rudo threw an arm around Ozzie’s waist and smiled joyfully. “Only we’ll need to add a few details to this commando mission before we head out. Give me fifteen minutes to rustle up an escort. We’ll need a car for you two kids. And a driver. And a limo for later on. In fact, I believe I’ll have one drive along beside us in case things get dodgy. I’ll be back. You ’n Shamiso finish getting dressed ’n I’ll fetch them security blokes.”
Shamiso, still fixing herself up in the bathroom, was informed of the plan when she came out a few minutes later. And with that, the four prepared themselves for Rudo’s daring escapade. Ozzie and Shamiso were secretly spirited away from the Empire Arena in a limousine using the tunnel underneath. Rudo and Neville casually sauntered out into the humid London night, drawing attention to themselves instantly.
Thus by the time they arrived at the Wranglers’ hotel down the street, they had over a hundred and fifty surprised concert-goers already in tow! Ozzie and Shamiso called Samson’s room to request he meet them at the back door and let them in. Then Samson went over to the lobby to enjoy the chaos created by having a world-famous pop diva holding an impromptu autograph signing party for her adoring fans. The press, just like Rudo had predicted, followed along as well. The hotel staff was overwhelmed—but delighted. It was far more excitement than they’d ever seen on a Saturday night...
* * * *
“Well, here we are, Darlin’,” said Ozzie as he and Shamiso quietly slipped into his empty room. “How do you like it? Pretty fancy huh?” he added with a snicker. This was only a joke of course. He could only assume Shamiso was used to far better accommodations wherever she traveled on tour. Shamiso was gracious as ever, though.
“It’s perfect, Love. Just perfect.” Then she went over to the bed and sat down, patting the mattress and bouncing up and down a bit to test it out. Mattresses still fascinated her, even ten months later after returning from space.
“You know, I had a hard time getting used to beds ever since I got back. How about you? We didn’t have ’em growin’ up in the orphanage. Just little mats to sleep on...laying on a cot...bugs all around...every bleedin’ night in the summer. Then the ship. Them shelves we had, remember?”
Ozzie chuckled. “Sure do.” He came over and sat down next to her, revitalized from their earlier tryst and recovering quickly. Alone in a nice hotel room with his beautiful lover, it wasn’t going to take long for him to become aroused once more.
“We never tried it out in one o’ them things did we?” he then said. “I never saw the point...what with ever-body walkin’ by seein’ our business ya’ know? Same thang with the ’ole athletic center. The Virch was better fer that stuff. Remember the anti-gravity program...floatin’ around inside there makin’ love together? ’N I’d set it up to make it look like we was out in space?”
She certainly remembered that! Practically all she’d thought about, late at night, after rehearsals and concerts.
“Yep. I do. We did other things too, as I recall. Set up movie scenes where we was caught out in the rain? God that was fun. And now here we are...’n all we got is this bed. It’s all made up nice. We’re all alone, too.” They then fell silent a minute as Ozzie put an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. Sitting down on the bed, she almost fell into him he was so big. He was her first. Her only. Her best ever. And now she was going to make love to him again and again—if he was up for it that is.
“So uh...you tired, Love? Wanna lay down?” she asked probingly. Ozzie sighed. Of course he was tired. Body hurt. Throwing hand was most likely damaged. Probably had a broken bone in his left foot from being stepped on. And his head was now swimming from the excitement of scurrying into the hotel through the back door while Samson held it open for them. Samson had been utterly amazed. Thought she was Rudo Love in the flesh! But then Samson handed Ozzie the room card and showed them the stairs. Bidding them goodnight, he’d headed into the lobby to watch the chaos. When they’d told him the real Rudo Love was going to be there he couldn’t resist. He just had to go meet her.
“Lay down? Yeah, I reckon that’d be a good idea,” Ozzie replied to her question. “Just fer a spell, though. I ain’t quite ready to sleep yet...’r you?”
Shamiso giggled. “Fuck no. I want you. I want you bad,” she replied alluringly. How could he argue with that?
Ozzie sighed and laid his head back against the pillow. Shamiso curled up next to him and snuggled a bit, caressing his chest and admiring his muscly pectorals. Then she moved her hand down to his abdomen and eventually his crotch. Ozzie was already becoming aroused. He hummed excitedly as Shamiso felt his bulge and ran her fingers along the shaft of his penis through his trousers. Like she’d hoped, he’d already recovered from their earlier exertions and was responding to her caresses.
Rising up from the bed, gently and slowly, Shamiso then stood up next to him, beginning to remove her clothing. As she did so, she began moving sultrily, writhing and grinding like she was doing some kind of a private striptease for him. Ozzie nodded and grinned with a captivated look on his face.
“You know what, Love?” she asked sexily. Ozzie raised his eyebrows inquisitively. “When I’m up on that stage dancing...like this...out there in front of all those people...you know what I’m thinkin’ about?”
Ozzie raised one eyebrow and shook his head with a pleasant smile.
“You, Sweetie. I’m thinkin’ ’bout you.” Then she pulled down her panties.
Ozzie gulped. He could feel his erection pulsing and growing inside his pants, straining against the material. Shamiso meanwhile turned to face the second bed inside the hotel room and climbed onto it, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her feet now dangling over the edge of the bed and her beautiful, shiny brown bottom raised up, waving at him like a bullfighter’s red muleta. Ozzie quickly rose from the bed to mount her from behind.
Undoing his pants and dropping them to the floor, Ozzie shuffled up to her while he pushed his boxer shorts down to mid-thigh. But as he approached her, he observed with dismay that with their height differential, this might not work very well. He tried bending his knees and thrusting up into her, but it simply wouldn’t do. He had to apologize for the delay as she seemed to be bracing herself for entry.
“Sorry darlin’. Guess I’d better get my pants off if I’m ever gonna do it like this,” he muttered, then he stood up straight to kick off his shoes and step out of his trousers before stripping out of his boxer shorts. Removing his shirt as well, he now sighed with satisfaction and excitement as he stood before her lovely bottom—in nothing but his socks. He was now finally ready to take her from behind.
Shamiso writhed and wiggled seductively throughout, anticipating the initial penetration. She purred and sighed pleasantly; even spit onto her fingertips to use saliva for some extra lubrication. This position was something she’d been dying to try out—ever since Rudo had turned her on to the idea months before...
* * * *
“When you wanna try fucking your guy doggy style, do it like this,” said Rudo to her twin sister one night back in the hotel room months before. At the time, Shamiso had been enjoying ice cream, curled up on her bed talking about sex. Rudo, of course, was quick with the expert advice. She even crawled up onto the bed to demonstrate just how she recommended it being done.
“See, if you try it this way, your man will love it. I mean, they’ll dig it pretty much any way you try it, but this way’s better.” She dangled her feet over the bed, then exhibited all the movements and techniques she suggested.
“First, you need to get on your hands and knees with your ass facing out from the bed. He can stand behind you instead of kneeling on the mattress. This way his back and his legs are right under him and he can support himself better. Gives him more power and velocity. Believe you me, I know what I’m talkin’ about.”
Shamiso wasn’t about to argue with that!
“Now when he enters you...simply clinch your inner thigh muscles and your abdomen like when you’re doing sit-ups,” she said, demonstrating the actions comically, and Shamiso giggled. “This ’ll form a sort of wall that prevents him from driving too deeply. Get it?”
She repeatedly pantomimed how this would look, sending Shamiso into shrills of laughter as she licked her spoon. “Or, if you like, arch your back downwards to allow ’im in further,” she then clarified. “This way you control how deep he goes—yet he feels like he’s in charge of everything else. Trust me, he’ll love it.”
“I’ve had guys fuck me like this before and they’ve really gone to town with it. They can go so much faster—without fatiguing their lower back—and God how they can get you off when they pound your pussy like this. Your orgasms ’ll be so fucking intense, you’ll think you’re gonna pass out. Try it out just like this with your big astronaut next time you get a chance.”
The key, she explained, was in the prolonged pounding and thrusting that a man could accomplish while having the full power of his legs—calves, thighs, buttocks—to give him added support and stamina to maintain a steady rhythm.
“He can drive you fast and hard if he likes. Or...he can slow down and just glide in ’n out...’specially if he’s trying to control his own climax until he gets you off first. ’N that by the way is what they really, really want Babes. Never forget that. It’s what makes ’em feel like a real man. Watchin’ you get off...from their cock jammin’ in ’n outta ya’...boys love that shit. More than anything.” She then flipped over to sit on the hotel bed while she finished the lesson.
“When he’s finally ready to come...you watch...he’ll cry out...he’ll call your name...he’ll even roar like a big jungle cat. That’s when you’ll know he’s truly satisfied. He’ll come away saying you’re the best lay ’eez ever had. Gets ’em every time.” She snickered for a moment then continued.
“Then it’s just a matter of gettin’ ’em to leave. That’s always been the downside for me, anyway...”
* * * *
Of course, the problem with their height differential continued to challenge the two lovers—despite all of Rudo’s thorough instructions. For one thing, Ozzie found he had to spread his legs wider and wider to get just the right angle for entry. Once he made the right adjustments, everything went well, but only for a while.
The next challenge was simply Ozzie’s immense endowment. By spreading wide he could certainly line up perfectly with Shamiso; however, it diminished his balance to stand like that. Worse, when he shoved into her, he didn’t have as much control. No matter how he tried being careful, he couldn’t help causing her to gasp or wince with discomfort. Even as she adapted to his girth and length, he’d inevitably lose balance and shove too far in, catching her off guard. Sure, she tried and tried to do what Rudo had taught her, but unfortunately, it just wasn’t working out.
However, Ozzie was a gentle soul, especially when it came to handling his beautiful lover. He could sense that her grunting and gasping weren’t necessarily expressions of carnal delight. Besides that, he wasn’t very comfortable positioned in that manner. Finally, he pulled out of her and stood up straight, his thighs already starting to burn a bit from the awkward posture he’d been in.
“Baby, I don’t think doin’ it this way is real comfortable for ya’,” he commented, attempting to be totally honest with her. “Ain’t ’specially easy fer me neither, I gotta admit. I’m afraid I’m gonna hurt ya’. How about we try sumpin’ else? That be okay?”
Shamiso sighed in frustration—as well as relief. There were just some things about her wild, free-living sister that she’d never be able to imitate completely...no matter how she tried. This was going to have to be one of them.
“Yeah, you’re right, Love,” she responded, rolling over onto her back. She then giggled to lighten the mood. “It was just somethin’ I wanted to try.” She then raised and walked her feet up his abdomen until her toes were tickling his nipples. “So how about like this? You can lift me up maybe...hold me by the ankles?” Ozzie shrugged his shoulders then gave it a shot, trying to hold her up, spreading her apart, while he aimed his penis for entry. But once he started to slide in, he saw Shamiso’s eyes bugging out. Her cheeks puffed out with her lips pursed like she was suppressing a yelp. Ozzie finally let her back down. His back was starting to strain a bit already anyway.
“Not that great huh?” he chuckled embarrassingly. Shamiso snickered and shook her head.
They then tried propping Shamiso up on some pillows and having Ozzie enter her missionary style. This worked out quite well, actually, but Ozzie was so tall that he had to prop himself up on his hands, otherwise he’d smother her with his chest. He also had a tendency to penetrate too deeply, which would occasionally cause Shamiso to clinch her thighs in an effort to shorten the depth of his thrusts. Ozzie didn’t like how she was reacting and finally pulled out.
“God, I just can’t believe how much trouble we’re havin’,” Ozzie smirked in disbelief. Shamiso was frustrated as well. Here they’d gone to so much trouble getting a hotel room all to themselves, and after eight months without seeing each other, the sex was turning out to be a fiasco. It would have been downright depressing if it weren’t for being perfectly logical given the circumstances. It was Shamiso who observed why this might be occurring.
“Well Crumpet, I guess things were different up in space, weren’t they? You remember, don’t you? The Virch, where we could be weightless? We could go in there and float around for half an hour and take our time, remember? I could get you in—most of the way as I recall—and I thought it was totally groovy. Now we’re having to do it in full Earth gravity and...I guess we gotta figure things out all over again, that’s all.” Ozzie had another take on things however.
“Nah baby, we already done figured this whole thing out, ya’ see? What we did earlier? When we screwed our brains out in the recliner earlier tonight? That worked out damn near perfect, didn’t it? Why don’t we just do that?”
Shamiso was perplexed. “You mean in a chair? Again?” She gazed over to a pair of cushiony high back chairs placed around a small round table for guests to enjoy their morning tea together. It didn’t look like they’d have a prayer of a chance getting comfortable in a cramped piece of furniture like that. But that�
��s not what Ozzie had in mind at all.
“No, not in a chair, Darlin’. I mean tryin’ it in the same position. Me layin’ back...I could prop up on some pillows and you can hop up on top o’ me again. Then you kin ride ’em cowgirl like when we was back at the arena. How about that? Wanna try it out? I bet it’ll work.”
Shamiso began to picture it. Yes, that made perfect sense. Have him lie back again, and let her do all the positioning, angling, and thrusting. Earlier it had been done that way out of necessity, now it was clear they’d inadvertently happened upon the right answer. Best idea of the night was the first one they’d tried.
So that’s the way they did it the rest of the evening! Shamiso found she could accomplish it much the same way as in the recliner, by squatting over his cock, and keeping her feet under her. She could then lean back and place her hands on his big thighs so that the angle of entry limited the depths of penetration. Once she got him as deep as she wanted, she merely needed to grind down on him—or hump fiercely as she neared orgasm. And oh, did she ever. She came so hard and so often the two eventually collapsed in near-exhaustion. Shamiso stroked him off with her hand after she dismounted, bending down and swallowing his come like before.
After that, they snuggled up next to each other, triumphant in what they’d figured out—and accomplished. Sex was now better than they’d ever imagined—and it was something they would share with no one else the rest of their lives—like a wonderful secret between two lifelong companions…
And that’s pretty much the way Samson found them when he finally returned an hour later. He’d stayed down in the lobby until nearly 02:00. It was so much fun! Rudo was full of energy and still hoarse from singing. They sat her down in a lobby waiting area, bracketed by bodyguards while Neville sat in the chair next to her sipping a tonic water with a twist of lime. Rudo and Neville finally bid everyone goodnight around 01:45. Then, they were whisked away in a long, shiny limousine, with nearly a hundred adoring fans crowding around the doorway wishing her well.
