We passed over the Bay Bridge into San Francisco, and it was sunny and windy.
ever knew the Bay was so blue and the bridge that pretty. The skyline of the city it really spectacular. It seems like I'm noticing things more than I did before. I wonder if that's because I'm so happy, so in love, and with John. I'm pretty sure it is
John obviously knew the city and pointed out things on the way to wherever it was we were going. I loved the smell of coffee as we passed by the Folger's place.
Coffee sure smells a lot better than it tastes. Maybe I'll like it when I'm older.
We passed all sorts of interesting and historical places, and John seemed to know all about them. We got off the freeway at Van Ness, and John told me what all the big old granite buildings were: City Hall, Federal Building, War Memorial Opera House, etc. Then we turned off onto Lombard Street, and after a couple of blocks it turned into a one-way street made of bricks, was narrow and steeply downhill, and had more turns than I had ever seen! John said the street was very famous and he thought I'd like it. I liked it so much that I had him go around the block so we could go down it again.
He sure knows a lot of neat places to go and things to do. I know he's trying to entertain me, but he seems to enjoy these things, too. I'd really like to be entertained with a nice kiss. I'm overdue.
We drove up some really steep hills to the top of what John called Nob Hill. There were some fancy looking hotels and a big old church called Grace Cathedral. I noticed the Mark Hopkins Hotel (I'd heard of that), and we pulled in to the Fairmont Hotel. There were a bunch of limos and other fancy cars parked at the entrance, and our Lexus seemed kind of puny in comparison.
We stopped under the canopy with a red carpet, and there was a very large black man dressed up like an important military officer in an old movie standing there. He was really huge, and he had on a hat that made him seem even taller. He had a big smile and opened my door for me. He said to John, 'Good morning, Doctor. Nice to see you again. Good morning, Miss.'
I never heard anyone call John 'Doctor' before. I guess this place is too classy for him to call me 'Honey' like everybody else does
. John said, 'Hello, Granger, our luggage is in the trunk,' and tossed him the keys to the car. Mr Granger ushered us into the place like we were visiting royalty.
The lobby of the Fairmont was about twice the size of my school gymnasium and definitely the most elegant place I'd ever seen. Groupings of easy chairs and couches all over, a big fountain, beautiful potted plants, tables that looked like antiques, and all the men wearing suits and the women in dressy clothes. Some of the women even wore furs. I guessed they hadn't heard that furs weren't politically correct.
There's no way I'd wear some poor dead animal.
Even though there were lots of people sitting, walking, and talking the whole place was very quiet. I guessed the furnishings and thick carpeting had something to do with that.
John led me to a nice easy chair and told me to wait there while he registered at the desk. I told him I really didn't think I belonged in a place like that. He laughed and said, 'Diane, you're the best looking woman in the place, and I'm the envy of every man because of it. This is our fairy tale, remember? We deserve the best, we can afford the best, and this is it. The trick to a place like this is to act like you own the joint. I'll be back in five minutes. Don't wander off, and don't forget that I love you.' He kissed me on the cheek and walked over to the registration desk just like he owned the joint. I amused myself by watching the elegantly dressed people, and trying to act like I owned the joint. That was hard to do.
I bet none of these women get made love to as much as I do.
Outside, I could see Mr. Granger supervising while a little guy in a uniform with a really dumb hat took our luggage out of the trunk and put it on a kind of platform on wheels. Another guy got into the Lexus and drove off with a screech of the tires. The little guy with the dumb hat wheeled the luggage in, and I wasn't sure what to do. I walked over and told him those things were ours, and he asked if 'the gentleman' was here. I told him that he was, and we waited until John finished registering and came over. I started to pick up one of the suitcases, but John told me to let the bellman take care of it.
'Bellman' I guess that's what this guy is called. I'll bet he hates to put on that dumb uniform, expecially the hat. It's almost as bad as what I have to wear to school. At least I don't have to wear a stupid hat. I guess he's going to bring the suitcases on that cart thing.
John, the bellman, I and our luggage rode a huge brass elevator with mirrored walls up to the 19th floor, the highest above ground I'd ever been. John said the 19th floor was eighteen stories above ground, because hotels don't have 13th floors. Neither did hospitals. I said I thought that was a silly supersitition, and he said it wasn't my hotel, so I'd have to put up with it. I couldn't argue with that.
We went down a wide carpeted corridor that was quiet like a tomb and stopped at room 1904. The bellman opened the door, handed John the card, and ushered us into what looked more like an elegant living room than a hotel room. I wondered where the bed was but didn't ask. The guy hung up the garment bag, put the suitcases on racks, and sort of fussed around opening the drapes and things. He opened a door and showed John where the bedroom was and seemed to be proud that he could find it.
I sure wish he would get it over with and get out of here. I need my kiss. In fact, I think I need a lot more than a kiss.
John helped me out of my coat and put it over a chair while the bellman was fooling around. When the guy was finally finished, John handed him five dollars and he went out the door. I thought that was a lot of money for about five minutes of hardly any work at all.
By the time John had closed and locked the door, I was in the bedroom and had taken off my jacket, torn my sweater off over my head, removed my boots, and was unzipping my pants. He came in to find me naked to the waist and getting nakeder and came over to take me in his arms. We had a passionate kiss, and I got him out of his jacket and started on his shirt buttons without our mouths parting. We didn't say a word, but we each got out of our own clothes as fast as possible, and I would have been naked first except for a delay with the darned panty hose.
John pulled the bedspread and covers down and took me into his arms for another kiss, naked this time. Then he picked me up like I was a doll, sort of tossed me onto the bed, and we were in each other's arms, legs and tongues intertwined.
Mmmmmmmmmm I'll bet we were naked in bed before the bellguy even got to the elevator. I wonder if he knew what we were going to do the moment he left. I don't care, I just want John to make love to me. It's been four or five hours since I've been fu...... made love to, and that's about as long as I can go, unless I'm asleep. I wonder if there's something wrong with me, wanting it so much. Well, John seems to want it just as much as I do. I hope he isn't going to do that forestuff. I want big, warm Herman inside me right now.
He slid his hand over my breasts, down my tummy, and I eagerly spread my legs as his hand neared my pussy. Then he stopped everything and said, 'What the hell is this?' I looked down, and he was holding the little pad of Kleenex I had made to keep Vaseline from getting on my clothes. It had stayed stuck in my crotch when I ripped my panties off. I just snatched it out of his hand, tossed it on the floor, pulled his mouth to mine, and whispered, 'Later. Kiss. Make love to me, Darling.'
As John's finger explored inside my vagina, I found Herman with my hand and was delighted to find that he seemed to be very interested in getting inside me. I said, 'Dooooo meeeeee,' into John's jouth and tried to pull him on top of me. He cooperated, and in a few seconds I was guiding his penis into my waiting pussy. Herman entered me slowly, hotly, and completely. I could feel the walls of my pussy opening for him and then gripping his warm hardness.
