(A Dylan James Story)
Dylan was tired. He had been driving non-stop except for gas for about five hours. It was approaching 8 o'clock and he was about 20 miles south of Morgan Hill. He needed to stop for the night and he knew just the place. It was called the Dew Drop Inn and Campground. It was a stupid name, but the place was clean and cheap. These were two things that pleased him right now.
He had stopped there a few times before. This was a little more then half way to his place on the Russian River, but to try and make that drive from LA in a full day was a tough haul. So he had found this place a few years before. The place was run by Bill and Lois Beecher, a navy couple who had invested in this place for their retirement. They had a nice inn with cheaper private cabins in the back, and a campground for the hundreds of RV's that cruise California in the summer. Also Lois made a great steak sandwich and they had a bar that stayed open until 11 PM. But the real treat was the hot tub that the place offered. That more then anything was what made Dylan want to stay there tonight.
He even had them listed on his cell phone and had called from just above Santa Maria to see if they had room. For him they did, and he got one of the private cabins in the back of the property. They weren't really cabins, more like shacks. But they were clean and the beds were soft. Thoughts of bed made him yawn.
It had been a busy day for Dylan. He had driven 250 miles today plus fucked two women in two different cities. First, there had been Cat in LA, where his massive 9 inch tool had powered her thru 6 orgasms until he came in her ass, then the cute little shopkeeper in Ojai who he had fucked twice then cum all over her face. Yes, it had been a busy but very good day for Dylan.
Dylan turned off the 101 onto the local road that led to the Inn. A few miles down the road, he pulled into the parking lot of the Inn and switched off the engine to his big Ford F150. He got out and reached into the back seat for his overnight bag. As he walked over to the office to check in, Lois noticed him and she ran around the check-in counter to give him a big hug and kiss. Then she yelled for Bill to come out from the back. After greeting Bill, they got him checked in, and he asked Lois if she could fix him one of her famous steak sandwiches. She readily agreed and disappeared into the kitchen. Bill and he drifted into the bar where they had had a couple of beers and shared idle chit-chat. Soon Lois appeared with a huge steak sandwich with all the trimmings, and he hungrily dug in. While eating they asked questions about Hollywood, and he told them funny stories about the crazy director for MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 3 who also had three TV shows going at once and could never make up his mind about anything.
One story he did not tell them was about Carol, the co-producer in charge of production on the film, who had come to see some of the stunt setups they were doing. She was late 40's, still in great shape with dark hair, long legs and a very sensuous mouth. After spending the day with Dylan, she invited him to dinner, and then invited him home. She nearly fainted when she saw the size of his cock, and did faint when he finished using it on her. They had fucked so hard, they broke her bed. The next day, he was told that he would be Tom Cruise's main stunt double on the film. Ah, Hollywood, it is all about the contacts.
Dylan finished his meal and told Bill and Lois he was really beat. He tried to pay for dinner and the beer, but they wouldn't hear of it. He thanked them, and they told him how to get to his cabin. As he started to leave, he asked if the hot tub was going. Bill said that during the week it didn't get used much so they usually turned it off about now. But since it was him, they would leave it on and he could turn it off when he was done. He thanked them and said goodnight.
The walk back to his cabin was really quiet. It was about 9:30 at night and most everyone was in for the night. It was still twilight as the sun set very late this time of year, and a faint glow was around everything. The inn was set back from the road and the RV Park was off to the left. Big California live oaks grew through out the property, and gave the inn and cabins a very private and secluded feeling. Dylan could see that most of the cabins were empty, and there seemed to be only a couple of RV's in the park. "Good," he thought to himself, "no one will be at the hot tub."
He was in cabin #6. He opened the door and saw your basic guest cabin, a double bed, dresser, TV, couple of chairs and a simple bathroom with shower. Cheap, clean, and quiet. Just what he wanted after the day he had. He quickly threw off his clothes and reached for his swim suit. Dylan was built. He was 6'2" and 210 lbs. with dark hair and blue eyes. He was rock solid every where, his constant working out and stunt training left him with a cut chest and arms, and 6 pack abs. His large penis and heavy balls dangled between his cut thighs. Swim suits had always posed a problem for Dylan. He preferred the small Speedo type, but when he wore them it looked he had stuffed them with a large sock, so he opted for the baggy kind. They didn't show him off very well, but at least there were no embarrassing moments to worry about.
Now changed, he grabbed a towel, locked the door, and headed for the hot tub. It was past the cabins at the very back of the property. Bill had built it on a large deck and completely surrounded it by a high redwood fence. The fence gave it a sense of complete privacy. It was really a very nice set up. As he had hoped there was no one around as he put his towel down and sunk into the warm water up to his neck. The heat of the water began to relax his tired muscles and the tension began to drift away. As he began to relax, his mind started to drift back on the day and remember the two women he had fucked. Cat in the morning and the cute girl in the afternoon, and his prick began to grow with the memories. He adjusted his large penis in his bathing suit, then thought "Hell there is no one here." So he took them off and threw them on a nearby chair. Now completely naked, he settled back into the steaming water and closed his eyes. He began to stroke his large member as he recalled the two women and all they had done.
"Mind if we join you?" a honeyed voice called out.
Startled, Dylan opened his eyes to see a woman standing in the gateway to the hot tub. He quickly removed his hand from his rapidly deflating penis and sat up. Then, he focused on the woman, and when he did his mouth dropped open at the site of her. She was at least 5'10" dressed in a bright yellow way-too-small bikini that barely covered her lush figure. She had bright blonde hair (probably dyed) pulled behind her ears, and in the dim light, he could tell that she had a very deep tan. She seemed to be in her late 30's. Her large ripe breasts strained against the barely there material of her yellow top. They had to be at least 40 DD. The cool night air made her large nipples poke thru the two small yellow triangles that attempted to contain her twin globes. She had a trim waist that flared out to wide hips that were barely covered by her skimpy bikini bottom. Long well shaped legs supported this spectacularly lush body. In one hand, she had an open bottle of wine, and in the other were a stack of plastic cups.
"Sure, "Dylan managed to stutter. "Come on in."
"Come on honey, its open." She yelled to someone beyond Dylan's vision.
The woman then walked through the gateway and onto the deck. She bent over next to a deck chair putting down the wine and glasses and presented Dylan with a view of her wonderfully lush ass. The bikini bottom was really a thong that showed off the two lusciously ripe globes of her ass to full value, and there were no tan lines anywhere. Where ever she was from, she sunbathed in the nude. She stood up and turned around to face Dylan. As she did, he could see that her eyes noticed the swimsuit lying on the deck chair behind him, and that her eyebrows arched just a little. She smiled at him and said, "Hi, I'm Casey," and stepped into the hot tub.
Before Dylan could respond, a large man came through the gateway and headed for the tub. He was a big man with a wide chest and powerful arms. He was almost as tall as Dylan, and seemed to be about early 40's. He had obliviously been an athlete in his earlier life, but by now he was beginning to put on a spare tire from sitting at a desk or drinking too much beer. He nodded at Dylan as he slipped into the water next to Casey.
"This is my husband, John."
"I'm Dylan," as the two men nodded at each other. There was an awkward pause as the three of them looked at each other. The hot tub could easily fit 8 people, but it was still pretty close in there considering Dylan had no suit on.
"What do you do?" John asked breaking the silence.
"I'm up from Hollywood. I work as a stunt man."
"That must be exciting," Casey exclaimed.
"Are you up here doing something?" John queried.
"No, just on vacation. Headed up to my place on the Russian River. What do you do?"
Casey jumped in, "I'm a housewife raising two boys ages 8 and 6. And John is a cop."
"Yeah, I'm with the State Patrol based in Ukiah up north. We are camping for a week, and then headed down to see my folks in San Diego."
"That sounds like a nice trip,' Dylan commented. While thinking to himself, "Fuck, I am sitting naked in a hot tub with a cop. His wife is about to bust out of her suit. And I am stuck here until they leave. Fuck."
"Would you like some wine," Casey asked.
"We only have the two glasses," John pointed out.
"I'll drink from the bottle, hon." Casey explained. With that, Casey rose out of the water. Her tiny top plastered to her huge breasts. She turned and reached for the wine and glasses giving Dylan an excellent side view of her giant hanging globes with the nipples poking thru, her tight stomach, and full rounded ass. The view caused a stirring in his groin.
Casey turned back to Dylan and handed him a plastic cup, and then one to John. She filled each cup about half way, then put the bottle to her lips and threw her head back taking a long pull off the bottle. The movement caused her huge tits to push out from her torso and right into Dylan's face. When she finished drinking, she slipped back into the water.
"Now that was what the doctor ordered. So Dylan, can you tell us any stories about Hollywood?" she asked.
"Sure." And he proceeded to tell the same stories that he told to Bill and Lois. Soon everyone was on their second cup of wine, and the stories and the laugher were flowing. Midway through one story, Dylan felt a foot begin to rub up and down his inner left calf. Continuing his story, he looked at Casey and she winked at him. He opened his legs wider providing her with greater access, and slowly her foot crept up to his now erect cock. As her foot began to stroke up and down his cock, her eyes widen in surprise. Dylan had no idea where this was going, but he was enjoying the danger of the moment.
Suddenly, the mood was broken by a call in the distance. "MOM!"
"Shit! They have been at me all day." Casey complained.
"MOM!"
"Honey, could you take this one. I'm beat." Casey asked John.
