Thanks to rexbrookdale for his help with editing this chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of sexual fiction; use of condoms, getting tested, and use of birth control are discussed in this fantasy story but not always used; in real life, of course, one would always practice safe sex.
For the second time in as many nights, Randy awoke in the arms of a warm bedmate.
Just like every morning for as long as he could remember, he had an erection and needed to piss. He carefully got up, trying to not wake Barb in the process, and made his way to the bathroom.
They had spent the previous day seeing the sights. Both were in town to attend a wedding and had stayed on, enjoying each other's company. Barb -- Mrs. Chamberlain -- was a former high school English teacher of his, who'd played a leading role in some of his sexual fantasies. They'd hit it off after running into each other at the reception.
He threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to the hotel gym to work out. Sweaty from a five-mile run on the treadmill, he returned to find Barb in the shower. He quickly undressed, and she squealed as he slipped under the warm water behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her ear.
"Good morning, beautiful."
She shivered in response and swayed her hips, grinding her ass against his erection.
How does he always know exactly what to do?
She wondered. He bent his knees to line his cock up with her pussy. She gasped when it butted up against her sensitive lips and leaned forward to brace her hands against the shower wall as he entered her from behind. Once fully seated in her hot tunnel he backed up some; with both hands on her hips he pulled her ass snugly against his groin and thrust forward, pumping in full strokes several times. She pushed back, grunting with each thrust.
Oh God, I can't take much more of this ... I'm gonna cum. He'd better hurry!
Her legs began to tremble as her grunts turned into gasps, his powerful thrusts generating squishing sounds each time his hips met her butt.
His hamstrings began to burn; he was just about to pause when she shrieked, tensed, and then went weak in the knees. They sank down together; he supported her, holding her weight against his body and following her, still joined, onto the bathtub floor. They ended up on their hands and knees with his legs bracketing hers. It was tight quarters but he needed to finish the job. They backed up as far as the enclosure would allow, and then he directed her, pulling on her hips to raise her ass up a little. Once they'd settled he resumed pumping into her.
Barb panted, voicing her approval. Over the steady slapping sounds, she managed to spit out, "Oh, God Randy... Yes ... fuck me!"
Randy obliged her. His strokes were neither gentle nor rough; they were pure animal instinct. There was no teasing now: he had a hard dick, and filled her receptive orifice with it.
She screamed again, crying, "Fuck me, Randy!"
Soon enough, his balls tightened and his cock swelled. He suddenly pulled her fully onto him and roared, expelling his load. Temporarily exhausted, he slumped over Barb and caught his breath. She groaned as his cock went flaccid and slipped from her. A minute later he stood them both up and, turning her to face him, wrapped her in a hug and kissed her.
Grateful for the hotel's seemingly endless hot water, they finished showering. Randy toweled her off, lavishing her body with kisses. She purred, appreciative of the attention and when he finished she wrapped her hair with the towel, turban style, and set about getting herself dressed.
He went into the main room, flopped down on the bed and nodded off.
When he opened his eyes, pleasantly awakened by Barb kissing him, he noticed that she had done her hair and was clad in bra and panties.
"You are amazing." She squeezed and stroked his flaccid cock and balls, adding, "This is amazing." Her expression turned sad. "We have to check out soon, and I need to get to the airport," she said, smothering him with her body and kissing him. "Would you mind giving me a ride?"
Randy was actually ahead of her, having already given the matter some thought. It was mid-June, she didn't have classes, and he still had more than a week of leave left. "How about this: cancel your flight and ride home with me. I haven't visited Mom in a while and we could surprise her. Now, I'm not suggesting any commitment, but we could get to know one another a little better."
She shrieked in delight, and then kissed him. "You would change your plans, just like that? Are you sure?"
He grinned in response. None of his plans had been solid, anyway. "Why not? I wouldn't mind getting to know you better, if you know what I mean."
"Oh my." This was way more than she'd hoped for. She gazed into his eyes for a few moments, considering. "Okay, I'll do it. There's so much I want to do with you." She squeezed his cock again and looked at it and said, "And you!"
Especially you!
As it was going to be a 14-hour drive, Randy dressed comfortably in an old t-shirt and grey Army sweat pants. Barb wore a skirt and camisole top. They finished packing, checked out, and had a late breakfast.
He pulled into a gas station to fuel up, and stocked the cooler while she disappeared into the restroom. Just as he'd filled and iced it down, she came out and headed toward the truck. She was smiling and seemed to almost float across the parking lot, a mischievous grin on her face.
Is this really happening?
she wondered.
Am I really about to drive halfway across the country with a man I barely know?
Choosing not to ask what was on her mind, he opened the door and she climbed in. Once closed, she leaned through the open window and pulled him in for a fortifying kiss, to give herself the courage to go through with it.
It was nearly 1 p.m. and they had a long drive ahead. Randy climbed in, started the truck, and made for I-75 heading north. Destination: Chattanooga.
Barb chattered a little nervously about how beautiful she found the scenery, and then scooted over next to him on the seat. She was quiet for a minute or two. "Thank you for changing your plans. It means a lot to me that you want to spend time with me."
What could he say? He did enjoy her company and was living out a long-time fantasy. "You're welcome. Truthfully, this plan is much better than my original one."