The Butt Of Choice Pt. 03

The Butt Of Choice Part 3

We woke up in the morning to the sound of the alarm clock. Bambi was wrapped around me like the night before. Again, her pubic hair was tickling my hip and I had a huge erection. But unlike yesterday, I was going to force myself to have no sex with Bambi for the next two days at least.

Bambi stretched and rolled over giving me a view of the finest butt I had ever seen. I had been a firm lover of her bottom for three days now and thanks to a stunt by my son, this former stripper had given herself to me. I was amazed that she said that I now owned her. Not being into slavery, I could not own her, but I could learn to care for her and if she had her way and if my son's hair-brained scheme worked, I might learn to love her.

Bambi had small tits. She described them as a large 'A' or a small 'B' cup. She was 5'5" and weighed all of 110 pounds. Her hair was black, her pubes were black and she had big brown eyes and very dark, redish brown nipples. Her butt and hips were just the most fantastic thing I had ever laid my hands on.

"Ok, Mick! Since we have agreed to not having sex for at least the next few days, I would like to offer you a completely sexless good morning shower before we hit the road for Cheyenne."

"I don't know. You are kind of a tempting woman."

"I know, but I told you that I have tremendous willpower. Come on big guy don't be afraid of the little lady."

I held out my hand and Bambi took it and led me to the shower. We washed and covered all important areas. I was still hard as a rock and Bambi looked at me with a bit of pity.

"Mick. I know that has to hurt and it will hurt for a long part of our drive. I promised no sex, so I can't do anything. Why don't I stand here and look sexy while you beat off and relieve yourself?"

"I can't do that."

"Well then let's do it together. I'll get myself off and you get yourself off."

Bambi moved her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit. And pinch her nipples. She let out a soft groan as I began to stroke my cock. We faced each other and looked into each other's eyes and the feeling built in my balls really fast.

"I'm close."

"Me too, Mick. Go on. Cum on me. Shoot on me. Come on, big guy."

I came and shot all over Bambi's stomach. I squirted four strong shots of semen and Bambi used her fingers to smear the sperm all over her lower belly and then into her pussy and she screamed out and bent over, clutching her hand between her legs. When she came down she took me in her arms and squeezed me. I wrapped her in my arms as well. My spent penis rubbed her and began to come to life again.

"Bambi, let go or I am going to have to go again. And then you are going to have to go again and then we are going be late. Wash off and let's get going."

"Ok. God that was good. I can't wait until we get to do that when you love me."

"You really think I am going to be able to do that?"

"Of course. I mean I already love you, so the battle is half over."

"You don't even know me, how can you love me?"

"I knew as soon as I met you. These things happen for women. Now I just have to wait you out and seduce you and entice you and make you realize that you can't live a well lived life without me."

She washed my cum off of her and I dried her off. Then she dried me. She held my briefs while I stepped into them and she managed to blow a little air on the tip of my penis. I held her panties as she stepped into them and returned the favor and blew a hard, focused stream of air right on her clit. She shivered and giggled.

I helped her put on her t-shirt and she did mine. I helped her with her jeans and then she did mine. After she pulled up my zipper, she lovingly patted my erection and then wrapped me in her arms and kissed me. She then stripped the bed and put the linen in the washing machine and started it up.

"That's all there is to do. I can now officially walk away from Kansas City and begin my new life with you Mick."

"I got the suitcases and you take the overnight."

"Done and done."

I left the apartment with the two suitcases, Bambi followed and locked the door behind her. She pocketed the key. She would mail it back to Brandy in a couple of days since Brandy had her own already. She opened the back of the SUV and I loaded in the suitcases. She tossed the overnight bag into the back seat and then turned to me.

"Do you want to drive first or should I?"

"Go ahead. I get the feeling that it might mean more to you to drive away from here."

"Yeah it would. Thanks for thinking of that Mick."

She kissed me and I kissed her back before I opened the drivers side door and let her in. When she was in I closed the door and walked around to the passenger side. She cranked up the engine and pulled out onto the street. She headed for the freeway and I saw a tear in her eyes as she drove away.

I put my hand on her thigh and she put hers on top of mine and we drove off towards Omaha where we would head west towards Cheyenne. We had turned off the road to Omaha to take a short cut through Lincoln and just past Lincoln she pulled over at a rest area.

"Your turn to drive, Mick, and I need to go to the bathroom."

"Me too."

"And Mick?"

"Yes?"

"Remember two things."

"What?"

"If you shake it more than twice you're playing with it and I love you."

I was a bit taken aback at that second thing.

"What if I need to shake it more to make sure it doesn't drip?"

"Call me and I'll shake it the rest of the times."

"But then won't you be playing with it and break your rule?"

"Yeah, funny how that works out huh?"

"Funny peculiar or funny ha-ha?"

"Yup."

She headed for the women's toilet and after I watched what I was sure was an extra twitch in her hips just for my benefit, I went to the men's room. When I was done, I returned to the SUV and got in on the driver side. Bambi came out just afterwards and got in on the passenger side. I adjusted the seat and steering wheel and we put on our seat belts and then she looked at me.

"What? My seatbelt is on."

"How many times?"

"How many times what?"

"Did you shake it?"

"Three."

"Perv!" She kissed me before I started the SUV.

I started the SUV and drove out onto the highway with her laughing at the look on my face. Once we were up to speed and had the cruise control set, she put her hand on my thigh and I put my hand on top of hers.

The miles flew by as we talked about Boise and the things I liked about it and the things I didn't. At some point in the conversation she asked if I went to the local strip clubs for entertainment.

"Strip clubs? In Boise? I have been to one and I think it caused me to lose the ability to have an erection for almost three weeks."

"Are the girls not very pretty?"

"Bambi, it is a combination of not pretty, can't dance and they all have to dance in a bikini."

"Really? No tits?'

"Nope. They pop out a nipple and the cops go nuts. They show the beaver and it gets real bad. The girls are not very pretty, and they can't really dance. But strippers haven't been very good dancers in the last thirty years from what I've seen. The music doesn't help. All it is, is techno with a loud bass thud thud thud. They play a fast song and the girls slow down."

"What kind of dance would you like to see?"

"I think that the girl should dance the way she would with a date on the dance floor. The rhythm of the dance should keep up with the rhythm of the music. And the dancer should dance in such a way so that they show off their best physical feature."

"How would you think I should dance for you?"

"You? Me?"

"Sorry did that question short out your brain?"

"I guess it did, a little. Um, I guess with you doing the dancing I would like to see your butt swing and sway in time with the music."

"Not my tits?"

"Oh, your tits are small and wonderful, but your bottom is what would make me start whipping out singles and maybe even a $50 for a private dance."

"$50? I don't think I have ever had a $50 tip in my life. I have been offered more for blowjobs and fucks, and I never took them up on the offers, I might add. You would really offer me $50 to dance for you?"

"Bambi, it has occurred to me that I might offer more."

"How long before we hit Cheyenne?"

"It is a good 9 to 9½ hour drive so another 7 hours or so. Why? You aren't going to start up with the 'are we there yet?' stuff, are you?"

"No, I was wondering how long I got to sit here and figure out how I was going to dance for you."

"I guess that means that we are not getting separate rooms, huh?"

"No, we are getting one room with one bed and we are sleeping together. I intend to sleep like a rock, snuggled and cuddle up to you."

"Ok, but if I get excited..."

"What do you mean 'if'? You damn well better get excited around me. When we get back to Boise I want to experience that excitement in close and personal."

"I think the correct phrase is up close and personal."

"I know that you are going to be up, I want you to be in. And close. And personal. Tell me more about Boise."

"I already said that it is high desert. It doesn't get much rain of snow and it gets about a week or two of 100-degree temps during the summer and about a week or two in the upper 20's in the winter. There are tons of things to do in the outdoors, I am told."

"You are told? Don't you do things?"

"No. I don't do things. I have no urge to go out to a park alone and see couples and people with friends and reinforce how alone I am."

"Mick, you are not alone anymore. You need to start making a list of things to do, because you now have someone to do them with. So, what would be first?"

"I guess if you want to just spend time together, we would drive up to McCall and walk around. The town is a cool little place. Nice little restaurants, one of the best breakfast places I have ever been to. It is on a lake. We could walk on the beach and you could wear a tiny bikini that would show off your wonderful butt and I could watch the other guys lust after you."

"You like to watch?"

"No, I like to do, but it is a guy thing to have men envy another guys stuff."

"So, I am your stuff?"

"That's what you told me. You told me I owned you, right? That makes you my stuff."

"I didn't think that you were going to take what I said seriously."

"So you didn't really mean it?"

"Oh, I absolutely meant it, I just didn't think that you would go for it."

"I think that you are in for one hell of a surprise when we get to my place."

As we drove and talked about some general stuff, the landscape didn't change over the next two hours. We stopped at an exit that had a truck stop and had lunch. We ate and talked about the foods we did and didn't like. Bambi liked to eat healthy, but would occasionally balance it out by hitting a buffet and trying to destroy it.

I asked her if she likes sushi, she did. I told that one of my favorite restaurants in Boise was an all you could eat sushi buffet. That really got her attention. We talked more about food and then I paid the tab and we left. This time she got in the driver's seat. When she had taken us onto the highway, she again reached over and put a hand on my thigh and I put my hand on top of hers.

"How long now?"

"For what?"

"To get to Cheyenne."

"We have been going five over the limit the whole time and with fewer stops because we are changing drivers, I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"Nope, I usually use Google maps and let it keep me on a good timeline. Let me crank it up."

I pulled out my phone and entered the name of the hotel we would stay in and let it calculate the time and route. The female voice on the phone informed us that we would reach our destination in four hours and eleven minutes.

"There you go, Bambi. One more driver change and we are going to be there. Any other questions?"

"Yes, what time do we need to leave in the morning?"

"The hotel has an all you can eat buffet for breakfast, so we don't have to get on the road and stop right away. We will be coming in from the East and all of the local traffic going home will be in the other direction. I would like to get home in time to eat a nice dinner and get a good night's sleep, before I go back to work the next day."

"We haven't talked about your job. What do you do for a living?"

"Well, you are not hooked up with a rich guy. I was fired from what I did for 46 years and I chose to get a simple job and start taking my Social Security. I drive a courier truck. I deliver medical supplies and pharmaceuticals. I don't have to deal with the whiny parents or their super privileged under-talented kids. I just work from 1 to 9PM Monday through Friday. I now have all my weekends free."

"So I can find a job to work in the evenings and then we can sleep in late each day and go places on the weekends."

"Yes, you aren't thinking of dancing are you?"

"Maybe. Why?'

"I don't know for sure, but I hear stories. I have heard that the clubs act as money launderers for drug money. Remember we border Washington and Oregon and both states allow sale of recreational marijuana. Both states have come to understand that grass is a gateway drug and both states now have huge meth and opioid problems. So the dealers are shipping their drugs in as fast as they can. They need a place to wash the money and the strip clubs are a natural location."

"Prostitution too?"

"I assume so. I have met several dancers and they are kind of sleazy people. No one would consider them to be pillars of society by their looks. If meth whore, trailer trash had a perfect stereotype these dancers would be it."

"That is a little harsh, isn't it?"

"I guess, but a rose by any other name, right?"

"Would you mind if I checked for myself?"

"No, but be careful. I don't want to lose my stuff."

Bambi squeezed my thigh hard in retribution. It didn't hurt and she wasn't doing it to hurt.

The landscape slowly changed and all of a sudden there were bluffs and larger hills with striations in the tall rocks. We were getting the land where the mountains were beginning to show themselves. We made a short potty stop at a rest stop and switched positions.

I drove back onto the highway and Bambi put her hand on my thigh as she had been. I looked at her and smiled and was about to put my hand on hers when she moved her hand between my legs. She held it still for a bit and then began to massage me.

"I like doing this."

"I do too but if you distract me any more I am going to crash us."

"Ok."

She moved her hand back to my thigh and smiled again. We talked some more about life in general and we had almost reached Mountain Home when the topic of discussion changed.

"Mick, when we get to the hotel in Cheyenne, I want to make love to you."

"I thought we were going to hold off on that."

"I need your hands on my butt."

"I can do that without having sex with you."

"But I want to feel your hands on my butt as you push your cock into my ass."

I looked at her and were it not for the cruise control I would have lost control of the SUV.

"Bambi, I can't answer you. I would love to sleep with you tonight and I will find tremendous pleasure just caressing and fondling and kissing your wonderful bottom. Please be content with that for a while longer. Ok?"

"Yes. I understand."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"Well explain it to me, because I have no idea."

"It is simple. You are falling in love with me and are fighting it off."

"Is that what you see or what you want to see?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'll tell you in the morning."

We drove on to the hotel, checked in and went to a wonderful steak house in Cheyenne. We went back to the hotel and sat in the bar for a while. Bambi surprised me by having the same drink I had. We sat off to the side of the bar and had glasses of single malt scotch, neat. When finished we went to our room and I had a hand on Bambi's butt the whole way.

"You know, I have never felt like this."

"How is that?"

"The feel of your hand on my butt makes me feel happy, secure, desired, sexy."

"Is that bad?"

"Maybe."

She put her hand on the front of my pants to feel no raging erection.

"You aren't turned on?"

"No. To me this is a feeling of comfort and care. It is more than holding hands, but less than sex. It feels intimate. It feels like a tender kiss or like the conversations we have been having today."

"I like the way you explained that."

"Come on, let's get a shower and go to bed. I want to get an early start tomorrow and get home at a reasonable time."

"So we are going home not to your place, or your apartment, or your whatever? We are going home?"

I took Bambi in my arms and kissed her with my hands squeezing her butt tightly. She was breathless for a few seconds after the kiss and let out a sight gasp for air before she spoke."

"Wow."

"Bambi, we are going home. But first would you dance for me?"

The shower was like the dance, slow and loving. Her small breasts got a lot of the attention of my hands when she leaned forward and kissed me and rubbed them against my chest. The soapy slipping made our nipples hard and she took special delight in flicking my hard nipples with her hard nipples. As she traded nipple flicks with me, she opened her legs and rubbed her pussy on my thigh. After a few minutes, she squeezed my thigh and held me as she shuddered out an orgasm. When her thighs relaxed, Bambi turned and began to beat off my hard cock with her soapy cheeks. She bobbed and thrust forward and back and then rubbed up and down with my cock being massaged in the crack of her butt as it glided up and down in the warm soapy crevice.

"Bambi, would you mind if I came?"

"No, go ahead."

I gripped her breasts and she pushed back against me. I slid up and down until I shot a huge load up her back. She groaned as she came from the rubbing of her clit. I washed the cum off of her back and when we were rinsed off, I took a towel and dried her, then she dried me and we went to bed naked and I spooned to her back. My hand took its place on her tit and my cock took its place between her butt cheeks. She put her hand behind her on my hip and we slept.

The alarm clock went off at 6AM and I reached over Bambi and turned it off. Something felt funny when I moved and I realized that at some point during the night what I thought was a dream was not. I had dreamed that I was making love to Bambi until I came and as it happened I did cum all over her back again as I had rubbed myself off in my sleep between her butt cheeks.

"Good morning."

"Good morning yourself. Did you enjoy my dance last night?"

"I did."

"Did you have fun with my butt last night?"

"In the shower?"

"And afterwards, in bed."

"It feels like I did, but I was sleeping. I dreamed about making love to you and I feel the results."

"I like the way it feels too, but we need to wash it off and hit the road."

We got out of bed and went to the shower. When we had the shower nice and warm I got in and Bambi sat on the toilet. She looked at me and smiled.

"I guess this is another milestone. You are watching me pee and poop."

"Is that what I am watching? I thought it was just a beautiful woman sitting and watching me in the shower."

She wiped her ass and then wiped her pussy, before rising and flushing to step in the shower with me.

"My love, would you please wash my butt and make sure I cleaned it well?"

"I would be proud to clean you."

We washed and cuddled and dried before going to breakfast. As we went to the elevator Bambi turned to me.

"Please hold my butt. Until we get off the elevator. It is like sign language that says I love you. I know you aren't ready to say it, but when you hold my butt it feels like you are."