Sub-title: "Courtesy of Hotel Management"
Bob and Bailey met to spend a week's vacation, have fun, and at last, consummate their love.
Their relationship had been a long distant one.
Over the past year, Bailey had been stuck in Boston at her mother's helping with her grandfather; he had Alzheimer's and didn't have long to live. Bob, had been stuck in San Francisco, working undercover for the FBI on a Google matter that involved U.S. Constitutional Law. Because of a temporary health problem, he was under doctor's orders, not to fly. It had not been easy for them to get together.
During the past year, their college friendship grew via the internet into a sizzling hot "fantasy" affair. They'd talk on the phone and exchange e-mails, but nothing more. It was fun and enjoyable and allowed them to get to know each other in depth. At least verbally, and that got her fantasizing, as well as racking up some hours on her vibrator. He did his share of imagining with his flesh-light when he tired of his hand.
She was not comfortable with phone sex and neither was he. As an undercover FBI agent, if he made cyber-sex calls, it could mean immediate dismissal, a sure disaster for him career wise. So although they were tempted to try it, they never did, deciding, it was better to be on the safe side.
Their desire was sky high and they were motivated.
To ease their anxiety and give them hope, they mutually agreed early on, they'd forgo the usual courtship, and go to bed with each other, as soon as their lives styles would permit, and they were free to travel.
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The hotel was a three story, privately owned, former Holiday Inn, a few hundred miles from the Logan airport. They met in the hotel parking lot, in a seedy little rural town near a truck stop off the state's main drag.They were sure, without even going inside, that the hotel fell way short of current standards.
Judging by all the trucks, the hillbilly-rock music blaring forth from the bar, and what looked like several hookers hanging around in the smoke filled lobby, they got the picture. They had landed, in what Bailey's grandpa would have called, a "Den of Iniquity," one the devil himself would have entered with caution.
To be on the safe side, they checked the room out before paying and were surprised. It was better than they'd expected. Despite all their initial misgivings, it was clean and had an adjustable king-size air mattress, the kind you see in all those TV commercials. The dinning room looked okay too, even inviting, with its old red leather booths and pitted hardwood dance floor.
They decided the place was plenty good enough to stay. Besides, they had waited for so long to be together, there was no way in hell, that they were going to drive two cars another 100 miles to the nearest hotel, one that might not prove to be any better, if as good.
Right after checking in, they went directly to their room, to put their things away. In between kisses--they abandoned themselves to pleasure--got naked and fell into bed, where they rested in each other's arms exhausted, but not too tired to try and make love.
They'd agreed the week before, to get their first time in bed, over with quickly, and not to expect too much. Bob was afraid he was going to get so excited, that he'd end up shooting his wad, before he'd had a chance to please Bailey.
On the drive over, he'd played five-finger stud thinking it would ease his loins, that maybe that way, he could last longer with Bailey. But it didn't help much. By the time he arrived, he was tired out, but his inclination for an erection, kept waking up.
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It didn't take long until they were between the sheets kissing and arching their backs, begging each other for relief, meeting each other thrust for thrust, and shouting four-letter words they had never written or spoken aloud.
They gave each other repeated injections of flesh, and kept coming back for more, leaving plenty of physical evidence. The intensity of all they'd felt for each over the past year, had burst through all at once, and it was as if they could not get enough, fast enough.
Filling up their emptiness came natural and since satisfying their lust for each other was long overdue--it didn't take them long--they came fast and hard as Bob had predicted. Collapsed in each other's arms, they soon fell sound asleep, content at last, and grateful for each other.
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Waking up a couple of hours later, they had room service bring up their dinner. Afterwards, they played a game of strip-poker they'd long promised each other. Then deciding to have each other for dessert, they indulged in another game that involved a sexy treat they'd often joked about: "Cherry Sweet Jubilee".
Neither of them had ever sampled it before, but they knew what it was from a sexy movie each of them had "watched" together, 3000 miles apart while on speaker phone. They'd started kidding each other about it in their e-mails and finally agreed they'd each hold off trying it, until they were reunited at hotel who served it. Of course, that's what really sold them on their hotel. That the honeymoon suites had heart shaped tubs, was a nice perk, but the hotel's "Cherry Sweet Jubilee," dessert, and it reportedly being, the exact same recipe used as a prop in a popular porn film, was right over the top.
It was not false advertising, they had to give them that. The dessert was served in a white ceramic bowl that looked like a woman's breast with a big ladle that looked like a man's penis. It made them laugh. Their sleazy hotel's specialty was indeed an irresistible temptation and soon they were slathering it, on each other's bodies and licking it off.
It was delicious and fun, but immediately gave them a powerful insatiable hunger for each other that was even stronger than when they had first arrived. What the brochure hadn't told them was the delicacy made lovers demand second helpings, not only of the dessert, but of each other.
When the bowl was half empty, they began their trek to the top of the mountain.
In sweet suspended agony, pleading with all good gods above, their voices united.
"Oh Yes! Yes! Right there. Yes. THAT spot, more whipped cream . . . ," Bailey said, moaning and laughing at the same time.
"Baby, You like that don't you? I knew you would. My turn next. Do me up good. Pretend I'm your ice-cream-cone. Lick from the bottom and work up to the cherry on top."
Before long the bowl and ladle stayed on the bed stand and joyous cries of passion foretold their approaching climax. There was no mistaking it. Lightning hit and they knew their former promises were about to be fulfilled.
For the second time in one night, they lost control and love's sweet juices began to flow. Their shoulders shuddered above each other and they rode the waves of non-stop pleasure,
Cresting, rising, teasing nipples, they shared their gems, their priceless hidden treasures.
They took off through the universe, riding atmospheric currents, and bursting through all previous darkness as they thrust towards that proverbial edge, blazing through stars together, towards a brand new horizon.
Then they jerked and it was all over. They cried out loud, "Oh, my gawd! Oh, my gawd. . . " collapsing in each other's arms totally spent.
Nuzzling Bailey's neck and holding her close, Bob murmured, "Baby, let's go to sleep now, tomorrow's the first day, of the rest of our life."
* * * * * * *
Lon and Lil had driven in from Quincy to complete a business deal. They had the room next to Bob and Bailey's, but unlike them, they were staying at the hotel, to catch up on IRS paper work that could give them a big refund. And God only knew, they needed it, with their business being so slow.
They couldn't have cared less what hotel they were staying in, so long as it was clean and far away from Quincy. A client had given them a certificate for four half-price rooms and meals, and since they had to meet with another client at the hotel anyway, it was too good of a deal to pass up, so they booked it for a long weekend.
Truth be known, they were desperate for place to recharge, where peace and quiet could be found away from their usual office hubbub. They figured, a day or so would do the job, then If some energy remained, they might even have a second honeymoon.
The way their life had gone the past five years, all the business pressure and sickness, combined with a huge financial loss in the stock market, they had forgotten what it was like to be a husband and wife. Sex life? What a joke. It never had been great, and now, when they needed it the most, it was non existent. It wasn't that they didn't love each other. They did. They were just wore out and not interested anymore.
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Exhausted from crunching all the numbers and wondering how they'd keep their business afloat, Lon and Lil quit at midnight, went to bed, flipped on the TV, changed channels around and saw Bailey and Bob lying naked on their screen. Maybe a free porn flick they thought, compliments of hotel management . . .
The irony of it gave them the giggles. They sipped their wine and got silly, but before long, they found Bob and Bailey's love making arousing, to say the least.
Perhaps it was a flick worth watching . . .
They'd actually never seen a porn movie, so they didn't have anything to compare it to, but it WAS taking their mind off their woes. Maybe if they got lucky, it would make them forget them altogether, for just one night anyway.
"Yeah," Lon growled, "maybe a dirty movie would get our mind off our problems."
"Why not?" Lil said chuckling, "Let's abandon business to pleasure, at least for tonight."
"Yeah babe," he said with sarcasm, "why can't we do, what their doing? Let our fragrant juices mix, and whisper intimate naughty words? Problem is, I don't know if I can get it up anymore, it's been awhile."
"Lon, don't worry about that. We could just have fun. See what their doing? We could do that!"
"THAT! Lil, let's get realistic . . . "
"Play hide and seek and here I cum?" It looks like fun," she said, "look Lon, we could pretend, you don't have to get hard to satisfy me . . ."
"Yeah, Lil, I forget you still masturbate don't you?"
"Do you have a problem with that?"
"After all these years, kinda figured you still did."
"Well, thank God I can. You don't want me fooling around, I gotta do something for relief."
"Come here woman, I'm not much of a man anymore, but I guess I could try to do something for you after all you do for us in business."
"Damn! Lon," she chuckled, "You DO have a way with words."
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Suddenly shy, they turned their attention back to the movie. Lon reached over and gathered Lil into his arms. They continued watching the movie for awhile, but then mother nature took over.
They discovered what they'd least expected. An immediate transfusion and a band-aid for their weary bleeding hearts; healing balm to sooth chronic roughened spots, and sutures enough to mend their broken parts.
Uninhibited cries rang out and excuses were left behind, as Lil's and Lon's old love growled long and low, and forgotten splendor remembered.
They took their time and played the movie once again, felt their pent up lust implode, senses scurrying in blind frenzy, as their bodies conspired to jump off the highest peak.
Lightening bolts of awareness hit, while love's sweet cream flowed and renewed their sexuality pouring forth upon strange fruits laid in banquet before them; past pain swept away to irretrievable black holes and stars exploded and brought a new dawn.
Determined to fix their libido's, they took their time and glided in on fluffed-up wings of ecstasy . . . holding each other tenderly, they came together, in sweet harmony . . . landing softly in a new reality.
"You know what, we need to come to this place at least once a month," he sighed. "I think it would be good for us, and they probably have lots of movies like this . . . "
"I agree, my darling," she whispered kissing him on the neck, "in my opinion, at these prices, we can't afford NOT to cum."
Before they fell asleep, they gave thanks for Bob and Bailey . . . THEIR FAVORITE X-RATED COUPLE . . . WHO'D BE WATCHING THEM LATER . . . ON CLOSED CIRCUIT TELEVISION, COURTESY OF HOTEL MANAGEMENT.
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