Following my experience earlier in the week, I had begun to look at each attractive female that entered our store in a different way. Secretly, I would imagine their clothes falling off, then the act of them presenting themselves to me before both of us worked for a well-deserved orgasm.
A family of 4 came in one day, seemingly the perfect family. Mother, father, young son and older daughter. I managed to turn the conversation towards my own college experience, and learned that she would be attending college...somewhere in Florida, where they were from...the following semester for the first time. She was surprisingly tall for a female, and had a rather thick waist situated between a large chest and ass.
One thing that surprised me the most about the family was the fact that none of them had ever heard of Cheerwine. So I explained the drink to them, then watched as they opened a bottle and tried it. After making a rather large purchase, they left in search of a town about an hour to the north.
After half an hour had passed, the daughter reentered. This allowed me another set of glances at her ample figure. She explained to me that they had all decided to stay in one of the local hotels, a Ramada Inn, and leave the following morning. She grabbed several more bottles of Cheerwine out of the fridge, and paid for them as our flirting began to increase past casual friendlyness. She removed one of our business cards from beside the register, and began writing on it. She slid it to me across the counter, and smiled as she exited.
I waited until she had left to read what she had written. It was a simple set of words and numbers, the message clear. "Ramada Inn, Rm. 302. All to myself."
Not knowing what the evening would lead to, I began to create a false story in my mind in case the message was flawed. A story that relyed on their belief in coincidance and my role at the front desk of the motel. My parents were not expecting me until the morning, as I had told them that I would be meeting some friends at a party and staying the night. However, if for some reason I did show up at home, I could play it off as an unexiting party that I had left very early.
I knocked on the door, not knowing what to expect. She greeted me the same clothes that she had been wearing when I first saw her: jean shorts, and a green t-shirt that was stretched tight across her ample chest. But from the looks of things, she had removed her bra, and her nipples were beginning to show through the fabric.
"Right on time" she said quietly, taking my wrist and pulling me behind her into the room as I shut the door and chained it. She turned around as we reached the foot of the bed, taking my other hand and leaning in. We locked lips, massaging each others tongues and letting our hands explore each others clothed bodies. She broke the kiss, much sooner than I would have liked, and gently pushed me down onto the bed.
"Just make yourself comfortable." I took her advice, and kicked off my flip-flops as she retreated into the bathroom. Glancing around the room, I could tell that she hadn't unpacked much. Her suitcase lay open, yet still organized, and the king sized bed was still made. I ran my hands along the comforter, feeling the rough cover that was typically found in hotel rooms. I heard some stirring, and looked up as she reentered the room.
She had abandoned the shorts for a pink lace thong, complete with furry pink edging. A plain white t-shirt, much tighter than the first, tested the ability of cotton to stretch and conform. She leaned against the doorway and gave me a seductive look before walking the few steps to where I sat and leaning in for another passionate kiss. Stepping back, she watched as I stripped off my maroon polo shirt and pulled off my khaki shorts, both tossed to the side.
My blue boxers were stretched to their limit, a tent hovering over my crotch. A wet spot began to show where a drop of precum was escaping my hole, anxious for what was to come. I used my hands to push back on the bed, my head finding the pillows that were still hidden under the covers.
"Why don't you join me" I said, patting the comforter beside me. She crawled up the bed on her hands and knees, speaking as she moved along.
"I've wanted you from the time I saw you. It's been hard just to keep my hands off of myself thinking about you."
Swinging her leg over me and hovering above my now-obvious erection, still covered, she whispered into my ear.
"I need your cock inside of me."
I dipped my head, my mouth finding her left tit through the cotton. Like a baby, I began sucking at her nipple. I moved to the other side, noticing a wet spot where my saliva had dampened the shirt. She moaned, lowering herself to allow me better access. Briefly taking my mouth off of her, I slid my hands up her sides to remove the shirt and reveal her naked flesh for further pleasure. I pinched her nipple between my fingers as I teased the other with my tongue, eliciting further moans.
Sitting up, she took her own ample breasts into her own hands and massaged them as she turned around and lowered herself back down. I hooked my thumbs into her waistband, and pulled down the last bit of clothing that adorned her body as she did the same to me. Then, I used my hands to hold the back of her thighs and pull her pussy to my mouth. I felt one of her hands wrap around my cock as she planted kisses on the head.
As our position unfolded into the seductive 69, I ran the tip of my tongue between her folds and noticed a sexy strip of hair that adorned her otherwise bare crotch. Moving one of my hands from her leg, I used it to part her lips as I ran my tongue deeper into her vagina. Her muffled moans created a sensational feeling around the top half of my cock that was buried inside of her mouth. I released my hold on her lips, using my index finger to penetrate her as I moved my attention to her clit.
Slowly drawing her clit into my mouth, I began sucking on it as I slowly pulled my finger in and out of her wet pussy. I didn't have much experience in this area, but I had read enough stories to know what I was doing. And by the reaction I was getting, everything that I was doing was working. Sensing that she was on the brink of an orgasm, I began to realize that she was bobbing her head up and down on my dick. Her lips would sink to my rough pubic hair, then rise back up to clean the clear fluid off of my tip.
She briefly pulled completely off of my cock, stroking it with her hand.
