R had flown into Carlsbad on a Thursday and I was to meet him at a remarkably unposh, but clean motel right off the 5, lest I get lost. There is nothing worse than getting lost.
He told me he was in room 216, so I parked my car, and went over to the room. I knocked. He answered-and a joyous reunion ensued.
I had brought strawberries. Yes. Strawberries. As of late, our California Strawberries have been nothing short of superb. And I am not talking about the ultra expensive organics or "sweets"-I mean the really ordinary strawberry has become a veritable heaven of sweet acidity in my mouth.
He had, in lieu of Adidas socks, strewn white rose petals all over the bed, which I thought was very romantic.
"Hi," I went up to him, stood on tiptoes and kissed him.
He responded by picking me up and gently laying me on the bed. "Are these washed?"
"No," I looked at the ceiling.
"Never mind, I'll wash them." He took the berries over to the sink and washed them, laying them out on one of the white towels.
"You gon' be paying for that," I said.
He shrugged. "It should come out. It's only a towel." He picked up the towel, full of strawberries and brought it over to the bed. He caressed my cheek, held my face in both hands, kissed me and then brought a strawberry to my mouth. I ate it, the fruit was firm against my lips. I bit, chewed, swallowed and then finished the strawberry as he held it by its green stem. And then I fed him one. "That's enough strawberry, I want some Hilda, he said, pulling my dress off. "Pretty," he admired the pink and black bra and panty set, "This can stay on," he said indicating the bra, "because we're going out to dinner soon, but these," he pulled off my lacy boy shorts, must come off. Lie still."
I did as he licked and kissed at my thighs, his tongue finally reaching my clit, he began to lick at me rapidly. I moaned with pleasure.
"Come, Hilda, I want you to come," he said between licks. "Aw hell, this has got to come off, I have got to see those pretty tits," he said after a bit as he removed my bra and licked at my bubble gum pink nipples. "Damn." He tore off his clothes, and turned me upside down and presented me with his big hard cock to suck on. "Take it, take all of it," he said.
I sucked on the head a bit and then took all of it in, down to the base.
"That's it baby, suck it, suck it, damn, fuck, shit, I'm going to come," he said.
And he did, his cum spurted deep inside my throat and I swallowed it and then ate a strawberry. Then I kissed him. "Shit. That was too quick," he said.
"No, I liked it. It was good."
"It was good. Now turn over."
I turned on my stomach and he rubbed my back and then my ass. He parted my ass cheeks and started to lick the top part of my crack, running his hand over my parted ass, and then down to my hot wet vaggie, he lifted my bottom up and started licked me from behind. "Dammit," he swore and turned me over where he could get at my clit with greater ease, he was licking it back and forth, a finger inside me, pumping me as he licked.
I moaned with pleasure, saying his name over and over again, "Lick me, lick me," I said, "oh fuck me, fuck me," I begged.
"Not yet," he said, "you have to come first, come for me, Hilda, come, I want to feel you come." He continued to lick me and fuck me with his finger.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," I began to move under his tongue and hand until finally, I came-and loudly.
"Hilda," he said, kissing me. He picked me up and carried me to the shower where he bathed me, toweled me dry and then he dressed me. "Are we ready for dinner now?" he asked.
"All right," I said.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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