NOTE: This story contains details of a sexual encounter at a high school homecoming dance. All participants at the time of that encounter are high school seniors, eighteen years of age.
Monday evening, November 2nd
Janet (the studio's publicist) met us at LaGuardia that night. She'd booked us in the Hyatt Grand, New York. Dani's big 'coming out', I guess you'd call it, was Wednesday morning, on Good Morning America.
Dani and I were nervous as hell. Try to put yourselves in our shoes, having never been on TV before, much less the biggest morning show in the country. I was scared to death of saying the wrong thing, maybe inadvertently leading Robin Roberts, the show's host, down the path of what had actually happened in my dreams, the sex, Alan Ryder. We both knew there was going to be a fine line between what we could say and didn't dare. Thank God we had a day with Janet beforehand.
The Jacuzzi in our room was nice, inset in the floor right in front of the patio door overlooking the deck and New York skyline. Dani and I had gotten pretty familiar with the joys of a hot tub at home (yeah, read into that what you're thinking -- you'd be right), but this was something different, new and exciting.
Dani smiled at me, "You want to?" she asked.
I knew exactly what she meant, and hell yes, I did. It had never gotten old, watching Dani strip, it still turned me on, especially when her bra came off and she slipped those sexy panties down her legs, and she'd gotten so fucking good at being sexy, stripping. Even at forty-nine, she'd wow 'em at any exotic dance club in the country.
I was already hard when we slipped in the tub, especially with the fact that the blind was still wide open and our lights on, and anyone who happened to be looking our way would be able to see. We sat side-by-side, looking straight out at that skyline. God, this little bit of exhibitionism was exhilarating, even though it was doubtful anyone would be watching. Still, though, there were other hotels and high-rises not that far away with windows that anyone could watch us from.
Dani wasn't even trying to hide her tits, they were well above the hot, bubbling water. That, in itself, was a turn-on for me, and from the looks of her hard nipples, for her, too. We leaned back, closed our eyes, and Dani's hand felt so fucking good, sliding up and down on my cock. Probably, just as good as my fingers rubbing her pussy lips were feeling to her.
Her slickness was feeling damn good to my fingers, too, imagining another part of my anatomy that it'd make feel even better (much, much better!). Dani leaned over, whispering, "I love you, can't even tell you how much!"
I twisted my head a little and we kissed, a long, lingering kiss full of love, very quickly inflaming the senses, Dani compounding the situation with her squeezing hand. "I want you inside me," she said, glancing outside at the deck.
Again, I knew what she was thinking, "A little cold out there, don't you think?" especially, just getting out of the hot tub, but damn, the idea was enticing.
"But just inside the door wouldn't be," she said, climbing out of the tub, dripping water the few feet to the glass door, and leaning up against it. She looked back at me, gaping at her, still a little incredulous at my wife, "Well" she asked, "you want?"
Hell yes! It seemed to be my go-to brain function.
I got out, right behind her, both of us looking out at the big city. Dani spread her legs apart, I pressed two fingers inside her, and she moaned, "Oh yes... now!"
I pulled my fingers out, gripped my hard dick, pointing it where my fingers had just been, and pushed...
And I was right; much, much better!
Dani let out a loud moan, her slick pussy took my breath away. We'd never done it this way, looking out over the city, where anyone could be watching. Probably not, but there were thousands of people, probably tens of thousands that would have a clear view of this patio door, especially with the bright light behind us contrasting with the dark outside.
Dani and I hadn't done 'it' since... hell, last night! It seemed like an eternity ago. And NEVER like this. My dick was up inside her, her tits mashed against the glass. We just savored for a moment, until Dani's hips started moving back and forth, and I began thrusting, in and out, in and out, Dani's moans getting louder. I wished... wished... "Open the door," I told her. I wanted someone, anyone to hear us, hear Dani's wails, not that anyone would, but just the possibility...
We paused a moment, Dani pushed herself away from the glass, and I reached over, unlatched the door, pulling it open, all the way, The cold air hit us, the contrast between Dani's hot pussy and the cold air making it seem even hotter than before. I didn't know how cold it was, only that the forecast was a low of thirty-eight.
Dani rocked her hips, I thrust inside her, over and over, that indescribable feeling coming stronger and stronger. I did my best to hold it off, until Dani's wailing changed, higher pitched, louder, and her pussy contracted, squeezing me. One final push, lifting her up on her toes, and I came, feeling like a volcanic explosion, like Mt St Helens must have felt when it exploded cubic miles of ash into the sky, destroying everything in its path.
And it went on... and on... and on! Dani screaming anew with each ejaculation... or maybe it was continuous. Hell, I don't even know, maybe the screams were me, at least some were, I know.
ooOoo
"Just be yourself," Janet was telling us, "she'll want to know about your waking up from the coma and how Dani came to call Amanda that morning. She won't have a lot of time, there are only fifteen minutes scheduled, so you won't be able to get into too much detail, but when you were telling me, I was fascinated. That's what we want, just not the sex. If it starts to veer too much, I'll interrupt and lead it back to safety."
She told Dani it would be great to talk about knowing Alan in high school, even that he was her homecoming date, "Especially, that," she reiterated.
We talked through most of the day, but Janet didn't want us to 'rehearse' anything, "It'll make it sound like it has been, and we don't want that," she said.
That evening, Janet took us to Times Square, she'd gotten tickets to a show at Radio City Music Hall, Mariah Carey. Dani and I were simply blown away! Between the Rockettes, Mariah Carey, other performers... and that auditorium and stage... just... holy shit!
Talk about a way to get our minds off Good Morning America!
She dropped us off back at our hotel, telling us that she'd be in the lobby at seven, Wednesday. Our schedule is for eight-forty-five to nine, so we needed to be there by eight.
We were tired, it had been a long, exhausting day, but not TOO tired, if you know what I mean. Radio City Music Hall was incredible, but it took a back seat to our first half-hour in bed. I'd take that half-hour anytime.
ooOoo
Wednesday morning, Dani looked fabulous in the leather pants and lace blouse that Janet had left the day before. I say 'fabulous', what I really meant was very, very sexy in an elegant sort of way. And if people only knew what she was wearing under them!
We met Janet in the lobby, reassuring us both with a big smile and that 'way' that she has of calming nerves. She (actually, the studio) bought us breakfast, and it was a very pleasant, chit-chatty few minutes. Of course, she complimented Dani on how she looked. Me too, but I think it was just to be polite. I was just wearing a pair of slacks and a long-sleeved shirt, nothing out of the ordinary for me, maybe a little nicer than I typically wear to the store, but nothing like Dani was wearing.
Janet let us know that she's been on GMA several times for various reasons, and that it's been pretty low key, always a fun time for her. Yeah right, that's her, not Dani and me.
We were in the GMA 'green' room half an hour early. Funny thing was, there's nothing 'green' about it. It's mostly brick and wood paneling, a beautiful room, not that Dani and I were noticing. They pointed out the little snacks; donuts, the Keurig coffee maker, and pods. Too bad that neither of us particularly likes coffee. Of course, they did have hot chocolate, so we tried that. They even had marshmallows.
Their producer, I guess he was, did everything he could to make us comfortable, and during a commercial break, Robin Roberts popped in for a couple minutes. She was friendly, smiling, giving each of us a short hug, and couldn't have been more personable.
Yeah, I know I'm rambling, but I tend to do that when I'm nervous. Actually, scared shitless is probably a little more apt description.
Then this dude comes over, the same one who was trying to make us feel comfortable a little bit ago, "Five minutes," he said, "and one thing Miss Roberts always asks her guests, please call her by her first name, it makes it so much more informal."
I was thinking, informal or not, time to get the hell out of there, I don't fucking wanna do this! Except my legs were too rubbery to run. The guy who'd been with us earlier led us to a little anteroom off the studio. What I hadn't noticed before was a smaller room with couches.
And then we heard Robin Roberts, "Our next guests..." Her words faded out completely to me, our 'guide', I guess in want of a better term, directed us through the curtain, and Dani and I followed Janet out to be greeted by TV cameras and Robin Roberts. Whatever she said was lost to me, but I did understand her hand signals to sit on the couch, Dani closest to her, then me, then Janet.
The first thing she did, after a short introduction, was play a clip, the first time we'd seen any shot from the movie; Dani's barrel race, then her elation as she jumped off the horse and ran into the arms of her 'boyfriend', Josh Brolin. God, that was incredible, it gave me the shakes just seeing it again
"That was really you, wasn't it? Not a double?"
Dani chuckled, "Was me, the miracle of makeup," she answered.
