It was noise that woke me up, the noise of big jets flying low over the hotel coming into the San Antonio airport. The half light of early sunrise lit the room. Louie was already up, in the bath. The door was open and I could hear him urinating a strong long piss that probably drained a quart of liquid from his body. When he came back to bed, he noticed that I was awake.
"Are you OK today?" he asked.
"Yeah, well pretty much...get me a glass of water."
Next thing Louie carried the water over, took a sip himself, then handed it to me. It cleansed my dry mouth as I drank a big gulp.
"You snored like a whore," he said.
I turned and covered my head.
"You were lit last night, and you did me right."
The huge hotel pillows were a nice buffer from his nonsense.
"Back from a deep sleep, you have a schedule to keep."
Thinking about it, it was an unusual habit. Louie rhymed in the morning - yes rhymed in the morning - and that was the only way he'd speak. He would chant, sing in rhymes, typically corny rhymes, not high quality poetry. Or maybe change the words to songs to reflect the way he felt. He did it every day, probably still doing it now. Louie sat across the king sized bed, leaned toward me, and put his hand on my face.
"The Texas sky is blue, and your eyes are too."
And then he started singing that crappy theme 'The eyes of Texas are upon you...' I covered my ears.
"Spoon with me dear, I'll chew on your ear."
So we cuddled, snuggled and we spooned. The clock read 6:36, which was about right for us considering that Texas is time wise behind Ohio. Louie ran his fingers across my fanny, and then caressed my vagina. He fingered me, slowly, easily, as I lay facing away from him. Once I moistened up he took some of my juices and rubbed them on his penis. We had been starting our days this way for years. He claimed my hormones made him hard, and once hard, he would gently work his stiff penis into me, sometimes when I was still half asleep. That morning, as always, it was relaxing. He did all the pumping, I just lay there. Louie was long enough for me to get full penetration from the spooning position. But he could never climax, not that way. We'd do the comfortable spoon for as long as he felt like it, and a half hour was not uncommon. And we'd talk.
"So" he said, "am I going to be the spectator while you work today?" Louie reached his hand across my stomach and his middle finger found my clitoris. He began massaging me there as he screwed me from behind.
"No. There are things...oh that feels good....god, so good...yeah things I have to do to show the company that I am here on business...go up and down on it... there...that's so good...Lamar will be cool with it. I've spent a lot of time with him at company meetings, we're friends."
"A lot of time. Does that mean that you fucked him?"
As Louie asked that he started pumping at a more active pace.
"No, never. Lamar is...not that way. I mean we'd hang out and drink after work conferences....keep rubbing me there...and he likes me to...he tells me to...flash when we're out. He's harmless, you'll see."
"Have you sucked his cock?"
"No...I've never touched him...not even a kiss. But he's fun to be with...we once... years ago... played a game in Nashville after an insurance convention."
"What do you mean, a game?"
"We planned it...for fun. Some hotel bar that had red, white or pink wine....we'd meet there around 9:00....he challenged me to wear the most see through dress I had....and no underwear....Lamar would be waiting in the bar, in a dark booth in the back..."
Louie listened to me, obviously enjoying the story. Maybe it is healthy, as some say, for couples to express fantasies, and Louie loved hearing the sound of my voice while he made love to me. I went on.
"I didn't have a dress with me...so I wore a light blue, thin lacy diaphanous slip...it was the color of the sky...just a slip, that's all...it had large looping arm holes, thin straps...I added three inch heels, beads...
"No panties?"
"No."
"When I arrived the bar was crowded...full.....long lines for everything....I saw Lamar but I walked through the crowd, showing off, before I joined him...when I finally went to Lamar, I dropped my slip's straps for him in the booth...the slip hung on my hard nipples and the beads hung between my breasts...I sat that way for a few minutes....then I pulled my slip straps up.....I walked to the bar for our drinks, back and forth, brushing into the crowd, pushing my way to the bar, being pushed from behind...unknown hands ...my breasts were rubbed...my crotch felt...my slip lifted up...."
Louie was getting really excited as I tried to recall every detail of a flashing scene that, realistically, happened when I was in my twenties. He loved my sex stories, loved to hear me spin. The more I went on the more he enjoyed it. Then he withdrew from behind and rolled me on my back. I spread my legs wide for him. Once in me again, all the way in me, he played me with deep thrusts, he played me like smooth jazz, he ran his long trombone in and out, in and out....
"And Lamar didn't fuck you?" Louie asked, wanting to hear more.
"No, nothing."
"Why not?"
"Lamar was more interested... in the reaction of the men to me...to my flashing...he wanted me...I think.... to entice strangers...so he could watch...he's that way."
Grabbing my arms, Louie held them above my head. Sweat was dripping from his forehead; his sweat and his chest hair coated my boobs and stomach. Louie worked out over me, he was like an athlete in a gym. His arms went up and down like push ups, lifting his weight completely off of me, his waist pumped like sit ups, sticking me, corkscrew moves, deep thrusts, twists, turns, that drove me, that drilled me....
"Did you go to his room?"
In the middle of a trembling, quivering orgasm, I could hardly speak.
