THE BEST I EVER HAD
My Neighbor's Naughty Habits #5)
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Regarding : March 11 through March 17
Subject: The Best I Ever Had
From: Client #5252
Dear Dagny,
My therapist, my best friend, how I miss talking to you in person. I hope to be home soon and be able to do that, but I will be a bit later than I first told you. I'm extending my stay in Denver and won't be arriving in San Francisco until the 21st. of March.
In case you're still on vacation and did not get the fax I sent to your office, I need to bring you up to date on all that's happened so this will sink in--seem real to me
--right now it feels too good to be real.
First of all, I should let you know that after my initial night on the train partying with the passengers, my new neighbor "Will" and I fell asleep next to each other in our seats; nothing sexual, we just slept.
In the morning, I let him continue to snooze while I slipped away to freshen up in the restroom, then I made my way to the dinning car for coffee and check my email.
I wasn't there long before Will joined me. After one cup of coffee, he asked the waiter to move our scheduled breakfast slot up by half an hour. Holding my hand across the table he murmured he had something he wanted to show me.
Playfully pulling me up from my chair, we ended up kissing our way through the train, stopping at each outdoor connector in between cars. The steady pounding of the rails beneath my feet while standing on those steel platforms, vibrated and pleasured me better than "old faithful". As you might imagine, by the time we reached the sleeping car, I was hot and horny.
Unexpectedly, Will pushed me into an empty bedroom and ravaged me with the savagery of his mouth, the insistence of his tongue, and the demand of an obvious hard-on.
His manly smell and the sweet taste of his skin, all blended into a crazed euphoric love potion that made me find his engorged cock and set it free. I no sooner had it in my hand when a knock came 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 . . ."
Standing chest to chest, I could feel our hearts beating loud and fast from the fear of being discovered. We waited a few minutes and then opened the door a crack. Seeing no one in the narrow passage, Will pushed me out and into the small restroom directly across the narrow hall.
The jarring cacophony coming from the rails up through the wash basin and toilet, was a comfort, a great cover for our banging and bouncing up against the stainless steel walls like two drunken sailors on there last legs.
Finally I stabilized myself by holding on to the handicap bar, as Will bent me over the toilet, raised my skirt, tore off my panties and pumped me hard from behind to the rhythm of the train.
Clickty, clack, cluck, fuck, over and over again. I never wanted it to stop but didn't know how long we could continue like that without crashing.
Just when nothing was going to stop me from cumming, the train came to a bumpy stop throwing us up against the wall. To keep me stable and calm, Will held me close in his powerful arms, saying, "Don't be scared, the train probably ran over something on the tracks, maybe an animal. We're safe, don't worry."
Once he was sure there was no risk, he left me to comb my hair and freshen up my make-up. Calming me down, he kissed me and said to meet him at our assigned table, that we'd still have plenty of time to order breakfast.
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Back in the dinning car, I found Will drinking his coffee and reading USA Today. We ordered breakfast and giggled over our early morning adventure agreeing that instead of leaving us discouraged, it had left us higher than the proverbial kite.
It was hard keeping our hands off of each other, but we managed to compose ourselves knowing we had only an hour before our train arrived in Denver.
Since Will had not previously visited the area, I suggested we go on a Greyline Tour and then visit the U.S. Mint.
We decided if we couldn't check into the Brown Palace before the normal check in time, that we would check
our baggage along with our passion for one another, and do the tour bit right away, rather than postpone it.
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We attempted to check in early, but with a full house, it wasn't possible, so we checked our bags and went to the concierge desk to book the tour. It didn't leave for a while, so we walked over to the Denver Mint, arriving just in time for the daily tour. Later, we walked back to the hotel, had coffee and waited for the bus to arrive.
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After the Greyline tour, we were able to check into the hotel and went to our respective rooms. Being a person who requires "alone time," I convinced Will we needed some space. He agreed and suggest meeting for dinner at 7:00 PM in the legendary Brown Palace Dinning Room.
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Kissing goodbye in the lobby, we parted. As crazy as I was about Will, it was a relief to be alone for a while. After taking a leisurely bath, I checked my messages, and finally relaxed with crackers, cheese and a glass of Pinot Noir from the in-room courtesy bar.
Laying there sprawled out on the bed I began drifting off. Realizing I was going to soon fall sleep, I put in a wake up call for 5:00 to give myself plenty of time to get ready for dinner at 7:00.
A few hours of sleep made all the difference and I woke up refreshed and ready to go again. Taking my time to get ready, I looked forward to dinner with sweet anticipation--the look on his face at my jazzed up after hours look. Looking in the mirror when I was done, I was surprised. I looked so hot, I turned myself on--figured that had to be a good sign of what was to come.
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I was not disappointed. We had a wonderful meal and thoroughly enjoyed the violin players serenading us while we shared events of our lives and danced intimately.
Finally after one glass of wine to many and Will getting a mysterious phone call, he walked me back to my room and kissed me goodnight at the door, saying only he would call me in the morning about breakfast.
When he left, I felt let down somehow. In my heart, I really wanted him to come in the room, lie down on the bed and hold me close. Make love to me.
Had I said or done something wrong? I simply didn't know. I got undressed and went to bed figuring if there was a problem, we could straighten it out in the morning.
I wasn't asleep long before Will called me on the phone.
He was brief, "Look, I'm sorry to do this, but I'm
not going to be able to meet you for breakfast. Something has come up. I need to go see my daughter right now. As I told you earlier, she lives here in Denver . . . it's an emergency situation and I must leave. I will call you tomorrow as soon as I can."
In a way it was a relief. Earlier I had been certain something was wrong, now it all made sense. I didn't need to know the details, only that it was nothing I had said or done.
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The next day around noon Will called and asked if it were possible for me to stay in Denver through St. Patrick's Day, and if so, he'd come back, take me to their big "Shamrock Dance" and stay the night.
I told him that would be great, that I had plenty of work with me that would keep me busy until he returned.
Before we hung up he said, "Babe, we are going to have a wonderful time at the St. Patrick's Day Celebration, in the meantime, know I can hardly wait to hold you all night long--that I adore you."
The days went by quickly and before I knew it, Will and I were in the Brown Palace Ballroom having our St. Patrick's Day Dinner--dancing and loving all over each other.
As the night went on, one of the guys in the band recognized me and had me sing the "Russian Lullaby." I was accompanied by a violin player and who asked me if I would have a problem doing J. R. Shannon's "The Irish Lullaby".
I told him the only "problem" I ever had doing the song, was keeping myself from crying. As many times as I had done it, tears still rushed to my eyes as I heard the introduction.
This time I knew I must control them. I wanted it to be especially sweet and pure for the man I was fast falling in love with. The band began the intro with three violins, a piano, bass, and cello and I tried to sing the best I ever had:
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
My Mother sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
And l'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."
Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
The entire room joined in by the second chorus of "Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li," and Will joined me a few other singers on stage.
By the time it was over, there were many a teary eye, mine included. My heart was overflowing. I was so happy to be in this wonderful place with my sweet wonderful new neighbor, a man I didn't even know existed until only a few days ago.
Caught up in the magic of the night, I forgot all about us wanting to be alone and invited our new friends to join us upstairs for a continental breakfast. Thankfully, only a few took us up on it, and none stayed long.
When the last person left, Will scooped me up in his arms saying, "Look you Irish Wench, you've teased me long enough, now I'm taking my clothes off and gonna tease you!"
Endorphins were still flooding my body from all the fun we'd been having celebrating St. Patrick's Day. I simply lay back with what must have been a silly look on my face, and watched him strip for me. Soon I realized that all the snakes may have been driven out of Ireland, but I had a big thick snake in front of me that was going nowhere but inside me as quickly as possible.
For each article of clothing he removed, I removed a corresponding piece until we were stark naked on the bed grinding our bodies into each other like there was no tomorrow.
Before he stuck his manhood in me he stopped and looked me straight between the eyes saying,
"I want you so bad, I can't wait any longer, I want to fuck you until the sun comes up and so good you'll never forget it."
Throwing my arms around his neck I told him straight out,
"Yes,! I want you too. I need you so badly. I have never in my life wanted anyone more than what I want you right now. I'm crazy for you, you make me happy to be alive in this moment in time."
As I leaned back on the bed, he opened my legs and slowly entered me. He filled me tightly and completely and then held his cock in me without moving it.
Unable to contain myself I cried out:
"For god sake, fuck me, please, I need it. I need you bad!"
As if that was all the prompting he needed, he began moving in and out, then he'd stop and start again, his rhythm alternating, pulling almost completely out and then with all his strength slamming me hard, holding his cock in for a count of three and then SLAMMING AGAIN, and AGAIN.
Once he accomplished a steady rhythm, he reached under me to find and massage my throbbing clit saying,
"OH BABY! YOU LOVE YOUR CLIT RUBBED WHILE I FUCK YOU, DON'T YOU? LET ME KNOW YOU LIKE IT, REALLY LIKE IT, YELL IT OUT TO ME!"
Knowing I was nearing the top of the "mountain of no return" and not being able to control myself I did what I was told and yelled it out,
"YES, YES! I LOVE IT! MAKE ME CUM, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING. OHHH! OHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHH! OH YES . . . OH MY GOD!"
Will was right with me and he let me know it by joining me, yelling out in unison with me,
"I'M CUMMING WITH YOU BABY, I'M RIGHT HERE WITH YOU, I'M CUMMING BABY. I'M CUMMING! OH MY GOD. . . ."
And we did, together.
At last we lay content ready to fall asleep snuggled in the comfort of each others arms. I told him, "You're the
best I ever had . . . . "
Will brushed back my hair and said, "Thank you Babe, you're the best I ever had. What's even more, you've made this the best St. Patrick's Day of my life."
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The End.
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