The continuation of a story where a young couple are forced to deal with issues because they are apart working in different major north-eastern cities, notwithstanding they had only been married and completed their honeymoon days before.
Sam has continued his irresponsible ways and collected a STD.
Carol was able to find out about Sam's ways and she took her own private form of revenge. Her problem is she has been forced to become a high priced NYC escort to pay the mortgage over a unit that will have been isolated by floods from Cyclone Harvey.
The big issue is how they work through the mess and their end objectives. How badly will their relationship be impacted by what they are suffering, like many other Texans post Cyclone Harvey?
Monday Morning 11
th
Sam woke early with an itch that needed a shower. The STD was responding to his anti-biotics, but his mind was not. How come?
It was on the plane up to Chicago in the prior week that he met and sat next to on the plane this long legged buxom beautiful young woman who was travelling up to Chicago as she said for some photographic assignments. They talked over Sam's camera and he showed Melissa some of his photos down at the resort in Nassau, progressing from Carol's more conservative Macy's type shots through to bikinis and swimsuits.
From his memory Melissa was impressed and kept pressing for more of the less conservative. This should have twigged to Sam as an issue, but thinking through his lower abdomen, he was flattered and he did show some of the less racy photos on his private memory card. The reality was those photos were excellent and they would do any model proud in her portfolio.
By the time the plane arrived at the terminal Melissa had given Sam her private card with mobile number and she had pushed him into taking a few photos of herself that she would use for promotional purposes. She agreed to call him at the Marriot on the later in the week to set up when and where and she promised to bring a wardrobe range with a particular advanced memory card that suited Sam's Leica and the quality for the style of personal photos she wanted.
When he looked back over his coffee, that morning and what followed was a disaster for Sam.
Melissa much later turned out to be a porn star who was progressing up the ladder in her industry and she took no prisoners.
Melissa arrived in a beautiful longer style of dress one would normally expect to see at the races. Low but tasteful cleavage, with a great floral colourful pattern that swirled around her body on a background of white. A small fascinator completed the outfit of a classy lady.
The foyer of the Marriot was a great start for photos and the staff had no interest other than to check out the buxom lady. Next was the classical style hallways that complimented Melissa's attire. Melissa had a black lacy cocktail dress that required a change room, being Sam's bedroom; the photos were taken in the flower area of the atrium and emphasised Melissa's boobs and fantastic figure. Sam took a lot of effort to arrange how Melissa's hair fell over her face and neck and how he could focus on her huge brown eyes that glistened with life. Sam enjoyed being able to arrange her body by twisting or turning her and how he was able to use his hands over her figure while he was to his mind appearing to be professional. He was getting a hard-on. Experienced Melissa knew exactly how to play the harp and teased appropriately.
Melissa: I have a bikini and some nightwear. Would it be OK if you took some of me in those, (eyes flashing subtly) in your room.
Sam was hooked and he was controlled by his dick again: Sure.
Within five minutes of being in Sam's room she had put on the flimsiest negligee and g string, posed beautifully all over the bed getting the best angles of her boobs and mound, brown eyes and anxious body. Within ten minutes she had Sam by the cock giving him head and impressively taking his large cock down her throat. By 15 minutes they were sixty niner's and their hands were all over their bodies. Within twenty minutes Sam was buried deep in Melissa's pussy and they were fucking like pro's. His seed had been planted deep into that well used cavern and Sam realised this woman was no amateur or lady. Melissa rolled Sam over on his back and gave Sam the camera implying she needed action shots while she fucked him cowgirl style, after a due amount of masturbation and sucking pro style. Sam responded and his dick met the demands. She had cum flowing from her pussy, down her face and out her lips. He had his unprotected fun and so did she, but the consequences?
Eventually Sam had to call it a day as he had to catch a plane, not all he caught that day. They quickly checked the photos and Mel took the memory card. A quick shower and Mel was gone with her free photos for download onto her site.
Back to the present.
Sam: Good morning Sam here.
Susan: It's Susan. We need to talk. How about breakfast at the Marriot?
Sam: Good morning. Its 7.30am. How about 8.00am in the coffee lounge? You sound terse? Anything important?
Susan: Yes and Very. OK see you then and there.
Sam rang Carol on her mobile in NYC. She had worked until midnight doing research on the De Bois project: Morning blue eyes. Trust all is well there. Stayed dry?
Carol: Oh hi loving husband with that great body. Good to hear your voice. Miss you terribly.
All Ok, but am working on researching golf courses and potential acquisitions down in Texas, so was working a bit late last night on the web. Could do with some sleep and ideas on courses that may be distressed after Cyclone Harvey and maybe Katia? Do me a favour and let me know your thoughts tonight when we talk?
Sam: Interesting people you meet up there. Assume investors. They will need very deep pockets, honey even after the Cyclone because they are golf mad down there as you well know. Am going to have a working breakfast in a few minutes, so got to run.
They spoke over their itineraries for the coming week, each having in mind it was a good idea not to be around each other for their normal pleasures but both coming from different directions. Sam was going to be on his anti-biotics for another week before he would want to snuggle up to any woman, but especially Carol. They went through their normal routines and talked over what their friends had told them about the aftermath of the Cyclone, with Sam reassuring Carol their little unit was safe from the floods.
Sam ended the conversation and quickly headed down to the coffee lounge.
There was Susan seated in very conservative attire compared to her last visit in a dress suit seated and sipping coffee quietly reading the Post.
