once-upon-a-time-there-was-agirl: smeghead1851: Baggage His luggage had been lost agai
once-upon-a-time-there-was-agirl: smeghead1851: Baggage His luggage had been lost again. But this time by the railroad ! He’d taken the train specifically to keep this from happening again. The company was so tight that they’d agreed to his request because it saved them thirty dollars on the fare. Now here he was, again, with just the clothes on his back and his computer bag. He plugged in and looked up a place to at least get a pair of jeans and a shirt and then headed out to do just that. When he’d returned the concierge stopped and let him know that his bags had arrived and were up in his room. “One of them was quite heavy, sir, I must say.” “Really ? Which one was that?” “The older trunk, sir. It was quite a heft for the bellboy.” He peeled a twenty out of his wallet and said, “ Please give him this, with my apologies.” His bags had been sent out from the house after he’d left. Why had they packed that old trunk ?He took the elevator up and went into his room. His two leather bags were on the bed. He unpacked them, hanging up his suits and his extra shirts. He arranged his shaving kit in the bathroom and then came back and just looked at the trunk. Why had it been necessary to send anything in that ? His leather bag was barely half full. Oh, well, he thought, let’s see what we’ve got. He dialed in the combination 717, his birthday, and popped the locks, and then released the latch and lifted the lid. The surprise inside nearly scared him to death. Kim had packed herself into the trunk, folded up in a contortionists dream, which she knew plenty about, as she had worked as one in a circus as one. “What the hell…” he sputtered as she unfolded her long legs first, stretching them out, revealing her beautiful calves and muscular thighs. She sat up in the trunk and smiled at him, saying “Surprised to see me ?” “Damn right I am. What the hell are you doing?” “I didn’t want to sleep alone, darling. Weekend nights are supposed to be ours, and Sundays are always special.” He smiled at the thought of the Sunday Night Special, as she called it. “I’m just making sure I get my Special.” She winked at him as she said this. “Well then, we’d better get you some clothes.” No need darling,“ she replied. “I brought a little something.” She stood up and bent down into the trunk and pulled out the little black see through dress she’d worn to the club where they’d met. He’d been playing a gig there, and she’d liked the promo picture on the advertising board outside. He’d nearly dropped his guitar that night. She’d sat down at the table right in front of the stage. When she’d taken off her coat, revealing her dress, he’d stumbled. She’d kept eye contact with him all night, and it was like he was playing just for her. That night changed his entire life. He was no longer a greying middle-aged loner. She’d given him purpose, renewed vigor, a desire to reach his goals. “Then get dressed, it’s time for dinner.” “Why don’t we order room service, darling?” “What will we do while we wait, dear?”, he replied sarcastically. “Anything your heart desires, sweetheart’” she retorted. It was going to be an interesting night. He ordered a pair of petit filet’s with wine, and then went to take a shower. She watched him undress. He was methodical about it, as he was with everything he did, very particular in his movements. The shirt hung over the desk chair back. No T-shirt today. The socks rolled Navy-style. The pants hung on the hanger in the garment bag he brought for his dirty clothes. When he took his briefs off, she smiled. Those beautiful ass cheeks that she loved to hold as he fucked her. Muscular thighs and bulging calves. His strong back and broad shoulders. He certainly didn’t look like he was approaching sixty. He turned and saw her admiring him. “You like it ?” he said , as he twirled around giving her a quick 360 degree view. “Very much,” She said smiling as she got up and came over to him to kiss him. He held her at arms length and said, “You don’t look too bad yourself, you know,” givng her a quick peck on the lips before releasing his hold. She blushed and gave a shiver, like she did everytime he held her in his firm grasp. She was like putty in his hands. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stepping into the large stand up basin. She followed him and watched as he wet himself down and the turned and lathered his hair. When his back was to her she stepped in with him. “Let me,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder. She began massaging his scalp and soaping his long grey and black hair that reached the middle of his back. He’d not cut his hair in several years, even though it had cost him several lucrative job offers. He’d reached the point where he was no longer willing to compromise. Her fingers were magic, releasing the tension of the day from his body. She pressed up against him, nipping at his shoulder, reaching around, flicking the ring in his left breast with her finger, making him swell and twitch. He turned and faced her, pulling her warm body to his, lifting her chin and kissing her deeply. His tongue ravaged her mouth and denied her oxygen, making her lightheaded. He released her and she was gasping as she clung to him. He reached behind her and turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower and he wrapped her in one of the big white towels and scooped her up and carried her, giggling, onto the bed. He was dripping wet and left a trail behind him. There was a knock at the door and female voice called softly, “Room Service, Sir …” He lay her on the bed and gave her a mischevous look, pulled her towel off and wrapped it around himself. His hard cock was jutting out, making a tent in the towel. There was another knock just as he opened the door. A young woman was handling the cart. “Your meals …” she stuttered as she saw him, half naked with a hard on pushing at his towel. “Your meals, Sir…” “Please, right in here. I’m sorry, I was in the shower”, he sheepishly explained. The woman brought the tray into the room and sat it on the crendenza at the window. When she turned to collect her tip, she was treated to sight of Kim lying naked on the bed, languidly stroking herself and sucking on one of her fingers. She blushed and began to leave. “Thanks”, he said, handing her a pair of crisp twenty dollar bills. She stammered her thanks and looked back at him over her shoulder. “Enjoy your meals, Sir ! ” He took the ties he’d brought with him and secured Kim sitting up to headboard and with her legs spread. He took his sleep mask and tied around her head, blindfolding her. “ There we go, now. Let’s eat !” Kim sat in darkness on the bed and listened as he poured the wine into the glasses and then brought them to the bed, sitting them on the night stand. She heard the clank of the silver wear as he gathered up the knives and forks, and the different sound of the metal against the plates. She could smell the steaks; the garlic and starch of the potatoes, and a vegatable….. green beans !She heard him cutting one steak, and then the other. He was being very deliberate, teasing her with his movements. She heard the clank as he sat down a piece of silverware and then a satisfied “mmmm…” as he took a bite and ate a piece of his steak. Her mouth was watering as she imagined the steak, and he whispered in her ear, “Eat. Open your mouth.” She opened her mouth, and he placed a piece of meat in her mouth. She closed her mouth around it and pulled it off her fork. A shiver went through her as the filet nearly melted in her mouth. “I can’t see to eat, darling.” “I know, I’ll feed you until you tell me you’ve had enough or finish. Potatoes ?” He took the fork and placed a small amount of Lyonaisse potatoes on the fork. They were hot and steaming and the smell filled her nose as she opened her mouth, sucking them off the fork after she’d closed her mouth around them. He placed the glass of Merlot against her lips and lightly tilted it, giving her a sip of wine. They continued eating like this through the entire meal. She’d been very hungry and ate every morsel, surprised at the different textures she found with her mouth. The warmth of the meat, the brown edges of the potatoes, the crispness of the beans. The wine surprised her, tasting and smelling of cherries and vanilla and cloves. They finished dinner, and she heard him clear away the dishes and silverware. “ Now, for dessert …” he proclaimed. “ Oh, I’ve had enough, love”, she said. “No darling, you ARE dessert.” With that, he grabbed her ankles and yanked her back prone on the bed, quickly tying her ankles to each corner of the bed frame.She was getting a little scared now. They’d never made love with her blindfolded before. He came up to her head and took her hair up in his hand, tying the long strands into a ponytail. Then he took her head by the ponytail and lifted it up slightly. She could feel his heat and instinctively opened her mouth, fluttering her tongue. She felt the touch of his tip at her tongue and tried to lunge at him. She Wanted him in her mouth. He held her head there and teaased her mouth with his glans, letting the tip brush her tongue or lips, but not entering her mouth. She was getting frustrated and more desperate as her need overtook her selfcontrol. She began panting at him, and drooled as she tried to swallow him. He wrapped the pontail in his fist and pressed his cock into her mouth. She opened wider, and shuddered hard, her hips bucking as he pressed all the way in to the back of her throat and pulled out, the strings of saliva coating him, hanging off her lips, and dripping down her chin and chest. He began pumping in and out her mouth in a steady rhythm, fucking her mouth as she slurped and sucked at him, her lips popping when he would pull all the way out of her mouth. He pulled her mouth off him and bent down and kissed her forcefully, his tongue exploring where his cock had been. Kissing his way down, he teased her hard nipples, licking at them with the hard tip of his tongue as he whispered “Would you like this on your hard littles clit, darling ?”. She let her moan be her answer as he kissed the sof flesh of her belly, sucking at her navel and the jewel that hung there. Kissing his way over her mound and the little strip of fur there, he trailed his lips around her, and began caressing her thighs with his mouth. He sucked long and hard at her several times, leaving little marks that only they’d be able to see later. His kisses made her squirm and moan and her body responded by flooding her pussy. A little rivulet of juices ran down her, making her skin glisten as her fower unfolded to his lips. Her juice was puddled inside her and shone in the light. He took his mouth and engulfed her, his tongue fluttering up and down her slit as he sucked at the nectar trapped inside her.His mouth was like and electric shock to her body. She gasped and squealed; her back arched, and her fists clenched and opened repeatedly as the pleasure rolled over her. She loved the way he used his mouth on her. “Oh yes… yes… I love your tongue” she moaned as he licked and sucked at her. She began humping at his mouth, so he he took his hands and pressed her down with his right while holding her by her ass with his left. His thumb was grasping her at the perineum, stretching her open as he began lashing her pussy with his tongue. She groaned and began shaking hard. “Oh… yes… I’m going to cum… going to… cum” she repeated several times. He took her swollen nub in his lips and began sucking, nipping at it with his teeth. She gasped again and then exploded in a violent orgasm, her head lolling to one side and her eyes rolled back in her head, just the whites showing through her fluttering eyelids. He released his hold and she lay there quivering and shaking in afteglow, little sighs and coos escaping her mouth. He released the cuffs holding her ankles and wrists and then forced her legs wide apart with his hands. He took her hair in his hand and pulled it roughly. “ My turn, Kitten…” he whispered. She felt his cock press against the mouth of her and then he was in her and she moaned against his shoulder. She was clenching down on him as he pressed harder into her, sinking his thickness into her. She took her legs and wrapped them around him, pulling him in and keeping him tight against her. He was thrusting into her, pounding her. “ Yes… yes… stretch me… fuck me… fuuuck meeeee…” she wailed in a high pitched voice as her body shook against him. She was clawing at his back , her fingernails tearing into his skin. He was driving deep into her now, his pelvis slapping against hers. A scream began building inside her, and she sucked hard at his chest as she released it against his body to muffle it, sinking her teeth into his skin. The effect of her biting him was to make him thrust one last time, deep up inside her. She felt the surge rush up his shaft and the warmth of his release as he squirted repeatedly deep inside her as growled in her ear, which made her cum yet again. He pulled slowly out of her, his cock coated in her creme and his semen. She slid down and engulfed hm, taking every last inch, slurping and sucking at him to get every last drop. He pulled her off him and lifted her up to him, kissing her passionately. She responded by taking his cock in her hand, and, straddling him, sat her dripping hole right down on his cock. She smiled at him as she leaned down and released his mouth. She began riding him slowly and, looking into his eyes said, “ More, please, Sir…”. It was going to be a special Sunday after all … Copyright PineyCreekPublishing2018 Mmmmmmmmmm stows away… So damn good with His words… *Fans self* -- source link