We were lying on a bed in the motel room, when Annie decided to taste my cock just one more time. I was on my back, so she lay her left ear on my tummy and slowly took me, still wet from our last incredible fuck, into her mouth. She licked around the head then eased it in, savoring the smell and the taste. I love the way she lets out those little moans. She started moving up and down my fully rejuvenated shaft, her cheek rubbing against my pubic hair, when she suddenly stopped, turned her head towards me and said, "Your stomach just said something."
Now you know how embarrassing a gurgling stomach is during sex, so I muttered sheepishly, "It's just rumbling; I must be a little hungry." Attempting to divert her from my discomfort, I then suggested we go to lunch, recognizing when a woman comments on your stomach noises the chances of a consummated blowjob have dimmed considerably.
"No", she insisted, "It clearly said 'Aptech'. What is Aptech?"
I informed her that perhaps my stomach gurgled a sound that approached the word Aptech, but stomachs do not talk. I then told her the only Aptech I knew of was a small software company. I figured at that point that demonstrating some knowledge might divert her from the stomach issue. No luck there.
"Fred owes me a favor for that last episode he had with that red-haired Bimbo." She mused thoughtfully, obviously forgetting that she was in a motel room with me, not Fred. In any event, my stomach and I momentarily became room ornaments as she pondered the great mystery of "Aptech". Then she suddenly kissed me, dressed and left the room, leaving me naked with Mr. Softee and memories of what could have been. I dressed and trudged back to work.