THE LOVE JUNKIE
It was good to see Otto again. I looked forward to catching up on old times at breakfast--even having dinner later with his son Kyle. For now I needed a nap.
On the way to my room I decided to take the elevator to the third floor rather than walk.
I punched the button for three, but the elevator didn't move. Within seconds the doors re-opened.
There stood Kyle.
My hands grasped his lapels and I pulled him close. "Were you going somewhere?"
"Yeah Babe, to the room adjoining yours."
"To do what?"
"Have sex. All night long."
He swung me around laughing and smothered my lips with his.
Within seconds he worked his hands
beneath my skirt and was driving my clit crazy as the rest of my body grew weak and my knees buckled.
He paid no heed to my half-hearted pleas to stop.
Kissing my neck and working down to the inside of my strapless top, he worked his hungry tongue into my cleavage and licked my breasts paying special attention to my rock hard nipples.
"You're wet Carly."
"You're hard Kyle."
With his forehead against mine he groaned, "Let's do something about it."
The lights overhead blinked and went out.
Laughing he said, "Carly, I always knew you were a live wire, but can you really cause a power surge?"
Within seconds the lights went back on. We pressed the "open" button and hurried towards the lobby. From its front doors we could see we were in the midst of storm.
The entire sky was lit up with continual bolts of lightning everywhere the eye could see. Not a couple, but dozens of them.
It was reassuring to see Randy at the front desk. He's a good guy--part owner with my father and the hotel's night auditor and desk clerk. I know I can trust him to be candid about what's going on.
He stopped what he was doing and met us halfway apologizing profusely for the elevator losing power. "It's a transformer," he said, "a big hit, but don't worry, we're safe."
Trying to reassure us, he invited us to stay with him in the lobby until the storm passed.
"Don't worry Carly, we have an excellent emergency power system. It's similar to the type found in hospitals and casinos."
We were happy for that, but looking through the windows at the mess in the parking lot, we couldn't help but be alarmed.
Cars in the lot were being whipped around and a few had tipped over. Lines were down and signs had been ripped off.
Debris and tree branches were strewn everywhere. In the distance a big ball of flame lit up the sky.
Randy pointed over our heads to the televised newscast where we heard a weatherman say a mega-million gallon petroleum storage tank had been hit by lightning and was burning out of control.
Kyle said, "You stay here Carly, I'd better go to the dinning room and check on Dad, his heart you know. This could make him go into atrial fibrillation."
Within ten minutes Kyle was back to report his findings to Randy and me. His face was drained and hands dirty.
"The wing that leads to the bar and dinning room is completely sealed off. From what I can see, it looks like the flat roof over the passage way has collapsed. The doors won't open wide enough for me to get through."
Reaching for the phone, Randy called the lounge. The speaker phone was on and we could hear him and the bartender.
"Hey, Randy, how you doing . . . Jerome here . . . We're okay on this end. Everyone's having a good time and in no hurry to leave . . . you know, with the storm and all going on outside. Candy told me a few minutes ago she'd stay and entertain us until it's all over. Everybody's happy about that . . ."
Before Randy could tell Jerome what had happened, the lights dimmed again and the phone connection was severed.
Kyle called 911 on his cell. "I don't know why I didn't think of this before."
After trying repeatedly, he gave us the bad news, "I only get a busy signal, now what do we do?"
Randy said, "This isn't good. We've a Tri-County System . . . must mean every county's been hit and all 911 dispatchers are busy. Never saw THIS before."
The Kansas City Emergency TV Channel broke in confirming our worst fears.
Not only did we have a fierce electrical storm, but flooding along with tornados. Kentucky, Arkansas, Missouri and states bordering, were all under a Severe Weather Alert.
Meanwhile, Otto and his new friend Millie were still in the dinning room at the opposite end of the hotel.
As they waited for the dessert menu their attention was diverted to tables and chairs being shuffled around them. Candy, the Karaoke host was setting up her equipment.
When she moved one of the tables closer to them, she introduced herself saying, "Be sure to stay put for our show tonight. You don't want to lose your seats. You have the best ones in house."
Otto winked and said, "We are planning to stay so long as you promise to sing a song for us."
"Okay, you got a deal. Look in the book and pick one out you guys would like to hear. If I don't know it, I'll find someone who does."
"Sounds wonderful," Millie said patting Candy on the hand.
"One thing you should know, is that tonight we got a poet-rapper coming on stage as an opening act. Good, if you like that kind of thing, bad if you don't. Not something we usually do, but it's been slow, and he wanted a chance to show his stuff . . ."
Otto assured her that it was no problem and it was always fun to see new talent at work.
He and Millie ordered wine along with cheese and fruit for dessert and decided to stay for the entertainment.
Candy took the stage and announced: "Ladies and Gentleman, may I present tonight's opening act, "The Love Junkie".
She turned her mic over to a drop-dead gorgeous man with a slight limp.
He greeted Candy with a big hug and a pat on the butt.
Grabbing the microphone back from him she quipped, "That's what I love about this guy, he's always horny!"
By now the dinning room was filling up not only with hotel guests, but with travelers off the highway who had had taken refuge from the storm.
Fans in the crowd hollered out, "Give it to us Love Junkie!"
Candy and her helper cranked up the sound system and the crowd applauded the beginning of what promised to be a fun night.
To the beat of his own pre-recorded rap music, The Love Junkie got into his act proclaiming loudly:
I'm The Love Junkie,
Here to get you off,
Someday your big hat,
You're gonna wanna doff.
You say my sweet poems
Are nonsense and crap,
All I want to do,
Is tease you with my rap.
I am thirty,
My girl is thirty-two,
I am dirty,
She is dirty too.
Old enough to know,
How to do the con,
Rolling in the dough,
A muffin to turn on.
Here she comes for me,
Naughty and so loose,
Gonna do me with,
A great big long neck goose.
Want me bad all night,
Hot and horny too,
Your heavenly flight
Into the big dark blue.
You haven't a clue,
To turn on my light,
If I challenge you,
We'd start a big bad fight.
Am I wrong for you?
Did the last "Quickie"
Leave you over due,
Hungry for my dickie?
So sing me a song,
Drink a mug of beer,
Do you right tonight,
Not a bad thing to fear."
The room broke out in applause and Candy again thanked the Love Junkie.
After introducing the next act, she came over to Otto and Millie with her hand to one side of her mouth saying, "I don't tell everybody this, but would you believe that Love Junkie's a Kansas City Heart Specialist? He did my heart surgery a year ago."
Otto laughed and remarked that was probably how the guy got relief and saved his own heart. He assured Candy he had heard far worse and actually enjoyed it.
When Otto asked Millie to dance on the next song she hung her head and refused, "I'm so sorry, but I don't know how to dance, I've never learned."
Right at that exact moment, Love Junkie showed up at their table and grabbed them both by the hand saying, "Hey you two, come on and dance this one with me, it's perfect for a three-way dance . . ."
Waving his hand in the air Otto said, "Love Junkie, the lady does not dance, and I have never done a three-way."
The Love Junkie was not about to take "no" for an answer and nearly dragged them on to the floor.
He was full of fun and acting so crazy that Otto and Millie couldn't stop laughing.
Soon they were in total sync with him and making-up their own steps to the music.
Once the song was over, Love Junkie walked Millie back to the table promising he'd be back for another dance before the night was over. Millie thanked him and said, "I'll have to admit, I loved it."
Otto joined her in expressing thanks saying, "See Millie, if you stick with us, we'll have lots more of that . . . in time you will remember . . ."
Millie looked up with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Otto . . . I can't remember ANYTHING. I was in an accident five years ago while on vacation with my husband and children--so they tell me. They are all dead and I still have amnesia. I can't recall a thing that happened before the wreck."
This time it was Otto's eyes that teared up. "I know my darling, I am so sorry this happened to you."
Taking her hands in his, he cautiously revealed what he knew about the accident.
"When I met you in the mall, I thought I recognized you. Then it came to me a few days ago. I called where you worked and they said you were on vacation. When I inquired further about you, a friend of yours referred me to the newspaper article about you in the Kansas City Star . . . I know the whole story."
Millie looked at him in disbelief and then thanked him for telling her.
Smiling tenderly, he put his arm around her and said, "You and I danced long ago . . . we were deeply in love . . . I went in the service, you thought I died and married another man. I let it go at that. I still love you Millie . . . seeing you now . . . maybe more than ever. I hope someday you will recall everything we had together and love me once more. If you can't, I hope you will stay with me long enough, to learn to love me again."
A new song began to play. This time, Otto was not going to take "no" for an answer.
Taking her hand he said, "Millie, you did not refuse Love Junkie and you will not me either . . . may I have this dance?"
"Otto, I don't know what to do!"
"You do not have to DO anything, just move with me. I will hold you against me so you can feel my body for direction."
Looking a bit sheepish she followed him on to the dance floor and before long they moved in unison to the strains of "You Don't Know Me."
Halfway through the dance, Otto pulled Millie close to him and murmured in her ear, "The night is young and this is only the beginning-- a new beginning."
The crowd was enjoying the song so much that Candy pushed the repeat button to let it play twice with no interruption.
Otto and Millie danced from the hotel's dinning room on into its now deserted kitchen and into an adjacent open freight elevator.
Otto slid the door shut and years of pent up passion cut loose as he and Millie kissed each other wherever they could find bare skin.
Soon they were ceremoniously undressing each other. They took off everything but his shorts, her bra and thong.
Everything else they hung on half driven penny nails poking out of rough 2/4's that held work coveralls.
Underneath all the clothing sat an old upholstered chaise lounge with a sign hanging down from it that said, "Donate to Goodwill, truck will arrive Friday by noon."
Otto read it to Millie and laughed saying, "Well they're not getting it until you and I test it out . . ."
Removing her push-up bra he wet his lips and sighed. "My God what beautiful breasts you have . . . "
He kissed them tenderly--sucking on them as he drove her entire body crazy trying to slip off her thong as he fingered her clit.
Continuing to work his tongue down her torso he stopped only to growl, "You are so desirable, don't ever wear anything again
except to tease me and drive me mad."
Millie quickly recalled what it was like to be ravaged by sex deprived man--how alive it made her feel, how it made her want a big thick cock buried deep in her womanhood, pumping her hard and fast.
Otto's nipples rubbed against hers as his hard rod indented her abdomen begging for admittance.
Groaning she mumbled "Otto, you said on the dance floor that we would take it slow, take our time . . ."
"Fuck all that!" He put his hand over her mouth and mounted her, planting his hands under the back of her head, and aiming his cock between her thighs. "I want to make you yell my name out loud, tell me to never stop fucking you."
He stroked Millie between her legs with his fingers, teasing her until she could hardly stand it, making her want more and more.
Finally it became unbearable. She pleaded with him to let her catch her breath.
Complying he gave her a few seconds and then supporting himself on one arm he slid into her soaking wet pussy.
"It's all yours Millie . . . How I have wanted this . . . from the very first day we met."
She gasped, "Me too . . . I never dreamed it could be this good . . ."
Caught up in the emotion of being once again in the depths woman he had longed for so very many years, 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 penis, 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 good . . . . "
It blew her mind, it was beyond anything she had ever imagined or hoped for. Even still, she wanted more.
"Faster Baby, faster," she demanded, thrusting herself against him with the same vigor and passion."
Mindlessly they drove fast down a one way road straight towards the climax of their lives.
Thrusting over and over again, he strove to get her body to jump the chasm--go up and over the proverbial cliff with his--and then suddenly it happened.
Millie went over the edge first, screaming out his name as her powerful kegal 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.
For several moments he didn't move, "Otto? Are you okay?"
"Yes . . . but . . . but . . . I need to have you get my meds from my jacket in the dinning room."
His eyes were closed now.
A slight smile played across his lips. "Millie . . . bring the Love Junkie back with you . . . his doctor's bag too . . . "
To Be Continued: For Old Times Sake (4)