Dedicated to my Muse and Easel, Likes2Watch
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The next morning found me curled up beside you, reflecting on the events of last night. Having all those men willing to please me was so wonderful β I smiled to myself as I thought that I got more cocks in one night than most women get in a life time! I thanked the powers that be that I was lucky enough to have found a lover whose lusts matched my own, and was willing to indulge me so generously. The problem was how to return the favor. I was lost in my scheming when you woke up and rolled over to me.
"Good morning. Sore?" You asked, considerate as always.
"Mmmm, a little, but well worth it," I laughed, and jumped out of bed before you could use your wiles on me. I had made my plans as you slept, and part of them was denying you the pleasures of my body until tonight. It would be tricky, but essential!
We hit the road after breakfast and headed north. I suggested a college town about 5 hours north of us, and then pretended to fall asleep so I wouldn't be tempted to suck on that magnificent cock of yours. We pulled into town mid-afternoon. I stretched, opened my eyes, and grabbed the Frommer's Guide to find a suitable hostelry. After a minute of scanning, I found it. It was low-end, but it catered to college kids and that was integral to all my plans. You argued that we could find a better place, but then sensed that I was up to something deliciously wicked, and acquiesced.
After checking in we did some sight seeing, the usual tourist stuff. Finally, it was dinnertime and I could hardly wait until dessertβ¦ The bar in the hotel was a typical rathskeller with lots of wooden beams, jukebox, pool table, and an odor of stale beer and cigarette smoke. Now came the hard part β finding the next actress in out little drama. The bartender was too much of a sorority girl, but the waitressβ¦ ah, the waitress. She was one of those lovely creatures who looked like she spent her days playing field hockey and her nights drinking boilermakers with the boys. Luckily, you were in the bathroom when she first came to the table, so I started my maneuvering.
Several minutes of small talk revealed that she was a sophomore and waitressing to pay the bills. "Why don't you just find a nice guy to take care of you?" I asked, testing the waters. She laughed at me.
"Men are good for one thing β and though they're very good at it, women are so much more fun to spend time with," she said with a wink. Now I had the fish on the line, and started to reel her in.
"So, do you party?" I asked. "Maybe after you get out of work we could hang out and smoke one up?" She said that sounded like a fine idea, and then went off to wait on other customers as you returned to the table. "What was that all about?" You asked.
"Layovers catch meddlers," I responded cryptically, "And you know you'll find out eventually." We finished dinner, and as we left I told the waitress our room number. She said she'd be around in an hour. Now the problem was to keep my mitts out of your pants for that long⦠I invented a headache and relaxed in the bathtub until the hour had passed.