Caught up in the emotion of being with her once again, he raised her hips and plunged deeper yet, "Oh my God!" she cried.
He thrust three times and then pulled out taking the end of his rod, and rubbing it into her part way saying, "How does that feel? Do you like it like this?"
With her legs wrapped around his torso, she groaned, "Yes, yes, just like that."
Slowly, steadily, he paced himself, as he rocked in and out telling her how good she felt to him.
She answered him each time with, "I know, I know, Oh yes, keep it going baby, do me. "
It blew her mind, it was beyond anything she had ever imagined or hoped for. Even still, she wanted more.
She called out, "Faster Baby, faster," meeting him thrust for thrust.
Mindlessly they drove fast down a one-way road straight towards the climax of their lives.
Over and over again, he drove her her body to jump the chasm--go up and over--the proverbial cliff with his.
Then suddenly it happened.
Millie went over the edge first, screaming out his name as her powerful muscles clamped around his thick hard cock
He followed calling out, "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck!" and then with one more thrust and one more, "Fuck!" he collapsed upon her totally spent and satisfied body.
Millie lie silent under Otto soaking in the angles of his masculine face until she realized he hadn't moved.
"Otto? Are you okay?"
"Yes . . . but . . . but . . . I need to have you get my meds from my jacket in the dinning room."
His eyes remained closed.
A slight smile was on his lip. He wet them and continued. "Millie, bring the Love Junkie back with you . . . his doctor's bag too . . . "
Love Junkie was up on stage about to do his third and final act for the night.
Seeing her approach he hollered out, "Hey Millie, what's happening girl, you saving the last dance for me?"
Millie went up on the stage and whispered in his ear, "Are you really a doctor?"
"Yeah, but don't tell anybody . . . did Candy tell you that . . . ?"
"Yes, but listen, Otto is in the freight elevator off the kitchen. He may be having a heart attack, he sent me to get you and his heart medicine in his jacket."
Love Junkie jumped off the stage and told Candy, "Cover for me, we got an emergency . . . it's Otto."
Meanwhile, driving a golf cart, Otto's son Kyle and his friend Carly, had worked their way along the outside wall of the hotel to the back loading dock that led into the kitchen.
To get to the lounge they had to pass the freight elevator. That's where they discovered Otto resting on the old chaise lounge destined for Good Will.
Both Carly and Kyle rushed to Otto's side. He assured them he was okay--to give him a moment and he'd explain.
Noticing some of Millie's clothing on the nails, Carly surmised what had happened and hung coveralls over them so Kyle wouldn't know what his dad had been up to.
Otto looked up at both of them and said, "I'll be okay. Millie has gone to get my heart medicine from my jacket and to bring back a doctor."
A waiter who'd wandered in the kitchen to find his customer a late night snack stood watching it all.
Handing Kyle the drink he had on his tray he told him, "Love Junkie's a heart doctor that just happened to be here taking part in the show--he operated on Candy the karaoke host a year ago."
When Love Junkie arrived the waiter introduced him to Kyle who thanked him profusely for coming.
Otto smiled and said, "Oh yes, thanks so much for coming Doc, I'm probably okay, but I didn't want to take any chances."
"No problem Otto, Millie's on her way with your meds . . . should be here any minute. "
Millie appeared shortly and handed Doc the prescription bottles. Reading them while handing two pills to Otto he stood nearby to see if they would have an effect. Within minutes he seemed much calmer.
Love Junkie asked Otto a few questions about his medical history and continued to check him all over.
As a precaution, he had him chew two aspirins, and take a dose of magnesium, potassium, calcium and some orange juice with sea salt.
"We need to get him to the hospital to be on the safe side," Doc told Kyle.
"Doc, he's my dad, I'll do what I can but there's a storm going on and it might be near to impossible to get through the debris and flooding."
With that he took Love Junkie into the kitchen and explained the seriousness of the storm, how he hadn't been able to contact 911, and how the roof over the passageway that connected the hotel to the lounge, had collapsed.
Doc and Kyle decided it would be best to stay put since there were people in the hotel who'd need food and possibly the care of a doctor and nurse.
Carly gave her opinion, "We aren't going anywhere for while, that much we know. Might as well make the best of it right where we are. Besides, more people may come in here for shelter before the night's over."
Millie stayed with Otto trying to explain to him the situation without alarming him.
Carly and Kyle went with Love Junkie back to the lounge to explain the emergency to Candy and the bartender.
It was decided that Love Junkie would take the stage and explain the emergency to the customers.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I'm the Love Junkie and here to bring you good news. Food and drinks are on the house for the duration of your evening. We are in the midst of a one heck of a big storm and advise you to stay put until we can make contact with 911 and get an all clear. In the meantime, Candy and Kyle will do their best to keep you entertained."
With that Love Junkie and Carly left to get art materials from the bartender to make signs that would keep customers away from the collapsed part of the passageway.
Once they were posted they returned to the dinning room and sat at the bar near the door leading to the passage way. Figured that way they could help customers avoid the passageway and still chat over a much needed drink.
Kyle, now confident his dad was going to be okay relaxed at the other end of the bar near the stage where Candy was running her Karaoke show.
Before long she had Kyle up on stage and singing "Islands In The Stream". Someone in the audience yelled out, "Encore!" and they quickly went into a rap song.
With Candy's body pressed behind him, she pretended to stroke his body all over as they danced.
Laughing intermittently into the mic, Kyle tried to keep a straight face. Finally he gained enough control to proceed reading Candy's original rap song she had put up on the screen.
Luckily it was to the tune of some old song he'd learned in grade school:
"I lie down to try and sleep,
Beat you home without a peep,
Now that I have lain down,
Party folk now paint the town,
Horny clowns lie in wait,
Watching for your tasty bait,
Unsuspecting tired prey,
Breakfast treats to start a day,
Oblivious to my plight,
Escapee from a lonely night,
Here alone and lying down,
Stroking now to lose my frown."
After the applause died down, Candy got another singer started and went down to the end of the bar to see how Kyle was doing.
His eyes had been glued to her during the whole rap session.
She sensed how turned on he was and flattered to see he had a song book over his lap. She guessed to hide his hard-on.
Sidling up to him and leaning on the bar rail, she said, "Kyle you did a great job up there, I hope you come back again . . ."
Blushing like a boy he replied, "I had no idea this went on out here, I promise to be back. I've always loved to sing and singing with you was awesome . . ."
Candy never being one to miss a beat replied, "I'd like that Kyle . . . by the way bring your girl with you next time."
He smirked and said, "I'm single, no girl to bring."
"No problem Kyle, I'll be your girl while you're here . . . your singing and dance partner."
Trying to contain his pleasure he grinned and said, "Yeah, I'd like that Candy."
"Great! I had wondered for a minute if you and Carly were a couple . . . are you?"
"Not really, she's a friend of my dad's . . . mine too really. But because of Dad, the two of us have been . . . ah . . . more of an on-going fantasy than a reality. Besides we live much too far apart for a relationship to even make sense."
"Ah-ha so I was right. There's a thing between you two . . . "
Kyle put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Candy, let's talk about you and me instead . . . I like you a lot. Besides that I think you're hot . . . I'm coming back next week. You can count on it!"
They continued with friendly banter and flirting until a call came in from the local fire chief to let him know to report to the Paducha Fire Station--that within a few minutes one of the firemen would be by to pick him up and take him to a fire.
Kyle rushed back to the frieght elevator to say goodbye to his Dad and Millie telling them, "Don't worry. It looks like the storm is letting up, but I have to go when they call me."
"It's okay Son, do what you must, I'll be okay now."
"Dad, you'll be safer here than anywhere else with Love Junkie being a doctor and Millie a nurse. Of course, Carly will be here too."
With that Kyle returned to the stage area and gave Candy a big hug goodbye.
Millie took Otto's blood pressure and determined he was doing just fine. Soon the two of them joined the rest of the stranded guests in the lounge.
Meanwhile, Love Junkie and Carly had completed and posted the signs and were relaxing at the bar--enjoying each others company so much--they nearly forgot they were in the middle of an emergency.
Although neither of them acknowledged it, they were getting increasingly aroused.
It was all the touching that kept things hot. It was as if they couldn't keep their hands off of each other for more than two minutes.
Love Junkie said to Carly, "So Carly, when do you need to be back to Kansas City?"
"Next week, I took some much needed time off. How about you?"
"Same as you. Did I mention I'm located in Kansas City, Kansas, not Missouri?
"You got it."
"Oh my gosh that's where I have my offices."
"We'll have to meet for lunch sometime . . ."
"I'd love that . . . . By the way, what can I call you besides "Doc" and "Love Junkie"?
"How about Michael?"
"Nice, good name . . . "
With that he reached in his wallet and handed her his card. "Dr. Michael Hartwell, Board Certified Cardiologist."
"Well, I guess that reassures me you aren't Jack the Ripper."
"Did you really have any doubts Carly?"
Within two days things were pretty much back to normal in Paducha.
On the final night, Otto, Millie, Carly, Love Junkie, Candy and Kyle all met for dinner and enjoyed each others company.
Before they said goodnight it was pretty clear what had happened--who was paired off with who--that they each of had acquired new partners, for now, SILENT PARTNERS.
Much to Kyle's relief, his dad planned to drive back to San Diego with Millie.
Carly and Love Junkie decided to follow each other back to Kansas City to ensure each others safety not knowing what the roads might be like in the aftermath of the storm.
Candy and Kyle, both living in the Paducha area, planned to help each other clean up the storm debris in their yards and later, practice for a benefit, a special Karaoke show for the Paducha Fireman's Association.
At the end of the night, they all shook hands, hugged and promised faithfully to write.
Though everyone used good taste and did not make a show of it, the honest affection between them would long be remembered.
Before their last goodbyes, they agreed to meet a year later at the same hotel in Paducha for a "Family and Friends Reunion".
As they loaded luggage into their cars, Love Junkie asked Carly, "So when do I get to see you next?"
"Soon I hope Michael . . . I can't go home because the carpentry work I am having done is not finished. The dust bothers me so. I'm . . . staying at the Argosy Casino and Hotel and Spa until they're done."
"No kidding! I love the Argosy. How about if I get a room there also. We could have fun and it would give us a chance to get to know each other better."
Driving back to K.C. Carly and Love Junkie did indeed have fun.
They stopped often for coffee and talked about their entire lives non-stop.
As he had hoped, Love Junkie was able to get a room at the Argosy near Carly's.
They were both excited about it, far more than they let on.
Arriving early evening, they settled in, spent time at the spa and had dinner.
Late evening they dressed up and roamed the casino playing Argosy Casino Craps, Single Zero Roulette, and Baccarat.
Every day was filled with Kansas City shopping and sight seeing. Much of it was at the Hallmark Crowne Center where they tried on crazy hats for each other and walked out wearing their favorites.
Each night they would repeat what they did the night they arrived. And every night their bodies longed more and more to be together.
Little good it did. They had their routine. He'd walk her to her room, lightly kiss her goodnight and that would be the end of it.
Nevertheless, they were having so much fun that Carly was happy to leave it at that.
She didn't want to say or do anything to break the magical feeling she had with him.
Ironically, Love Junkie was feeling the same way.
He liked Carly a lot. "LIKE" he was good at. But every time a relationship moved from LIKE to more than LIKE, to SEX, it bombed.
He didn't want that to happen with Carly. He wanted more than that with her. For the first time in a long time, he wanted what he was feeling to last.
On the final night Michael once again barely kissed her good night.
He wanted more but it was a risk he couldn't afford to take.
No sooner was he back in his room when he got a call from Carly saying, "Michael, I've got a pain. It's probably nothing but I thought I had better call you."
"I'll be right there Carly."
She left the door opened a crack and returned to the bed and to near total darkness.
He walked in and never said a word. The outdoor lights shinning through the window were enough for him to find his way to her side.
Sitting down on the side of the bed he said, "Carly, take hold of my hand and show me where you are hurting."
Regretting the darkness she took his hand. She wanted to see him, but was glad he could not see her. What if he was disappointed?
"You haven't any clothes on."
"I know Michael, I sleep in my birthday suit. When I got the pain, there was no time to dress before I called you."
With that she moved his hand to the lower right side of her abdomen just below her rib cage.
"Years ago I had trouble in that area. The doctors thought it was my gall bladder, later they said there were no stones, that perhaps it was instead a pyloric spasm. It'll probably go away, but it always scares me. The pain was so acute the first time it happened, I panic now when I get it. It's like a knife stabs me."
"How does it feel when I massage it like this . . ."
"Okay. Well, actually better . . . feels more relaxed now, not so tight."
Moving his hand to the small of her back and then to the curve of her hip, his fingers explored upward landing on her breasts. "Any chest pains," he asked.
With his other hand he took hold of her long thick mane of hair to angle her head towards his mouth and kiss it tenderly. He asked, "Will this help?" but he lost control and instead let loose, smothering her with wet kisses.
Kissing him back with the same vigor, she shook and he did too. Neither knew where one ended and the other began.
Wrenching groans from him as if she had done this a hundred times before, she let her instincts drive her towards an unknown destination--one she was sure was paradise--arched her back and thrust towards his manhood.
With no conscious thoughts left she felt her hand reach down and her fingers close around his enormous thick cock, and stroke it. He groaned out loud, unable to help himself.
It felt so good in her hands. She knew immediately where it was destined to be, where she wanted it to be--where she was sure it belonged--where she had to have it.
It was a first for her. Her first real one, and she instinctively knew it was a good one.
The darkness protected her modesty and helped her to loosen up. The down quilt she hid under, muffled her frantic animal sounds.
He didn't care. He had her naked body at last and his cock aimed in the right direction--to at last penetrate her--fuck her good.
Everything was happening so fast that when he tried to enter her, it wasn't a shock. It felt natural like that was where he belonged, deep inside the center of her body core.
Pleading she cried out, "Michael, Michael . . . please . . . put it in me . . . I must have you . . . I must . . . I can wait no longer. . ."
"Baby you are so tight. I don't want to hurt you . . . are you sure you've done this before?"
"Not this way . . . teach me Michael, teach me . . . please
To Be Continued: For Old Times Sake (Part 5)