Amy woke and stretched, enjoying the pull of well-used muscles.
They had needed a nap after last night. She smiled remembering. The hike this morning with the other group had been lovely. Since they'd all filled their tickets early, they strolled along the river in the crisp air, enjoying the sounds of the forest and talking quietly. It was a nice morning. So was the afternoon, before they dozed off. She grinned and stretched again.
She had barely walked in the room before Nick had been on her, pushing her against the wall while he stripped her roughly from behind. His hand in the middle of her back pushed her hard into the rough textured paint as he dragged her shirt off her shoulders. She gasped for breath and he yanked her jeans down. She felt his hardness press against her ass, his voice growled in her ear. "Whose bitch are you? Whose pussy am I going to fuck? Say it..."
"Yours Nick, your pussy, your bitch, I'm yours Nick..." she told him over and over, knowing how he loved to hear it, knowing better than to stop as his rough fingers opened her lips and he shoved his massive cock inside her. She groaned as he filled her, slammed her against the wall. One arm circled her hips and pulled them back to him, the other pressed her shoulders hard, held her there. "Your bitch Nick, fuck your bitch, please Nick, fuck your pussy, your bitch Nick, oh fuck yes I'm your bitch Nick."
He drove himself hard into her. She moaned loud as he stretched her open, slid through her tight walls. It felt so good, being able to forget about anything but him. She had no choice but to just feel him, nothing to do but to tell him and absorb the shocks of his hard thrusts. Her breathing was fast and harsh as she talked to him, moaned louder between words, begged him to fuck her. It wasn't long before she was screaming, writhing against the wall. He ground into her again and grunted, strained, his cock deep inside her pulsed and she shook as he came in her. His breath was hoarse in her ear as they leaned there, still.
She smiled as she remembered, and her fingers found herself wet all over again. Nick must have gone on down to the restaurant, or tavern she supposed it was. It was nearing dinner time, so she cleaned up and headed out to find him. The place was quiet as she entered. She spotted Nick sitting with Stanley. Another table of early diners was talking, and the jukebox played classic rock on somebody's quarter. Nick spotted her, smiled, and motioned her to join them.
"Hi sweetness, come here, come here, come and sit down." He pulled the chair next to him back for her. She bent and kissed him lightly as she sat. "How was your nap, my love? Did you sleep well? You looked so lovely when I left, I just couldn't disturb you, lying there, with your hair spread around you." He kissed her again.
She smiled, enjoying his attentions, as always. "Hi Nick. Yes, I slept very well, thank you. Hello Stanley." She smiled across the table and Stanley unaccountable blushed. She wondered what the two of them had been talking about, then had the feeling she didn't want to know.
"Hi Amy." He looked past her and smiled. "Here's Marge now." His eyes held a strange mixture of worry and fire as he looked at his wife.
Amy turned to greet her as she walked around the table to sit beside Stanley, who said, "Hi Marge, sweetheart. What would you ladies like to drink?" He looked back and forth between them, and Amy noticed him start to blush again.
"Just coffee for me, please, Stanley. I need to wake up a bit." Marge asked for the same, looking more relaxed then she used to in their company, although she sent a puzzled look at her husband. Stanley went to the counter to get the coffee. The evening waitress was setting up tables for folks who were starting to wander in for dinner. Amy grabbed a couple of menus from the stand, while Marge watched a group head towards the pool table in back.
"Marge?" Amy smiled as Marge faced her again. "Don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry." She handed Marge a menu and kept the smile from her face as she looked down to read her own. The woman was unlikely to appreciate the thought that she was probably on it.
Dinner was good, as the home cooked meals here generally were. Marge even joined in as the discussion ranged far afield. Amy felt stuffed afterwards, and the folks in back were getting a bit noisy, along with the jukebox. "I think I'll take a walk. Anybody else?" She scooted her chair back.
Nick looked up from his discussion with Stanley, something about sports, of course. "Don't go too far, sweetness. I would hate to lose you to a bear." He smiled at her and pulled her down for a quick kiss.
"I think I'll join you. I need to get out of here for a bit." Marge glanced back at the noise coming from the back and kissed Stanley on the cheek, and then walked out with Amy.
Stanley's eyes followed them out. "You really think coming over tonight is a good idea?"
Nick smiled. "Sure. Nobody will make Marge do anything she doesn't want to do. You watch, I bet she wants to do a whole lot more than you think, or even she thinks."
"I just don't want to ruin what's started here. She's so confused, but opening up, too. I want her to let go and be the woman I glimpse from time to time." Stanley finished his beer and signaled for more drinks for the two of them.
"I think she wants that, too. She just doesn't know how. Let her watch Amy. She's learning to trust Amy, and maybe she's even a bit jealous of her. Let that pull her along, and enjoy the trip. She's a strong woman. She'll find her way to where she wants to go; she just needs to know where the road is."
"Maybe," Stanley was interrupted by a burst of noise from the back of the room as a game ended. Apparently it did not end to the satisfaction of the redhead who cussed loudly at her opponent and headed to the bar. The man waved her off grinned and shook his head and turned to the next game.
Stanley and Nick returned to their conversation, and Nick considered bringing a bottle of wine up to the room later. "I don't want anybody drunk. No blaming it later on the alcohol, but a glass of wine does make things more sociable sometimes. People relax; it gives them something to do with their hands, and something to distract themselves with while they think."
"That's true. Marge likes a glass of red wine from time to time."
"That figures. Amy likes white. I guess we get a bottle of each." The two men were grinning at each other, both growing more eager for the evening. Their eyes turned to the game on the TV up in the corner as the bartender turned it up and conversation drifted back to sports.
They were caught off guard some time later by the arm draped across Nick's shoulders. "Well, aren't you a fine-looking big guy!" The redhead from the pool table slid onto his lap. Her heavily lip-sticked mouth pouted then smiled at him as her eyes wandered over him.
Nick grinned a little and adjusted himself under her. "Why thank you, Red. You aren't so little yourself." He looked straight down her ample cleavage, obviously displayed for the purpose, then looked at Stanley and laughed at the expression on his face. "She is an armful, isn't she Stan?"
