One Hit Wonders-Hotel Valdosta

I am back after a lengthy hiatus.  I would love to report that my absence was from some extended hedonistic orgy in a far away tropical land.  But that was not the case.  A little thing called “life” broke in line, stepping in front of this pleasure seeking vixen and I ended up having to do responsible shit…you know, all the crap that has to be done…

When all I wanted, was to be the one getting “done”

During this responsibility-fueled sabbatical, I did quite a bit of thinking.  And reminiscing.  And fantasizing.  And….(you get the drift).  I thought about the gents I’ve written about and the fun times had by all.  I realized that I’d left out some of my favorite stories of the “one-hit-wonders” of my decadent past.

For several years of my career, I traveled.  I traveled from one side of the state to the other, often leaving on a Sunday night…to return home on a Friday.  The money was great, which helped my family.  But the hours were long and I was away from my kids, which was the major downside.  Along the way, I found opportunities to bring them with me and turn my obligatory business trip into a mini-vacation, while I still managed to work.  It was a win-win.

But for the most part, I traveled alone, but rarely did I find myself alone for long.

Early in my career, I went on a business trip with a colleague.  She was training me to take over a region, she had formerly managed.  She could see that I was more than capable of doing the job and left after one day of training…which left me on my own for four days.  It was my first time traveling alone.  It was nice.  I worked hard during the day and then I did whatever I wanted to do at night.  No kids to bathe…no dinners to cook…no husband to fight with.  The first evening, I stayed in my room and ordered room service.  The second evening, I ventured out to the hotel’s lounge and met several interesting people over free wine and appetizers.  On the third night, I went back to the lounge to see my new friends, where I met Alan.  He worked for Target and had just been promoted to a regional position.  He was tall and very muscular, with a shaved head and a devious smile.  We hit it off immediately.

He was charming.  We sat outside by the pool and talked about everything from work to kids to sports to history.  He was a great conversationalist.  I thoroughly enjoyed my time with him.  Around 8:00 that night, he said, “I am going to head back to my room to call my kids and check in on them.  I will be free in about 30 minutes.  Why don’t you come by and we can rent one of those overpriced movies to watch?”

And I thought…okay.  Sounds fun.  I will do the same.  So I called home and talked to everyone.  I emailed my expense report and prepared some items for work the next day when I heard a knock on the door.  It was Alan.

“How about that movie?” he asked.

“Sure. Let’s do it.” I said.

I had no idea he was about to fuck my brains out and ruin me for days afterward.  Really.  No idea.  I honestly thought we would watch a movie.  (My naivety astounds me at times).  

We arrived back at his room as he made a half-hearted attempt to find a movie.  In a fit of frustration, he flung the remote on the bed and said, “There’s nothing I really want to watch, how about you?”

I hadn’t seen anything that interested me either.

“You know what I want to do?” he asked.  “I want to kiss those full lips of yours.  I’ve wanted to all night. May I?”

And then it finally hit me!  OMG.  How silly of me….of course.  He was trying to weave a web of seduction.  My slut brain had been lying dormant and I didn’t detect the signals…but it was only a matter of seconds before I flipped the switch.

“Silly boy.  You don’t have to ask permission.  In fact, I’d rather you didn’t.  Just take what you want.”

That was the nod he needed to proceed.  He was adept and experienced.  Although, I’d opened the door of opportunity (and my thighs) quite wide, he continued on with his seduction.  He massaged every part me as he removed my clothing.  His lips grazed my neck. My ears.  My back.  My breasts.  He took his time and was relentless in how he enticed me with each touch.

His body was amazing.  His large stature and fit physique were a sight to behold, but there was a large scar on his abdomen.  It was where he had been stabbed as a teenager. He was part of a gang and spent a part of his life running with the wrong crowd.  And that just turned me on even more.  I was about to fuck a real bad boy.  I was about to bang a  member of a gang…ha! 

I recall how his mouth felt as he spread me open.  He told me, “You will never forget me.  I will devour this pussy and no one will ever compare.” He’s right, thirteen years later, few have had his talent for oral expression.  I remember hearing myself scream in ecstasy. I remember how his bald head felt in my hands as I held it tightly between my sticky thighs.

He eventually came up for air.  His face glistened with me as he whispered in my ear.  “You liked that, didn’t you?  Now you’re really going to like what I am going to give you.  I am going to fuck you hard.” He pulled my legs on his shoulders and slid himself inside my throbbing cunt.

His cock was fucking huge.  He filled every inch of me and more.  He teased me with his rhythm.  He would pound me hard and fast and then slow and deep.  And he would all but stop, pushing into me until I begged him, truly begged him for more…and then he would fuck me like a wild animal.  This went on for hours.

We fucked all over his hotel room, knocking shit over that got in our way.  He picked me up and fucked me against the bathroom wall, so we could watch it in the mirror.  Then he put me on the bathroom sink, facing the mirror, my knees on the counter with my ass in his face…so I could watch him lap me up.  That was fucking hot.

We got in the shower together and fucked some more.  He told me to suck him clean before we lathered up.  I guess I shocked him with my own oral skills, because he could not hold back any longer.  I will never forget how he grasped the shower rod and almost pulled it down.  He pushed my mouth away and shot his warm seed all over my face.

He lathered my body from head to toe and I reciprocated.  I loved the feel of his skin.  Once we were clean from the ditty deeds we’d done, we got dressed.  He walked me back to my room, made sure I was in and safe, kissed me and returned back to his room.  It was almost 3:00 am.

The next morning we passed each other in the lobby as we made our way to the coffee station.  “Good morning” he said, with that devious smile.  “You look rested.”

“So do you.” I smiled.  “It was great meeting you, Alan.”

And just like that…I turned and walked out to my car, headed to a meeting.  Keep in mind, I could barely walk and my entire body was sore from the night before.  It’s that kind of sore that makes you giggle under your breath.  The feeling that you’ve done something naughty and each movement is a reminder of how well you were handled the night before…

Sigh…

And then I realized…the money is great and the job is fun, but this is definitely a perk of working on the road.

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19 comments

  1. I’m not sure how to describe how excited… how happy I was when I got the notification that you posted! I missed you and your stories so much and I’m thrilled to see you back.

    And I’m a bit speechless after reading… sigh… I need more of that… in my life… 🙂

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    1. Thank you, friend! I was so overwhelmed with all I had to do, that I lost sight of the fun. I’m glad to be back in the “zone” and ready to share more naughty snippets!
      I appreciate your support! You inspire me ❤️
      And we all need more of “that” in our lives!
      Love to you!
      Tess

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  2. i keep a “common place” book. it has many pages – filled with little snippets i have come across over the year. When i went to live with my daughter’s father… He lives on a boat in corfu – i tore out 4 A4 pages – full of old lovers names. I dont know what possessed me. i often wonder if i should start it again – im getting old and i forget names and things so easily now .

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  3. I did enjoy my time on the road. There’s such freedom.
    And by the way…it’s Monday…I do hope you were able to catch up with your little Miss.

    Thank you for stopping by and commenting.

    Enjoy your week…
    Tess

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