I stood at my hotel room door as the young girl I had just spent the last several hours with walked down the hall to the elevator. I marveled at how well her ill fitting, homemade clothes hid such a lovely, shapely body and the completely unshaven under arms and legs. As soon as the elevator doors opened for her to enter she turned and gave a final wave and innocent smile.
At the same time a woman entered the hall from the vending machine room carrying a bucket of ice and a Coke. I immediately recognized her as the forty something business woman who had ridden up on the elevator with us earlier. She had shed her tailored business suit, stockings, and heels and changed into a more casual skirt, a sweat shirt type top that hung low over one shoulder, and sandals. The tight French style bun of light red hair from earlier was combed out and hung down to her shoulders.
As she got closer she smiled the same pretty smile she had given me earlier as I exposed the bare ass of the young Amish girl as we rode up on the elevator together. I returned her smile as I admired the nipples which pushed against the fabric of her top.
I spoke up, "I hope you don't have to drink that alone."
She came to a stop just a few feet away saying, "I will have to unless you join me."
I returned with, "Or you could join me and we could add some bourbon to it."
With a coy smile she added, "That sounds like a good idea. I take it your young friend is not returning?"
I stepped aside to let her enter the room saying, "No, that was just ships passing in the night."
She smiled offering, "I hope it was a pleasant journey for both ships."
I immediately reached for the white capped hotel glasses to pour us a drink but before I could even take the ice bucket and coke from her hands, she walked straight up to me and pressed her body against me. Her face was just inches from my face as if she was going to kiss me; I could feel her breath on my face and hear her inhale my scent.
Less than a minute passed then she said, "I find it very erotic and exciting being close to a man who has the scent of another woman on him. I can smell her scent all over your face." She kissed my mouth lightly as if she was savoring the taste.
My hands went to her hips as she leaned back, "Please tell me more about the young lady...ahh ship, you passed in the night."
"Well, I'm not sure just how much I know. I met her this afternoon downstairs in the bar. She had an Ohio driver's license which said her name was Gretchen and that she was twenty-one years old but the picture on the license was not the same girl."
"Hummm, very erotic and very intriguing; do tell me more." She said as she leaned forward again to kiss me lightly and inhale the aroma; I pulled her hips closer to me.
"She was Amish and as you could tell she wore homemade clothes. She was freshly scrubbed and her legs and under arms were completely unshaven."
"My goodness, was she a virgin too?" She asked with a devilish smile.
I gave a little laugh and replied, "No, she lost that to one of her church elders. Supposedly he caught her and her boyfriend in his barn trying to learn about the facts of life. The elder ran the young boy off with a stick then inspected her to make sure she had not been "damaged". He then bent her over a bale of hay, lifted the back of her dress, and popped her cherry from behind."
"I hope you took better care of her than that."
"I did my best." I replied, and then added, "Her total sexual experiences were being "taken" from behind with her dress up. She had never been nude with a man nor had she seen any more of a man than what came out the front of his britches. I was the first to go down on her and she tasted wonderful as you have already found out." We smiled at each other and kissed.
"Did she have a nice body?" She asked.
"Very nice! She was shapely, firm and smooth. She had a very nice set of "C" cup tits with light pink, very sensitive nipples and a large triangle of thick pubic hair from her pelvic mound all the way around her tightly puckered, virgin ass. The sheath that hid her tiny pearl fell downward like candle wax forming exposed brownish lips that could not be hidden by her vulva and thick pubic hair."
As I described the young girl to the woman in my arms she became flushed and her chest began heaving so she could catch her breath. I moved my hands around her to the firm round cheeks of her ass then pulled her pelvis firmly against me.
"Would you like to have been with me and tasted her first hand?" I asked.
"I'm not sure I am ready for that just yet. But, I have had it on my mind since I first tasted my husband's mistress on his lips a few months ago."
We had not even exchanged names yet she moved backward slightly and slid her hand down to the front of the shorts covering my swollen cock. She looked at me saying, "I want to taste the young girl on this too."
As she opened the front of my shorts I didn't bother to tell her that I had used rubbers and she would not really get to taste the young girl's juices on my cock. She slid down my body to her knees and took my swollen cock in her left hand; her wedding rings with a rather large diamond were clearly displayed on my engorged shaft. Her lips moved over my swollen purple head covered with drying cum.
As I laid my hand on her head she lifted her right hand to support my cod sack. Once the drying cum was cleaned from my cock her lips moved to my sack where I'm certain there was plenty of evidence remaining of the young girl's juices. She inhaled lightly before taking each one gently into her mouth.
After several minutes on her knees searching for the young Amish girl's scent she stood and asked, "Didn't you promise me some bourbon for my coke?"
I kissed her lightly then said, "Absolutely I did but you will have to tell me more about tasting your husband's mistress on his lips."
As I poured our drinks she began, "Well there really isn't much to tell. He came home from work a few months ago and I gave him a kiss like I always do; I could smell another woman's pussy on his lips."
She continued as I handed her a bourbon and coke, "I was furious at first then as I thought about it I became aroused. I kissed him passionately several more times to enjoy the scent then sat down on a kitchen chair, took out his cock, and covered it with kisses; I could smell his Mistress's cunt there too. That night after he was sound asleep I masturbated in the bathroom before going to bed."
I asked, "Have you told him that you know about the other woman?"
"No, I have been changing bank accounts and investments into my name before I tell him I know about his affairs. I know he is still having sex with another woman because he is too stupid to clean up afterwards and I can always smell her."
"Have you considered that he may want you to know about the other woman and that is why he does not clean up?"
"No I haven't considered that but I do get aroused smelling the scent of the other woman and I usually give him a good fuck or at least a blow job when I smell her. Do you think that is strange of me?"
"Not at all, when I was married my wife and I had an open relationship and often had sex with others. The first time she came home with another man's cum drying in the crotch of her panties, I got so excited that we fucked right there against the kitchen counter. After dinner she told me about how it got there and whose cum it was we about fucked each other's eyes out."
We began kissing more passionately and my hands moved under her top to touch her hard nipples. She moaned as I rolled her nipples between my fingers,"Mmmm. Are you going to eat me?"
I lifted her top over her head before replying, "I've been thinking about it." My mouth moved to her nipples and suckled them as my tongue danced around and over them.
