I asked a guy I worked with to drive me to the airport. Of course, I left very little time for traffic or some other disaster that awaited me on the roads of New Jersey. Sure as shit, traffic was horrendous. We weaved in and out and drove on shoulders to get to Newark Airport with literally seconds to spare. This, of course, was a year before 9/11 would change travel forever. I got my boarding pass from the kiosk and hustled down through security. All I had was a small sports bag for the weekend, so there was no problem sliding it through the x-ray machine. Waiting for it on the other end, I grabbed it and did my best OJ down the terminal and made it to the gate for the flight as they were closing the aircraft hatch. I took my seat in a full sweat and looked out the window and watched the ground crew take their places to guide the jet away from the gate and out to the taxi way. I began to think to myself.
"What am I doing here? This is ridiculous! She's a thousand miles from me. How are we going to carry on a relationship from that distance? "
It dawned on me, as we waited for clearance to take off, that we'd been basically doing just that, carrying on a relationship from a thousand miles away. Our talks brought us to a point where we eliminated the "getting to know you" aspect of our relationship. The anonymity of the IM box or even the telephone, freed us from any embarrassment conversations like we had would have brought had they occurred face to face. So I took off into the cold November sky starting to feel a little easier about seeing her again.
Although it was cold in New York when I left, it was even colder when I landed in Milwaukee. It was a different cold. It was a dry, testicle hiding cold. I could feel it as I stepped off the plane and into the jetway. I thought I would have to coax the "boys" down from behind my belly button before I did anything else that night.
We agreed beforehand that we would meet at the Courtyard in downtown Milwaukee but she would take a room of her own, "just in case!" I picked up my rental car and made my way up I-94 and tried to find Michigan Av., where the hotel was located. One of the things about coming from New York is that I'm very seldom intimidated by driving around other "major" cities. And soon enough, I just happen to go under an overpass and saw that it said Michigan Av. I got off at the next exit and made my way back and found the street and the hotel pretty easily.
I parked in front and went in to register. I had called Kay from the airport and told her I had landed. I apparently woke her up from a nap. She gave me her room number and I told her I'd come by as soon as I checked in. I was at the front desk and talking to the woman who was checking me in. I glanced away for a second and looked back to answer another question. I noticed she wasn't looking so much at me, but more like she was looking behind me. I turned around, and there she was, standing and smiling at me. She had on her reading glasses, which made her more attractive to me than I remembered in the parking lot the previous year. I kind of locked up in an awkward, stupid way. I had to force myself to grab her finally. My mind was screaming at me.
"Grab her you asshole! Grab her before she realizes how fucking ugly you really are!"
I held her tightly and actually picked her up off the carpeted floor. But, strangely enough, we didn't kiss. It's funny how you remember some things. We didn't kiss in the lobby. I finished checking in and she decided she was going to go with me and show me how to get to the parking garage. I held the door open for her and as she walked past, as is my want to do, I placed my hand on the small of her back as she walked through. I tell this now, because that small gesture, paid huge dividends later that night and weekend. I again held the passenger door open and let her in and circled around the rear of the car to get in on the driver's side. I settled behind the wheel and turned to say something to her and was met by a soft, wet kiss. Her hands came up to touch either side of my face as the kiss intensified. Her lips parted and our tongues met I wrapped her tiny frame into my arms and we kissed deeply. The fourteen months of talk and phone and emails disappeared. We were in the moment, deeply in the moment. The reality was that she was the first women I kissed like that, with the exception of my ex wife, in nearly twenty nine years. A taxi's horn interrupted us, we were parked in a little cut out just for guests registering. And the cab, apparently waited his allotted five seconds, and became impatient with us. We buckled ourselves in and she directed me around the corners to the entrance of the parking structure, which was four levels high, and up the ramps to the third level where she parked her own vehicle and directed me to the spot next to it.
"This way we can just get on the elevator here instead of going back down through the lobby. What floor are you on?" she asked.
"Three." I answered. Relieved that I didn't say "tree"!
"I'm on two but I'll come up to your room for a while and see what happens."
The "boys" were now making the return trip from their little foray into my lower cavity's anatomy. She walked in front of me. She had on a short black skirt and black panty hose. High heeled shoes and under her coat I could see a blue/purple/white bubble blouse. Her strides were confident, not a notice of hesitation or trepidation. This impressed me immensely because, my colon felt like It was going to empty at any second. She also had a little swing in her behind which was having yet another effect on me.
The elevator door opened and we walked down to my room. I slid the key card in and opened the door. What I neglected to tell her was, that through my connection, and I always have a connection somewhere, I got a suite while she got a standard room.
"Wow, who the hell do you know to get this?" she asked.
"Well, I could tell you , but then I'd have to chop you up and leave you in a 55 gallon drum along the highway." I laughingly answered.
I dropped my bag on the coffee table and leaned against the counter/bar that was off to the side of the room. She attempted to walk past me, I guess, to sit down on the sofa, but I reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her into me. Her face was inches from mine, her green eyes looking deep into mine. I needed to repeat the kiss we shared in the front seat of the Buick, without the car horn of course. I kissed her hard but not too hard. Her leg wrapped around mine as she fell/collapsed into me. As my memory serves me, it was a long, wet, hot, tongue twisting, tonsil jabbing, completely all consuming kiss. I could say it lasted an hour, but I wouldn't know if that would be an exaggeration or not. It just seemed to last that long.
I started to feel around for a place where I could touch her bare skin. I found a gap in between her skirt and blouse, and I ran my finger tips across her nakedness. She moaned slightly and deepened her kiss. I was amazed at the softness of her skin. I could feel her pulse pounding through her body as I kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulder. My own senses were beginning to overload with the feeling of her against me and the smell of her perfume. It had been years since I felt that alive. Every nerve ending was firing off.
We worked our way over the king sized bed, and when the back of her legs made contact with the foot of the bed, I worked her skin tight blouse up over her head. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off and then yanked my t-shirt over my head. We tumbled back onto the bed and tightened up our embrace. I unhooked her skirt and pulled the zipper down. I worked her skirt down past her knees and she was able to kick it off and onto the floor. In a few seconds she was completely naked and I was down to my boxers. I began to kiss her neck and slowly moved down to her breasts. I nibbled them gently and was immediately amazed by her response and by the reaction of her nipples to my mouth and teeth. I kissed my way slowly down her stomach and into her pubic area. I had told her for months that, if and when the time came for us to be together, that I would do this to her until her head caved in. And being a man of my word, I began to flick my tongue in and around her vaginal area. Each touch of my tongue on her clit, sent shivers of pleasure through her body like jolts of electricity. She reached down and touched the sides of my face with her fingers. I looked up at her and watched as her brow furrowed and her eyelids fluttered and her head rolled from side to side. She moved against my mouth and it wasn't long before she arched her back and let out a slight shriek of joy as her orgasm flowed through her body. I pulled my head away thinking that I had accomplished what I started out to do. Her hands reached out and pulled my face back into her. She again began to move against my mouth only this time, with a renewed and intense vigor. Her fingers traveled through my hair and from time to time pulled my hair slightly. Within a few minutes she was reaching her second orgasm. The sound from her was a guttural kind of laugh. It made me want to keep at it. She did nothing to stop me so I continued to savage her with my tongue and lips. She came again and again. Not being one to count, I lost track and lost time. I made her mine right there. Finally, she cupped my face in her hands and said ...
"No more, I can't...I just can't anymore."
I pulled back, still kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, and watched her curl up into a post orgasmic fetal position. It was better than I imagined, literally, for I spent a lot of time thinking about this very moment. I climbed up on the bed and pulled the covers down. She moved up to the head of the bed and snuggled into my armpit and began stroking my body with her fingertips. I use the word stroking when I should have said stoking! She worked me up pretty good and then whispered into my ear,
"What do you want me to do to you now?"
In my entire life, and after 26 years of marriage, I've never had a woman ask me that question, and with such a seductive voice. It made me shudder. I told her that she could start by reciprocating on me what I did to her. She giggled a little and said,
"Is that all?"
"yup, that's all."
"You know for a tough guy, you're way too easy."
She kissed her way down my body. Starting right there at my ear and then down across my neck and chest. She bit my nipples slightly, just enough to let me know where she was. It's not that I never had that done to me before, but there was a passion and heat that I had never experienced before. Her hand reached my cock slightly ahead of her mouth. Her touch seemed so familiar, which didn't seem as strange as it should've been, but definitely different. She kissed and sucked my ever hardening dick, with such care and passion it almost intimidated me.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" I asked her.
"No never ," she said," it's just beginners luck really." She said, looking up at me.
"Come on, I know you've done this to other guys before." I said through a smile.
"OK...OK...but I've only done this to the black guys!"
This made me laugh my ass off, which doesn't help maintain any kind of hardness. But she went back to work to rectify that situation and soon it was me arching my back and making animal noises. When I was done with my Goofy impression, she got off the bed and went to the bathroom and brought back a wash cloth to clean me and herself up.
She lay down next to me and we found a comfortable spot and position and spent a little time talking and kissing.
"We're not done yet, you know." she said
"No we're not, we've got two more days and nights if you survive tonight." I answered smugly.
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