His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. And that’s how it was with my father in law. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him? All of these and more race through my mind. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. I think about how they would feel under my hands.
So, Im going to be straight up for a second. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. I tried not to laugh when she said "hope you wife doesn't mind I borrowed you". She stayed on a few moments longer and sucked me dry, swallowing every last drop. It felt amazing to drain my balls in her mouth. She knew how close I was, and she didn't care. 20 minutes of off and on and me having to be as quiet as possible. When the friend started talking she popped back on. She told her friend she needed to cancel the room. When her friend came on the line she popped off and started jerking me hard. Jane rattled off her friend's name and the lady said it'd be a moment. I could hear the lady's standard hotel greeting. She had her phone in one hand and my cock in her other hand. I didn't fight it and pretty soon my pants were unzipped. I hadn't realized we were holding hands, but I did notice her hand on my thigh. The firm did a lot of business with this hotel, she could fix it with a single call. I started to talk about the cancellation policy and she laughed. She smiled and asked if I'd rather stay at her house. I offered dinner plans and asked if she wanted to share the room. I was the shoulder to cry on and I let her sob it out. Her daughter was up with her parents for the summer and she really didn't want to go home to an empty house. She'd caught her husband Brad cheating 2 weeks ago. She seemed distracted and suddenly started sobbing. Instead of just dropping me off she parked on the side. It was in the hotel parking lot where I sensed something was wrong. She insisted on dropping me off at the hotel. Again I offered to get a cab so as not to inconvenience her. I think both of us wanted to avoid talking about that part. We stayed away from the "since high school" cliche. Conversation was all business until that ran out. We picked up the bags and headed to some Thai place. I was fine with taking a cab but she offered to drive. Just to make it overly awkward I threw in "not a date" and the smile on her face said I'd hit my mark. I admitted I'd taken a cab and that I hadn't checked in yet. I was here to fix the system, everything else was a distraction.Īfter the tour I offered to buy Jane lunch. She rattled off about this office or that person and I just nodded and kept going. She'd grown from the high school girl into a beautiful woman. I kept pace so I wouldn't stare at Jane's ass. I asked where I could leave my bags and the receptionist stashed them for me. Jane didn't think it was funny, her boss probably did. Her boss assigned her as my babysitter while I was here. She found out that morning that I'd be the one handling the job. Standing behind me was my ex from high school. It wasn't until I heard the click of the heels, the gasp, and the soft voice that it clicked and I knew why the name was familiar. She took my name and told me it'd be a moment. The firm was massive, huge lobby, hot receptionist. I debated about renting a car an then just hailed a cab. Hotel didn't do early checkin, no big deal it's a roller an a backpack I can manage. Even when I made it to SD I couldn't quite figure out how I knew that firm. I could swear I knew the logo, knew the name of the firm, but couldn't place it. The whole flight I kept starring at the letterhead on the proposal. Kiss the wife, hug the kids, off I go to San Diego. He had too much on his plate to do the job so it fell to me. This particular time was a favor for a friend. On rare occasions I have to travel onsite and it sucks.
I'm the guy relaxing at the coffee shop, or the library, sitting in the mall, anywhere I have a decent wifi connection and I'm good.