Road Trip Ch. 04

I found myself alone with Michelle a bit, but when I went to put my arm around her she called me off.

"Steve, the other night was incredible, and I'll remember it forever, but I am happily married, and I really don't want to mess that up." She placed her hand on my arm as she spoke to me softly.

"I understand. I'm sorry if I went beyond where I should have last night."

"No, you were fine. But I can't do it again. Once, was a mistake, I can tell myself I slipped. But twice would be a habit, and you're a habit I don't think I would have an easy time breaking."

It seemed like a kind of strange metaphor, but I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her for an incredible evening anyway.

"Of course, if you're ever up around DC, you'll have to look me up. Mike always has my address, and I'd love to show you around. You and your husband."

"I'd like that. If I end up that way I will give you a call."

And that was the last I saw of Michelle as she excused herself and put herself to bed.

It was only Mike, Ana-Maria, DD and myself, and we talked a while about travel plans. I was going to head almost due north from there, towards Atlanta, on my way back to the DC area. I needed to head out to get back to work, as much as it killed me to end the fun I'd been having. The girls admitted they needed to head back as well, but we all exchanged addresses and phone numbers, and swore we'd meet back at Mike's for Spring Break.

We finally split up, and I kissed Ana-Maria good night, before taking DD and asking her if she'd join me in my room. She smiled shyly, and said she'd love to.

"But my butt has to be off-limits. I'm really sore there right now." She whispered.

"You're just saying that to get me excited." I teased.

"I didn't think I had to say anything to get you excited."

"Touche."

Our lovemaking was slow, gentle and intimate. I feasted on that incredible body one last time, losing myself in the experience. I found myself looking for excuses to change my ways and somehow join our life threads, find a way to stay with her, make her mine for good. But in the end I had to accept that this was just an incredible interlude, and I eventually drifted off to sleep with her in my arms, the scent of her in my nostrils, and a languid feeling of well earned exhaustion dragging my limbs down.

*****

I woke with a demand from my bladder that could not be denied, and as dehydrated as if I'd spent a week in the Sahara. I took care of those needs in that order, taking a quick leak, and then slipping down to the kitchen for some O.J.

And that was how Angela found me, naked as a J-bird, with a glass of juice in my hand.

I looked up to see her giggling, in a robe. I was glad I had chosen to drink from a glass.

"I thought everyone was out for the night. I was headed to the hot tub; care to join me?"

"I am completely beat," I confessed.

"Me too - long shift. I'm just looking to wind down and get some shut-eye. But I don't think I can finish this bottle alone," she said, waving an open bottle of red that I hadn't spotted at first, "and I wouldn't mind a chance to talk to somebody other than surly customers and guys trying to get into my pants."

"Well, I'm not feeling surly..." I joked.

With a giggle she parted the front of her robe, showing nothing but flesh beneath. "And I'm not wearing pants, so I guess we're safe there."

Laughingly, I gave in, and followed her out to the porch. I stepped in, and waited for her. She placed the bottle at the side of the pool, allowed the robe to fall to the ground around her feet, and climbed in, taking a seat right next to me, her knee touching mine, and the rest of her not too far off.

When she turned to retrieve the wine, she turned towards me, her ample breasts rubbing across my arm as she sat up tall in the water, and grabbed the bottle by the neck. She took a swig, and passed it to me, where, against my better judgment I also took a deep drink before passing it back. She took another drink, and held it out to me, with an inquisitive wrinkle to her forehead. I declined and she put it aside.

"My legs are killing me, would you be a dear and rub them for me?" She leaned back and laid her legs across my legs, just above the knees.

I did as she asked, gently kneading her calves, then adding the massaging of her feet, which had her purring.

While I rubbed the fair limbs, she talked of her evening, in great detail, and with few breaks other than the occasional break to drink some wine. Whenever she drank she offered me some, and I joined her about half the time.

As she sank lower in the water, her talk softened and was interlaced with comments commending me on my massage technique. As my hands worked their way back up, more and more of her leg was extended my way. My fingers traveled past her knee, well up her thigh, eventually rubbing the soft down covering her mound.

"Aren't you the naughty boy?" she almost whispered.

"Sorry. But I have a weakness for beautiful naked blondes." I answered, letting my fingers explore a little, parting her nether-lips, slowly insinuating a fingertip inside her.

"And redheads, and brunettes, I've noticed."

"Guilty as charged."

She became quiet, and pulled away from my teasing fingers. "This water is going to leave me like a prune. I think I'm going to head up." She wobbled a bit as she climbed out of the water. I watched her walk away, and she turned at the sliding door. "I know you're not going to make me take that long lonely walk upstairs by myself."

"Of course not." I answered, quickly climbing out of the water and picking up her robe in passing. I turned off the tub at the door, not wanting a repeat of the ribbing that Mike gave me when we left the tub running all night the evening before.

She took my hand in hers and led me up the stairs to her room. It was decorated with an abundance of travel knick-knacks and looked more like her home than a guest room. Her bed was a large queen-sized affair, four-poster, and looked thick and soft. I only saw it for a second at first, as she turned in the doorway and slipped into my arms. Her upturned face was just begging to be kissed, and I, of course, obliged.

After a long soft kiss, she slid down my body, kissing her way across my chest and waist, before taking my cock in hand, then into her mouth.

If there's anything more exciting or more beautiful than seeing a woman's face go down on you for the first time, I don't know what it is. I watched her, enraptured, as she worked her mouth up and down over the end of my cock, her eyes closed, her hands running up and down my ass.

She backed away after a short while, and I allowed myself to breathe again. I reached down and gave her a hand up, and then scooped her into my arms and carried her the few steps to her bed where I laid her down. She scooted up the bed, her legs open, and it wouldn't have taken an Einstein to guess what she was looking for.

"Last night you said I looked good enough to eat. The offer still stand?" Angela teased me as she beckoned me forward.

I'm a believer in actions speaking louder than words, and I settled in between her legs with little delay, taking only a few moments of play before I pressed my lips to her nether ones, and let my tongue penetrate her. She tasted of chlorine, but it was nice, and I let myself get lost in the act of pleasuring her orally.

Angela was anything but subtle, and it was easy to tell when she was ready for the next step. She reached down and grabbed a fist full of my curls, and pulled me up her body, stopping me over her breasts. I was happy to pause there. Her breasts were full, only slightly smaller than Ana-Maria's, and tipped with huge nipples that reacted quickly to any attention. I was only allowed to linger there for a short while, before I was drawn further up her decidedly voluptuous body.

"Do me, cowboy," she whispered, reaching down to guide my cock into her warm pussy.

When I could feel her wetness enveloping the head of my cock, I pushed forward, burying most of it inside her. Angela closed her eyes again and arched her back, moaning. I pulled mostly out and thrust forward again sheathing the full length of my rod in her warm glove.

"God, I needed that."

I answered by long stroking her, until she wrapped her legs around my ass and started pulling me into her. I acquiesced and gave it to her faster and harder. She reached out and pulled her legs back and wider apart, allowing me to penetrate even deeper.

I shifted, placing her calves across my elbows, and then her feet on my shoulders as I continuously pounded away at her burning hole. She suddenly came for me with a cry, then reached up and pulled my face down to hers, devouring my mouth. I continued the pounding, the angle perfect for the most intense feeling. I was quickly approaching release myself.

I found myself thrusting into her wildly. My hips jackhammering away at her, while she moaned beneath my attention.

"Oh...Oh...ohhhhh," she grunted pushing up at me with her hips, her fingers and nails digging into my back.

It was enough to push me over the edge. With a cry I came inside her, each thrust trying to deposit my seed just a little farther up her tunnel. Buried as far as possible, I felt each additional spasm squeezing my juice out, and she willingly accepting it.

I rolled off, my heart racing, sweat covering my body.

"Jesus, I had you worked up didn't I." Angela chuckled, her fingers tickling my chest. "It's nice to see that I rate."

"You are as sexy as they come, Angela. What did you expect? I'm only human."

"I expected what I got. Well maybe not THAT much, but I'm always glad to work with an overachiever."

She leaned over and kissed me. "You're welcome to stay a while, but I imagine you're going to want to be on your way. No feelings hurt here if you want to move on. I'm lousy at sleeping with someone else in the bed anyway."

I took the hint. I gave her a kiss back, a long slow one, then climbed off the bed. "Thanks. These guys are fools for letting a package like you sit on the shelf. That was wonderful."

"Ditto, Darling. Sleep well, and sweet dreams."

I closed the door on my way out. I was hoping the hot tub was still warm, and I could pop in for a second and rinse the sweat off before heading back to bed. Imagine my surprise when I found Nanette in there, the bubbles going strong.

"Oops. I thought I was the only one up." I said from the doorway.

"C'mon in, the waters great. I had to close, with both Bob and Mike out, and just got in a few minutes ago."

"Thanks, I think I will, but just for a moment." I climbed in and sat opposite her. Unlike Angela, she had a bikini on, which I could barely detect under the froth.

She was easy to talk to and at her prompting I was soon telling her some more stories about the times Mike and I had shared. We chatted for a while, and then it got a little quiet.

Nanette stood up and walked towards me. She stopped right in front of me, her legs wide, surrounding mine. She reached behind her and undid her top and removed it, tossing it to the side, allowing her breast to swing free.

"I had a wonderful time with you this morning." She leaned forward, and braced herself on her arms, one hand to each side of my head.

"Me too."

She leaned forward and gave me a small kiss on the cheek, and then whispered in my ear. "I'm pretty sure I had a great time last night as well."

"It seemed like it, I know I did." Then I turned and let my lips meet hers. It was a short kiss, sweet and tender.

"You're leaving tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yes. I have to."

"And am I going to have a memorable time tonight?" She asked teasingly, letting her tongue tickle my earlobe.

"I hope so. I'm going to give it my best." I couldn't believe what was happening. A simple trip to the fridge for a drink, and it looked like I was going to find my way to the third bed, and third beauty of the evening.

We retired to her room, and she led me straight to her bed. "Lay down," she directed me, and so I did, in the middle of the bed. She climbed onto the bed and turned around, settling in above me, in the classical 69. I could feel her lips wrapped around my soft member, trying to bring some life back to the trooper.

As I licked her, I found her ministrations doing their intended, and it wasn't long before I had one more erection, waiting to fill a need. And from my position that need was definitely ready to be filled.

Nanette realized it just as I did, and she spun around in place, her face over mine, as she lowered herself onto my now ready shaft.

"I swear I still remember very little of last night," she told me as she leaned over me. "Tell me what happened."

"Ok, let's start at the hot-tub." I told her what I could remember, and she was embarrassed by all the girl-girl action she'd participated in - hell, initiated.

"Wow. I can't believe I was like that. I haven't been with a woman since college."

"I guess it's like riding a bike." I teased

"There's a visually stimulating metaphor."

"There's something stimulating here," I answered with a firm thrust upwards into her.

"Naughty, naughty." She laughed.

Eventually the storytelling and joking gave way to some downright serious sex, and I turned her over and finished her from behind, getting her to come a few times before I finally squeezed out one last sad excuse for an ejaculation. I was done.

I'm not sure when it happened but at some point I got up and went back downstairs and climbed back in bed with DD. She never even woke up.

*****

I awoke alone, showered, and headed down to breakfast, where I sat down to eat with DD, Ana-Maria, and Mike. Nanette joined us about halfway through, and added a little more color to the conversation. There were a lot of things unsaid at that table, and the chitchat was a little forced. Within an hour I was on the road, the taste of my two delightful newfound friends on my lips, and a small piece of my heart torn out and scattered to the wind.

The rest of the ride back to DC was uneventful.

*****

That's the end of my Road Trip series. If you liked this story, you might try some of my other ones, or keep your eyes open for something new coming your way soon. And remember, if you liked the story, vote - it keeps it alive for others to read, and encourages the author's to keep the stories flowing.