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."