Pt. 41 - I Land in Hotlanta

This is part 41 of my continuing story.

All characters are well over the age of consent.

This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.

Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Enjoy!

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Wrapping up the weekend in Maui...

Abi and I were at the gate ready to head back to Sacramento after a whirlwind weekend trip to Maui.

I had wrapped up the business, legal, and real estate deals for my new business, Global Fertility Partners.

I had gotten Dr. Tina Ward out of the doghouse with the Feds on her money laundering charges, got her Hawaii medical license reinstated, bought a home on the beach and a commercial building to be leased out, and had some serious sex with Abigail, along with a couple of photo shoots (nude ones, the best kind) with her.

Abi had teamed up with my Number One MILF, Leeann, my next-door neighbor, to allow Abi to be her sexual replacement when Leeann was out of town.

Specifically, Abi took care of my desire to enjoy anal sex. Abi enjoyed taking it up the poop shoot, while Leeann had a "no entrance" policy on her rosebud.

Abi enjoyed deepthroating me, Leeann struggled with it. And when it came to swallowing, well, Abi loved it when I unloaded in her mouth or down her throat. Leean didn't like the taste or texture of my man sauce.

So, we had a weekend of photography, sex, gourmet food, and sunshine. I also managed to keep Abi and Tina away from each other. That would have been like matches and gasoline.

Before we boarded the plane, I received a text message from Constance, Leeann's mother. It was unexpected.

"Rick, this is Connie. As you know my husband has not been well for more than a few months. Donald has asked me to reach out to you to come to Atlanta to help him arrange his affairs. He said that even though you have never met, based on what Leeann and my granddaughters have said you are a man that can be trusted. When can you arrive?"

I responded back "I will catch a plane tomorrow afternoon to arrive sometime before midnight."

Marie, the Chief People Officer at The Corporation, managed my travel arrangements.

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I get solicited for career advice...

Sunday night I slept alone. I slept deeply, without dreams. It was the rest I needed.

Monday morning, just back from Maui, was a whirlwind.

I had to pack and prepare for the unknown in Atlanta, plus we were doing a group lunchtime session with all of Abi's colleagues from the surgery center.

I found out when I got to the restaurant that some of the ladies at Abi's facility had invited some ladies from the other surgery centers. Which potentially meant a lot more plaintiffs in a class action lawsuit against the doctors that owned the centers.

I arrived early and greeted each attendee with a handshake and a business card. There were some very fine-looking women in the group. Abi stood next to me welcoming her colleagues; she got a lot of compliments on her tan from the long weekend in Maui. She shared with some of them that her tan was "all over."

The lunch went well, and the ladies in attendance made it clear to me that they were fed up with what was happening financially at their surgery center. Meaning, they were not getting any profits. And slim to none raises.

My plan, which I was able to carry off quite well, was to get each employee to sign up for a fact-finding call or Zoom session with one of my paralegals.

I tried to avoid in=person, face to face sessions because they tended to go long; nothing against the employees, but they were each in need of a place to gripe and I didn't need my paralegals being shrinks for disgruntled employees. Especially when we were doing this on small individual retainers and betting on a large settlement somewhere down the road.

The ladies that were visiting from the other surgery centers approached me as the end lunch ended and we got those future lunch sessions on the calendar. They would oversee the details and get the word out, I just needed to show up.

A few ladies came up to me when I finished speaking, shook my hand, gave me a handwritten note which basically said, "Call me." More tail to chase. It never stops and I am not complaining.

As I was walking out of the banquet room, I was approached by an attractive blonde in a beautiful blue dress. She introduced herself as Kathy, a friend of one of the nurses who was attending the lunch. I shook her hand and asked, "How can I help you?" to which she replied, "When you have some time, I'd like to buy you a meal and get some career advice from you."

I smiled, flattered that someone would be asking me for that kind of advice. I explained that I pushed for time, but I gave her my card, told her I was headed out of town for a few days, but that we could connect over the coming weekend as I planned to be back on Friday or the week that followed. She handed me one of her cards and then she gave me a hug. Unexpected, but most welcomed!

Kathy was not only exceptionally good looking, but she had a body that would stop a speeding locomotive. I thought about her on the long but uneventful plane ride to Georgia.

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Nights and days to remember in Hotlanta...

My plane got into Atlanta late in the evening. Marie, the Chief People Officer of The Corporation, had arranged for a town car and driver for as long as I was there. She'd also made a reservation at The Whitley, a top-tier hotel in Buckhead.

While my plan was taxing to the gate, I checked my text messages and emails. Another batch of ladies asked me to call them. One of them said, "I want what Abi got!" Meaning my cock all weekend long. On Maui.

When I got to baggage claim, I found a slender, blonde beauty standing about 5' 6" tall holding a sign with my name on it. At first, I didn't recognize her, maybe because of the beers I had on the plane, but then, the brain fog disappeared, and I realized that Leeann's mom, Constance, was waiting for me.

It was easy to see where Leeann got her looks and her figure from. Conne was a bit shorter but had the same lithe body accented by shapely runner's legs, larger breasts and even a tighter ass.

Connie has lighter dirty blonde hair than Leeann, with beautiful blue eyes.

I was never able to tell how old she was by sight alone, but I learned that Connie had gotten pregnant in high school and Leeann was born just eight months later. I had estimated that Leeann was in her mid-forties, but I was off by five years, she was approaching her fortieth birthday. Connie shared with me later that she was fifty-five, with her fifty sixth birthday coming up soon.

As I approached her with a smile, Connie dropped the sign and ran into my arms, holding me tightly and whispering, "I'm so glad you're here!" And then the hug turned into her kissing me, first on the side of my face and then, on my lips.

It didn't take her but a second to run her tongue across my lips, then gently pushing her hard tongue into my mouth for a little Frenching.

It was unexpected, but she was a great kisser. And those tits of hers, hidden by a coat holding off the evening chill, had high beams on, her hard nipples poked though my suit jacket, my dress shirt, and my tee shirt.

She held my head in her hands as we kissed. She was hungry for my lips and tongue, and while this was all a surprise, I didn't quit. It took just seconds for her to groan into my mouth, a sound of horniness, a sound of passion, a sound of sexual curiosity.

Remember, I'm just twenty-eight years old. I take Viagra sometimes, on special occasions, like a threesome, but given my testosterone levels, it takes extraordinarily little for me to spring an erection.

And, while I had a furious last five days between Sacramento, Maui, Sacramento and now Atlanta, with a lot of sex but not a lot of sleep, this lady, Connie, was an instant hard on creator. She pushed into my crotch, feeling my erection.

She had the body, the tits, the look, the fragrance, the lips, and the hands to get me hard. And did she know it!

Forget her age. Ignore the fact that she was married. Connie was a lady on the prowl, and I was her prey.

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I was a bit taken back by the aggressive nature of Connie's greeting but when in Rome, right?

It was certainly one of those, "don't ask, don't tell" situations. Meaning, I doubt if my girlfriend Leeann would approve of her mother Frenching me in the baggage claim of Hartsfield International. In fact, she'd be so upset that she'd take a gun filled with buckshot to me!

As our kiss ended, Connie whispered to me, "Now that we've got that out of the way..." with a smile.

I replied with, "Are all the ladies from Georgia this friendly?"

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I know what you are thinking. This guy's morals have gone straight into the toilet.

Not really. I didn't pursue Connie.

I'd been around a lot of women since taking my massage certification classes and while I loved and respected all of them, Connie was a strong example of how a woman could look if she took care of herself.

I suppose I could have pushed her away and caused a scene, but I decided to simply go with the flow. This was a woman whose husband was dying, and she was alone. I also figured out that she was scared about everything. The life she had led was going to change, and drastically.

I was there for a reason, I needed to be her rock.

So, I quickly decided to simply go with the flow and see where it went. If she wanted to kiss me like a lover, I was going to be an active participant in the process. We'd figure the rest out as we went along.

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In the limo ride from the airport to the hotel, she was all over me. Kisses, whispering, roving hands, soft caresses, and plenty of encouragement for me to explore her tight body.

It was a forty-five-minute drive, and during that time, my hands did an outstanding job of separating Connie from most of her clothes. We had full privacy in the back of the limo.

She'd taken off her overcoat before we got in and my first step was to unzip her tight white blouse from her neck to her belly. She wasn't wearing a bra which meant that I was able to slip my hands inside and caresses her magnificent breasts and those large nipples.

Her long nipples were highly responsive to my touch, my teasing, my tugging and my lips and tongue. Conne continued to groan at the attention I was giving her.

As I suckled her breasts, Connie ran her fingers through my hair and my right hand found its way under her black skirt. She encouraged me to explore with her whispers and I ran my hand up her silk thigh highs to her bare taut ass discovering that she wasn't wearing any panties!

She loved my hand on her ass, and when I spanked her, she laughed. As my hand moved around to the front, I found out that she was all natural, possessing a thick hairy bush. As my fingers slowly worked through the mat, I felt a bit of dampness!

"Do you like this?" I asked her as my thumb found her love button.

Connie kissed me, again and then pulling away, replied, "I love your hands on me but if I come, I can't get out of the limo at the hotel because I'm going to gush!"

Instead of playing with her pussy I stopped and cupped her hairy nest as she spread her legs as far as her pencil skirt allowed.

"It's all for you, Rick. You can have me in any way at any time you want."

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It goes without saying that Connie got me hard. Extremely hard, uncomfortably so.

While I was satisfying her, her small hands found their way to my erection and she whispered that she knew I needed help and could she please, pretty please, suck me off?

As much as I wanted to pleasure me, I held off and simply pulled her up on my lap so she could grind me while we made out.

When we got close to the hotel, Connie lowered the window and told the driver to circle the block while she checked her make-up.

What she really needed to do was straighten her clothes and I needed my cock to shrink back to normal or semi-normal before exiting and heading into the lobby without scaring anyone.

I tipped the driver $100, reminded him of confidentiality and discretion and asked him to be back at 7am the next day.

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I knew that it was going to be a long night. Turned out I worked damn hard during the day and fucked Connie all night long, all week long.

My next story will recap how I did the job a dying man asked me to do all the while I was shacking up with his neglected but gorgeous and very horny wife.

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Rick Valencia will be back soon.