The Battle of New Orleans

I landed in New Orleans a little after noon on Thursday, April 15th. I was on a quest to buy another hotel for Carkos Global. The hotel limo picked me up curbside and I was surprised to see the driver was female.

"Mr. Carkos?" the pretty driver asked while opening the rear door.

"That would be me," I slipped by her and plopped down on the rich leather seat. She grinned and closed the door. I watched her walk around the front of the car and noticed her nice rack and tiny waist under her uniform. Her long dark hair fanned over her shoulders and her orange lip gloss shimmered in the noon day sun.

I knew I was there on business, so even though my cock was stirring in my slacks, I made every effort to control my lust. I opened the brochure for Ponchartrain Towers, the hotel dad wanted me to buy and thumbed through it slowly. The driver got in, lifted her arm to the back of her seat, looked back at me and said, "It's a great hotel with tons of history. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay there. Alex is a great boss. She used to be a model. Vogue, I think." She then started the limo and we were underway.

Two things happened during her brief statement. My cock swelled at the up close sight of her spectacular mouth, and the idea that the person I was to meet was a Vogue model intrigued me. I reached for the business card that came with the invitation to look the property over and pulled if from my wallet. I stared at the proprietors name: Alex Champion. I wrongly assumed that Alex was male and was rather looking forward to beating old Alex during negotiations, something I was fairly good at.

Since this Alex was female, I knew I had to change my tactics. I didn't know a thing about her, although I had gotten the impression that the bombshell driver knew a lot. The sexual tension in the car was evident so I thought I'd start with her.

"What's your name, sugar?" I asked while reaching in my suit pocket for my cigarettes.

Our eyes met in the rear-view mirror when she grinned and replied, "Stormy."

I laughed, "I asked your name...not the weather, hon!" then took out my cigarettes and looked out at the storm clouds I had noticed from the plane.

"Jaden. Jaden Storm. My real name. Everyone just calls me Stormy."

"Cool name. Mind if I smoke Jaden?" I preferred Jaden to Stormy. That's when I noticed her jade green eyes. Her parents must have been pretty cool. Hippies, maybe?

"Not at all. In fact, if you could spare one for me, that'd be great," Jaden answered with a seductive smile. Things were looking up. I lit one for her and handed it over the seat. She took it to her orange lips and sucked it hard. I lit one for myself hoping it would get my mind off stuffing my swelling cock in her mouth.

Smoke drifted around her lips as she slowly dragged on the cigarette. Young Jaden was very provocative and knew it. I noticed her eyes glancing down at my crotch as I watched her in the mirror.

We came to a red light, so I decided to have some fun.

I slowly moved my left hand down my sports coat lapel. I wasn't wearing a tie and opted for an open collar with the top button unbuttoned. I watched her response when I unbuttoned the next button. Her lips parted slightly and she nibbled her lower lip, never taking her eyes from my fingers. I felt my cock swelling under my slacks and the outline was becoming very clear. I popped the third button and her sigh was audible. She sucked on her cigarette and smoke poured from her shiny orange mouth. I then slid my hand down to my crotch. She stared and dragged heavily. The smoke now oozed from her lips. I knew I had her full attention.

I ran my thumb slowly up and down the outline of my cock, keeping my eyes on her in the mirror. I wanted to see how far I could go before she said something. My cock was now stiff and the head was fully engorged. I began rubbing the tip on the outside of my slacks.

"You're killing me!" She half shouted and giggled.

I grinned and reached under my balls and tugged them up to give me some freedom. My cock twitched under the fabric.

"Want me to stop?" I asked with my devilish grin.

"No! I want to see!"

I un-zipped my slacks and pulled my thick cock out and held it straight up. She smiled and licked her lips.

"Oh, God. That's...that's the most beautiful dick I've ever seen!"

My hand gripped it and I began stroking for her. Unfortunately, the traffic behind us began honking.

"Shit! Shit!" She screamed as we sped away.

I smiled at her in the mirror and said, "Damn, you're so beautiful and sexy. Wanna help me out?"

She glanced back at me, "How? I can't pull over, hon."

"Just keep smoking and licking your lips. That's about all you have to do."

She dragged again on her cigarette and asked, "Like this?" with her mouth open. Smoke rolled around in her mouth.

"Yeah, that's very hot. Keep doing that, doll." My hand ran up and down my shaft. I noticed her breathing had changed and her shoulders were slightly slumped. Was she masturbating with her free hand? Her cigarette hand was on the wheel.
I leaned back and squeezed my cock and rubbed the shaft slowly. I noticed we had stopped at another light when she circled her orange lips with her tongue and said, "Faster, baby. I'm so close." She stared at me with half closed eyes. She was close. The sound of her heavy breathing inspired me.

I picked up the pace until my hand became a blur. My cock was loading with cum and I knew I was as close as she was. I saw her shoulders jerking and heard her whimper, "Oh, fuck!"

I looked at her in the mirror and my cock began spurting as she opened her mouth. "Right here, baby. Cum right here! Look in my smoky mouth!" Strings of my cum danced in the air and landed on the back of her seat.

"Yes, baby! More!" She shouted through her smoky lips and reached back over her seat with her palm turned up.

I yanked hard. Rope after rope of my creamy cum flew right in her palm! She licked some from her hand, then put her hand down her pants and finished herself off in style.

"Want a taste?" She asked as she reached her hand over the seat. I took her fingers and sucked the juices from them...one finger at a time. She was delicious.

"Fuck.That was so..."

The honking horns cut her off. But I agreed. This was so decadent and sexy. I couldn't wait to get young Jaden alone somewhere.

We arrived at the hotel on schedule. Jaden got out and walked around the car. I noticed she didn't quite look the same. Her shirt was disheveled, and not fully tucked in, and her face was flushed. She opened my door and I slid out, stood in front of her and tucked her shirt in.

"This isn't over. When can I see you?"

"Tonight. I'll pick you up right here at 9 p.m. okay?" We shook hands slowly and both grinned. I said, "Your hand is sticky." She grinned, "Wonder how that happened?" then walked to her side and got in. I strolled into the hotel lobby as she pulled away.

I'd had limo sex before but never with the driver and never without touching each other. This was one for the books. I just knew the day couldn't get any better.

But, it did.

A stunning blonde, probably early 50's greeted me.

"Garrett Carkos?" The diminutive blond asked while extending her hand.

"Yes. Alexis Champion?" I answered while shaking her hand. The thought of what that hand was doing only minutes ago had my cock stirring.

"That's right. Welcome to Pontchartrain Towers, Mr. Carr." Her hand was small, soft, warm, and I didn't want to let go. I sensed that she didn't either.

"Thanks, but please call me Garrett." Our hands seemed molded together.

The blond grinned, "Only if you call me Alex," then squeezed my hand tighter as she answered.

"Deal. Alex it is. So, what do we do first?" Our warm hands began to feel moist. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Could I get her on the same page? I admit young Jaden had warmed me up and thrown me completely off the reason for my visit, and now couldn't seem to get sex off my mind. Not an unusual occurrence.

"I suppose I could show you to your room. How's that?"

I smiled, "That works. Show me the way."

Alex answered, "Good. Follow me," then dropped my hand and took off for the elevators.

Walking behind her gave me all the information I needed. She was hot, sexy, and she knew it. Every step, every click of her heels on the marble floor was clearly for my eyes and ears. The steps were calculated, causing her hips to sway just right. She was wearing a chocolate pencil skirt with a soft cream colored satin blouse open at the neck. I recognized the shoes as Gucci. I caught her scent that trailed behind her. Definitely 'Obsession'.

Confidence was high. I would have her, maybe not now or tonight, but I would have her.

We arrived at the elevators that were along the rear wall. I noticed a few large Vogue covers in silver frames along the wall. Clearly, Alexis Champion was a Vogue model at some point in her life. Granted, her face wasn't as fresh today as it was when those glamour shots were taken, but she still looked damn good.

The doors slid open silently. I liked that. We stepped in and they closed just as they opened. I didn't notice Alex pushing a floor button, but in seconds, we were on the ninth floor. I marveled at how quiet and fast the elevator operated.

"Yes. It's the newest that OTIS offers. I love it, too," she said with a grin as she looked up at me.

I smiled down, "I like fast and I like quiet. Perfect so far." I was hoping she received my subliminal message. Sometimes women don't.

We stepped out onto the thickest red carpet I'd ever seen.

"Is this carpet on all the floors?" I asked.

"No hon. Just the penthouse floor. The others are all marble, similar to the lobby."

She then stepped to the door and slid her key card.

"Come in...tell me what you think," she said as she stepped in and held the door open for me. Another whiff of Obsession assaulted my nostrils as I eased by her slowly. I glanced around at the elaborate furnishings and while I did enjoy the view of Lake Pontchartrain through the floor to ceiling glass wall, I knew she was setting me up. Most guests that can afford this kind of luxury stay at the Ritz-Carltons , Marriotts, or Hyatts. They don't stay at mom and pop joints like this.

"Nice. What does this go for on the weekend?" I knew traditionally, suites like this rent for four times more than their daily rate on weekends. I stared down at her awaiting her response. I could see the wheels spinning in her mind. If her answer was too much, she knew that I'd know this unit was seldom occupied. Too little means it's been used and abused.

But, Alexis Champion was no fool.

"What would you be willing to pay for this suite on a weekend?" She asked.

I knew then that I had met a real business woman. Fairly uncommon for someone with her background. Most ex-models I'd encountered could barely balance their checkbooks.

"No more than four hundred...not when I can grab a suite at the Ritz for less than eight. The Ritz also offers amenities that this hotel doesn't. Not to mention, Wolfgang Puck is the Head Chef."

Alex smiled, "You've done your homework. I'm impressed Garrett. Really, I am."

"Thanks. Now, if you don't mind, I prefer to stay in one of your less expensive rooms. Perhaps, something on a lower floor and not so grand?"

In the hotel world, the higher floors command the highest dollar. The lower you go, the lower the rate. I wanted to see where Joe the Plumber might stay. Not some celebrity or politician.

"Of course. But, honestly, the rooms are all the same, hon. Well, as far as size and views. The furnishings are the only difference. But, if you prefer one of those, I'm sure we can accommodate you to your liking."

With that, we left the ninth floor and went down to three. Once again, she stepped out, slid her card, and opened the door for me. I stepped in and she was right. The room was similar in layout and the view of the lake was just as spectacular.

"Cool. This works." I said with a grin. "And what is the rate for this on the weekend?"

"Only one ninety, and that includes valet and a real breakfast buffet." She answered while dragging the sheers back to the  side. "Look at this view!"

I unlocked the slider and stepped out to the terrace. The one thing I'd learned from traveling around the world was that every city has a distinct flavor. Hollywood has the smell of money. Dallas has the smell of oil. Tokyo smells of seafood, and New Orleans smells erotic. It is a city with a very old, very rich culture, and mixed with the smells of jambalaya and whiskey, smells like no place on earth.

"I love it. Have the bellman bring my stuff here. This is more to my liking, and I can tell it's a smoking room. Gotta have that."

She nodded, "Done and I agree," then stepped to me near the rail. I pulled my cigarettes out and offered her one. I'd never met a model that didn't smoke.

"Thank you, kind sir," she remarked as she pulled one out. She slipped it between her glossy pink lips and I offered her a light from my Dunhill. Her hand steadied mine as she sucked provocatively. Wisps of smoke escaped her lips when she puffed. Yeah, my cock reacted as usual.

I felt her little finger next to mine on the copper railing. I moved mine on top of hers hoping to get a reaction. I did.

"I won't sleep with you, Garrett. I know your reputation."

My pesky reputation always comes up at the most awkward times. This was one of them. I knew I had to counter with something witty and fast.

"Not ever? Or do you mean... not until the deal is done?" I wanted her to know I was still in the game. But, was she?

She leaned to me, stood on her toes and kissed me softly. Then dropped back down.

"I never mix business with pleasure. If you want this hotel, you can have it for a price. If you want me...and by the look of your slacks..."

I felt my cock pushing hard against my zipper. It pisses me off that women always know when a man's aroused, yet we have no real clue when a woman gets wet. My cock has betrayed me more than once and cost me some very fine pussy. I was determined to not let that happen with Alexis Champion.

"How much?"

She leaned back against the rail, "Seriously? You want to negotiate now?"

I knew I was going to buy the hotel before I ever got on the plane. All I needed was a number.

"Yep. Now. How much?"

Alex dragged heavy on her cigarette, " It's a steal at three four," then exhaled and tossed her cigarette in the wind.

I stared down at her. My dad called it the moment of truth. It's designed to throw your opponent a curve. Dead silence is the key. The first one that talks, loses.

The rule of thumb for buying a hotel was simple. They typically sell for around twenty five grand per unit depending on location and amenities. Her hotel had ninety rooms, plus four penthouses. In my mind, she had overpriced the hotel. It was her move. I stayed silent.

"Okay. two nine and that's as low as I'll go. Take it or leave it."

She dropped a half million without me saying a word. I had to tap her just once. "Two eight and that's as high as I'll go."

She grinned, "Deal. Now, take me to bed."

I picked her up and kissed her hard all the way to the bed. I laid her down gently. She dragged my coat off like it was on fire. I tore her satin blouse off and she gasped. We went at each other feverishly. I suppose it was the angst from the brief negotiation, but whatever it was...it was powerful.

Her legs were wide open and my full weight was on her in seconds. She gasped when I shoved my cock through her warm wet pussy lips. She moaned as I drove it deeper and deeper.

I felt her heels on my back, her ass lifting off the bed. She was hot and getting hotter. I began pumping hard and fast. This wasn't love making. This was good old fashioned fucking, and we both knew it. I felt her pussy spasm over and over. Her cunt was soaking wet. Every stroke displaced more of her juices. I was close.

"Do it! Cum in me!" She screamed and tossed her head to the side. I took advantage of her neck and bit it hard as her pussy clamped tight making my cock explode deep inside her.

"Oh Fuck!!" she screamed once more. "Bite me! Hurt me!"

I bit down hard and she cried. I bit down again and she sobbed. I knew I was hurting her, but that was what she wanted. Then she said something that surprised me.

"Love me!"

I didn't answer. Instead, I let my cock do the talking. It shot a steady stream of warm cum inside her.

"Yes. Yes, baby. That's what I wanted."

I laid on her and we kissed for the longest time. I loved her mouth. The way it felt on mine. The smell, taste, texture, and the way it fit as we tongue kissed had my cock twitching inside her as her pussy spasms continued. It felt strange for her to continue having tiny orgasms while my throbbing cock lay still inside her, but I loved the sensation.

Afterwards, we shared a cigarette, then showered. We fucked in the shower. I ate her pussy while the warm water dripped from her stiff nipples. She returned the favor and sucked my cock with the shower raining down my chest.

I'd masturbated with the sexiest female limo driver in New Orleans. I'd bought a hotel. I'd steamy sex with a Vogue model. What a fucking day!

It was a great day. Now, let's hope it's a 'Stormy' night.












Meet Alexis Champion...

Hollywood Housewives

It was a long hot summer in 1992, especially in Palm Springs, California.

The Hamilton's had rented a villa on Canyon Lakes, and immediately invited my wife and I out for a long weekend.

Paula and I lived in Hollywood and since Palm Springs was really no more than a two hour drive, we took my Porsche Carrera convertible instead of her Jeep Wrangler. That's California living. Plus, it was easier to fuck with the top down, and we did love fucking in that little red rocket. I'd learned to be prepared around Paula. She had taken 'spontaneous' to a whole new level.

We arrived around 11:00 a.m. and were greeted by Ward and Vanessa Hamilton. Did I mention the Hamilton's were Paula's parents?

Ward was a handsome financial planner in Beverly Hills, and apparently a very good one. Their home was more like a museum than a home. Terrazzo floors, towering ceilings, frescos, original artwork by the masters, and more fresh flowers than most florists see in a week. They seem to be bursting from the stone flower pots everywhere you turn.

Vanessa Hamilton was what many considered his equal. She was beautiful, had an Ivy League education, and had made her own fortune in real estate. You may have seen her billboards on Sunset Boulevard. Yep, she was a looker. But, a looker that sold multi million dollar homes, unless she bought it herself. And she did all that part time. The rest of the time she was a typical Hollywood housewife. You know the type. Expensive lunches with the other  housewives, always dressed to the hilt, always giving huge sums of money to charities.

Looks, brains, money and sex appeal can be very powerful in Hollywood.

Paula and I bunked in the upstairs bedroom and fucked as soon as the door closed behind us. She was a great piece of ass and the word 'no' never soiled her pouty lips. Even when we dated as high school seniors, Paula was game. But, she was my game and everyone knew it and left her alone. The only reason she wasn't a virgin when we married was because as far as I know, one can only lose their virginity once, and she had given it to me within minutes of turning eighteen. One of those classic moments etched in young women's minds forever.

The fireworks may have been over the top, but Paula and her family were over the top kind of people. Just imagine your parents lighting off fireworks in your backyard after being de-flowered.

Exactly.

After fucking, Paula had to nap. I understood it because she put out hard. she put out fast, and she put out often. I did love her enthusiasm.

Me? I needed no nap. What I needed was to get into my swim suit, drag my favorite UCLA t-shirt over my head and get outside where I knew Vanessa would be lounging by the sparkling pool.

I hurried downstairs, slid the floor to ceiling patio door open and stepped outside.

There she was.

My mother in law was wearing a traditional yellow bikini. She would never wear a thong and show her ass. No, she preferred men to wonder how her cheeks looked. She knew mystery was a wonderful aphrodisiac.

She was hot and she knew it. Everyone knew it. I certainly did.

I had seen many men try to get her attention. Why wouldn’t they?

She was tall, had bronze legs with perfect thighs and calves that flexed when she walked, a great rack, exceptional ass, and a movie star face. I’d classify her as voluptuous.

Actually, she reminded me of the cartoon character, Jessica Rabbit. Maybe it was the mane of red hair that draped over her left eye and cascaded in soft waves over her left tit. Or maybe it was the way her luscious red lips always looked wet.

Or the way she smoked. She didn’t smoke a cigarette. She made love to it.

She took great care in lighting up. First she would hold the barrel between her thumb and forefinger and roll it slowly with the filter pointed away from her. That usually awakened my cock. Next, she would turn her wrist ever so slowly pointing the filter right at her luscious mouth. I imagined it as the tip of my cock. Would she put it between those wet lips?

Many times, she would turn and look in men’s eyes as she laid the white filter dead center on her lower lip. When she closed her lips around it, she would once again, roll it slowly and seductively before slipping it between her delicate fingers.

She would always touch the back of my hand with her red fingertips as her crimson lips puckered. I imagined them tickling my balls. Damn.

Then her cheeks would hollow as the flame flickered under the tip. Tiny wisps of gray smoke leaked from the edges of her mouth on the first puff and shot down the barrel quickly.

Then she would take the smoke deep. Her ample tits would rise and her eyes would sorta half close like she was enjoying the taste of my cock inside her warm mouth. Sometimes she would moan softly. Double damn.

And like most men with a pulse and a prick, I imagined her sucking my cock like that.

The release came when she exhaled slowly, making sure we all noticed the warm smoke seeping from her crimson lips. I pictured the white smoke as gobs of my cum. Oozing, and dripping after feeding her.

Like I said. She was hot and she knew it. And she also knew men.

“Tommy?” She shouted from the other side of the pool.

I was sitting on the patio in a rattan chair reading, ‘Wanderlust’ by Danielle Steele.

“Yes?” I answered as I dog eared the page and closed it. I was just getting to the good part, but when Vanessa calls...well, a good book would have to wait. It wasn’t going anywhere.

“Sugar, do you have a few minutes? I need you.”

Now, what’s better than a sexy woman needing you?

Exactly. I non-chalantly adjusted my cock and stood.

“Sure. What do you need?”

I was hoping for, ‘I need you to come here and fuck my brains out’.

Instead I got, “A cold beer, please. No cans. A bottle would be wonderful.”

It was then I knew the seduction was on. Vanessa preferred bottles because she could suck and lick the tip and make men fucking crazy. I had caught her act many times and always got hard. And she knew it.

"Sure thing. Coming right up."

The villa had a very elaborate outdoor kitchen. I walked over and looked under the counter and found the stainless steel coolers with glass doors. One side was wine at 52 degrees, the other side was beer at 36 degrees. No soda. This was an adult playground. Overhead was a row of flat screen televisions presumably so one could watch several games at once. A green blackjack layout was atop the bar and a leather backgammon game was open and ready for play.

But, sports and games were not on my mind. What was on my mind was having some kind of sex with my mother in law. My hopes were high. I silently wondered if that was the reason she had called us. Might just have been my overactive ego, but Vanessa had always been very flirtatious with me. Maybe the Hollywood housewife was going to have her way with her son in law? Hmm.

I grabbed a couple of frosty beer bottles, twisted the caps off and headed for Vanessa who was sitting upright on the blue lounger smoking a cigarette. Even from fifty feet away, I noticed the smoke in her mouth. My cock was swelling and I was sure it would give me away before I ever got the chance to make my move. Actually, I had no move planned. One doesn't make plans with women like Vanessa. We just sit back and go with the flow.

"Thank you, sweetie." She said with smoky lips.

My cock wiggled as I handed the bottle to her.

"You're welcome. Anything else?"

"Yes. Sit with me for a few minutes...if you can."

"Oh, I can. I enjoy our time together." I dragged a vinyl covered chair over and sat.

She sucked on her cigarette and took a swig of cold beer. I knew she was looking at me, even though she had on big sunglasses. She exhaled into the bottle and licked the tip. My cock went to defcon 4.

"Oh, that's sweet. I like our alone time, too."

I lit a cigarette and watched her glance around.

"Where's Paula, babe?"

"Napping. Where's Ward?"

"Golfing."

"Looks like we're all alone."

She dragged hard on her cigarette then snuffed it out.

"Yes, it does. How about a swim? It's hotter than Hell out here."

A swim? Hmm. Visions of her long legs wrapped around me, her arms hooked around my neck, her tongue deep in my mouth. Yep. A swim sounded perfect.

"Sounds great. Last one in and all that!"

I hopped up and saw her splash before I got to the edge.

"Hey, that's not fair. You cheated!" I shouted then dove in and swam straight to her under water. I saw her legs moving slowly, her arms skimming the top as she tread water. I came up and was surprised when she hooked her arms around my neck. Our lips were inches apart.

"No. I haven't cheated. Yet," she whispered to my lips.

I reached under her thighs and pulled them up so she could wrap her legs around me. I felt her cross her ankles and squeeze me between her legs.

I glanced upstairs to make sure Paula wasn't on the balcony. She wasn't. I was going for it.

She gasped as I kissed her hard. Her tongue went wild in my mouth, mine in hers. It was a battle.

It was our first real kiss and long overdue.

My cock was stiff and pressing between her camel toes. She began humping me as the one kiss turned to ten. My mother in law was kissing me with such force and passion, it was then I knew I hadn't been imagining things. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

I pumped my stiff cock between her legs. She pumped back. I held her tight. She held me tighter.

We both gasped when the kiss broke free.

"We...we can't...do this." She whispered.

"Yes, we can." I whispered back.

"No."

Yes."

"Baby. No. Not like this."

"Okay. If not now...where and when?"

"Tonight. I'll figure it out."

"Okay. I want you, Vanessa."

"Even though it's wrong?"

"Yes. Especially because it's wrong."

"You are such a bad boy."

"You have no idea."

"Oh, I think I do."

I kissed her again.

"Do you want me?" I asked.

With her arms draped over my shoulders, she replied, "Yes."

"How much?"

"Very much."

"Then make it happen."

"I will." She kissed me softly and slowly.

"I do love the way you kiss me. And I love how hard I make you."

"It's always hard around you. You know that."

"Yes, baby. I often can see the outline of your cock when you're near me. I like watching it swell when you look at my mouth...especially when I'm smoking."

"I figured you were doing that on purpose. You enjoy teasing me?"

"I'm not teasing. I'm simply giving you something to think about when you're alone. Do you think about me, Tommy? I mean when you're feeling very..."

"Horny? Yes. I do. Does that excite you?"

"Very much. Do you touch yourself thinking of me?"

"Yes. And do you think of me and touch yourself?"

She paused and nibbled her lower lip. Had I been indelicate?

"Yes, darling. I find myself completely smitten. Sometimes it drives me to want to do things I shouldn't."

I felt her rubbing her pussy against my stiff cock as we kissed hard.

"Honey...I can hold my breath for two minutes. Can you cum quickly?"

Hmm. A challenge for sure, but I love challenges.

"Not normally, but for you...I'll do my best."

"I hope so. I'm dying to taste your cum."

My cock shot straight up to my waistband as she sank on the spot. I felt her drag my suit down and I thought of kicking it off, but for some reason, I didn't.

I felt her wrap my cock with both hands and rub and squeeze it a few times. Then I felt a warm sensation and looked down and saw my cock in her mouth. Her tongue stroked my shaft. My rim was behind her lips. She sucked slowly at first as my hand cupped her chin. I caressed the edge of her mouth with my thumbs and felt her cheeks cave in. Her red hair floated to the top and moved slowly like the tentacles of an octopus.

Her sucking became more intense, almost desperate. Was she running out of air? Had it been two minutes?

I held her head with both hands and fucked her warm mouth. I felt her moan and the vibration on my cock was intense. I arched my back and pumped harder and harder. My cock slammed the back of her mouth again and again. I sensed she was having an orgasm as her legs went silent in the calm water.

I groaned softly and shot my load deep in her mouth. She gulped over and over before surfacing with a gasp.

"Fuck! That was wild!" She whispered with a devilish grin as she pulled my trunks up.

Then we heard a splash.

It was Paula.

She surfaced and her long black hair covered her face. Atop her head was a glob of cum.

"Hi guys!" she said gleefully. "Whatcha doin?"

Vanessa and I stared at the cum hoping it didn't ooze down Paula's forehead. Something had to be done and quickly as the mass inched forward.

"Playing!" I shouted as I hopped on her and held her head underwater while Vanessa scooped the cum from her hair and after looking around for a place to drop it, decided her mouth was the closest option. She just shrugged and chugged it down in one big gulp.

Then we both laughed and double high fived each other.

Paula popped up like a cork between us, "What's so funny?" then shoved me underwater .

Frankly, I thought she'd over reacted, but under the circumstances, well...who was I to complain?

After a few seconds, Paula got off my shoulders and I popped up grinning.

"Satisfied?" I asked.

She answered, "Not in the last hour, but we have time. Say, how about taking me to the country club dance tonight? I just saw the announcement on television."

I glanced at Vanessa, "You and Ward going?" as she was slipping out of the pool. She glanced over her shoulder and looked me in the eyes as she grabbed a towel, "Of course. It's a big event and Ward's on the committee. You will be our guests," then held her head to the side and dried her hair with the towel.

I realized then that was Vanessa's plan all along. The dance was the reason for the trip. She was going to seduce me at the dance. The incident at the pool was simply spontaneous.

Paula and I got out and grabbed a few towels from the pile and joined Vanessa on the sheltered patio. It was early afternoon and hot. Very hot.

"Baby, get us some beer. Mom prefers bottles." Paula asked while lighting her mother's cigarette. Paula stared at the flame. Vanessa stared at me and inhaled sharply. She had me right where she wanted me. Or maybe I had her.

I nodded, "Coming right up," as my cock twitched for my mother in law. Paula turned her head as a duck squawked across the pond.

Vanessa sucked hard on her cigarette and I slid my hand down my flat stomach and touched my cock faintly for her.

Smoke seeped from her wet lips as she mouthed the words, "Love me?"

I winked, "Yes."

Lolita

After going over it in my head for days, I always came up with the same conclusion;  I was going to meet an online lover.

My policy on that has changed back and forth the last couple of years. Initially, after talking on the phone and getting one another off, and if geography wasn’t an issue, I would meet the sexy voice in person.

I would have to say after a few of those encounters; my batting average was very low.

Let’s take the last one for example. It went something like this during the initial awkward first minute.

“Uh, you’re Butterfly_350?”

I would ask with my head tilted to the right to see if maybe my eyes were out of whack. Butterfly_350 was supposed to be 5’7”, and 120 pounds.

In her profile pic, her hair was long, wavy and luxurious.

Naturally, the face in that same pic had virtually no resemblance to the one standing in front of me then.

Gone were the rich full lips coated in pink lip gloss. Those lips were now just one thin line smeared with a red grease pencil. The same could be said of those sparkling blue eyes that were now as red as her hair, and basically just two slits gouged into puffy cheeks.

I shuddered as she shouted, “Gosh…it’s really you! Tommy Crown is standing right here in front of me. Gee, I’d recognize you anywhere. You look exactly like your profile pic!”

At that moment I wanted to run, but my parents raised me to be polite.

“Aww, thanks hon…you look …well, you look great yourself!”

Naturally, she’d fluff at her hair and say something like, “I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me. I did change my hairstyle a bit, and uh…put on a few pounds.”

The long wavy hair, (if that was even hers in the first place) had been whacked to little patches of fine red hair that reminded me of a half plucked chicken. The few pounds had latched onto her entire body. I should have asked more questions about the ‘350’ in her user name, so chalk that one up to me.

Then I gave her a tiny peck on the forehead and dragged her by the elbow away from the crowded airport foot traffic. I wanted the darkest, least conspicuous place I could find to deliver the news.

I settled for a closed coffee shop that had open seating.

As I dropped her in the orange plastic chair, she yanked my tie and pulled my head down even with hers.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes as she proceeded to kiss me over and over. It reminded me of my Aunt Alice who never kissed me once when she greeted me when a dozen suited her more. I was only 8 years old, and found it annoying as hell.

After butterfly_350 finished her assault, she released my tie, and I stood quickly. There were no fears of an erection betraying me, as my cock had disengaged on first glance of my online lover.

Ok, that one didn’t quite live up to the billing.

I dragged her back to the ticket counter and laid down my Platinum American Express and urgently said, “one way ticket to anywhere asap!”

Butterfly_350 patted my hand and calmly said, ‘It’s ok dear. I can pay to get myself back to Rock Island. You don’t feel bad about this; it happens all the time.”

OK, I’m an asshole, but I do have some sense of decorum. I found myself leaning down and raising her flabby chin with my forefinger, then kissed her little red mouth quickly.

I spun on my heels and waved goodbye over my shoulder without looking back.

My point is that I had already discovered that the small step from cyber world to planet earth was a free fall into the abyss.

But, damn it, this new little waif that snuck up on me in the comment section of my blog just had my heart racing.

Even her screen name turned me on. Lolita!

After hours and hours of hammering out messages back and forth, and countless sexy pictures being exchanged, we made the decision that this was probably more than a casual fantasy.

Skype was out of the question since two women live with me 98% of the time here at my Florida home on Sanibel Island.

Phone sex was also tricky for much the same reasons, so once again, I hopped on a plane and headed to our agreed upon rendezvous.

After dozens of emails we discovered something wrong with just about every place on earth that favored a fuck fest.

How about an Alaskan cruise? Well, we’re stuck together for 8 days which is cool if we hit it off. But, if she turned out to be a goat instead of a Lolita, well, look for me overboard!

A weekend of horseback riding at Scotty’s Dude Ranch at the base of the Grand Canyon looked promising until Lolita claimed she was allergic to hay.

It was the beginning of summer, and Arizona’s Red Rock Canyon was nice and remote in Sedona, but also hotter than Hades.

Anywhere north was cold and neither of us fared well with red cheeks and sniffles.

So, the most logical place for our rendezvous to me was my old standby.

New Orleans.

Ah, yes… ‘The Crescent City” full of grace and charm, well…except for the four thousand FEMA trailers that had been abandoned over in the ninth ward, but to most folks, Katrina was well behind them now, and the ‘new’ New Orleans was in full swing again.

Since I considered this to be a chance to impress,  I booked the penthouse at ‘The Banks’, which as the name implies sits on the banks of the Mississippi. It is known to be the best of the best in luxury hotels on the river.

My plans included dinner at 8:30 p.m. at Pat O’Briens in the French Quarter, and a midnight cruise on the Delta Queen, an old fashioned riverboat that catered to young lovers.

Then, if all went as planned, we should end up in bed back at the Bank’s by 2:00 am, where we would make passionate love until daybreak, and then fall fast asleep with her leg draped over my thigh as our mixed results trickled down to the satin sheets.

But, right now, it was time to go to the airport to pick up Lolita.

Naturally, a white stretch limo was under the canopy at the Banks, curbside with the driver standing rather stately holding the right rear door open for me.

The driver nodded as I slid in and as he walked around to the driver’s door, it suddenly occurred to me how foolish this whole thing was.

Now, remorse isn’t usually an emotion that I easily embrace. I tend to make decisions and see them through. So far, with the exception of a few minor bumps in the road, I’ve managed quite well in the pursuit of women, so I had no idea why I was suddenly questioning myself.

But, as I gazed out the darkened windows and watched New Orleans speed by as we zipped down I-10, that’s exactly what I was doing.

Why in the world would this stunning 19 year old girl want to meet someone like me?

According to her, she’s read every one of my stories, and understands that while they may not be 100% true in terms of names and dates, the overall description of who I am is pretty accurate.

From my profile pic to my descriptions of my countless indiscretions, she knows exactly what she’s getting into.

The driver pulled up to the international terminal, since my Lolita was flying all the way from South Africa for this crazy adventure.

The driver let me out and I quick stepped through the ground level portion of the terminal and hopped on the escalator. I was to meet her at the bottom of the escalator, but simply couldn’t wait.

I stepped off and headed for gate 57 which was at the far end of the terminal. My mind raced as I looked at my Rolex for the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes.

In my mind’s eye, I imagined a small woman around 46kgs, or 101 pounds, with dark brown hair, and chocolate eyes. She would probably be wearing something comfy like teenage girls do. I’m guessing those expensive jeans that have shredded knees, and some kind of cutesy tee shirt from some fabulous hot spot in Johannesburg, and comfy flip flops.

I nervously lit a cigarette and dragged on it heavily. The calming sensation was instant and gratifying. Then I remember she didn’t smoke! I stubbed it out and fanned my face.

I leaned forward and rested with my elbows perched on my knees and once again, wondered if I was doing the right thing. After all the ‘chats’ and emails, I suddenly realized that I didn’t really know her at all.

All that cyber stuff was supposedly just a fantasyland for adults. It wasn’t real, everyone would say. It didn’t matter if the other person was married, single, bi sexual, lesbian, gay, or even a real person.

She could have been a ‘bot’, a ruse to get wealthy men like me to agree to meet somewhere, only to be bush whacked for my Rolex and Amex card.

Once again, I found myself rubbing my wrist subconsciously hoping I felt my watch.

Just as I started to bolt, the passengers from her flight were deplaning about forty feet away. They were all dragging those wobbly suitcases as they shuffled along. I didn’t see one happy face.

I guessed the 15 hour flight had made them weary, and once again, I kicked myself for my stupidity. With all my travel experience, why did I make dinner reservations for 8:30 p.m. when the plane was scheduled to arrive at 7:50 p.m.?

Surely, she would be tired and would need some recovery time, and time of course to shower and make herself beautiful.

My stupidity was overwhelming me until I saw her.

Well, actually I heard her before I saw her. The click clacks of her stilettos were music to my ears compared to those damn carry-on bags with loose wheels.

It must be her. She was the last to pass through the gate and I’d not seen any beautiful women in ragged jeans and too tight tee shirts pass by.

This stunner wasn’t wearing jeans or a tee shirt.

Lolita was drop dead gorgeous in a little black cocktail dress, a string of pearls around her delicate neck, and a huge white, wide brimmed floppy hat.

The Kentucky derby came to mind where the women, even the not so pretty ones looked sensational in hats just like the one she was wearing.

How was it possible that there wasn’t a hair out of place, her makeup was perfect, and her clothes showed no signs of travel?

Before I knew it, she was right in front of me.

I looked down as she looked up, “Hi, Tommy darling!” then ran her pink lips across mine slowly.

The kiss was long, slow and dreamy as she held the back of my neck and caressed it with her fingers. There was no tongue; as that would have ruined it.

It was the kiss she had longed for from somebody all her young life. It certainly was worth waiting for on my end as well.

My cock pushed up to my waistband to see what all the commotion was that had stirred him from his nest above my balls. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her ass and pulling her to me just so she would know what she had done to me.

The urge subsided when I saw people gawking at us. The kiss ended as we gazed in each other’s eyes.

“So, you’re the Lolita?”

“Uh huh…and you’re the player…Tommy Crown.”

I caressed her face with the palm of my hand and remarked, “You’re stunning” then kissed her once again softly, grabbed her hand, and headed for the limo.

“Thanks baby. You’re pretty stunning yourself.”

With those words, my cock snuck up to my waist band to take a peek.

It was uncomfortable walking to the escalators, so I let him go back to sleep.

The white stretch was curbside and the prim driver had the door open wide as we slid in.

As we left the curb Lolita asked, “So, where are you taking me player?”

“I made reservations for dinner. I thought you might be hungry.”

“Oh, I’m hungry alright, but not for food. I had dinner on the plane.”

I’m not ordinarily caught off guard by such comments, but coming from the mouth of someone that looked so elegant and refined did throw me. Lolita had the face and voice of an angel and had me completely off my game.

But, she was expecting a strong, decisive man that could take control of any situation. That used to be me, but she had me so flustered.

There wasn’t a single sign that she was a teenager other than her young face. No bubble gum, no earphones stuck in her ears, and certainly no jeans or tee shirts.

So, after I regained my composure, I took control.

“Well, we don’t have to go to dinner. The Hotel is only twenty minutes away. Maybe we should just go there and get you settled in.”

“Yes, my love. That sounds perfect. I’d like a chance to get out of these clothes and maybe take a hot bath.”

Then she gracefully removed her hat and released the pin that held her hair in place. She shook her head and tousled her hair until it fell into place framing her face with ringlets of silky hair.

Lolita was certainly breathtaking as she lay against my arm and turned her head up to me for a kiss. My lips pressed hers gently and her cherry lip gloss smelled great and tasted even better. I thought it was the perfect kiss at the perfect time.

But, apparently she didn’t.

“Baby, I won’t break. Where’s that player that always knew how to turn me on with just a few words. The one that French kissed me on the screen and I felt it. I’m here now, so I’d like to actually have one in person.”

For once in my life I felt completely awkward as the teenager crawled in my lap and took my face between her small hands.

“Now, this is what I want.”

Suddenly, she took my face in her hands, leaned to my parted lips and slid her tongue in my mouth. My cock quickly sprang up in my slacks knowing he was about to see some action. Our mouths clamped together tightly as our tongues danced. Saliva dripped from our chins and she caught the stringers with her fingers and dangled them back in her mouth.

Oh, she was hungry alright. But, her hunger didn’t match mine.

I said to the driver, ‘Take the long way. About an hours worth.”

I saw him looking at us in the rear view mirror as he smiled and said, “As you wish Mr. Crown. How about a nice long drive down by the river?”

“Sounds perfect.”

I hit the power button for the privacy curtain that turned the backseat dark and quiet.

We began making out and undressing simultaneously.

Now, completely naked, I laid her back on the soft leather and pushed her knees apart. My lips kissed her ankles, then the backs of her knees. A hand touched my long salt and pepper hair as I moved to her inner thighs. I kissed them softly; first one then the other as my Lolita moaned. My hands lifted her thighs as she placed her legs over my shoulders. I could smell her arousal. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and slid my hands to her delicate pussy. It was moist and shiny from our hot kissing. I used both thumbs to slide up and down her juicy slit preparing it for my tongue.

“Oh my God!” she whispered as my tongue slipped up her slit like a kid on an ice cream cone.

Again and again, I licked and again and again, she said, “Oh my God!”

I nudged her pussy open with my nose and darted my long warm tongue in and out as she wiggled and panted.

My right thumb brushed her clit as my tongue slurped on her.

“Ohhhh...FUCK!” she screamed as her legs began to tremble. Finally, I knew I was in my element. I wet my right forefinger from her juices and rubbed it around her tiny asshole.

She flinched and squirmed and almost protested as my wet finger urged its way up her ass.

“Oh God...Oh fuck...Baby...you’re driving me crazy!”

That was all the inspiration that I needed. My finger picked up the pace in her ass, matching my tongue in her hot pussy until I sensed a wave of pleasure uncoiling from inside her.

Lolita bucked against my mouth and finger and as I looked over her tummy I watched her toss her head back and forth as she cried, “Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me …FUCK ME!”

My finger pounded into her hot ass quickly as my tongue sucked on her puffy clit. Her juices began to flow over my chin inspiring me to fuck her. I was on top of her burying my big thick cock in her tiny cunt before she knew what happened.

“Oh God yesss..I’ve waited so long for this baby! Fuck my little pussy!”

She hooked her arms around my neck tightly as her legs wrapped around my ass. I kissed her harder than I had kissed anyone in a long time, and she made me feel like no one had ever kissed her that way before.

Now, stuffed with my big cock, she rode me perfectly to a mind blowing orgasm.

Lolita sobbed as she arched her back and kept thrusting, sending our mixture squirting from her pussy.

“Oh dear God…I never EVER imagined this!!”

It was one of those moments that we get to experience in life that imprints your brain.

I lay on top of her and kissed her all the way down River Street.

She was still kissing my neck as the drivers voice came through the speaker, “Excuse me Mr. Crown. Shall I do another lap or take you to the hotel ?”

We looked in each other’s eyes grinning.

I pushed the intercom button and replied, ‘The hotel!”

My Lolita grinned as she massaged my heavy balls, “Oh player…you sure about that?” then kissed and slurped on my throbbing cock.


Then lit a cigarette and French inhaled slowly.

This online lover was more than I expected.

Meet Lolita!!

Aisle Six

During football season, everyone hung out at Tommy's on Sundays. After all, he had the biggest place and the biggest flat-screen that money could buy.

It was his usual crowd with his wingman and best friend Buddy, along with his assortment of college pals and some very hot ladies that knew the best place to meet men had to be Tommy's place on Sunday afternoons. It helped if they knew anything about football...most of them didn't.

During half-time Tommy announced he was off to te grocery store to replenish the beer and condiments. It was there that our story begins.

As he strolled up and down the aisles grabbing his favorite snacks, and a couple more deli trays, he turned down aisle six. Pickles were a must so he stopped and picked up a jar of his favorites and before he could place it in his cart, a tall good looking woman in her early thirties took the jar from his hand and set the pickles back on the shelf and chose another brand and handed it to him. She smiled, turned and pushed her cart on ahead.

He looked at the brand she had chosen, and didn't like the way the pickles looked. They looked kinda squishy. Tommy liked crisp dill pickles, so he put them back and grabbed his first choice and tossed it in his cart and continue down aisle six.

The tall woman was near the other end of the aisle, when he noticed her again. Tommy, at 6'5" thought she must be another 6'' footer, with long lean legs, narrow hips and a splendid ass.

Must be fresh from a workout

he thought as he noticed she had on black spandex speedos, and a loose sweatshirt that rode slightly off her delicate right shoulder. Her chestnut hair was piled loosely on the top of her head, secured by God knows what.

She looked interesting. Her fragrance was still in the air around him. He shook his head. It made no sense, to turn on the charm now, when he had pussy coming out of his ears already. Raven, Lola, Eva, Kelly...her mother Kate, the preachers wife were already signed up on his available anytime list. Why add another?

Besides, Biloxi was a small town, and he was already bumping into them all over town.

But, he was a player, and players always make room on their plates for something fresh.

So, he strolled along pushing his basket and walked on by stopping a few feet ahead of her to grab the Mayonnaise. Once again, the woman walked up to him, and took his Helmanns and exchanged it for Miracle Whip and handed it to him, then walked away. He put the Miracle Whip back, and made a snatch for his Helmanns and set the jar in his cart next to his Classic pickles.

Damn woman.

He'd had enough of her, so he swung his cart around, and went in the opposite direction, figuring he'd be better off without some health nut anyway. He smoked, drank, ate red meat, and had an appetite for sweets. He was fit, muscular, and exercised daily, but didn't consider his lifestyle particularly healthy.

If he pursued her, he thought, she would be one of those pain in the ass fucks, that would give him instructions as to how,and where to put his Johnson.

Fuck that.

As he whipped around the end of the aisle, there she was. Nose to nose with his cart. He looked up at her, after surveying his cart for damages.

Since this was the first time he got a look at her face, he took it all in slowly.

Wow!

Big blue eyes, perfect eyebrows, long lashes, and stunning lips coated in pink lip gloss. And with her hair tossed up and her sweatshirt trying to fall off, and erection was imminent.

They stood silent for a moment. He'd already checked her out, but she hadn't seen him full on face to face. Another Wow.

She was looking down at her cart and saw he was wearing shorts that showed off his muscular calves, powerful thighs, and a generous crotch. His six pack was tanned and easy to see, since he was wearing one of those half tee shirts.

Okay, she'd seen a lot of nice bodies before. No big deal.

But, when she saw that movie star face, with its square jaw and dimpled chin, full lips, under a modest nose, centered between ocean blue eyes, resting under a soft mane of sandy hair...well, she was done.

"Well, hell-ohhh, again." She said with her best sexy voice.

Tommy growled, "You smashed my pickles."

"What"

"My pickles. You smashed them."

His pickle jar was in the front of his cart and wounded beyond repair. Dying a slow death leaking pickle juice all over the end of aisle six.

"I told you not to get those pickles. They're too hard."

"I don't care for squishy pickles."

"Well, they're squishy now."

"And whose fault is that?"

She glanced down.

"Guess they weren't wearing their seat belts, so the fault is yours...not mine."

"Are you always so annoying?

"Are you always so arrogant?"

"I asked you first."

"I'm annoying?"

"See, you answer a question with a question. That's annoying."

"You are arrogant. I withdraw my question."

"Good."

"Fine."

She whipped her cart around his and stepped away briskly.

Crazy bitch.

He shoved his cart through his pickle juice and mumbled to the pimple faced stock boy next to him, "Clean up on aisle six"

She had gone left, so he went right. He grabbed his whole grain bread, Cheerios, and Uncle Bens Rice and headed for the check out.

With less than twenty items, the express lane offered him a hasty exit. The line was short, so he slid in behind a chubby little woman that was as wide as she was tall. She had one boogie picker on her hip and another one tugging on her chubby elbow.

He glanced in her full cart, "Uhh, lady, this is the express lane."

She looked over her shoulder at him, "Good, 'cause I'm in a hurry. Jasper has to shit."

Nodding her head at the elbow tugger. Perfect.

He took a step back and hung his ass on another cart. Naturally, it was the annoying sex kitten/health nut.

"You again." He grumbled.

"I feel exactly the same way."

"Back up before Jasper shits on me."

"Who's Jasper?"

"The one on her hip...I think"

She smiled, "Do you always have this much drama when you grocery shop?"

"Not just grocery shopping. Drama tends to follow me around."

"So, you're a drama magnet."

"Clearly, now will you back up?"

She backed up laughing, as Jasper did his business all over momma's Reeboks.. Wonderful.

Tommy made it out just in time and swung his cart around and sped away to a safer checkout where he was joined by Miss Annoying.

"Are you following me?"

"Honey, you have me hooked. I just don't want to miss anything."

"Okay, then stick around. It shouldn't take long for disaster to strike."

"Oh, I doubt it. I mean, what could possibly happen now?" The woman held her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.

Tommy grinned, "Anything. Everything. Hell, I'm even starting to like you."

She laughed, "Part of my charm. I took annoying classes. What's your name drama magnet?"

"Tommy.' He began unloading his cart on the conveyor as he winked at her..

"Suits you. I'm Kit."

He glanced up, "Hi , Kit. Having a nice day?" and continued digging his items out.

"It started kinda crappy, but I must admit, it's gotten a whole lot better since I came grocery shopping!"

He took a couple of steps forward as the clerk began scanning his items.

Suddenly, balloons dropped from the sky and loud band music came out of nowhere, as a smiling bald dude came running out to shake his hand, carrying a big envelope. He shook his hand rapidly while saying, "Congratulations. You're our one millionth customer!! You've won a years worth of groceries AND a Hawaiian Vacation for two!!!"

The local newspaper reporter began quizzing him, while the papers photographer snapped a few candid shots.

He turned to the sex kitten, who had squatted on the floor, laughing in her hands. She looked up at him, with tears of laughter in her eyes. She nibbled on her bottom lip and shook her head. He bent down, in front of her, "Told ya." She kissed him on the mouth.

"You sure did sweetheart. I'll never doubt you again."

He took her hands and pulled her up into a long embrace, complete with several warm kisses.

Click. Click. Click. More candid snapshots.

Kit grinned, "Shit"

"Problem?" Tommy asked. Kit shook her head.

"Good. I have to go with this guy to sign something. Wait for me."

Kit replied, "Oh, don't worry about that hon. I told you...I'm hooked."

She checked out and pushed her cart to the wall and sat on the bench. Her mind was a blur of pickles,mayonnaise, crashed carts, and slippery floors...snotty nosed kids, and shit laden diapers.

Most of all, she thought of Tommy.

Why had this amazing man come into her life today? Today of all days. The very day her husband announced he was leaving her and the kids for a twenty something nitwit? Why?

Kit was 35and still had plenty of fire left. She never refused Frank. Oh, there were plenty of times she wanted to, but she was his wife and that's what wives were supposed to do. No warm ups though. No sweet words or kisses. Just climb on and get off. A lot of things had her mind swimming. She had never cheated before but today...well, people come in and out of our lives for different reasons. Maybe this Tommy had some answers.

Tommy came out, "Let's get out of here!"

Kit hopped to her feetas he dropped his two plastic bags in her cart and took the helm. She tucked her arm through his as they walked out, looking very much like a happily married couple.

Once outside, in the bright sun, he slid his shades from the top of his sandy hair to his nose.

"Which way?"

Kit pointed to the last aisle by the street. She held the front of the basket directing him to the rear of her her silver mini van.

Tommy laughed, "This yours?" She popped the hatch and held her hand in to keep the soccer balls from rolling out.

"Yeah, why?"

Tommy pointed, at the red Porsche, that was parked nose to nose with hers.

"Mine!"

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately then said, "Looks like I've hit you twice today."

He shoved the cart away, "Do those seats...."

She cut him off, "Recline? They sure do. Want to take a nap with me?"

"Maybe after...depends."

"On?"

"If you wear me out."

"Oh, I'll do my best hon."

She walked to the side door and reached in and let the back seats fold into the floor. She climbed in and closed the door.

"Coming baby?"

He crawled in and pulled the hatch down behind him, slapping a couple of soccer balls out of the way. He looked up and Kit had already taken off her sweatshirt and had her back arched tugging off her Speedos. She kicked them from her feet and slid her feet back raising her knees. She let her knees fall to the side, revealing her shaved pussy to him.

Tommy grinned and crawled between her legs and began kissing her silky thighs. Kit moaned softly and ran her fingers through his soft hair. His lips were closer now and his hot breath made her moan again. This time , a little louder. Then his thumbs spread her purple pussy lips, revealing her wet pussy.

"Ahhh...yes baby...yes."

Kit cried softly. She held the back of his head clutching his hair between her fingers.

He slowly started his tongue around the inside of her lips as he rubbed the outside with his thumbs.

"Ohh baby...damn that feels good."

His tongue slipped inside for a few sample tastes.

"Ohhhh. Yesssss."

Kit rolled her hips to match his licks. She was smiling at her good luck as she pushed her pussy against his mouth.

"You like this baby? Eating my pussy?"

He glanced up at her and saw her playing with her nipples.

"I do. Your pussy is stunning, smells fresh, and tastes delicious. I could do this all day."

"Me, too...Just don't forget to fuck me."

"I promise. I won't forget."

"I haven't seen your cock...show me."

He slipped his right hand thumb in his waist band and dragged them to his knees then wriggled them down to his feet. He got on his knees and let his cock spring up.

"Ohh dear God..Come here."

She sat up and grabbed hold of his thick shaft with her left hand and rubbed the head against her slippery pink lips. They parted slightly, so she could slip her tongue out for a taste.

"MMMMM.....did you say something about stunning and delicious?"

He didn't answer as he caressed her face. She opened wide and went down him. All the way down.

"MMMMMMMMMMM"

She pulled her mouth up, slowly sucking him hard until she heard a loud 'pop'.

She gasped for air refilling her lungs.

"Put it in me...please baby. I need you so fucking bad."

Tommy laid on her and with one thrust, it was in.

"Ohh Goddd."

Kit bucked against him like she really meant she needed him.

He whispered, "Like that baby?"

"More than you could possibly know."

Her soft voice in his ear inspired him. He started pumping into her harder now.

"That's right..fuck me hard. I don't mind."

Tommy felt her long legs wrapped around his ass squeezing him tight. He was taking long hard strokes as he felt her fingernails down his back.

Kit bucked hard against him...so hard he felt her pelvic bones smashing against his. Her tongue dove in his mouth and slipped around his throat. She felt her orgasm along her spine first. Then pulled from the kiss and tensed up and screamed, "TOMMY!"

She flooded his cock and balls with her fresh juices. Her legs quivered when she sobbed, "Oh, shit..Oh shit...oh, there's more baby!"

He pulled out of her and went to her lips with the tip of his cock. Kit opened her mouth as she masturbated . Her hand was moving so fast he could hardly see it, but he heard the fast squishing sounds, which made his cock spurt on her lips.

She opened wide and said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," as the tip of his cock squirted warm cum in her mouth. One squirt, two, three, four, five hot shots that she let accumulate before swallowing. She pulled her cum soaked fingers, from her pussy and shared them with him.

"Ohh Baby...baby,baby, baby...damn...what a great fuck this was. Where the hell have you been and why didn't you get here ten years ago?"

Tommy kissed her softly, leaned back and said, "You weren't ready for me then."

"Well, I'm sure's hell ready for you now. Your mouth tastes like you smoke."

"Probably because I do. I'd like one right now since you brought it up. Do you mind?"

"Mind? Honey, my husband made me quit three years ago. I've craved one every day since. Light one up for us."

He slipped a Marlboro Light in his mouth and lit it. She put her mouth close to share his inhale.

Tiny wisps of smoke curled around her wet lips.

"Fuck...that's great. I loved smoking. And I gave it up for nothing. Fucker!"

She laid in his arms and took the cigarette from him and dragged it deep.

"Nothing? Why? What do you mean?"

"Fucker left me...today in fact. That's why I'm here. He's packing his truck and I didn't want to hang around, so I came grocery shopping. And now look what's happened. Just don't fuck it up and tell me you're married."

"Not a problem, babe. I'm definitely not married."

She French inhaled slowly, thoughtfully..."Man, what a story this would make, huh?"

"We'll see. It might. Ever been to Hawaii?"