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It was early January, the third to be exact, when our plane lifted Sami and me into the friendly skies, banking to the west, heading to la-la land, LA, city of freaks and egos; but, the city in which we will spend a night before boarding our early morning flight to Maui.
Settling in with her IPod and ear-buds, Sami curled up to listen to music and to read a bit. I put on the earphones to the airplane music channels, found some soft blues and leaned back into my seat, closing my eyes to relax and think.
Between the holidays, we had received a Christmas card from Sami's parents, thanking us for doing so much for Sami, for 'taking an interest' in her, watching out for her. Very sweet, almost making us feel guilty about our relationship with Sami; almost, but no cigar.
It was true that we did indeed, at the end of the day, have Sami's best interests at heart. The fact that we loved her fine, young pussy was just a part of the equation. Sami was a rarity; a young woman able to separate business and socializing, a woman who would never dreamed of using her status in our bed for personal gain, or to use it against us.
Sami had come to jokingly refer to herself as our 'girlfriend', that she had two girlfriends at the same time.
Not totally untrue, was it?
When she became more a part of our personal lives, we discovered that she had played golf in high school but hadn't touched clubs in a few years. There was no way we were not going to get her playing again, so we began teaching her some basics, helping her with her strokes, etc. She was able to play with us now, every once in a while, playing a consistent double-bogey game after only being back at it for a month or so.
We, Sami and I, brought Ali's clubs with us, since Ali would be coming out for the second week anyway. Sami said her goal was to sun, swim, and to play golf with me. I called ahead for a couple of lessons for Sami, with Anita, the pro I used when in the islands. I smiled to myself when I thought of how Anita was going to cream herself when she sees Sami.
So, there it was, off once again to Maui, the same, but yet, different.
We landed at LAX around four in the afternoon, and took our overnights with us, our checked baggage and clubs automatically being routed to our Hawaii flight, the next morning.
Snagging a ride on the Sheraton's shuttle, we headed for our room, but more importantly, our room's mini-bar! We were tired, we were thirsty, and we wanted to get drunk.
She hit the mini-bar right away, grabbing a couple of Scotch shorties, serving them to us 'neat', no ice, and no water. The dark liquor burned as it slid down my throat but yet felt good at the same time.
"Damn, that was just the ticket, Sami-girl, but we'll need a bit more to achieve lift-off, don't you think?" I said, my eyes tearing from the stinging sensation of the straight Scotch.
'Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing, Lynn; want to hit the shower, and then hit the bar for a bit?" She asked.
"Maybe for a couple of drinks, or maybe a dozen; hell, let's just see what plays out," I answered her, slapping her on her young, fine ass, afterwards, "You jump in first, and then I'll follow, okay?"
I eyed her nakedness appreciatively, beads of water still in a couple of spots, when she walked from the shower, dabbing at herself with the towel.
"Your turn, missy," she said, smiling at me leering at her body, adding, "and if you're real good tonight, you just might get some of this pussy that you're admiring," smiling at me even more so, after she said it.
Getting up and walking to the bathroom, dropping clothes behind me, I said, "Well, hell, that sounds like a hell of an incentive to be on my best behavior," pausing to give her a lingering kiss before I left the room.
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Sami and I were dressed in simple, but yet sexy, dress; showing a bit here and there, but tastefully so. We opted to grab a salad in the restaurant before hitting the bar. Food in our bellies, we headed for the largest of the bars at the Sheraton LAX hotel.
We found a couple of seats at the bar, signaled and ordered a couple of tall Scotch and waters. Settling into a quiet conversation between us, we sipped at our drinks, both of us checking out the clientele from time to time. Mostly businessmen, some single, most in groups of two or more; a few women, some with men, some not, some cute, some-not so much.
"How 'bout I buy you young ladies a drink and we get to know each other," we heard a voice say from behind Sami's back. Looking towards the voice, there was a man, probably in his late forties or so, and judging by the look in his eyes, he was already half-way in the bag.
"How 'bout we say, 'thanks but no thanks', and leave it at that," Sami said with a degree of firmness.
"S'matter, you don't think I can afford your rates?" He replied, his words a bit of a slur.
Shit! This asshole thought we were hookers; looking at the expression on Sami's face, she just arrived at the same conclusion.
"Sorry, pal, but you've got the wrong idea if you think we're 'working girls', we're not; we're on our way to our vacation, and this is just a layover for us," Sami said to him.
"S'ok," he slurred, "I'd still pay you," his eyes trying to focus on us.
"Get lost, buddy, you don't have enough money for me to fuck you," Sami said, an edge to her voice.
"S'matter? Afraid your girlfriend would get mad," he said, indicating me with a thrust of his chin.
"If she wanted me to suck your dick on top of this bar, I'd do it to please her, but there's no way she'd ask that of me. So, how about you take your drunk ass away from me and my lover," that last part catching even me by surprise.
The bartender had noticed that this creep was pushing us in ways that we didn't care for and had called for security. They showed up and escorted him away from us, apologizing for any embarrassment or trouble. We assured them that it was all good, now that he was leaving.
We turned back to our drinks, finishing them, and then started in on the two fresh ones that the bartender brought to us, on the house. We were both quiet for a bit when I started to giggle a bit, under my breath.
"What?" Sami said, starting to giggle because I was giggling.
"Ever been mistaken for a whore before?" I finally asked.
Laughing, she said, 'No, have you?"
"No, but there have been times I've felt like one, especially when Ali and I go out on the prowl," laughing a bit harder now, she laughing with me.
Gaining our composure finally, she looked at me, seriously and said, "I'd pay to fuck you."
Looking back at her, I took her hand in mine and stood up, leaned in to her and whispered into her ear, "Luckily, you don't have to, baby," squeezing her hand in mine, leading her to the bank of elevators.
When we entered the room, I left the lights on the low setting and taking Sami by the hand, I led her to the foot of the bed. I held her eyes with mine as I took off my clothes, then as I began taking off hers.
Once we were both naked, I took her head between my hands and held it while I kissed her passionately, my tongue easily sliding down her throat. Kissing her neck, I traced a path to her breasts, taking each one, in turn, to suckle, kiss, and lick. Bending and dropping into a kneeling position, I kissed her flat stomach, tracing a wet path to her sweet smelling young bush, where I paused just a bit, to inhale her scent.
