"Hold your horses Sam! I'll be right there!" I grumbled as I stumbled out of bed. The clock on the bed stand said it was one thirty in the morning. I was still half asleep as I reached for the hotel room's door and asked angrily, "How could you lose your key?"
"I have my key right here," Beth grinned, patting her purse. "Unfortunately it doesn't work on your door."
"Beth!" I snapped in surprise as I blinked hard twice trying to force the sleep from my eyes. She was wearing jeans and a nice shirt. She was also carrying a six-pack of beer.
"Aren't you going to invite me in? My mother is probably looking for me," Beth giggled. She was obvious at least buzzed. She looked down the hall in both directions acting as if her mother would arrive any minute.
I was forced to smile. She reminded me of the old Bugs Bunny cartoon where Elmer Fudd looks from side to side in an exaggerated manner, turns toward the camera and says, 'Shhh. Be very quiet. I'm hunting rabbit!'
"Come on in," I laughed, moving away from the door. Beth entered and quickly shut the door. I shook my head and added, "You really look like you're afraid your mother will find you."
"You don't know my mother!" Beth replied, no longer smiling. "She was over protective before dad died, but since then she's been a crazy woman!"
"Where did you get the beer?" I asked, changing the subject. Beth's smile returned.
"A bunch of us went out after the wedding. I'm surprised you didn't come. I looked for you, but you were nowhere to be found," she said with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm surprised your mother let you go," I said, not answering her unspoken question.
"The doctor went," Beth said in explanation.
I nodded, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was thinking about my earlier experience with Sylvia. It was so wrong! She was my best friend Sam's sister and it was her wedding day. Okay, so her groom was passed out and she was being her typical bitchy self, but I still couldn't believe that I actually blackmailed her into sleeping with me. It was so unlike me! It must be because I was drunk. Okay, drunk and horny.
"Did you even talk to the poor man?" I asked, returning my focus to the beautiful woman in front of me. Beth was short, with curly dark hair. Her chest was small, but her ass was perfect, at least in my opinion. Sam would say it's a little too big, but I like a large ass on a woman, as long it's shapely.
"He was too busy talking up little Ruthy," Beth replied. I felt a twinge of jealousy. Ruth was Sam's youngest sister and my favorite. I always liked her and probably would have asked her out if she wasn't Sam's sister.
"Was he getting anywhere?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Not with Ruthy," Beth snorted. "He kept bringing up his car and the house he recently bought."
"Oh boy!" I said, rolling my eyes. "Ruth is the least materialistic person I know. He should have talked about how his job helped people. He is a doctor after all!"
"I know! Ruthy is always a sap when it comes to helping others," Beth said. I nodded, but didn't really agree. Ruth just cared about people. That didn't make her a sap, at least not in my book.
"So, what brings you here?" I asked, changing the subject.
"A rebellious nature?" she offered with a grin. "I don't like my mother interfering with my love life. It's not like I'm a kid anymore. I'm twenty four!" She really sounded miffed.
"You're an only child?" I guessed.
"Yes," Beth sighed, calming down considerably. "I'm all mom has since Dad died." She sounded almost ready to cry.
"You love her a lot," I smiled knowingly.
"With all my heart," she replied, but then she frowned and added angrily, "But that doesn't mean I'll let her run my life!" She really was drunk. Her emotions were all over the place.
"So, why don't you tell her that?" I asked. Beth looked off into the distance and nodded.
"I guess it's time," she sighed. She smiled at me and changed the subject. "I didn't come here to talk about my mother."
"Which bring me to my earlier question," I said. "Why are you here?"
"I want to get drunk and relax with a man I find attractive," she smiled, handing me a beer.
"Well, it looks like you've the former covered," I teased. Beth laughed.
"Now, if I could only find an attractive man," she joked back.
"Don't be nasty," I replied.
"I would never," she said, placing her hand over her heart. I laughed as she added, "Besides, that Sylvia's job in the family and she does it so well."
"That's not very nice," I said with a shake of my head, and then nodded, adding, "But true, so very true!"
We talked about Sylvia and the wedding for a little while as we drank. She got us both another beer and changed topics. She started talking about her job. It sounded very stressful. It looked to me like poor Beth needed a break from reality. That was probably why she was here.
"Let me give you a massage," I offered. It was pretty much out of the blue.
"What?" Beth asked in surprise.
"You sound like you could use a massage. I'm told that I'm pretty good at it," I replied.
"Are you sure your not just trying to get me out of my clothes?" she grinned.
"Of course I am," I replied. "But that doesn't mean you can't use a massage." Beth laughed and stripped down to her bra and panties. She certainly wasn't shy! I was still in the shorts I wore to bed.
"Lay down on your stomach," I said, pointing to my bed. Beth moved to me, wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me. She broke away after a moment and I asked, "What was that for?"
"Just think of it as payment for the massage," she giggled.
"And what if I do a really good job? What kind of payment will I receive then?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
"We'll see," Beth laughed.
I started with her shoulders. They were tenser then I expected. She really did need to relax. It took my quite a while to loosen her muscles. I worked her neck, shoulder and back until she was sighing contently. I then moved down to her legs. They were thick, but not fat. They were also nicely shaped.
"My God!" Beth moaned. "You should go into business. You'd make a bundle!" I smiled and kept on rubbing her calves with a long, deep motion. I worked my way up to her thighs. Beth looked half asleep, but she parted her thighs slightly to give me access. I smiled to myself when I saw a slight damn spot already forming on her panties.
"Would you like me to continue with your glutes?" I asked.
"Glutes?" Beth asked.
"Gluteus Maximus," I replied. She looked back at me over her shoulder. Beth still looked confused so I added, "Your buttocks." She smiled sexily.
"Why not," she said with almost no hesitation. "It's been a while since a man touched my ass." I raised an eyebrow and she winked, adding, "Okay, maybe not that long!"
I laughed and move my hands to the top of her ass. I used the heels of my hands and moved with small, deep, circular motions. It didn't take long for that damp spot to grow. It wasn't the only thing. I could smell her excitement and my cock stiffened considerably.
"Lower," Beth sighed. I moved my hands down to the cheeks of her ass. She moaned as I continued to massage her buttocks. It was thick and muscular. She would flex it every once in a while, causing my cock to jump.
"Lower!" Beth demanded. I slipped my fingers into the crease between her legs. Her panties were soaked by then. I could feel the heat radiating off of her.
"How's this?" I asked as I gently rubbed her clit through her underwear.
"I think it's time we discuss your payment," she replied with a smile as she rolled over. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her tongue caressed my lips so I opened my mouth. Beth took the invitation and soon our tongues were dancing against each other.
"I want to taste you!" I growled, breaking the kiss. Beth's eyes were filled with lust as she removed her bra and panties. She stood there sexily.
"So, why don't you?" she asked. I picked her up and plopped her down on the bed. She giggled and playfully tried to get away. I pulled her back by her ankles. She started laughing, but didn't stop wiggling. Beth was on her stomach, but that didn't stop me. I drove my tongue between her legs and into her pussy.
"Oh yes!" she groaned, no longer laughing or fighting me. Her legs moved apart, giving me better access. I took full advantage, causing her to cry, "You have a wicked tongue!"
She came once and tried to move away, but I refused to let her. She seemed uncomfortable for a moment, but then she relaxed and started enjoying herself again. She was nearing her second orgasm when she said, "Fuck me! Fuck me now! I want to feel you inside of me!"
I stood briefly and removed my shorts. It took a couple of tries because my cock was standing at full attention. Beth watched and raised her eyebrows when she finally saw me naked.