When my wife first mentioned what she called, The Dallas School Girls, I thought of them as simply a clique of women, and one gay man, all in their 60s who had stayed close friends since middle school. I met most of them at parties or dinners. They were all smart, successful, and quite beautiful.
It wasn't until after my wife passed away that I learned the real secret of the Dallas School Girls. -Emmerson
Jan looked simply amazing. Even bored waiting in the airport baggage claim she got me hard looking at her; wearing a "Houston Texans" t-shirt, with the red and blue longhorns curling around her breasts and blue denim jeans that melted to her full, round ass, I could barely walk by the time I got to her. She seemed very excited, rubbing the bulge at the front of my jeans and whispering how she was going to suck my cock the minute we got in the car.
Which she did! Before I could put my seatbelt on, she had my pants open and was gobbling my cock. When I asked what would happen if a security guard caught us, quite exasperated, Jan said, "Then I'll blow them, too, until they go away!"
I shut up and enjoyed it, hoping that if security did arrive, it would be a female officer.
But security did not bother us and Jan had a delightful oral orgasm and I had three. As she wiped her mouth, she said, "That should hold me."
I chose not to ask what she meant by that.
The hotel the girls had chosen was like a resort; with a golf course, a giant pool, sauna and several private cottages scattered throughout the grounds. When we pulled up, Jan made no move to park or even get out of the car.
"Aren't you coming in?"
She gave me a soft kiss that tasted of cum. "It's not my turn, Lover."
I got my bag from the trunk and gave her a kiss before walking inside.
The lobby was expansive and lavishly appointed. I walked up to the registration desk and gave Matthew my name. "Yes, sir. Staying with us for it looks like two weeks. The lady has already checked in." Lady? One of the Dallas School Girls must have gotten here first; most likely the one who put the room on her credit card. "Here is the second key." He pointed with two fingers toward a large glass door at the far end of the lobby. "Luminosa Villa. Just out the door and left at the pool. Phillip will take your bags."
As I followed Phillip he decided to make small talk with just a hint of a southern accent. "Two weeks? What ya gonna do for two whole weeks? As if I didn't know."
"Just visiting friends,"
"Well, if all your friends are as pretty as the woman I helped in your room a little bit ago, you're one lucky fellow. Even if she's the only friend, I would..."
"Thank you Phillip," I thought it best to cut him off before learning what he would "do" with my "friend."
As I approached, I saw Luminosa Villa was a stand-alone cottage surrounded by acacia and cactus. One entire wall was floor-to-ceiling windows, intended to provide a spectacular view of the 18th hole of the resort's golf course. At the moment, all the curtains and shades were closed.
When I unlocked the door and stepped from the bright sunlight into the dimly lit room, I paused at the door, allowing my eyes time to adjust. The living room was bigger than my garage, appointed in a Mediterranean style with dark copper pillows on a gold upholstered sofa. "Is that you, Pilllip?" A woman's voice called out from the bedroom. "Be a dear. And bring me some water. You'll find a straw in my purse on the kitchen counter."
A straw? I was intrigued.
As I filled a glass at the kitchen sink, I did a quick snoop in the bright gold purse. I found a flexi-straw and the hotel receipt. A memory dawned on me when I saw the name Georgia. Jan had told me her friend Georgia had a thing for blindfolds and soft bondage. I quickly took off my clothes, picking up the glass and padded on bare feet into the bedroom.
The Mediterranean theme continued in here. The huge four-poster bed held a dark copper drape that matched the pillows on the sofa. But it also held Georgia. Her arms and legs were spread wide, each tied about a foot up on a corner post, so her limbs were off the gold bedcover. Her hair was shining gold and her face seemed lovely, but it was hard to tell in the dim light. And the top half covered by a blindfold. I walked to the bed and held the straw to her lips.
"Thank you, Phillip."
I crossed the room and opened the curtains. Georgia yelled, "What are you doing? Phillip, I had you close the curtains for a reason. We don't want every perverted golfer at the resort drooling at our window, do we?"
The late afternoon sun shone on her large, bare breasts, turning her huge areola a deep copper. Her thick blonde pubic hair, spread open by the leg ties, sparkled with moisture. Her waist was thick and her tummy was soft and begging to be kissed.
She was awfully mad at Phillip. "I said shut the curtains, Phillip. Now!" I walked back to stand alongside the bed. I leaned over her scrumptious body, inhaling her perfume, both floral and vaginal. My cock was growing at the sight and smells of the woman who had a man tie her, naked and blindfolded, to the bed to await another man she'd never met. I don't know what Phillip thought he would "do with my friend," but it was nothing compared to what I intended to do.
I purposely scratched the straw against the glass. "Oh yes, Philip, more please." I touched the straw to her lips, but when she opened her mouth, I moved the straw away just ever so slightly. She strained forward sticking out her tongue to find the straw. I moved it just to one side and she turned her head and strained at the ties. "Don't tease me, Phillip. I can't suck it when you do that. Hold it still and let me suck it!"
I could not have asked for a better cue. I moved the glass and straw, placing the tip of my dick on her tongue. It took a second, but she pulled back. "Oh no, Phillip. No more of that. I already told you; once for helping me get tied up. But that's all."
I squeezed my shaft just behind the head and a large dollop of pre-cum oozed from the slit. I held the head over her tongue and angled it down. "No, I said...oh my," her tongue had discovered the slick fluid. Georgia sighed, "You found my weakness, sweet Phillip. I do love cum." She opened her mouth, swallowing my cock as I pushed forward.
When my swollen head hit the back of her throat, she coughed and sputtered. "You're not Phillip! Much bigger than Phillip. Much bigger than ..." I pushed myself back into her mouth. This time she didn't choke, let alone complain. She started to hum as she relaxed, taking great joy in sucking me. "Mmm. So big. You're Jan's friend, aren't you?" When I didn't reply she squirmed at the ties. "Untie me. I like to see who I'm sucking."
I took my cock from her mouth. "NO! I didn't mean I wanted to stop! Come back here."
I sucked her left nipple. "Oh, yes," I moved my head to the side without touching her. She arched her tits out. "Where are you?" I bit the side of her breast. "FUCK yes! Now stop that!"
I flicked my finger across her engorged clit. "OH GOD! Where are you? Suck my other tit next!" I leaned low to kiss her right earlobe. She giggled, "That tickles!"
I crouched down next to the bed, putting my face next to her shoulder, without touching her or the bed to give away my position. I kissed the side of her neck, softly opening my lips and my teeth.
"Oh baby yessss," she crooned. I closed my mouth, letting my teeth drag across her skin as I sucked hard at the last moment, I bit down with just my front teeth almost guaranteeing a bruise.
"OH GOD YES!"
I stood, quietly stroking my cock.
Georgia cocked her head, straining to hear. "So quiet. What are you doing?"
I lifted on knee to rest on the bed. Putting a hand behind her head, I guided her forward as I arched up. When she felt my cock at her lips, she opened her mouth and started sucking me again. "I love how you taste." She slid her mouth down my shaft until her nose was buried in my pubic hair, "I love how you smell. Now I know why Jan loves you. Clean and masculine and..." I pulled my cock back, enjoying her tongue circling my head and caressing my shaft. "God yes."
I pulled back so only my head was inside her lips. I reached down letting my finger tips graze her pubic hair. With the other hand I squeezed my cock, forcing more pre-cum to the surface. She licked it off and swallowed hungrily. "More." She whimpered, "Give me more cum."
