“I can’t wait to learn.”
“That’s good, because that’s what the next twenty-four hours are for. Are you ready to go to the next level?”
“Ready and willing.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Two seconds later the buzzer went off and the red light started flashing. Suitcases started piling onto the roundabout. I grabbed Erica’s luggage and we were headed for my pickup truck.
#
We had just pulled onto the freeway when Erica turned towards me.
“So,” she said. “Are you happy to see me?”
“You have no idea,” I said.
Her eyes flicked down to my crotch. My cock was pressing against the denim of my jeans, just as it had been ever since I’d seen her in the airport for the first time.
“Oh,” Erica said. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
I started to blush. I couldn’t help it. Erica had that effect on me.
“Lucky for you I have a cure for your ills,” she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over the middle seat. Before I realized what was happening, she undid my zipper and released my hard cock from it’s denim prison.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Taking care of your little problem for you,” she said.
“Right here?”
“Why not? It’s as good a place as any.”
“No it isn’t,” I said. “It’s a terrible fucking place!”
“Just shut up and concentrate on the road,” Erica said as her head dropped down into my lap. She sucked on the head of my cock for a few seconds before popping it out of her mouth. “I don’t want to die with your cock in my mouth.”
“Then don’t suck it while I’m driving,” I said, but my heart wasn’t into it now that she had actually taken my cock in her mouth. It just felt too good to complain about.
I cast a quick glance down to have a look and saw the top of her head bobbing in my lap. Smiling widely, I returned my eyes to the road, only to notice that I was straddling two lanes while passing cars on either side.
Laughing humorless under my breath, I shook my head and glided over into one lane and let up on the accelerator.
But Erica didn’t. In fact, she turned things up a notch by taking my entire cock in her mouth and holding it there, deepthroating me with ease.
“Holy shit,” I said as Erica ran her hand up my leg and stuck it into my pants and caressed my balls, keeping my cock down her throat the whole time. “You are so fucking good at that.”
She pulled her head off my cock and smiled up at me while taking a moment to catch her breath. “I know,” she said, spitting on my cock and jerking me off. “And this is just the beginning. Just wait until I get you back to the hotel room.”
“I can’t,” I said, veering over into the slow lane. “It’s too far away.”
Erica giggled as I took the next off-ramp into an industrial area. It was empty this time of night. I found a large parking lot and pulled in, not even bothering to park the car correctly.
I had barely shut the engine off and Erica was already scrambling over to my side of the car. Facing me, she straddled my groin, one leg on either side of my body, her skirt hiked up, providing easy access to her pussy.
Looking at me with a playful, sexy little smile on her face, she grabbed ahold of my cock and rubbed the head of it against her pussy, which was still protected by her panties.
After less than half of minute, her cotton panties were completely soaked through. So far, I hadn’t done anything but stared at her face as she did her thing, watching her expression of pure joy as she played with my cock. I was more than content to let her do all the work. And she loved being in control.
Still staring directly at me, her mouth still affixed with a knowing grin, Erica yanked her panties aside, and slid my throbbing cock into her pussy. I let out a little gasp and held my breath while she bit down on her bottom lip and continued to hold my gaze, challenging me to look away.
The first few times we’d been together I probably would have. Back then I was still a little shy and uncomfortable in her presence, even towards the end of our time together. Which was absurd, considering how intimate we’d been with each other, but that didn’t make it any less true. But now, after my escapades in college, I was starting to gain confidence, even around her. So I stared right back at her, not saying anything—I still didn’t feel that comfortable around her—but not looking away.
Erica rode me like a cowgirl, bouncing only on the head of my cock at first but gradually increasing the speed and intensity of her movements until she was taking my entire cock inside her with every thrust. My hands were around her waist but not doing much of anything except for hanging on.
Leaning over, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and started exploring around. I kissed her back, my excitement level rising exponentially. Something about kissing while fucking always drove me crazy.
To counteract this, I brought my hands forward and ran them up under her shirt and grabbed her perky little tits. She let out a little groan of pleasure and started riding me even harder. I replied to her increase in intensity with an increase in pressure, squeezing her tits tightly.
Erica broke off the kiss and adjusted her positioning a little bit, getting her legs beneath her body and putting her feet on the seat. Squatting now, she resumed her bouncing, slamming her body down onto mine now, her ass smacking against the top of my legs loud enough to echo about the inside of the truck.
My fingers made their way to Erica’s nipples, caressing and squeezing and pinching them until they were hard and then rubbing them between my fingers. Her hands were pushing down on my chest, providing her with more leverage to hammer down atop me.
The heavy sounds of breathing and groaning punctuated by the occasional curse word combined with the smells of sweat and sex to create a stifling yet at the same time stimulating atmosphere, propelling me forward, turning me into an animal concerned with one thing and one thing only; increasing my pleasure until I was ready to explode, both literally and figuratively.
And I was rapidly approaching that proverbial point of no return when Erica suddenly and inexplicably slid my cock out of her pussy and lifted herself up off of me and dropped back into the passenger’s seat without so much as a word.
“What the hell was that about?” I said, more loudly than I’d intended. My mind and body were reeling from the shock. My cock was sticking straight up out of my pants and glistening with her pussy juices.
“Why, whatever do you mean?” Erica said, her attempts to sound innocent betrayed by the wide smile on her face and playful yet evil gleam in her eyes.
“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what you did. What I want to know is why you did it? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” she said, still smiling. “Not at all.”
“Then why did you do that?”
“Just to mess with you,” she said, laughing now. “To see how you would react.”
“Well now that you saw, can we please finish?”
“Later,” she said. “After we get to the hotel. Not now.”
“Why not now?”
“Because that’s too easy,” Erica said.
“For you, maybe,” I said.
“Do you think it’s this is easy for me? Stopping right on the verge of orgasm?”
“No,” I said, conceding the point. “I guess not.”
“That’s right,” she said. “It’s no easier for me than it is for you.”
“Then why do it? Why put yourself through that if you don’t have to?”
“Because that’s how you grow,” Erica said. “By putting yourself into uncomfortable situations. It’s good for you.”
“If you say so,” I said as I tried to stuff my cock back into my pants. It was still hard, making the process more difficult than usual.
“Want some help with that?” Erica asked, her mouth turned up in a half-smi
le.
“No, I got it,” I said, completing the process with a careful zip. “You’ve done enough damage for now, thank you very much.”
Erica laughed. “You’re so cute when you try to act angry.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, using every ounce of my energy to keep from smiling. “Now just sit there and keep your hands to yourself until we get to the hotel. I need to concentrate if I’m going to try and drive with all the blood in my body having been diverted to the wrong head.”
I started the engine and began the process of making it back onto the freeway.
#
I was chomping at the bit to get Erica up to the room and continue where we’d left off in the car, but first we had some business to take care of.
First was a stop at a liquor store, where we picked up a case of beer, half a dozen bottles of wine and a small bottle of Jack Daniels. Plus a few things to snack on.
Once that was taken care of, we made our way to the hotel parking lot. I parked the car and we headed towards the lobby. Erica took care of her own bags because I had my hands full with the all the alcohol, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t the kind of girl that needed someone to carry her bags. Which was refreshing as hell.
Behind the check-in counter was a blonde in her mid-twenties. According to the tag on her blouse her name was Tiffany. She was stuffed into the hotel chain’s uniform, her hair was pinned up like a businesswoman and she wore very little makeup. But she was definitely attractive. The uniform couldn’t completely hide her ample breasts and her face was cute and plump. And her smile lit up the room.
“Can I help you?” Tiffany said.
“We’re here to check in,” Erica said.
“The name?”
“It’s under Phillips. Erica.”
At the mention of the name, Tiffany glanced up from the computer screen and looked at Erica with a slightly tilted head. Tiffany had a curious look on her face, like she recognized the name. But she didn’t say anything, and after a moment, she returned her gaze to the screen.
After tapping away at the keyboard for a few seconds, she printed out a piece of paper for Erica to sign and made us a couple of keys. Then she gave us directions to the room. But she spoke quickly, as though nervous about something.
And the look on Erica’s face gave a hint that she saw it too, and perhaps even knew what it was about. She offered Tiffany a little half-smile, not threatening, not condescending, but empathetic, as though she understood exactly what Tiffany was going through.
It wasn’t until after Tiffany was done with her spiel and we’d picked up our belongings in preparation for heading up to the room that she said to Erica, “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“I don’t know,” Erica said in a tone that spoke of possibilities. “Maybe.”
“Have you been in here before?” Tiffany asked.
“Nope.”
“Are you from around here?”
“Nope,” Erica replied.
“Where did you grow up?” Tiffany asked.
“Near Los Angeles.”
“Huh,” Tiffany said, obviously deflated. “I don’t know, then. Maybe I don’t know you. But you seem so familiar.”
“Just because you don’t know me doesn’t mean I’m not familiar,” Erica said, her trademarked knowing smile on her lips. Her gaze lingered on Tiffany for another couple of seconds, then she turned and headed towards the elevator.
“What the hell was that all about?” I asked once the elevator doors closed.
“What?” Erica asked, acting innocent.
“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “All that stuff with the girl at the desk.”
“I was just laying the groundwork.”
“The groundwork for what?”
“For a rendezvous later tonight,” Erica said.
“With Tiffany?” I asked
“No, with the maid,” she said, laughing. “Of course with Tiffany. Who else?”
“What makes you think there’s any chance in hell of that happening?” I asked.
“Oh, I guarantee it’ll happen,” Erica said as the elevator came to a stop on our floor. The doors opened and she started down the hall. “It’s just a matter of when.”
Hurrying to catch up with her, I asked, “And what makes you so sure?”
“Because she recognized me,” Erica said. “And only a certain kind of girl would have recognized me.”
“One who watches porn,” I said.
“One who enjoys porn,” Erica said.
“Fair enough,” I said. “But even if you’re right, what makes you think she’ll be willing to come up and hang out?”
“I just know,” Erica said. “Call it a sixth sense. One that’s always right.”
“Always?” I said.
“Always,” she replied. “In fact, not only will she be willing to hang out, she’ll be willing to go a lot further. Join in, as it were.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Yeah right. Now you’re just being silly.”
“I’m totally serious,” Erica said. “And to take it even further, I won’t even have to be the one that initiates the connection. She’ll be calling us.”
“No fucking way,” I said. “You’re just talking crazy now.”
“Am I?” Erica said.
“Yep,” I said. “There’s nothing but insanity coming out of your mouth.”
“Do you want to bet on it?” she asked as we stopped in front of our room.
“Do I want to bet that we’re going to have a threesome with the girl at the front desk and that she’s going to initiate it? Is that what you’re asking me?”
Erica nodded.
“Hell yes I want to make that bet,” I said. “What’s the prize?”
“Winner gets to do whatever they want to the other without any complaints for one hour. That way, even the loser wins.”
“It’s a deal,” I said.
“Then let’s shake on it,” Erica said. So we did.
“You really think this is going to happen, don’t you?” I said as she slid the key into the slot.
“Oh, I know it is,” Erica replied. “I guarantee it.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said. “I truly do.”
“I know you do,” she said, flashing me a smile and walking into the room. Glancing over her shoulder, she added, “But in the meantime, you’ll just have to settle for me.”
#
Our room was a two-bedroom suite, complete with a jacuzzi tub, double-headed shower, multiple couches and lounge chairs, a wrap-around balcony, fully-stocked wet bar and an 54-inch flatscreen.
“Wow,” I said after following her in and taking a look around.
“Not too bad, huh?”
“Do we really need all this space?”
“Need it?” she replied. “No. But by the end of the weekend we may want it.”
“Why?” I asked, partly tongue-in-cheek. “Are we going to have a party or something?”
“I don’t know. Do you want one?”
I shrugged. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“Neither had I,” Erica said. “But we might as well leave open the possibility, don’t you think? No reason to limit what’s possible.”
“I completely agree,” I said.
“I thought you might,” she said, flashing me a wicked smile. “And even if we end up alone the whole time, this way we have lots of different options instead of just a bed in a normal hotel room.”
“Is that the plan? To desecrate every piece of furniture in the suite?”
“Sounds like a good one to me,” she said, pushing me down onto the couch and immediately straddling me. “In fact, I think we should start right here.”
“I’m down with that,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her.
Erica tilted her head slightly to accept my embrace and kissed me back. We made out gently, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, our hands gradually regaining familiarity with the other’s body.
/> Making out is an underrated form of foreplay, one that is far too often underutilized. Most of the time you’re just in a hurry to get to the nasty stuff, something I’d fallen victim too way too many times, even with Erica. But this time, there was no rush. We had plenty of time to get dirty, so I worked hard to make this first embrace last as long as possible.
Unfortunately my cock had a life of it’s own, and once it got too wound up, it controlled the rest of my body. Especially my hands. The harder my cock got, the more my hands wanted to explore. And at the moment my cock was pushing on the material of my jeans, threatening to poke a hole in them, which meant my hands couldn’t stay still. It wasn’t long before they were lifting Erica’s shirt up over her perfectly-sized, firm, perky tits.
I transferred my mouth to her nipple and started to suck and tickle it with my tongue while she groaned and rode my cock, which was trapped beneath my jeans.
Once Erica’s nipple was hard I nibbled on it for a moment, eliciting a sharp gasp from her, then popped it out of my mouth and switched over to the other, giving it the same treatment.
While I worked on Erica’s nipples, her hands were busy on my pants, deftly unzipping my fly and slipping my cock out through the hole in my boxers.
I returned the favor by sliding my hands down under her skirt and sliding them inside her panties to rub her pussy, which was already soaking wet and ready to go.
We began playing with each other simultaneously, Erica jerking me off while I slipped two fingers inside her pussy.
“I can’t wait to get this hard cock inside me,” Erica said, whispering playfully in my ear while she caressed my cock.
“Well you’re going to have to,” I whispered back.
She pulled her head back and gave me a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, first I’m going to play with you,” I said, grabbing her under the arms and lifting her off of me and onto her feet.
“What the hell is this?” she asked with mock sincerity as I climbed to my feet.
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around and marched her over to a full-length mirror attached to the wall. Without a word, I pushed her up against the mirror, facing it, her ass towards me.
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