Orlando Trip Ch. 03bybaddad53©
Saturday evening, after a nap back at the hotel Diane and I decided to take a shower, get dressed and go out for the evening. The nice thing about a nice hotel is their spa sized bathtubs and half circle shower curtain. It provides extra room to shower or bathe.
As Diane adjusted the water to a steamy flow I began lathering up a washcloth.
"Let me see your back," I suggested.
Diane turned her back to me and ducked her head under the warm flow. I began washing her back near her shoulders, down her spine and ran my hand down the crack of her cute little ass. I used my other hand to reach around her and grabbed a handful of boob. Up 'til now neither of us had mentioned the incident in the parking lot.
"You really seemed to enjoy Bill's ring finger."
She spun around grabbing her wet hair in both hands, gushing," Did you see that ring? It looked like a giant class ring. When he moved his hand into me he slid his ring finger and his pinky in first. At some point he must of pulled his hand out and turned the ring over. Cause when he put his fingers back in I felt that ring rubbing my clit. God, it felt huge!"
She was just babbling now, the realization of what happened starting to sink in. Maybe she wasn't sure how I was going to react, maybe she was just unsure of herself and how she felt about what had happened.
I smiled and pulled her close, our naked bodies reacting to the contact.
"Oh," she giggled as she reached between us, wrapping her warm hand around my growing cock. "Looks like you enjoyed the show.'
She moved her other hand and took my cock in both hands. She held my cock in her two hands allowing it to reach it's full erect size before continuing.
"I know we fucked before the nap, but that was just a release for both of us. Let me show you how much I love you."
As she spoke she lowered herself into a kneeling position and took just the tip of my cock in her mouth. She began sucking on it like it was a lollypop, licking the tip, wrapping her lips around it, making a happy sound in her throat and then repeating it. I took her head in my hands, holding her in place. I could only take this for a minute or two. I moved my hands to the back of her head, moved my hips forward and urged her to take more of it. She briefly resisted before she grabbed my hips, fully taking my cock into her mouth. Di began moving her head rapidly back and forth while she twisted it from side to side. I had to grab the side of the shower with one hand to keep from falling. My other hand was still urging her on.
She kept her lips around my cock as I dropped a load of cum down her throat, and continued to suck the last drops out stroking the underside of it with her thumb.
It took me a minute to catch my breath before I could speak, and then all I could muster was a weak, "wow."
Diane stood up, grabbed the courtesy soap and began lathering her tits.
"I'll do that for you," I offered reaching for her.
"Get cleaned up or we'll never get out of here. The other guests are going to wonder what happened to all the hot water."
She turned, continuing to wash while I grabbed the soapy washcloth and began to wash myself.
Finally finished we got out of the shower and dried off. Diane took her large towel and wrapped it around her tight little body, with just the top of her tits and her long legs showing.
"Get," she commanded, pushing me towards the bathroom door. "Let me put some fresh makeup on before we go anywhere."
I dropped my towel on the floor heading toward the dresser and some clean cloths. I was dressed was watching a baseball game on ESPN when Diane stepped out of the bathroom. She looked gorgeous, having put a little makeup and fixed her hair. She had brushed it out, allowing it to hang free, no longer in the ponytail she had sported all day. She still wore a towel around her middle, but now it looked different. It took me a minute to realize that she had replaced the large bath towel with a small pool towel. It didn't seem to cover as much.
"What's with the towel?" Now I was curious.
"This old thing. It's nothing," she bantered, quoting a line from an old movie we had seen on TV earlier in the week as she 'modeled' the towel for me.
I laughed at her mischievous attitude. I really loved here new relaxed attitude about her body. She is truly a beautiful young woman several years younger than me. When we had gotten married she was still living at home with her parents and had been very shy and conservative. She still blushed when I told her she was beautiful or commented on her body. But she had really started to have fun and enjoy her sensuality and sexuality, and I was enjoying it to the max.
"Order something from room service," she said as she admired herself in the mirror. "Or order a pizza. A couple of pizzas." Again she had started to ramble on speaking fast as if she slowed down she would stop talking.
I wasn't sure what was going on, but I reached for the restaurant listing offered in each room, turned to the Pizza section and asked her what she wanted exactly.
"I don't care. Something, anything, just order something." Now she was moving with a nervous excitement as she spoke. She glanced at me, moved it hand in the direction of the nightstand phone and wiggled her fingers. "Come on. Order something."
I found the nearest one listed nearest the hotel, dialed the number and ordered a small pizza and some wings.
Hanging up the phone I stood and walked towards Di.
"Don't you want to go out tonight?"
She didn't look at me as she spoke quickly, "Yeah, sure, but its still early. I don't want to be drinking without something on my stomach" She was moving around the living room area avoiding looking at me.
"How long, what?" I asked blankly.
"How long before the pizza guy gets here?"
"The girl said between fifteen and twenty minutes. They're just around the corner. It should be here soon. Are you alright?" concern sounded in my voice.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Order another pizza from somewhere else."
"WHAT?" I already ordered you a pizza and me some wings. I don't want pizza, I thought we would go the Outback and have a nice steak." Now I was totally confused.
She slowed her pacing, sitting down on the end of the bed. She looked up at me, biting her bottom lip. This is a sure sign she was about to tell me something she wasn't sure what my reaction would be hearing.
"You know my girlfriend Katie? Well, she told me that whenever she and Mike travel they always order food out. Then she flashes the delivery guy if he's cute. I thought about it and decided that I could flash the delivery guy by 'accidentally' dropping the towel when I paid him," she said looking at me for approval.
"And just how will you know if he's cute or anything?"
"Peephole. When he knocks, I'll look through the peephole. Katie said you leave the door cracked, look through the peephole and then tell him to come in. I'll be back here," she said standing between the couch and coffee table," with my wallet on the in that chair. I'll get the money and when I go to pay him, I'll just drop the towel. He gets a tip and a cheap thrill."
Now she was talking normal, explaining her misbehavior as a well rehearsed plan. She was smiling a sinful smile, leased with her courage.
"How many places do you want me to call? Should I get the Yellow pages out?"
" No," she responded thinking about the question. "Right now just call another one and we'll see what happens."
"And just what am I suppose to be doing?"
"When you hear me say 'Let me get your money' you can come out of the bedroom and watch. Neat, Huh?
She scurried toward the door, standing on her tiptoes to look at the peephole. She took a quick look towards the elevator as she opened the door to allow the deadbolt to hold it open.
"Go hide. Shoe. Back into the bedroom. Just wait." Her nerves were starting to get to her again. I wasn't sure I liked this little game, but remembered our trip to Atlanta and some of her other misbehavior since then. I walked around the wall that divided the living area from the sleeping area when there was a knock on the door.
Di ran towards the door holding the towel together under her giggling tits, peaked and pulled the door open. As I disappeared around the corner a glance over my shoulder allowed me to see that the back of the towel had fallen and her entire backside was now visible to the delivery driver. Diane looked up and saw me snooping, gave me a dirty look and tilted her head towards the bedroom. Hell, the kid was staring at her ass so hard he could have walked right past me without seeing me.
"Let me get you your money," she said loudly as she had walked towards her purse.
I stepped around the wall just as Diane dropped the towel and her wallet. She was reaching for the wallet and her towel in no real hurry when the young man offered to help her.
The guy was about twenty, rather nerdy looking with black rimmed glasses and a baseball cap pushed back on his head a name tag identifying him as Robert. He came around the table and took the towel in his hands and continued to stare at what would become legendary at the pizza joint. Diane had retrieved her wallet and stood to pay him, naked as the day she was born, but a whole loot better developed.
"I'll take that," she requested reaching for the towel.
For a few seconds it didn't register with Robert that she wanted the towel, or that she was even speaking. His eyes continued to carefully examine each and every inch of Diane's body.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that."
He held the towel out with the sad realization that the beautiful sight would soon be covered up. Diane took the towel, dropped it on the table and offered the young man some money. He smiled when he realized that he could still enjoy the view. I don't think he had blinked the during the entire transaction.
Diane paid him, moved towards him and indicated the location of the door.
"Thank you," he said checking his hand seeing that he had received a good sized tip in addition to the show. "THANK YOU!" he added.
He headed towards the door looking back at Diane as he walked. His smile faded when she stopped following him at the hallway leading towards the door and he finally turned heading out the door.
"Did you call another place yet?" she was anxious waiting for an answer.
"That wasn't enough for you?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Yes, the pizza should be here shortly. You better get ready."
I sat down in the living room chair and reached for the remote.
"Not there! In the bedroom!" she ordered as she pointed an angry finger towards the bedroom portion.
"Whatever," I signed as I resigned myself to the situation.
It wasn't long before there was another knock on the door and someone said "pizza" so I peeked around the corner to see Diane wrapping herself a little better this time and head for the door. She was followed back into the room by a man in his early forties, kind of weird looking. Like the kid before him, he couldn't take his eyes off Diane, even though she remained wrapped in the towel.
"Let me get your money," she sounded nervous, maybe even a little afraid.
I could see the two of them standing a couple of feet away, with Diane's back to me.
She had dropped her towel and her wallet and looked around for me. As she turned in my direction I ducked behind the wall.
"Let me get your money," she said louder this time.
She turned looking over her shoulder and gave me a glaring look. The guy hadn't taken his eyes off Diane's body and now was moving in her direction.
"I'll got this, honey," I pronounced in my strongest voice. I was sizing the guy up in case there was going to be trouble. "Cover yourself up." It probably sounded rougher then I had wanted but she got the message, grabbed the towel covering herself up front and disappeared behind the bedroom wall.
I handed the guy a twenty and led him out.
"What was that all about/"
"You got lucky. That's all. Go and forget about it."
"Yeah, right. I'm gonna tell all my buddies about this."
"Well, you go right ahead and tell both of them. Even they won't believe you." With that I pushed him out the door and threw the latch.
I headed straight for the bedroom where Diane was laying in the middle of the king size bed, working her fingers in and out of her very wet pussy with one hand while playing with her tits with her other hand.
"Oh, God! That was so scary. I'm so horny. Fuck me. Fuck me. Come on and fuck me."
She was working herself over pretty good. I moved to the window and opened the curtain, allowing light to fill the room. I pulled up the chair that was right there and sat down.
"I'll watch. You play with yourself. Tell me what's going on in your head."
She was rolling back and forth on her back and traded positions with her hands. Her wet fingers were now sliding over her tits. Making the sun reflect off of the sweet nectar spread across her chest.
"Oh, that kid was so innocent. The only naked women he has ever seen is in a magazine or a porno. I just had to flash him right away. It made me so hot knowing he was getting a thrill. When I first turned around,,,," he fingers were buried inside her and she rolled into a fetal position on the bed. She rolled around on the bed making noises as she pinched her nipple and played with herself. "Oh my god, he had a tent pole in his pants even before I dropped the towel. When I dropped the towel I thought it was going to bust through his pants."
Again, she lost herself in the story and worked her one hand in and out of her glistening pussy faster and faster moaning as she continued to move around the bed. Sweat covered her body and her scent drifted across the room.
"That other guy scared the hell out of me!" She had slowed her motions down and was slowly stroking herself, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling rocking her tits.
"I though he might grab me, Ohohoh, I was so scared. The way he looked at me."
One hand resumed the rapid movement pounding her pussy lips making squishing sounds from all of the juices that were flowing.
"I thought, I thought, OH! GOD!"
Her body shook violently as she came, rolling onto her back in the middle of the bed.
Her hands dropped off her body leaving her laying naked and unprotected as she drifted off to sleep. I grabbed my cell phone and snapped a couple of pictures. I made one my Picture ID for her phone number.