A Naughty Weekend In Nashville - Day 2
Exhausted from the earlier events of today, Robin and I slept wrapped around each other for hours. When we awoke, the setting sun was pushing its last rays thru the small splits between the thick hotel drapes. We laid still in the bed, the scent of sex and alcohol lingering in the air. We showered and found a place for dinner.
When we walked down Broadway, the glow from the neon made it seem like it was mid-day. We visited a few more bars and drank in the scene. A gaggle of bridesmaids rode up and down the street on the peddle-powered bar, and we laughed as we watched their drunken attempts to peddle in unison.
Robin and I didn't talk about the events from earlier. The fact, two young cowboys had emptied their cocks into her, was of no consequence anymore than was any other part of the trip. Though I had to admit, I found myself thinking about it a few times during the evening, and I could feel my cock start to tingle and swell each time. A couple of times, I noticed Robin glancing around the bars looking for Dillon and Trent nervously. I, too, wondered what they must be thinking. What stories would they be telling their friends?
We finished the night in a small place called Layla's. It was less crowded than the other bars, and when we walked in, the patrons treated us like we were old friends. It was our kind of place. We sat at the bar and listened to the music and felt like we belonged here. It was about midnight when we finally made our way back to the hotel.
We slept entangled around each other, and the warmth from her body and her soft sleepy sounds lulled me into a deep blissful slumber. I awoke before Robin and laid there silently in the bed next to her, recounting the events from yesterday. As I replayed the scene of the two cowboys fucking her, my cock began to swell and grow.
I reached down and held my hardened penis in my hand as I replayed Dillon pumping his long thick cock in and out of her wet pussy. I stroked my cock in sync with his thrusts, imagining he was fucking her again. The thought of Robin taking his cock, combined with the image of her swallowing the cum load of Trent, was making me want to cum.
Maybe it was the movement of the bed when I was stroking my cock or the involuntary thrusting against her ass that woke her up. But I wasted no time in conveying my arousal and my desire for her. I reached around her and began to play with her nipples. I suspected by their hardness that she too may have been thinking (or dreaming) about the two young, handsome cowboys and their thick hard cocks.
I rolled her onto her back and maneuvered myself between her legs. Robin reached down and positioned my swollen cock at the opening of her hole. With an impatient thrust, I pushed my cock deep into her. Her pussy was warm and wet and offered little resistance to my hardened member. I kissed her face, and she moaned gently as I rhythmically pumped her.
"God!! I was thinking about those cowboys fucking you..." I whispered in her ear.
"I was stroking my cock thinking about you, taking those two thick cocks... one in your mouth and then another in your pussy... filling you with their cum."
The warmth of her pussy and the erotic image of those studs fucking her were more than I could take, and I shot my load deep into Robin.
"Mmm... I was thinking about it too," Robin uttered as I filled her with my cum.
"Did you like watching those young studs fucking me?" Robin asked with more of a tease than a question.
"Mmm... you know I did. You liked fucking the guys, didn't you?"
Robin responded, "Mmhmm, I did."
I pulled my wet cock from her hole and replaced it with my fingers. Her cunt was soaking wet with a mixture of my cum and her juices. I could tell by the way she was digging her nails into my shoulder; she, too, had been thinking about how those two hard-bodied boys had taken her. And I could tell by the breathy sound in her voice that she wanted me to talk more about it.
"You enjoyed feeling that hard thick cock pumping in and out of your pussy, didn't you?"
"Yesss!" She spat without hesitation.
"You liked sucking that big fat cock too, didn't you?" I pressed on, "Feeling him spurt his load inside your mouth as you swallowed it all down."
As I replayed the events, I continued to move my fingers in and out of her soaking sloppy wet hole. She reached down and began rubbing her engorged clit.
"Didn't he fill you completely?" I urged.
"Yesss... God yesss..." She replied as her breathing was getting faster and faster, and she was now furiously rubbing her clit.
"God!! You want those big rough cocks again, don't you? You wish them both to fuck you again and again, don't you? Don't you crave for both those cocks in your...?"
It was more than she could take, and she dug her left hand deep into my shoulder blade as she came. I could feel her pussy contract and squeeze my fingers as I held them deep inside her. When her convulsions subsided, I gently pulled my fingers out of her cunt.
Being both cummed, we laid in the bed for a few more minutes before finding the motivation to shower and walk down the block to find breakfast. When we walked out of the restaurant, we could hear the music emanating from the bars. A quick glance at my watch confirmed that the bars were open and that it was now socially acceptable to start drinking.
Broadway was already busy, and even though it was only 11 am a new crew of drunken bridesmaids was peddling their way up the street. We popped into the Honky Tonk and stood just inside the doorway, listening to the band. We made our way to the bar and got two vodka sodas. A small group of people closer to our age had started line dancing in front of the stage. We watched them for a few minutes before heading back out into the street.
We wandered south down Broadway, stopping and browsing in a few boot stores. An urge to use the restroom and the need for another drink drew us into Kid Rock's Bar. The music was loud, and the crowd was already rowdy. The band mixed it up, playing a combination of country and classic rock hits. When the band started playing Journey's - Don't Stop Believing - the whole place came alive and sang along.
I took the opportunity to find the Men's room. When I came back, I found Robin in the middle of a small crowd of young people. Two of them I recognized right away.
"Hey!" I said as I walked up to the group, and I patted Dillion on the back.
"Hey, there he is!" he replied and gave me his hand to shake.
There was no awkwardness. The boys were polite and respectful, and in fact, they had no problem picking right back up where they left off - teasing and flirting with Robin.
"What happened? You crashed out yesterday?" Trent asked. "We thought we'd see you guys out last night."
"We came out," Robin defended, "and we ended up hanging out at Layla's."
"Oh well, what are you drinking now? Your hands empty," Dillion teased.
"Umm... nothing at the moment," her reply clearly indicated that she needed a drink, and Trent quickly volunteered to run to the bar.
"You want something?" he asked while looking at me.
"Yah! Titos and soda," I told him. I reached out with a twenty-dollar bill, but he pushed it away.
"Got this," he said.
Trent returned with our drinks and then hurried back to the bar. When he returned seconds later, he had four shots of tequila with him.
He pushed one into her hand and said, "Here you go, catch up!"
Robin looked at me and smiled, "Oh OK!" and she fired back the shot.
It was evident that the boys felt quite comfortable and familiar with Robin. When Robin danced to a song, I watched as Trent put his hands on her hips. When she felt his hand on her, she exaggerated her moves, grinding her ass against him.
As she did this, she looked at me and smiled and mouthed, "I love you."
As Robin shook her ass at Trent, he pulled her back into him, pushing his cock against her ass. The two remained like this for a few moments, and I felt my cock beginning to swell, watching them dry hump.
Dillion was envious of the attention that Trent was getting, and he stepped in closer to Robin. He placed his hand on the small of her back and turned her towards him. When she turned away from Trent, I could see the outline of his swollen cock through his jeans. Her grinding had made him rock hard. And, just watching them had made me hard as well.
Dillion set his drink down on the high-top table and led Robin out onto the dance floor. His country roots were deep than just his taste in music; he actually knew how to dance to it as well. He spun and twirled Robin on the dance floor, and when he pulled her in on the recoil, I could see his hand linger on her ass. When the song was over, Robin hurried over to me.
''Baby, did you see me dancing?"
"I did see you dance. You love to dance." I replied.
She put her arms around me, and I hugged her tight. As we finished our embrace, Trent was presenting us with two more shots of tequila.
"Oh fuck! Here we go," I exclaimed, and then Robin and I clinked the plastic cups and downed our shots.
As the drinking progressed, so too did the flirtatious behavior of the boys. In fact, flirting had now just become a pretense for foreplay. The boys were crowded in next to us; their hands rarely leaving contact with her body. As they talked, they ran their hands up her back or brushed them against her thighs. Robin, too, was being frisky, and I saw her accidentally rub her tits against both of them on more than one occasion.
