I looked out the window and saw my cab pull up out front. I walked to the bathroom and grabbed the small bag of blow as a keepsake. Moans, talking, and laughter were still coming from Will’s room. I was impressed by their stamina if nothing else. Something about the whole trip made me uneasy. Maybe it was the fact Debbie was married. Maybe it was that I was friends with Jay. He helped me get a job. He had always been nice. What did Jay get in return? A wife that cheats on him and friends who keep her cheating a secret – which now included me.
I climbed in the cab and headed back to my hotel, texting my ex-boyfriend Matt on the way. He lived close to my hotel and I was sure I could entice him to come over for a late night session. I had told him what hotel I was at and to meet me at the hotel bar, but had not received a response by the time I arrived back at the hotel. The first thing I needed to do was change. My panties and bra were damp and uncomfortable. I threw on a T-shirt and a new pair of jeans and checked myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and my eyes were slightly bloodshot. I tied my blond hair back into a pony tail, did a bump, and made my way down to the bar to wait for Matt.
I sat down and ordered a water, hoping that would help me sober up a bit before Matt’s arrival. I scanned the hotel bar which was sparse. There was a couple at the end of the bar talking. They looked to be in their fourties, both wearing wedding rings, but they didn’t come across as husband and wife. Their banter was too playful and new. Just more adulterers.
I ordered a vodka water and began to worry Matt might not come. The cocaine had me horny and anxious so I sent him another text message to ask if he was coming, before nervously sucking down my drink through the straw. I always drank quick when I was anxious and the gurgling of the final few drops of my drink announced it was time for another.
“What’s that? Hemlock is it?” a voice came from my left.
An older man had taken possession of the stool next to me.
“No, it’s vodka water.”
“Bartender, a vodka water for the lady and a finger of bourbon neat for me.”
The bartender looked at me and I nodded my head in approval.
“Here on business?” he asked.
“No. Just up here visiting friends,” I responded.
“Walter, by the way. Saw you sitting here by yourself and thought you could use some company.”
“Well lucky me,” I laughed, sipping my new drink which had arrived.
“So do you have a name or should I just call you lonely vodka water lady?”
“I’m not lonely,” I snapped back. “I was waiting for a friend. I mean, I AM waiting for a friend.”
“Whoa, easy there. Just making some conversation young lady.”
I realized that comment may have come across as abrupt.
“I’m sorry. That was rude. I’m Kelly.”
I offered my hand which he shook with one hand, before bringing his other hand to clasp it and bring it to his lips for a kiss. I could see the veins in his hands which signified he was older and also noticed no wedding ring. I was proud of him. In a city of adulterers, he was living the honest life.
We talked about our lives – he was a investment broker in town for some business. He was fifty five years old, single and didn’t intend to marry – which made sense given that he was already fifty-five. He was average height, maybe five feet nine inches, and had a full head of salt and pepper hair. He was carrying a few extra pounds and the potency of the bourbon on his breath made it evident this was not his first one of the evening.
We discussed current events, alcohol, and the uniqueness of the name Walter. He stated it was a family name that would die with him as he did not have any children to pass it on to. Walter was funny and good company and the time passed quickly.
“Order me another drink?” I asked Walter, hoping for one more free drink before Matt arrived.
“Sure,” Walter replied, while working to get the bartenders attention.
“Sorry. It’s midnight. We’re closed,” the bartender shouted from the other side of the bar.
I looked at my watch. It was indeed midnight. Quarter past to be exact. Yet Matt still hadn’t arrived.
“I have some bourbon in my room if you want to take the night cap upstairs,” Walter offered.
“No thanks. I traveled today and I’m beat. I’m just going to turn in.”
“Fair enough.”
Walter paid the tab and we walked to the elevator together.
“How long are you in town for?” Walter asked.
“I leave in two days, but might go home sooner.”
“Well, Kelly, it was nice to meet you if we don’t see each other again,” Walter said as we entered the elevator.
“What floor?”
“Fourth,” I responded.
“Ha! Me too.”
Walter pushed the button and the elevator quickly shuttled us up to the fourth floor.
“Good night Walter,” I said as we exited.
“Are you sure you don’t want a night cap?”
“I’m sure Walter. Thank you for the drinks.”
“My pleasure Kelly. If you change your mind, I’m in the suite at the end of the hall. Room 425.”
I walked the opposite direction, down the hall, to my room. I unclasped my bra and took it off, as well as my jeans and underwear before putting on a pair of pajama pants. I brushed my teeth and did another bump before laying on the bed with a diet soda to watch some television. I was wired and bored and not ready for bed yet. I flicked through the channels finding nothing to my liking. I checked my phone once again. No message from Matt. Fuck him. He was never there when I needed him. And right now I needed him. Or somebody. I hated being alone. I liked having friends to talk to.
I knocked softly on the door of my new friend in Room 425. There was no answer. Walter was probably asleep, but I knocked softly again just to be sure. The door opened to a dark room illuminated only by the flickering brightness of the television. Walter was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a tee shirt. He had a glass which was heartily filled wiht bourbon. He did not look quite as distinguished as he did in his slacks and button down.
“Kelly,” Walter uttered, “I thought you were calling it a night.”
“I was…but I couldn’t sleep. I figured what would one night cap hurt.”
“Umm…come on in then.”
Walter turned on the lights to the room and walked over to the table which he had set up as a make shift bar.
“I don’t have any vodka,” Walter apologized.
“I’ll just take a bourbon then.”
Walter handed me my bourbon and I took a seat in a chair next to the sofa he occupied. Walter’s room was much bigger than mine. It had two chairs, a sofa, a large television, and a king size bed.
“So what changed your mind?”
“I was bored. I guess a bit lonely,” I admitted.
“I hear you. Single life can be lonely. But then you get to meet fine people like ourselves,” Walter laughed, taking another swig of his bourbon.
Our eyes took turns trying to discreetly peek at each other. My eyes gazing at his boxers. His eyes tracing the outline of my braless chest pressing against my shirt. It was a game of will power. Neither of us seemed driven to make a move, instead making conversation leaving our sneak peeks to serve as our only advances. In West Palm, the men had always pursued me. I didn’t have the confidence to approach them. That dynamic worked well down there but the current hesitancy had left us at a standstill.
I wanted to approach him. I wanted to extend the night. I wanted some excitement instead of simply watching television in my room or his room. But what if he said no? What if our new friendship was exactly that, a friendship? Would this ruin it? I built up my confidence and decided to find out.
I walked over to Walter and straddled him on the sofa. His bloodshot eyes looking up at me but not moving. I could feel his penis awakening slightly beneath me.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” Walter replied as he pulled my head down pressed his lips against mine.
Our tongues played with each other, his tasting of bourbon and man. His hands quickly found their way inside my shirt and cupped my 36C breasts. My hips instinctively gyrated on top of him causing his dick to grow hard and longer beneath me.
I slid off of Walter’s lap and down to the floor, reaching up and shimmying his boxers off of him. His dick and balls were hairy and thick six inch dick rose from the bush like a tree yearning for sunlight. I wasted no time taking all of him into my mouth. I was horny and tired of waiting. I was inpatient and eager to taste my new friend. I deep throated him again and again, my nose enjoying the scent of the pubic hair of a man nearly twice my age. The blow job was sloppy and fast and…
His hands pulled my head off his dick. I was confused. Normally men would push me ON to their dick.
“Your turn,” Walter whispered, offering me his hand and walking me to the bed.
He pulled my T-shirt over my head, taking a second to admire my twenty-something tits. I slid off my pajama pants and climbed under the covers in his bed. Walter yanked the covers away with a smile and lowered his mouth and fingers to my vagina. It was wet once again. She was an excitable pussy.
Walter’s tongue was much better than Ian’s. He ate me with a passion which other men had lacked. It had been months since I had been eaten out, yet here I was, receiving oral twice in the matter of hours. Walter’s hands were experienced. It found and fondled my clitoris with just the right pressure and speed to bring me to a quick orgasm. He ate me…and ate me…and ate me. I attempted to pull his head up but he reneged my attempts. It felt so good that I didn’t want it to stop, but I wanted him to enjoy this as well.
“Your turn again. I want to suck you,” I moaned.
Instead of standing up and letting me suck him, Walter simply spun his body around into a sixty-nine position. His legs were on each side of my head and his hair dick, balls, and ass were now staring me right in the face. He blindly adjusted his crotch until his dick found the wetness of my mouth. He ate me even more feverishly than before as his hips pushed his cock in and out of my mouth – his balls resting on my nose and then ascending into the air with each movement. The view was erotic and intense. Walter had been timid the whole time but that tepidness had dissipated as his hairy dick and ass met my face again and again.
“I want you in me,” I gasped once freeing my mouth from being pinned down by his cock.
He rolled over onto his back and I quickly mounted him. After being in the submissive position, I wanted all of the control.
I reached down and guided his hard dick between my wet, open lips. It didn’t feel fully hard anymore but it was hard enough to enter me. I seductively rotated on top of his dick. My hips were on a mission today and they wasted no time introducing their new friend to their skills. I leaned forward, riding him while offering each tit to his mouth. I sat upright, one hand feeling my tit, one hand reaching down and rubbing my clitoris.
I pulled his dick out of my now soaked vagina and spun around. My asshole winked at him in excitement as my pussy once again engulfed and smothered him. I rode him fast and hard, offering him a front row seat my my pussy and ass. It was quite a show if I said so myself. I felt his hands grab my ass and squeeze hard, which in combination with the clitoral stimulation I was applying to myself brought me to another orgasm.
This one was more intense and I rolled off of him to gather myself. I looked down at my pussy and saw his cum already seeping out of me. Walter had cum during sex and I hadn’t even realized it.
I got up and went to the bathroom but couldn’t help but notice a beeping. My first concern was it was a video camera, but Walter didn’t seem to that type…although Donnell hadn’t either.
I spent around ten minutes cleaning myself up. Walter’s cum was dripping out of me bit by bit. Typically I would have put underwear on to catch it but I hadn’t worn any over here.
I walked back to the bedroom. Walter was on the bed with his eyes closed. His white shirt was covered in sweat and his dick, covered in white discharge, was now shriveled to a laughable length. The intermittent beeping continued.
“Walter, what is that?” I asked positioning my naked body against his and resting my head on his shoulder.
“Walter?”
I wondered whether Walter was asleep but my inability to wake him up indicated he passed out. I tried waking him up a few more times before giving up. I went to find the source of the beeping myself.
After two minutes of searching, I found the beeping. I pulled his cell phone out of the pocket of his pants. His cell phone wallpaper shocked me. An older blond lady and three children who looked around my age. I opened his phone and scrolled though his pictures. There was no doubt that was his wife and children. I reached into his other pocket and found a wedding ring.
“You lying piece of shit,” I said out loud.
Did no one respect the sanctity of marriage anymore? Was everyone a cheating whore or scumbag? I was furious.
I quickly dressed and went to the door before stopping. I walked back into the suite and grabbed his cell phone again. I took off my shirt and positioned myself against him once again. I pulled the sheet over me just enough to cover my boobs and legs but showing just enough skin to leave no doubt I was topless. I made sure the sheet covered none of Walter’s naked body. I then took two pictures which I conveniently cropped my face out of. I then stood up, put my shirt back on and pulled his wallet out of his pants.
I looked at his license. Walter Hagan.
I found all contacts in his phone with the last name Hagan and sent the two pictures as part of a mass text message. I then place his phone back into his pants pocket. I grabbed a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet and put it in my pocket before sliding the wallet back into his pants as well.
Liars. Adulterers. They needed to learn their lesson and I was building an appetite for teaching.
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