My Neighbor's Naughty Habits 4
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10:17 AM
9 March 2010
Tuesday
Dear Dagny,
My neighbor's car door sliding open in the wee hours of the morning persisted. You will recall, the last time it happened, my phone rang at the same time.
Maybe he got my number from all the calls I had made earlier to "HOT STUD".
Taking a quick look at my messages, I was relieved to see it was indeed from the erotic phone site. I concluded the call backs had to be on some kind of an automated system and were nothing to be concerned about. Still I couldn't sleep looking for more answers.
Then it occurred to me. Maybe, my neighbor didn't want to wake up his house mates--that his early morning treks out to his vehicle were for privacy reasons--to make an overseas phone call. Although the idea was not as thrilling or titillating as my fantasies, it gave my mind a rest, calmed me down and I finally went back to sleep.
Hugs,
Your Client #5252
P.S. Just so you know, I'm due back in California by the 15th. Tonight, I'll be staying with friends at their Lake Michigan cottage near Holland. At 8:00 AM they'll drive me to the local Amtrak Station, where I'll take the train to Chicago.
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7:30 AM
10 March 2010
Wednesday
Hey Dagny,
Here I sit in the Amtrak Station in Holland, Michigan. The Pier Marquette #31 is due to leave here at 8:21 AM and arrive in Chicago at 10:33 AM. The California Zephyr, leaves later at 2:00 PM. I will arrive in Denver Thursday about 8:00 AM and leave Saturday morning for San Francisco. I'll be staying at my favorite hotel, "The Brown Palace".
As you have probably surmised, I need this break after my recent case of Cabin Fever. I think the trip will do me good.
Appreciatively,
Your Client #5252
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8: 00 PM
10 March 2010
Wednesday
Hey Dagny,
At dinner tonight I was seated at the same table as this handsome older guy named Will. We hit it off and talked about everything. Later he walked me back and
switched seats with the man who had been sitting next to me
Now hold on to your ski hat, you won't believe this:
Will is the owner of the ski lodge and the cottage next to mine. What are the odds! He is so cool and so nice. I can tell he likes me too. I'm dying to find out all about him and who the skiers are. Maybe at last we'll have some answers. I'll write back as soon as I learn more.
Hugs,
Client #5252
P.S. A few minutes ago I said a prayer and asked my Guardian Angel what was going on. He said HE was told, "Don't send a boy, to do a man's job."
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6: 00 AM
10 March 2010
Wednesday
Oh Dagny,
We had such a wonderful time last night! Ended up in the lounge car drinking and laughing and singing along with all our wild and crazy new found friends.
By the time we went back to our seats, Will had changed his plans. He called and made his own reservations at the Brown Palace . . . said he wasn't about to let me disappear down the tracks without him.
Kissing me tenderly, he covered me over with his travel blanket--insisted I rest my head on his shoulder.
Then the wine must have hit me, don't remember a thing. I woke up an hour ago, found the restroom and cleaned up; now I'm in the snack car having coffee and checking my mail while the train's stopped.
I can't believe I had a real live man sleeping next to me and I fell asleep!
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A few minutes ago, a waiter approached me with a pot of coffee and told me the formal dinning car would be
serving breakfast in fifteen minutes. Will showed up and we left together to eat.
"What is it they say," he said, pulling out my chair, "nothing is more intimate than having breakfast with a woman you slept with all night . . . " With that he kissed me on the back of the neck and said, "Stay here. Do NOT move."
"I'm not moving."
"Promise?"
"Yes, Will, I promise."
"I told our waiter to move up our breakfast slot by a half an hour," grinning he added, "I need to show you something I found."
Taking my hands, he pulled me up and commanded,
"Come with me."
He swiftly led me through the doors pulling me close for long hot kisses as we went from one car to another. The cold air and the pounding of the rails beneath our feet drove our lust ever higher.
"This doesn't mean you can put the moves on me," I warned him, trying to catch my breath.
"What moves?" he questioned, pushing me into an empty sleeping room and planting a long wet kiss on my neck as he unbuttoned my blouse.
Finding myself unable to resist, I threw my arms around the back of his neck, and pulled him close, returning his kisses as my hands feverishly explored his body.
He pressed his lips hard to mine until his tongue broke through to explore my mouth and break down any resistance I might have had left.
The tension built between us, and I knew it was to late to stop even if I wanted to. By the time we surfaced for air, we were on the bed and the door was locked. We were alone at last and loving it.
It had been a long time since I had enjoyed kissing a man and this was beyond anything I could recall. I let myself be swept away, immersing myself in it all: the savagery of his mouth, the insistence of his tongue, the demands of his hands'--his manly smell, the sweet taste of his skin.
Reaching up I held his face and marveled at its roughness, the strength of his neck and his muscular back. Not being able to contain myself any longer, I reached down and felt for the big hard bulge in his pants I wanted so much.
Pressing my hand closer, he unzipped and told me to grab on to his cock, set it free. As I was about to comply there was a knock on the door and the porter said,
"Whoever is in there: this is a reserved room for a couple who will be arriving any minute, please vacate it
immediately . . ."
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To be continued: My New Neighbor's Nasty Habits, Part 5
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