To room service and nature shows.

She has a brandy old fashioned, all gingery and sweet with a slight burn. Sometimes her tongue darts out to taste the rim. she sips from the straw as I look at my own and just place the straw on the bar. Sometimes her tongue darts out to taste the rim again.

To me little tiny straws make no sense. Just sorta the speed bump of alcoholic drinks really. I have the hub bub of everyone talking at once in my ear, and the silk of her skin across my hand.

We hurry back to our hotel, We turn on the water, as hot as it will go, soap and steam. The cheap bars of soap slide across her breast and warm belly smelling of clean and exotic Americana. The suds making her slippery and hard to catch.

When we are done, we lounge, and eat snacks, and watch nature shows. We are opposites, her head where my feet are and vice versa. We sit and laugh and talk the rest of the night and it follows down the tunnel of dark till we are cuddled together and sleep takes us. I curl up on my side of the bed but slightly touching. Just there.

Are you there?

…Yes, I am here.

I wake up in the morning, creep to the bathroom, and creep back out. I slide between her legs, pull myself to her by grabbing her legs, until I am nestled between her thighs, the warmth and smell of her sex wafting up. I lick her, around the folds, she sighs and I push her nightgown up around her waist. I grab her thighs and fuck her with my tongue. I swallow spit, swallow the taste of her. I finger her, rub her g spot until she squirts onto my face, drenching my beard with her sauce. I turn her over while she is still cumming. Push my dick in her mouth. She takes it readily. Scowling at me as she deep throats me. I feel her teeth graze the underside of my cock, shivers and bone.

Towels on the floor, sheets pulled off the bed.  I push her on her belly, straddle and push into her. She is tight warmth, magnetic, drawn, irresistible. I try to make myself last but it is the way she moves, the sounds she makes, the way she looks back over her shoulder, her mouth slightly parted, lips biting, her realness and wildness is intoxicating. I pull out and all but erupt onto her asscheeks, and I can hear her egging me on.

“Yeah, yeah give it to me”  I close my eyes and hold on to her ass as I jerk and gasp out onto her and ride her voice. I pull my cock out and spurt my cum into the crack of her ass, sliding my dick through it, making  a mess I know she enjoys.

The light that streams in from the crack in the curtains slices light across the room, dust motes and breathing hard, catching my breath, she lays her head down on the bed, and she comes down as well, a slight jerk every now and then that rides down her body and and squeezes my cock between her ass cheeks. She gasps out what we are both feeling. This endless pleasure of lightness and finding. We could just stay here. Right here. Just extend this orgasm into light and love. We could stay here. We could. We don’t ever have to leave. We could become an eighties song, all synth keyboard, and sexy saxophone silhouettes. We could stay here, grow older and happy and so very loving. Till we are just memories in the dirt, but we were happy memories that feed the plants and trees around us. We could just stay here. Happy and content, taking snack from the hotel lobby, bumming change off the patrons. We could just stay here.

We could.