Thanks to rexbrookdale, his help editing this story is much appreciated. I hope you enjoy it. Your constructive feedback and vote are always appreciated.
Disclaimer: This is a work of sexual fiction; use of condoms, getting tested, and use of birth control may not be described or mentioned in this fantasy story but in real life, of course, one would practice safe sex.
All characters in this story are fictitious and of legal age. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
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Randy had just awoken from a restful sleep with a raging case of morning wood and had to piss most urgently. He extricated himself from the embrace of a very soft and warm bedmate and made his way to the bathroom. He took his time starting a pot of the coffee that the hotel provides while waiting for his hardon to subside, for as we all know, one cannot piss through a hardon.
He had taken leave and driven into town to serve as the best man in the wedding of an Army buddy. The plan had been to stay with Dave, a friend from home who had moved to this city upon his discharge from the Air Force. That plan had been altered the night before when he stumbled upon the gorgeous woman who had haunted his dreams for years, and who was presently in his shirt, keeping the bed warm.
Randy relieved himself and as the coffee began to brew, he phoned Dave to let him know that he would be delayed.
"No shit," Dave had said. "What gives?"
Randy told him that the wedding had gone as planned and so had the reception, until he met Barb, the aforementioned bedmate. He told Dave about how their paths had crossed in the bar downstairs during the reception, that they had danced a few times, that one thing led to the other, and they had ended up spending the night together. He also mentioned that his plans might change, and that he would get back with him once he figured out what the day was to bring.
After hanging up, Randy became aware of his relative state of undress and called the front desk to ask to have a bellman sent up.
The coffee finished brewing and he poured a cup. Shortly after his first sip, the bellman knocked. Randy answered the door and explained that he needed the bags in his pickup. He described the truck, gave the bellman the tag number and the keys, and tipped him twenty bucks. In no time flat, he returned with Randy's bags. Randy thanked him and locked the door after hanging up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign.
As he removed his shaving kit, Barb's sleepy voice asked, "Do I smell coffee?" He heard the rustle of the bed sheets and caught her in my peripheral vision.
"Yes, would you like some?"
"Not yet."
It's not hard to maintain discipline given military training. Still, it was a little difficult to continue his usual routine with such a tousled, soft bedmate in close proximity. He made his way into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and shaved. He started the shower and then went back to the dresser to set out some clean clothes.
He heard her ask, "Why are you up so early?"
"I have a habit of rising early and I usually work out first thing," he answered in between swipes with the razor across his stubble. "This morning, though, I'm forgoing the workout, since we've already exercised." He rinsed and turned to look at her through the open bathroom door, smiling.
She stuck her tongue out and smiled back, then arched and stretched again.
Randy thought,
She looks better in my shirt than I ever will.
He got in the shower and began to lather up. Hearing her come in and use the toilet, he braced for the abrupt change in hot water temperature that always comes after the flush. It was a pleasant surprise when the water did not change; furthermore, Barb peered around the shower curtain and asked if she could join him. He gave her a most enthusiastic, "By all means, please do."
She stepped in and positioned herself facing away from him under the spray, nudging him smilingly out from under the warm cascade. He began to lather her up, soaping her back and paying special attention to her toned ass. Reaching around her, he began at the top again, lathering up her perky breasts, paying them more attention than he had her ass. He rolled her hard nipples between his thick thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan, and soaped his way down her abdomen to settle on her wet pussy. His soapy fingers followed the streams of water down through her pubic hair and rubbed between the folds of her slick sex. She moaned and backed into his erection. He pulled her tightly against himself and kissed her ears and neck while playing with her nether lips. Brushing her wet hair aside with his nose and cheek, he kissed her nape while his fingers circled her clit. Her skin became covered in goose bumps and she pushed back against him urgently, moaning as she shuddered in orgasm. For several minutes they stood pressed against each other under the warm stream of water, his arms around her, holding her until she calmed.
He lovingly shampooed her hair and massaged her scalp, lathered her again with soap from top to bottom and then rinsed her off, paying attention to all parts of her.
His turn was next. She took the soap, turned him to face away from her, and began to wash his back. She took her time washing his shoulders and laterals and finally, worked her way down to his muscled ass. Once satisfied that he was sufficiently sudsy, she turned him around to face her and lathered up his chest, playing her hands over his pectorals and then running them downward to trace the lines etched into his abs, tickling and teasing as she went. Soon, she made her way to his very erect cock. Wrapping both hands around him, she soaped his member up and began to slowly masturbate him. One hand moved to lightly squeeze his balls; he moaned and his cock jumped and pulsed, causing her to smile and giggle. He was leaking copious precum by the time the soap was washed off.
He felt her lips on his neck and collarbone, and then down his torso. She settled on her knees, and began groping and massaging his ass, then moved her hands to his front side. "This thing is so hard and thick," she said, looking up while fondling his cock with both hands, and then expertly delivered a slow, sensuous blowjob. She kissed and licked his length, swirling her tongue around and over the head, paying special attention to the leaking slit.
Placing the entire head in her hot mouth, she hollowed her cheeks, sucking and using her tongue, sliding more and more of him into her mouth. She took him in her mouth as far as she could and then backed off, teasing the tip, then took some more, going farther each time until she gagged and had to back off again. Each time, she increased the intensity and speed of her hands, jacking the full length of him.
A tingling feeling deep in Randy's balls signaled his impending eruption. He began to pump in and out of her mouth, and when she took him as deep as he had ever been and held him there, he moaned. She started jacking him with increased speed and grip strength, looking up into his eyes as if pleading for him to finish.
"I'm getting close," he told her, and she hummed, sending a vibration through his cock and all the way up his spine. Her tongue action increased and so did the speed of her hands; his orgasm was imminent. He hollered to warn her, and she responded by taking him deep, letting him know it was ok to empty into her mouth. All at once, he roared and came hard; suddenly getting weak in the knees. He could feel her mouth and tongue and lips around him, swallowing and sucking; it sounded as if she struggled with the load. She continued stroking him and didn't quit sucking until his cock stopped convulsing and began to go flaccid.
Kissing and licking her way back up his torso as she stood up, she said, "I had no idea so much cum could come from one man." She had always wanted to try swallowing cum, but her husband was repulsed by the idea and would not allow it.
He scrunched his nose up and then smiled at her. "Did you enjoy yourself? I know I did."
"Mmm hmm," she hummed.
"I always knew you would be incredible," he said softly, kissing the top of her head as he turned the water off. They left the shower and playfully toweled one another dry.
Her hair wrapped up in a towel turban, she made her way to the dresser and began to lay out some clothes. Satisfied with her choices, she put on a pair of comfortable-looking floral patterned cotton bikini panties, and returned to the bathroom to dry her hair. Finished with her hair, and unaware that he was watching her in the mirror, she started applying her makeup. Randy dressed as he watched surreptitiously, and then took a seat at the desk to wait for her. Once she'd finished with her makeup, she came into the main room and began doing a reverse strip tease, tormenting him as she dressed slowly, all the while caressing herself.
She stepped over to the mirror, smiling back at him through her reflection, and briefly appraised the way she looked, Satisfied, she asked what his plans were for the day. He thought it would be nice to have breakfast together, and then see where the day took them. She agreed; breakfast sounded good to them both.
The restaurant was easy to find; downstairs past the lobby, and they were greeted by the soft sounds of clinking silverware and the smells of coffee, eggs and toast upon entering. The hostess seated them and took their orders for coffee.
Barb waited until after the waiter had come around and they'd ordered their food to begin the breakfast conversation by asking Randy his age. He told her that he was 32 and that he had been in the Army for almost ten years. He had joined after finishing college and would probably make a career out of it. He told her about sapper school and about some of the places that he had served.
She smiled while he talked, and he watched her beautiful lips move along the rim of the porcelain cup. She then confided that she had always wanted some excitement in her life. He encouraged her and so she explained how, fresh out of college, she had married an older man who was very conservative, and set in his ways. "He provided for me financially and was a great companion, but he was not into expanding his horizons. He worked and stayed near home, and I had my career. We never went anywhere, never did anything different or exciting. He encouraged me to go anywhere I wanted to go but I never did," she said sadly. She tried to smile, countering a tear that had welled up and ran down one cheek. "Thomas died two years ago."
Randy squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry."
