Hotel Stay

“Honey,” you say as you read the email on your laptop. “The company approved the training seminar and wants me to go next week.”

He walks into the room. “Where is it again, and for how long?”

You tell him about the city and convention center where it will be. “And the company will pay for everything. Travel, lodging, and even meals.”

He comes closer and kisses your forehead. “Next week and you will be gone for most of the week? Do you have to fly, or can we drive?”

“What do you mean ‘can WE drive’? This is work related,” you say.

He sits on the couch. “I know, but I can take some time off from work. Driving would save your company the cost of a flight, you won’t need a rental car, and you can get either a queen bed or two twins in the hotel room, so we only need one room.”

You think it over for a moment. “But it will take a day longer to get there.”

“We can either drive straight through and switch drivers, or we can stop for the night somewhere around the mid-point.” He says, getting up and moving closer to you again. “Remember, when we first married, we talked about driving cross country or just going on long road trips. It won’t be that but…”

“We could treat it like a vacation, especially since the company will pay for our hotel room at the conference center.” You finish. “You sold me on it. Let me email my boss.”

Shortly, you received an email saying “The cost difference between airline ticket and rental car for a week, and only paying you for mileage there and back, were enough of a cost savings that your offer was approved. Please ensure you save all fuel receipts and allow enough travel time to arrive at the conference hotel by Sunday afternoon.”

“We are approved, dear.” You say happily.

He comes up behind you and hugs you. “I thought they would go for it. I looked at the best routes to get there. Near the mid-point there are many hotels if we want to stop for the night.”

It's Friday, your husband fills up the car, as you print off hard copies of your information for the training conference. You know everything is digital now days, but you would hate to drive for two days and have the computer lose your reservation.

Then you pack your bags. Mostly business attire and casual clothing, with a couple pairs of jeans, underwear, socks, and workout clothes. You want to be ready to relax when you aren’t at the training seminar.

“We should leave early tomorrow.” He says as he returns and packs his bag.

“I agree. I have the neighbors taking our mail for us and watching the house.” You tell him.

He goes to you and kisses you. “You always plan ahead.”

Before the sun comes up the next morning, you leave. He drives as you sit in the passenger seat and relax.

You start listening to music, a playlist he created called “Drivin’ Tunes”, full of peppy, singable tunes from the ’50s all the way up to recent songs.

After the third song, you ask, “These are good. When did you make this?”

“The other day, after talking about driving, I thought ‘What songs do I miss listening to on drives?’ So, I made a playlist and made sure it had various songs and performers.”

You nod in agreement. “What do you want to listen to when it ends?”

“You can pick whatever you want, an audio book, podcast, or whatever.”

You relax in the seat and listen. After a while, you drift off to sleep as the morning sun is warm on your skin.

You wake up when he pulls into a rest stop. You both get out, use the facilities, grab something to snack on, then return on the highway.

He is still singing and enjoying the music as you travel.

By lunchtime, his music ended, and you put on a “comedy” podcast. “Do you want to stop soon, get some lunch, and put fuel in the car?” You ask.

He yawns. “Yeah, that sounds good. We are a little less than half a tank, but I could use a break.”

He finds a truck stop, where you fuel up, park, and get some lunch. The food is good, but you have to get back on the road. “I’ll drive for a bit.” You volunteer. You switch from comedy to a true crime podcast.

After adjusting the driver’s seat and mirrors, you get back onto the road. Your husband, after a few miles, falls asleep.

While you are driving, the story is really intense.  You clutch the wheel at times, and your whole-body tenses. You turn on the headlights as the sun goes down.

“Are you okay, dear?” your husband asks. You were so focused on the road and the story, you flinch.

You let out a slow breath, that you didn’t know you were holding. “Yeah, honey. I’m okay.” You respond.

“Did you notice that we are a few miles from the hotel, where we are stopping for the night?” he says slightly concerned.

“Oh? Let me switch the podcast off and put it to music,” you say. Your shoulders feel tight.

In a few minutes, you park in the hotel parking lot. Pulling out your bag, your back feels sore. “Are you sure you’re, okay?” your husband asks again.

“Yeah, I’m just a little sore and stiff.” You respond.

As you check in, you notice the hotel clerk is cute, and she smiles at you. You can’t tell if she is flirting with you, both you and your husband, or if that is just her being friendly. “If you need anything, just call, and I will bring up whatever you want.”

“Thanks,” you say as you take your bag to the room. Your shoulders and back feel stiff. You lie on the bed for a moment.

“Hey, honey. I realized I forgot to pack a few things. I saw a store nearby as we pulled in.” He says as he goes through his bag.

You groan. “Okay, give me a minute and I’ll go with you.”

“No. If you really don’t feel well, why don’t you lie down, go for a swim, call for a massage, or whatever?” he says as he grabs the car keys.

“Okay.” you respond.

The hotel has a pool. Maybe a swim is what you need. You forgot to pack a swimsuit, so you change into your sports bra and bike shorts, then grab a towel. Down in the lobby, you see the clerk and ask about the pool. “It’s over there. Just follow the signs. I wish my shift was over, because I would join you. Maybe another time.” You smile back and thank her. You can feel her watching as you walk away.

When you open the door, the smell of chlorine is strong. The pool is empty.

You set the towel on an empty chair and dive into the water.

Ooohhh the cold water feels so good on your skin. You do a few laps back and forth. Stretching your muscles as you do a lap of freestyle, a lap of backstroke, and a slow lap of breaststroke.

It feels so good as you stretch, breathe, reach, and kick. You wish you had someone to share it with, but maybe later. Even though your exercise bra, you can feel your nipples are hard. After a few laps, you lean on the edge of the pool, just breathing and slowly kicking your feet. You feel better. This helps, but maybe some time in a hot tub would help too. You see the small spa pool off to the side.

Getting out, you walk over, leaving wet footprints on the concrete. There is a button and a timer on the side for the water jets.

You step into the hot water. It is hotter than you expected, but it feels good. You reach over, set the timer and hit the button. The water pump kicks on, and powerful jets move the water in a circle. You lean back with your lower back against one of the jets. It vibrates and pounds you. It feels good.

You feel the vibrations through your body. You wonder if the clerk would like to be in here with you. Slowly rubbing her body against yours. Maybe you should return with your husband. You imagine him caressing you as the jets of water move against your bodies. The thought of it excites you a bit. Your nipples were already hard from the cold water, but now your pussy is tingling too.

Looking around, you notice there is a large picture window facing the hotel gym. There is a guy in there. He is on the treadmill, jogging at a steady pace.

He smiles at you, and you smile back. Through his sweaty t-shirt, you see he has a toned body. You wouldn’t mind having him in here.

You move to the other side of the tub, and lean against the edge, so that a jet shoots water at your crotch. The moving water feels good on your pussy as you spread your legs. “It’s a good thing I am wearing bicycle shorts instead of a bikini, or I would probably have lost my bottom by now.” You think to yourself.

For a moment, you imagine the guy on the treadmill licking your pussy as the hotel clerk plays with your breasts, pinching and sucking your nipples. You reach under your bra and pull a nipple. That, and the force of the waterjet, feel so good. With your other hand, you pull the front of your shorts down and you feel the water pulsing on your bare pussy.

This is heavenly. You are going to cum.

The timer on the water jets dings and the pump turns off. “Damn it. I was so close.”

The guy on the treadmill points to himself, then to you, and the hot tub.

You look at your watch. Your husband should be back. You look at “treadmill guy” and shake your head, as you get out of the hot tub.

Grabbing your towel, you dry off, then wrap it around you before you return to your room.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” The desk clerk asks in a slightly suggestive tone. “The water jets on that hot tub can help a woman relax better than any man.” Then she winks.

“It helped. I might come back down with my husband, in a bit.” you respond.

“Just remember the pool is supposed to be closed between midnight and 4am,” she says with that same friendly smile.

“Do you feel better?” you hear as you open the door to your room.

Your husband is putting a few things into his bag and pulling out others.

You come up behind him, kiss his neck, and hug his chest. Your wet sports bra leaves damp marks on the back of his t-shirt. “Should I tell you the nasty thoughts I had while I was in the hot tub?”

He turns, kisses your mouth, and hugs you tightly. “There is a hot tub. Mmmmm We could have a lot of fun, either by ourselves or with the right people.”

“Let me strip out of my wet clothes, and, if you are up for it, you can eat my pussy, as I tell you, my dirty fantasy.”

He lays a few dry towels on the bed, as you get naked.

Lying down, you spread your legs. He strips off his clothes too and looks down. “Oh, you were really enjoying yourself in the pool and hot tub.”

He puts his head between your thighs and blows a gentle breath on your pussy lips. After feeling the hard water jets, this feels different. Then you feel the tip of his tongue lick up and down.

“You don’t want to wait for my fantasy?” you ask.

“Your pussy looks so ready; I didn’t want to waste time.” He says, smiling up at you. “What fantasy has you so excited?”

As he slowly licks your pussy, you tell him about the desk clerk, treadmill guy, and your thought of having both of them simultaneously in the hot tub.

Your husband sucks your clit firmly, as he fingers your wet open cunt. You are breathing harder, imagining the clerk’s mouth on your clit and treadmill guy’s cock fucking you. It feels so good.

He stops and slowly moves up your body. You feel him slide his hard shaft into you. Spreading your legs wider, you pull him deeper into you.

You feel his mouth on your left nipple as he sucks it firmly. “Yes”, you say as you feel your orgasm building. Wrapping your legs around his, you feel him thrust harder and deeper.

Your orgasm flows through you as you hold him tightly. His cock is pulsing inside of you too. “Yes, cum too, my love.” You think.

He kisses you and pulls you both onto your side, with him still inside of you. “Do you feel better, Dear?” he asks.

“I do. Did you enjoy my naughty fantasy?” you ask as you feel his softening cock slide from you.

“I did. I wish we could have done a foursome in the hot tub.”

“If you are up for it, we can see if anyone is down there.” You respond.

Shaking his head. “Not tonight. We need to get an early start in the morning. And I have a feeling that the fantasy will probably be more enjoyable than the reality.”

You snuggle up to him. “You are probably right. Besides, you never know what we will find at the hotel during the training conference.”

You both sleep well.

In the morning, you find your bill slipped under your door. In a feminine script, you read “Thank you for staying. I hope you had a great time, and stay with us again.” signed Candice.

“Honey,” you say, reading the bill with a smile. “Did we plan on staying here on the return trip?”

Road Trip - Part 3 - Turnabout

 

After the Truck Stop and your interesting time in the Ladies’ room, you said that you want to drive for a while. When we get back to the car, you open your bag and find a clean pair of panties.

Looking around to make sure no one is watching; you pull off your damp thong and change into a dry pair. “Wow. You really are in a brave mood today. First the rest stop, and now here in the parking lot. Are you trying to attract attention from the truckers?” I ask laughing.

You straighten your skirt, climb in the driver’s seat and adjust it. “I could pull my tit’s free as I’m driving, but I don’t want to cause any accidents.” You playfully respond.

The sun is getting lower in the sky as we get on the highway. As you pass the road signs, you calculate how many hours it will take to get to the hotel. You sigh at the thought of arriving and checking after it’s already dark.

“What’s a matter? Why the long sigh?” I ask. “Oh nothing, I just realized that we won’t get to the hotel until after it's dark. I wanted to check in and walk around the town. I know it’s just a little tourist trap, but…” “I know. You want to see if there are any seasonal specials. We can do that tomorrow. We have the whole weekend, if you want.” I say. “I thought we were going to….” You start. “My love. I took enough time off, that we can relax, spend a couple of extra days in the hotel, and not worry about anything else.” I reassure you.

You lean towards me and turn your head, and I kiss your lips. “I’m glad. I think we need some time just to ourselves.” You say as you lean back in the seat and relax your grip on the steering wheel.

The traffic on the highway is lighter than you expected, so you turn up the music on the radio. It is all “Oldies” and “Classic Rock”. I start singing along to some of the songs, and I rest my hand on your thigh. “What are you doing?” you ask. “I thought ‘turnabout’ was fair play.” I comment wickedly.

“Maybe later lover. There are still other cars on the highway, and you don’t want to distract me.” You respond. I remove my hand from your thigh. “Ok, then I guess I will just have to occupy myself as you drive.”

You hear me click my seat-belt, undo my pants and slide them down. My soft dick and bare ass are full exposed as I re-latch the seat-belt. “Mmmm you are right. The warm seats feel good on a bare ass.” “Are you really going to do that while I drive?” you ask. I turn the radio down and start stroking myself. “What? I am just doing a little something to occupy my time.”

You keep focused on the road, but from time to time you glance down and see my hard cock. I cup my balls with one hand and slowly stroke it with the other. “Can I try, something?” you ask. “Of course, Love.” I say removing my hands as my cock stands fully from my lap.

You shift lanes so you are in the passing lane, and then reach one hand and grip me firmly. As you accelerate to pass a large commercial truck, you move my cock as if you were shifting gears. Forward, back, and to each side. “Mmmm That’s different.” I comment.

“Just wait. I think I remember the pattern. First gear.” And you move it hard to the left. “Second gear” you pull it back. You accelerate a bit more, “Third gear.” As you pass the truck, you pull my cock back hard. “Fourth Gear…….And now Overdrive.” You hit the accelerator harder and jerk my cock all the way to the right and up.

We hear the trucker blow his horn. From the rear-view mirror, you can see him smiling as you move ahead of him.

You release your grip and put both hands on the steering wheel again. “Do you think he liked that?” you ask. “I wasn’t expecting that. It is a good thing I wasn’t lubed, or I would have cum already.” I say slowly stroking it with a lighter grip. “Awww did I hurt it?” you ask in an exaggerated tone. “If you weren’t driving, I would have you kiss it and make it better. But I will take it from here.” I lick my palm and slowly rub around the tip. “Are you really going to jerk off as I drive?” “Why not, you played with your pussy and offered to suck me as I drove. Do you want me to play with your pussy as you drive?”

You look around, counting the vehicles on the road. “Not yet.” You say in a distracted tone. “Okay. You drive and I’ll just amuse myself.” And I start stroking myself with long slow strokes.

“Maybe I will pull next to the next big truck and let you give them a show.” You say joking. “Do what you want.” I respond and close my eyes, stroking a bit faster.

You notice my fingers playing with the tip, working it like a pair of lips. The motion reminds you a bit of what you did at the Truck Stop. “Are you fantasizing about having your cock sucked at the ‘glory hole’.” I am breathing a bit harder. “Yes, imagining you, on your knees, taking me through the wall.” I grip my shaft and then work around the tip, my eyes still closed.

There is another large truck ahead. You move to the passing lane but don’t accelerate too fast. “Tell me more.” You say.

You drop a hand to your lap, under your dress, and softly rub your crotch. The dry cloth feels good against you as you rub.

“You don’t know it’s me, so you talk dirty to me like I am a total stranger. You tell me that you’ll suck me, but your pussy is for your husband.” My cock is so stiff as I say this. “What if you offer to pay me to fuck my ass though the hole?” you say in a seductive tone. “If you slide your money through the hole, I will press my ass against wall and let you fuck me.”

I stroke more slowly and grip more tightly. “Yea, I can imagine it. Your dress raised up; your cheeks spread wide as you back up against strange cock.” You can imagine it too, as you rub your pussy a bit harder. “Tell me how my tight ass feels.” You say in a breathless voice.

You are slowly passing the truck and almost lined up with the driver’s cab. I grip the tip of my cock firmly and move my hand down while I have a tight grip. “Your ass is so tight. I just want to cum in it.” I say breathing harder. “Then cum. Shoot your jizz into my slutty asshole. Be the faceless stranger who’s cum drips from my ass.” You say in a firmer tone.

I pump my cock and spurt all over my hand. The trucker yells “Yea Boy! Look at that!” and blows his horn. I open my eyes and grab a napkin from the glove box to wipe myself clean.

You put both hands on the wheel again and pull ahead of him. He tries to come closer, but you accelerate and pull away. I lean over and kiss you. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” I ask. “You will have to wait until we get to the hotel to find out. Now pull up your pants before someone else sees you.”

You squeeze your thighs together for a second. “In the hotel room, I might have something special for you.” You say, thinking of the various role-playing games we can do. “I can’t wait.” I say as I finish fastening up and relaxing. I turn the radio back up and we enjoy the rest of the drive to the hotel.

Cyber Connection - Chapter 3: Going to the Fair

 

You wake up the next morning, and look at your phone. “What am I going to do?” you ask yourself aloud.

Last night after Bobby logged off, you chatted with Jen. She had a few ideas. Things like “Wait a couple of days to talk to him” and “let him make the first move”. She also reminded you that her offer to have you go with her and Roger to the County Fair was still open.

Once you are clean, dressed, and at work, you see that next week’s schedule is up. You don’t have to work neither Saturday nor Sunday. It’s the first time you’ve had a whole weekend off for a while. You check with the Manager to make sure you read it correctly. He lightly chuckles “Yep, we have some new hires who need some weekend time. You enjoy yours, and be ready for your shift on Monday.”

You smile, thank him, and remind him that you still have today’s shift to work. Quickly you text Jen, before you pick up your cashier drawer, “Hey, Jen. I’m free for the weekend. So Fair tomorrow?”

A smiley face emoji pops up “Yay! TTYL.”

You quickly reply “TTYL” and send a “kiss” emoji.

Your shift goes well. Not as happy as yesterday, but you still smile at customers and they all seem to smile back. No angry customers or major complaints. All in all, a good day.

Once you are home, you check both your phone and your computer. You want NiceGuy63111 to make the first move this time. You eat dinner, check your other emails and messages, and then decide to go to bed. Part of you wants to text him. To tell him you enjoy chatting with him. But then you shake your head as you stand up. “I almost sound like one of those lovesick teens in a bad drama. Just get some sleep, and enjoy tomorrow with Jen and Roger.” You say aloud as you clean up and get ready for bed.

The next morning, Jen texts “Come over to our place this morning. The Fair opens at noon.” You look at it. Maybe you should just do things around your apartment until then. Before you can start typing, you read, “Roger says if you come over, he’ll cook both of us breakfast.”

You think about it. “Roger is a great cook, and their place is closer to the fairgrounds. Maybe it’s what I need to keep Bobby out of your head for a bit.” You respond, “Give me a few minutes, then I’ll come over. Is he doing pancakes or eggs?”

“I don’t know what he has in mind. He won’t let me into the kitchen. I think there is bacon or sausage cooking already.” She finished with a smiley face with hearts emoji.

You smile and shake your head. “I’m on my way.”

After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, you drive over. Saturday morning traffic isn’t bad, so you are still in a good mood when you arrive at their place. Jen pulls you in as you ring the doorbell, giving you a hug. “I’m glad you’re here. What did you do last night?”

You hug her in return, “Nothing. I took your advice and didn’t DM him.”

She gives you an odd look. “Oh. I was hoping that you ignored my advice and had something really juicy to tell me.”

You smile brightly, “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I was a good girl last night.”

“Who was a good girl?” Roger asks as he steps from the kitchen, wearing a grilling apron over his shorts and T-shirt. He kisses you on the cheek and you do the same to him, feeling his morning stubble on your lips.

“She was. She didn’t DM ‘Mr. NiceGuy’ last night.”

“NiceGuy63111” you correct her.

“Aww. Darn, I was hoping to hear more about your sexting.” He sniffs the air, “Whoops, let me get back to the kitchen.” Then turns and gets back to cooking. You and Jen sit at their table. Roger brings out the coffee pot and a couple of mugs. “Do you want pancakes or omelettes?”

“I’ll have whatever Jen’s having.” You respond.

“One unwrapped, uncut, sausage.” He says jokingly.

Jen stands up, grabs him by the crotch and pulls him back into the kitchen. “That’s my sausage, and she never gets it. Do you understand. Make us pancakes.” She says in a mock dominatrix voice.

“Oooo now I’m curious, is his sausage that good?” You playfully ask.

You, Jen, and Roger have known each other for years. If they ever get married, you’ll probably be Jen’s maid of honor, but for now you’re always happy to see how much they love each other. Ok, maybe you’re a little jealous of their relationship too, but they are good to each other and great to be around.

The pancakes are great. Light and fluffy, with melted butter, and warm syrup. Roger also put a sausage on your plate. It must be from the local farmer’s market because you could see the tip push out though the casing. “You weren’t joking about being uncut.” You comment as you take a bite. It’s somewhat spicy but different than the ones you’ve had.

“I thought both of you ladies might enjoy them.” He says with a smile and a wink.

“You should have gotten the spicy Italian ones. Maybe I will have to go and find one at the market for myself next time.” Jen comments with a wink.

All of you spend the rest of the morning enjoying the breakfast and chatting. You help clean up afterwards.

You all load up into Roger’s convertible. The weather’s nice so he puts the top down. “Jen, have you guys ever done it in here, with the top down?”

Jen blushes for a moment. “I have a fantasy about doing that, but Roger reminds me that there really isn’t a lot of room. And as much as I fantasize about doing something in public, I’m really chicken to try.”

You think about that. “Maybe I should ask Bobby if he has ever done anything in a car, or in public?”

“He’s probably sexted about that as a fantasy with someone. I hear that ‘in public’ is a common fantasy.”

“Almost as common as Threesomes.” Roger comments playfully.

Jen places her hand on his lap. “I already told you, I’m not sharing. I’m a selfish bitch when it comes to you.” Once again using that mock Dom voice.

He bows his head for a moment. “Yes Dear.” You laugh at that. Roger is almost a full head taller than both of you, so every time you picture Roger being subservient to Jen, you laugh. Especially when you imagine Jen in a skin tight leather outfit and Roger wearing just a pair of Speedos, which barely fit him.

You mention the image in your mind to Jen, who also laughs. “Maybe you should see if Bobby is into that kind of fantasy?”

After you get out of the car, you walk behind both Roger and Jen for a moment. Both of them are in good shape, and you really can imagine them as a fetish couple. Though as Jen has admitted that she is too much of a chicken to try any of that. Heck, you’ve never tried that either. Only read about it and seen it in pop culture.

As you walk through the gate, you smell various fried foods, popcorn, and cotton candy. The rides have already started and you hear sounds of people screaming in joy and excitement. There are bells, noises, and lights. Everything you expect at the fair.

“Before we ride the rides, lets go down to the Livestock judging.” Jen says.

“Sure” you respond. You have all day, so you follow them to the Livestock Pavilion. The smell of animals is so much stronger than you expected. It pushes away the other scents of the fair. The three of you look at the sheep, goats, and cows. There are horses in another group of stalls. The horses don’t stink as bad as the other animals. 

Roger points to the ‘Poultry Barn’. “Let’s see what’s in there.” Inside you there are chickens, geese, ducks, and turkeys. Some have ribbons attached to their cages. You really don’t know anything about judging or livestock, but the ribbons are pretty.

In another building, there are jams, quilts, carvings, and other handmade goods that were judged. You wish you could have had free samples of the jams, but tasting was done yesterday.

Soon you all head to the rides. Bumper cars, tilt-a-whirl, merry go round, and the Ferris wheel. You notice that the Ferris wheel is a small one, only large enough for two people per car. You whisper in Jen’s ear “I dare you and Roger to play with each other while riding it.”

She looks at it, and then you. The lower part of it swings up and covers you from the waist down. She whispers something to Roger. He nods and smiles. “If we do it, what are you going to do?” She asks.

“I’ll cook you dinner at your place and clean up afterwards.” You say.

“It’s a deal.” Roger responds.

They board the wheel and you move away from the line so you can watch them. The wheel is slow to load. One car at a time until all dozen are filled. You notice that both of them have their hands below the safety shield. You really can’t see what they are doing, but Jen’s face is turning red. She makes faces you’ve never seen her make before. The noises of the fair are covering whatever noises she is making. Roger is also making some strange faces. Soon the ride is over. When it is time for them to step out of their car, Jen adjusts her shorts, as does Roger. Roger has a stain on his right leg.

You rush up to them. “How was that?” You ask in amazement.

Jen is a little wobbly as she walks. “I’ll tell you when we get out of here. Roger needs to change his shorts.” He walks behind both of you, to hide the stain.

“Ok, fair is fair. Let’s go and I’ll make dinner.” You say, giving Jen a sideways hug.

Jen can’t believe that she jerked off Roger as he fingered her, in public.

You smile at her quick vague descriptions. “Isn’t it what you always fantasize about. Doing something in public?” you ask.

“What are you making us for dinner?” Roger asks as he drives home.

Jen smiles. “She doesn’t have to cook. I have something better in mind once we get home.” She then turns to you. “You better go back to your place. Roger and I will be busy all night.”

You smile at that. “If you’re sure?”

“Why don’t you see if your ‘NiceGuy’ has any public sex fantasies?” She responds with a wink.

You head back to your apartment. You log on to your computer, but stop before sending him a message. “Maybe I should offer to create an erotic fantasy for him?” You say aloud. You the pull up a document and write a “Ferris wheel sex fantasy”, then you save it and make a quick dinner. “I should have gotten something at the fair, but Roger’s pancakes really were good.” You eat, clean up, and go to bed. Tomorrow will be another day.

(I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3 and return next week for Chapter 4. I might keep this story going depending on what “you” do with “NiceGuy63111” next time. If you enjoyed this, Like and Leave a Comment. If you enjoy my stories, follow and subscribe. See you next time.)

Road Trip - Part 2 - Truck Stop

 

We have been enjoying our road trip. After we had fun at the Rest Stop, we got back on the road. You were satisfied by me, so you took the blanket, laid it across your lap fell asleep for a bit.

You feel the car slow down, you open your eyes. “Is everything all right?” you ask. “Yeah, we are still a number of hours from the hotel, so I wanted to stop and take a short break at the Truck Stop. Did you want some food?” I respond. “Yes, but I need to use the restroom first.”

We stop and get out. You adjust your short skirt as you stand up. You are still not wearing panties since the rest stop. You reach into your bag and grab a thong and put it in your purse, so you can put it on in the Ladies’ Room. I notice, and make an exaggerated frown. “Awww. I thought you were enjoying riding commando today.”

You lean close to me, kiss my cheek and say “My love, do you want me to sit in the Truck Stop restaurant and flash all of these truckers as we eat?” 

“You could, but I understand. Let’s go use the toilet first and then we can order some food.”

You go into the ladies’ room and enter the first stall you see. You sit down and use the toilet. You notice a hole in the wall near your head. Written in marker it says “Glory Hole. Knock if you want Cock”.

You finish peeing, wipe yourself and flush.

You stand up and take a moment to put on your thong. You had always heard the rumor of glory holes. “Those are just in porn movies” you tell yourself.

Than you take a moment, “What the hell, I’ll see what happens.” You knock on the wall. “Knock, Knock, Knock”

You wait for a few seconds and then the tip of a penis pokes through the hole. It is pink and thin, but you are intrigued.

You get right up to it. You softly grip it, so you can slowly lick around the tip. “It is definitely not my man.” you think. It looks different and tastes different. You lick down the small portion of shaft sticking through.

It is getting harder. You like the idea of sucking some strange guy. You suck the tip. You take it deeper in your mouth. You take it until your face is pressed against the wall.

It isn’t comfortable. But maybe if you suck him harder, he'll cum quickly. You put your fingers around it as you suck. You hear a groan though the wall as you work your mouth back and forth on the tip and shaft. You feel the pre-cum making it slick.

You suck him harder and taste his sour cum in your mouth. You take some toilet paper and wipe your mouth.

“Knock, Knock, Knock”

You look and see a larger, thicker, and darker cock poke through the hole. “Mmmm That looks tasty.” you say. You stroke it and lick it. This one feels better as you work your mouth around it.

As you do your pussy is getting damp. “I love the feeling of sucking strange cocks” you think to yourself. You lick and suck it. You take as much of it in your mouth as you can.

You hear “Oh Lord Jesus” through the wall. His cum spurts in your mouth. You are surprised how it tastes so different than the last one. Less sour, a bit more acrid. But not bad.

You wipe your mouth again as you hear some muffled comments though the wall. Then “Knock, Knock, Knock”.

Another dick sticks though the hole. “I’ll do this one, but then I have to go.” you say in a low tone. You don’t really want to stop, but you don’t want me to get worried about you.

This one is a dark pink, with a foreskin that is slid back. You slide the foreskin back and forth a bit and the tip gets darker. You lick and suck it. Your tongue gliding down the shaft. It feels different than the other two. You wonder how this one will taste. You stroke it faster and suck it harder. Your pussy definitely damp with desire. You wish I was licking your pussy as you suck these strange cocks.

It cums in your mouth. This one is a bit sweeter than the other ones.

You grab your purse, get up, and leave the stall, before someone else can knock. You wash up at the sink. Looking in the mirror you rinse your mouth, and put on some lipstick. As you do, another woman who is obviously on vacation, walks in and uses that stall.

After a few moments you hear a light “knock, knock, knock”. You wonder if it was her or from the other side. Regardless you hope she has as much fun as you did.

You look in the mirror one last time, make sure your top and skirt are straight. “I will need to change panties again.” you mutter.

When you come out, I’m standing just outside the fast-food restaurant. “Is everything all right?” I ask. You nod, “Let’s order something, then I will tell you all about it as we eat, I have a good appetite now.” you say as you lightly brush my crotch and wink suggestively.

Cyber Connection - Chapter 2: Talking to Jen

 When you wake up the next morning, you check your messages to see if NiceGuy63111 sent anything. No. But he normally doesn’t message in the morning. He works a 7–4 job somewhere, so he’s normally out of the house by the time you wake up.

You look at your watch, and get ready for work. You remember that you’ve got the morning shift.

On your way to work, you text your friend Jen. “Jen, If you’ve got time today, can we meet during your lunch break or coffee break?” You are lucky that she works as an office assistant only a couple of blocks away from the restaurant.

As you pull into the parking lot, your phone dings. “Sure. Shall we grab something at the coffee shop around 10:30?” you read.

“Ok. I should be able to take a break then. TTYL”

The manager is already here, checking to make sure the night team didn’t leave any messes behind when they closed up. You smell the grill and the fryer as they both heat up. You get your cash drawer, quickly you count and confirm what you have, then slide it into the register.

All morning you have felt pretty good after last night. Your smile at each customer has been met by a similar one. It’s almost like your good mood is infectious.

Even the lady who comes back, complaining that her hotcakes weren’t right, does it politely “Miss, I hate to bother you, but my order isn’t right.” She says, handing you her receipt. You glance at it and her tray.

She is correct, so, you hand the receipt back to her. “Ma’am if you wait a moment, I’ll get the right order for you.” You say as you tell the line and they quickly hand the right order, which you in turn hand to her. She smiles and says in a sincere tone. “Thank you. That’s why I like coming here. You’re always so helpful.”

You realize as she sits down that this was the same woman, the other day, complained about her coffee and said that she was never coming back.

As the breakfast crowd thins out, you wipe down the counters and tables.

When it gets closer to 10:30 you tell the manager that you want to take your lunch break early, before the next big rush shows up. He agrees and takes over the register. You grab your windbreaker and cellphone. “Jen, I’m on my way.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” She responds.

The weather is nice, and you really don’t need the windbreaker, but you also don’t want your uniform shirt visible while you sit in a competitor’s coffee shop.

You enter the shop, get a drink and a sweet roll, then you sit and wait for Jen. The spices in your drink go well with the frosted sweet roll.

Jen comes in and waves to you. “Let me place my order first, then we’ll talk.” she says. She gets a tall sweet foamy drink and a huge cinnamon roll, then sits across from you.

“So, what’s up?” she asks as she takes a sip.

You look at her, “Do you and Roger enjoy sexting?” you ask.

She leans forward, “Sure. From time to time. Especially when he travels for work. Why?”

You tap your phone and pull up Bobby’s messages from last night. “Has he ever done anything like this?” You ask as you slide the phone to her.

She takes a bite of her roll and reads the screen. She slows down her chewing as she reads the messages more intently. She swallows, then takes a sip of her drink. “You did this last night?” she asks.

You nod. “Has Roger ever done..”

“I wish.” She says leaning back in her chair for a moment. “Maybe next time he travels, I need to really step up my sexting game.” she says. You look around realizing that she said that louder than you expected. She hands your phone back. “Wow! He just described massaging you. No sex, no dick picks, no requests of nudes from you?” she says with a tone of disbelief.

You shake your head and grin. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Should I try take it further? He said he used to be really good at this.”

Jen leans forward again. “What do you mean? Is he some sort of ‘male cyber slut’?”

You shake your head. “No. He told me his marriage broke up from him sexting and online porn.”

Jen takes another bite of her roll. She chews on it while thinking. After she swallows, she asks “Where would you like this to go?”

You take a sip as you think about it. “I don’t know. When we signed off last night, I had to finish myself with my toy.” you say in a low tone.

“So” Jen says in an equally low tone, “you want to know if I think you should ‘go all the way’ with him?” You nod as you finish your drink.

Jen finishes her roll. “Realistically. I would continue to go slow. See if he wants to do ‘online oral’ or something. Save doing more for later.”

“Ok, Thanks.” You tell her and check your watch. “I should get back to work.” She nods and looks at her phone. “Yeah, I need to bring back drinks for the rest of the office.” As you both stand up, you hug each other. “So, can you join me and Roger on Saturday?” she asks.

“They post the schedule, later in the week. I’ll know then and text you.” You respond. “Thanks again, talk to you later.” You smile as you leave, and she places a large order to go.

You feel good, and the rest of your shift goes well. No major complaints and nothing out of the ordinary. When you get home, you tingle with anticipation.

“Are you home yet?” you text NiceGuy63111, as drive home. He hadn’t responded by the time you enter your apartment. You change out of your uniform, and into sweats and a T-shirt without a bra this time, then log into your computer. You open the chat app, as you also check emails. He hadn’t responded yet, but you try to keep hopeful thoughts as you make dinner. Heating up one of those easy microwave noodle meals. Not the healthiest of options but neither is the food where you work. You add steamed vegetables to balance it out. You mix it all into a bowl and then sit in front of your computer.

“Hi. I just finished eating dinner. How was your day?” You see the message appear on your screen.

“It went well. I’m eating dinner now too. I made noodles and steamed veggies. What did you have?” you type and take a fork full of food.

“I picked up a burger and fries on the way home. I had a busy day at work, so I didn’t feel like cooking.” He responds.

“What made it so busy?” you ask. He answers, talking about deadlines, customer complaints, and being shorthanded since one of his guys quit. As he vents his frustrations, you type a supportive “That sucks” or “Wow” so he doesn’t feel like he’s ranting alone.

You finish eating and place your empty bowl on the desk. “I wish I was there to help you feel better.” You type.

“I wish you were here too.” He responds. “We could sit on my couch and watch a movie.”

“I would like that.” you respond. “Can we try that as a fantasy? Like you did with the massage last night?”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I want to see if I can help you relax like you did me.” you type.

He takes a moment to respond but then you read “Ok… You come over to my place…..We are sitting on my couch.”

“I’m sitting next to you, leaning my head against your shoulder.” You continue.

“I put my arm around you and snuggle. I have a large bowl of popcorn on my lap. Oh, what type of movie are we watching?” He types.

“Does it matter?” you respond

“The movie helps set the mood.” He continues “Are we watching a Rom-Com, an action movie, a thriller, or a family movie? You don’t need to pick a title, just tell me what you imagine watching with me.”

You think about it then type “I’d like a rom-com, like ‘Pretty Woman’.”

“Ok, so the lights are low in my apartment aside from the TV screen. I have a large metal bowl of popcorn in my lap, which we share.”

You smile at his description, imagining how good it would feel. “I continue leaning my head against your shoulder. I feed you a couple pieces of popcorn, then eat a few myself.”

“Mmmm. I like that. Yes, I gently take the popcorn from your fingers, so you only feel my lips.”

“He is so good at this.” you think. Then you type. “I rest my hand on your crotch and feel the warmth of the popcorn bowl on your jeans.”

He types back, “I move your hand, so you can grab more popcorn.”

“I put it back and rub you through your jeans.”

“Stop. That’s not what I want.” He types.

“Bobby, What if it’s what I want?” you ask. “I want to make you feel better. Don’t you want me unzipping your jeans and stroking or sucking you, to make you happy?”

There is a long pause before he responds.

“I told you yesterday that Sexting was part of what ruined my marriage. I like you. I don’t want rush or push things.”

You type, “But last night felt so good. I want to do the same for you.”

“But it’s not what I want. Not right now.” He types, “I like the fantasy of you next to me. A female friend just sitting and enjoying a movie with some popcorn. It’s not a date or anything. Just two friends enjoying each other’s company.”

“But what if I want more!” you reply. “What if my fantasy is to come over to your place, snuggle next to you, and then have sex? Can’t I get that too?”

There is a long pause before he responds again. “Why don’t we stop here for the night? If you want to sext, in the style that I do, it takes time and a little creativity.”

Before you can type a response, he continues, “I’m not saying that I don’t think you can do it, but I am saying that it’s more than ‘get naked’, ‘get hard’, ‘lick it’, ‘suck it’, and ‘fuck until we cum’. Reread what I wrote last night. Read how I described what my fingers did and what you felt.”

“I can do that” you quickly type. “I can focus on describing what you feel, how hard I make you, and how good you taste.” As you read your own words, you think “Where is this coming from? Is it because he turned me away or because it feels like a challenge?”

“Let’s call it a night. If tomorrow you want a sexting fantasy, I’ll be better prepared for it.” you read.

“What do you mean prepared for it? Like having to take Viagra or something?” you ask genuinely curious.

A laughing emoji pops up, with “No nothing like that. It’s more that I need to think of you as a woman who wants to have sex with me. Not a friend coming over.” There is another pause, “As I told you, I’ve made changes to my life. I try not to look at every woman as a sex object, I try to listen and pay attention to them as people, and I try to keep friends as friends. IRL I don’t have any ‘friends with benefits’, so I don’t do that online either.”

“Ok, Bobby. Let’s log off. Talk to you tomorrow.” you say.

“Goodnight.” he types and posts a sleeping emoji.

You aren’t sure if it’s shock, anger, or frustration about what happened, but you feel too keyed up to go to bed. You text Jen. “Hey, You won’t believe what happened tonight…”

(This was Part 2 of my multipart story. If you enjoyed it, Like and leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, subscribe and follow me. Part 3 will post next week. See you then.)

Cleaning the Office at Night

 

You work for a small cleaning company that is responsible for an office building.

It’s the end of the day and you are alone, going from empty office to empty office, ensuring they are clean.

As you push your cart around, emptying waste baskets, and wiping down desks, you notice an office with the lights on and the door partially opened.

Looking in, you see a young guy, leaning back in his chair and watching porn. On the computer screen, you see an older woman with her skirt hiked up, sitting on a desk and a younger man licking her pussy. She is moaning.

It looks so exciting and you wish it was you.

The man in the chair pulls his dick out of his pants and starts stroking it. It is a nice-looking cock. But you know he shouldn’t be here, so you fully open the door.

“What are you doing?” you ask in a loud voice. He is startled and embarrassed.

“Ummm… I…aah, was just finishing up the monthly reports.” He says as he minimizes what was on his screen, but you still hear the moaning and grunting coming from the speakers.

“Sir, no one is supposed to be in the building. Do I need to call security and tell them what I found?” you ask in a professional and stern tone.

You hear “Yesss! Yess! Fuck Me harder!” from the speaker. He clicks the speaker icon and mutes it.

“Please don’t tell anyone. I really was working on the reports, and then I got bored. If they find out what I was doing…”

“It could cost you your job.” You respond.

Looking down you see that his prick is still hard. He’s cute and you’re now horny too.

“I won’t say anything, but under two conditions. One, show me what you were watching,” as you close the office door, “And Two, I want you to lick my pussy.”

He swallows nervously. “Are you sure?”

You smile broadly and nod, walking around the desk.

Restoring the video to full screen you see the video of a man fucking a woman on a desk. The title at the bottom reads “Female boss fucking male secretary”.

You watch for a moment as she lays him on the desk and rides him hard.

It looks so good and you feel excitement growing in you.

You slide the papers to the side of the desk, pull down your slacks and panties, then sit on the top of the desk. It is smooth and cool on your ass.

“You did the first part, and now I need you to do the second.” You say spreading your legs wide. He gets on his knees, his cock still out, and you feel his hands on your thighs as he brings his mouth closer to you. The tip of his tongue slowly licks up and down your pussy lips. You grab his head and pull his mouth on to you.

“You enjoy watching an older woman and a younger guy? Show me how much you want it.” You say in a commanding tone.

“Yes, Ma’am” he says as he licks you faster. You feel his fingers grip you harder as his tongue goes deeper.

His face is so smooth as it rubs between your thighs. You feel his tongue going up and down between your wet pussy lips, then his fingertips on the hood of your clit as he pushes back and then licks it.

The slick warm feeling of his tongue on your clit is so good.

You grab a handful of his short thick hair, and pull his mouth closer still.

“Suck my clit.” You command him.

His mouth is warm and wet as it covers your clit, and you feel a gentle suction at first. It gets stronger as he sucks you harder.

“Yes, put your finger in my cunt as you suck my clit, little boy.” You tell him. You feel his finger slowly going in, moving inside of you, and then out. He does it again as he licks your clit.

You spread your legs wider to give him more room as he works two fingers in more confidently and sucks your clit again. On the lower part of your legs, you feel the waistband of your panties stretching, so you bring your legs back in a little closer.

It feels so good, you tighten your thighs around him in pleasure and hump his mouth. You are breathing harder, as you feel the wave of pleasure move though you and orgasm around his fingers and mouth, holding his head tightly against you.

You slowly release him, and see his still hard cock as he stands up.

You get up. “Lie on your back, on the floor.” You tell him. His cock looks so fresh and ready, you want to ride him, like the woman in the video. With him flat on his back, you fully remove your slacks and panties, before you straddle him and slowly lower yourself on to him, you rub yourself with his tip and shaft.

Moving back and forth, spreading your wetness along his hard dick. You slowly feed him into your wet and open pussy. He feels so much thicker than his fingers, as you work yourself up and down until you take him all the way in.

Then you lean forward and pinning his hands down.

“I am going to ride you until I cum again. If you cum too soon, then you will have to lick me clean. Do you understand?” You say, looking directly into his eyes.

You are enjoying the power of control you feel over him.

Slowly rocking back and forth, he feels so good inside of you. As you go forward you grind your clit against him and you enjoy the pressure.

Your top and bra are still on. You let go of his wrists, sit up and open your top. Then you grab his hands again and rub your nipples against his shirt as you continue rhythmically riding him.

You do this harder and faster. You’re breathing harder too.

You are enjoying this so much, and are going to cum again.

Your pussy pulses around his cock and you feel him throbbing inside of you.

As you stand up, cum drips from you.

Shaking your head, you move up and straddle his face.

“I warned you that you would have to lick me clean if you came in me.” You scold him.

With enthusiasm, he licks your pussy clean. “I am all done, Ma’am. You are all clean.” He says in a low but proud voice.

Getting up, you reach down and feel that you are damp but not sticky. “You did a good job.”

After you get dressed, you wipe down the desk and make sure the wastebasket is empty.

“I won’t report you. But if you need to work late again, please inform the cleaning staff.” You say as you hand him one of the cards you have on your cart.

“I will Ma’am. And thank you for the great job you do. I will make sure I clean off my desk when I am done with my reports.” He responds as he gathers his papers, turns off the porn, pulls up a document on the screen, and sits back down in his chair.

You make sure your outfit is straight and finish up the building for the night, wondering if you will have that man pleasure you again in the future.

(This was a quick stand alone story. If you enjoyed it, Like and comment. If you want more stories about these characters, tell me. If you enjoy my writings, follow, subscribe and share. See you next time.)

Road Trip - Part 1 - The Rest Stop

We are driving on a long highway. The road is empty and boring. The weather is warm and you are wearing a light summer dress.

While I’m focused on the road, you slowly slide your cotton panties, around your ass, and down your bare legs. You are feeling so naughty, you raise the back of your dress up, so your bare ass is on the warm car seat.

You slowly take your panties and hold them under my nose. I jerk back for a second and ask “What are you doing? I’m driving.” You lean close to me. ‘‘I removed my panties, so when you find a place to stop, you can fuck my wet pussy.” Your hand goes to my crotch and you slowly stroke my hardening dick through my pants.

We pass a sign. “Next Rest Stop 10 miles”

“Will you last 10 miles?” You ask as one hand slowly strokes me, and your other hand slowly rubs your pussy. “Mmmm my pussy is so wet.” And you take your fingers and rub them across my lips. I lick my lips. “Mmmm yes you are.”

As we get closer you grab my cock through my pants. You feel how hard I am. “I’m so tempted to suck you off while you’re driving.” You say in a devilish voice. “Please my love, don’t. We are getting closer. When we get there, my cock is all yours.” You squeeze it once more. “Don’t forget that I want you to make me cum too, lover.” And you lick my earlobe.

I focus on the road.

You see the rest stop. It’s a small group of buildings. Restrooms for men & women, snack & soda machines, a large map on a sign saying “You are Here”, and some picnic tables near trees. The place is mostly empty. A large truck is parked, and a minivan with a family on vacation, are stopped and using the facilities.

“Damn I thought it would be empty.” You hear me say. You grab my hand, a blanket from the backseat, and say “Come this way.”

The family with the kids are at the vending machines, and don’t seem to notice us, as you lead me to a table with lots of shade. You place the blanket on the top like a table cloth. Then sit on it, your legs spread, showing me your bare pussy. “Lick my pussy.” You command.

I position myself on the bench so my head is between your thighs.

My tongue slowly licks up and down your wet pussy lips. Up, around your sensitive clit, then down. You feel the tip of my tongue teasingly lick between your lips. As I’m licking, my hand is stroking my cock through my pants. I lick around and suck your clit. You grab my head as you feel my suction on your clit.

I undo my pants and they fall to my ankles, as I get my cock nice and hard.

“Want me to fuck you? Or finger and suck you first?” I ask.

You pull your breasts free from your dress. Your nipples are hard.

“Fuck me now” you say in a breathy voice.

I stand up and guide my hard cock into you. You wrap your legs around me.

You feel the tip go in and out. Then I go deeper. You feel my shaft going in and out. Your pussy is so wet, my cock moves smoothly.

You pull my chest against yours as you enjoy the feeling of me inside of you. My shirt rubs against your hard nipples.

I keep fucking you and you hold me tight.

“Do want me to cum in your pussy? Or somewhere else?” I ask

“Fill my pussy” you say. My cock is so slick with pre-cum.

I thrust and hold it as my cum fills your wet pussy. We kiss each other hard as my cock throbs inside of your pussy.

“Cum for me, my love.” I say. “Make me cum for you.” You respond.

With my cock still inside you, I rub your clit in small fast circles.

“I’m going to make you cum.” I say as I rub your clit and pull your nipple.

I do this faster and harder. You feel my cock getting hard again inside of you. You are breathing harder and moaning a bit.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” I feel you squeeze my body. Your wet pussy pulsing around my cock.

You moan loudly and it echoes a bit.

I kiss you again. “Dear, we need to get going. Let’s use the restrooms to clean up. And get back on the road.” You feel my softening cock slip from you. I pull up my pants, then help you to your feet. I grab the blanket as you walk into the ladies room.

After a few minutes, we are back on the road.

(This was Part 1 of 3 of the Road Trip. I hope you enjoyed it. It is one of the first stories I wrote, years ago, but I think it still holds up. If you enjoyed it Like and Comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe. See you next time.)