Chapter 1 - Window Seats
My name is May, and I am meeting my lover Deke today at a lakeside motel in Maine. I haven't seen him for three months and I am so horny I am going out of my mind. I masturbate all the time we are apart--imagining he is here in my bedroom. Lying naked on my bed with two pillows under my hips so that I can see my own pussy, I spread my legs wide so that in my mind I also give Deke, sitting in a chair just beyond the foot of my bed, a clear view. I imagine that I am showing him my sex and then begin my little reverie.
"Do you want to watch me cum?" I ask my absent lover.
"O yes darling," I imagine him cooing. "Show me your glistening wetness and let me watch your dance."
I part my labia with my fingers and show him my swelling clit and my ever-increasing flow of juices. I wet my forefinger by slipping it into my vagina and then slowly draw it back out and slide it up until I hit my sweet spot. I imagine looking directly into Deke's blue eyes as I begin to stroke my clit.
He smiles and urges me on. " That's it, my sweet. Cum for me. You are so beautiful."
I notice that his cock is responding and tell him that I want him to pleasure himself at the same time. As he strokes himself, I get even more turned on, knowing he is hardening while watching me. It makes me feel so sexy and desirable. Watching a man handle himself is so evocative-the strong firm strokes, the changes in speed and direction, and the stretching of the skin over the engorged head. I know, as in anyone's masturbation, it is all the right pressure and tempo; so his desire builds with each variation.
I see that his pre-cum has moistened the tip of his bulging penis as he moves closer to my bedside for a better view. His lust grows as he watches the quiver of my big thighs and the subtle and not-so-subtle undulations of my body as I am being driven to climax.
I imagine him jacking his load all over my tits and belly. I rub his sperm all over me with my free hand and lick my fingers. I taste, in memory, the salty sweetness of his ejaculate; and I cum, moaning to the walls.
I have cum and cum well, but it is less than satisfactory. My beautiful man, my Deke, is not really there to glory in my dance.
But enough! Today I, his mistress May, am on the way to meet with my beloved; and soon there will be consummate satisfaction.
Our timing is perfect: we meet just after Deke checks in at the office at 7PM on his way to our motel room. I hail him, and he stops so I can catch up. There in the parking lot we kiss open-mouthed and deeply and wetly like the love-sick sex-deprived maniacs that we are. He cups one of my breasts and I grab a cheek of his ass, hugging for several moments-so happy to be together again. Pausing for a moment, Deke says we need to find his unit. I smile at the double entendre; and the maintenance man, who has watched our display and heard all that we have said, pipes up, and tells us the way.
We laugh knowing we must have been quite a sight, and I am sure our greeting has "affair" written all over it. After all, my Deke is quite a bit older than I am, and we hardly meet like father and daughter, or even husband and wife.
Walking to our room, arms around waists, Deke whispers, "Bet he wishes he could watch us in our room."
Looking at him askance, I say laughingly, "Yeah, right!"
As he inserts the key to let us in, Deke says, "I bet he'd love it. Bet it makes him hard, just thinking about us fucking on the other side of this door."
Just as Deke gets the door open, the chambermaid appears. "Are you all set?" she asks.
"Oh, yes, thank you," I say. "The man down in the parking lot was very helpful."
"That's my husband. We're the managers," she says. "He is mostly a pain in the ass, but I have him trained when it comes to the customers."
"Good girl!" I say moving through the door behind Deke.
"Do you need an extra towel or two?"
"Why, that would be great!" Deke smiles. Our manager/chambermaid passes two fluffy white towels into his arms and departs.
"Well, that was a trip, Deke! Bet her husband sent her right over here to check us out. What a laugh!"
We turn on the bedside lamps, as cozier than the overhead light. Our room, on the backside of the motel, has a large picture window in the wall next to the bed. It's the kind of window you think would have a view, but it only looks across the ally. You would think, too, that being on the ground floor, we would close the curtains; but we never do unless we are right on the front parking lot.
I notice that the building across the ally has a widow just like ours directly across from us, and I see painted on the door adjacent to the window the words, "Manager's Residence." As we unpack, we can't help observing the many comings and goings of our helpful maintenance man and friendly chambermaid. They seem to be well suited as a couple. You know what I mean; they look like a pair. He is big burly guy with broad shoulders and big forearms. Just by looking at him, I can tell he can fix things. She is attractive and of average height and sturdy build. Her short brown permed hair frames a round face that has the smile of a happy housekeeper. Cheerful and hospitable, they seem the perfect do-it-yourself innkeepers; and, from what I can make out through our opposing windows, their living quarters are neat and homey.
Finally settled in, Deke and I proceed to get reacquainted. I know he has had a long drive so I want him to relax. "You must be beat," I say, "after your long drive here from Syracuse, darling. Let me help you out of your clothes."
"O, May, you are so good to me."
Deke stands next to the bed and I begin by unbuttoning his shirt, putting it on the chair. Next, I kneel to undo his belt and unzip his fly. Then I pull down his chinos and boxers to reveal his cock that is just beginning to rouse. I tell him to sit on the bed, where, still on my knees, I remove his shoes and socks. Rising, I put his pants on the chair with his shirt, then return to stand in front of him. I unbutton my blouse, one button at a time from the top down. I slip it off, tossing it in the chair, leaving me in my bra, pencil skirt and mules. Deke watches me, smiling, as I undo my bra, freeing my ample tits, and send it the way of my blouse.
I step toward him and enfold his face with my breasts, where he nuzzles for a moment and then suckles. It makes me moan, as the stimulation of my nipples seems to be directly connected to my clit. His tender caresses, cupping and kissing my yearning tits with his hands and his mouth, seem to have given new growth to his hardening cock.
