I slept pretty good last night. Maybe it was from all the hours I'd been working, or the hours behind the wheel yesterday, or the physical exertion from last night, or maybe it was the smell of these sheets. God, how I love the smell of fresh sheets! On my days off, I usually slept in, trying to catch up on what I lost during the week. This morning, I awoke to the smell of a beautiful blond who was leaning over me with a good morning kiss.
"Good morning handsome." She kissed me again, kind of slow and tender like. She had one hand on my cheek and the other on my piss filled cock. "I have to leave early now but will be home sometime after lunch, I hope you can stay another night." She gave me a good squeeze, another kiss and then she was gone.
I had a lot on my mind at this very moment, but first I needed to run to the bathroom and take a leek and wash the stink off from last night with a hot shower. I let the water run before I pulled the curtain and the water felt luxurious as I just let it run over my sore body. Now I was hoping that the bar soar didn't have some kind of girly scent. I gave my cock a good lathering and a couple of slow strokes for good luck. I must have used all the hot water cause it was cooling off rapidly when I finally turned it off. When I returned to my room to dress, the clock said it was 9:30 and my stomach was growling.
I made my way to the dinner and was surprised to see the breakfast crowd was mostly gone. There were dirty dishes still on several tables so I sat at the counter. "I talked to her last night and she was disappointed that you didn't call." Her name was Janet or at least that's what the name tag said. I didn't remember her but she knew who I was. "Molly described you to the T." and if I was you I'd call her this morning.
I ordered the special and took my coffee outside and pulled my cell from my hip pocket. It's hard to hold your coffee, a phone, and a piece of paper with a phone number all at the same time. She answered on the second ring and invited me to come and set on her porch swing. The directions seemed pretty simple; what did I have to lose?
The food appeared just as I returned and Janet hovered over me with the coffee pot. She looked like somebodies grandmother; short with an almost square body, stocky legs, a big ass and a ledge for tits. I don't know how big they were but she couldn't see her feet and her bra size had at least 2 letters. I was just pushing my plate away when she blew on my neck and said, "If you stay the night, I'm off tomorrow." I paid my bill and went out the door with a smile on my face. I had been around some aggressive women, but this was a little strange.
It's only six blocks and her directions were simple and straight forward so I only had to ask directions once from an old man walking his dog. From a half a block away I could see her in the doorway of a white cape cod. The screen door was already cracked open; I think she was anxious for my arrival. As I stepped inside she pulled me into a warm kiss and then another. She was wearing a flimsy shirt with writing on it and a pair of those silky runners' shorts. She led my through the house to the back porch. It was one of those that covered the whole length of the house. It was the obvious gathering place as there were leather arm chairs, bean bags, books of all kinds, a big screen TV and a wooden swing that was hung from the ceiling on chains. There was a big smile on her face when she said;" you want to help me rock my swing?"
Before I could answer she threw her arms around my neck and tried to beat my brains out with her tongue. I grabbed a handful of her ass and pulled her close. There was no doubt that she could feel my growing cock against her belly. Her hand dropped and found my muscle and gave it a slow stroke or two. She led me to the swing and gave a little push to set down. There was a soft cushion against the wooden slats and as she straddled my legs and covered my face with her kisses, I was hoping the chains wouldn't break.
