It was a one-night encounter, but it changed the girl’s life forever
The elegant redhead came around midnight, asking for a room. I told her that we had just one available, and she nodded without pleasure. Her low-cut dress drew my eyes deep. She smelled like a delicious spice drifting through an exotic restaurant, and my mouth watered as she filled out the registration.
Her green eyes sparkled. Her jewelry flashed in the light. Certainly, she wasn’t our typical patron. Most women who came to Bauer’s Inn arrived with suspicious-looking businessmen who rented rooms by the hour. But it was the Fourth of July weekend. All the decent hotels were booked. That left Bauer’s.
“OK, then,” she breathed after signing the paperwork. “Would you please have room service bring me—”
I shook my head. “Sorry, Ma’am,” I said, “but we don’t have room service here.” Her lime eyes flashed at me, and my stomach flipped. My cheeks were turning red, but I couldn’t help it. I was attracted to her.
Clearing my throat, I stuttered and handed her a flyer from under the desk. The flyer listed pizza shops and other places that delivered, including Mistress Misty’s Escorts. I felt like a fool as she politely looked over the flyer and folded it twice. She put it halfway in her tiny purse and said that she’d keep it handy.
“Right.” I tried to smile, pulling at a lock of my curly blonde hair. This woman had no problem looking me up and down. I wondered, Does she see the lanky, pig-tailed farm girl everyone around here knows? Or does she see the woman I’ve become?
Melissa (I had noted her name on the registration) picked up her only bag, and I handed her the key. Our hands touched, and it was strange. I felt a cool, yearning sensation that lingered even after she turned away. Was it just me? I actually started thinking about seeing her again when she booked out in the morning. Then she looked back at me, a devilish look in those sexy eyes.
“Listen—” she read my name tag. “Listen, Emily. It’s so late, you know. And I’ve never stayed here before. Do you think you could—”
“Show you to your room?” I guessed. I must’ve sounded eager, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to see her, to smell her wonderful scent, and feel her presence a few moments more. I was already around the desk and taking her bag before she could answer. My pussy was becoming moist. Deep inside, I felt something. I felt something was going to happen.
Outside, I locked the office door by the glow of red neon light. I remember asking what had brought her out to this shabby little motel in this shabby little town, but I can’t recall her reply. All I remember is her slipping her hand into mine. She said she’d bring her car around later.
“I feel terrible, thinking of you being alone here,” she said. “I have to travel a lot, and I despise that kind of quiet.”
“I’m used to it,” I told her, not much of one for small talk. I just wanted to savor the fresh air and the feel of her hand. My fingers curled around hers, and I detected cool metal. A wedding band. It didn’t matter. Something about her was so much larger than life, bigger than convention. I had an urge to kiss her that I could hardly control.
We stopped at her room door. The night was quiet. She turned to face me and slipped her bag from my shoulder, her other hand still entwined with mine. Her lips came so close, her few unbridled locks silhouetted by neon and the moon. I tasted her breath through my open mouth, felt her breasts brush against mine. My nipples were hard, aching through my cotton shirt. She must have felt them. Her bag hit the ground, and then it happened. For just a moment, our lips touched.
She moved in circles around my areolae until my nipples nearly exploded
I pulled away. “Omigod,” I said. Then I said it again. I couldn’t even look at her. I dug in my jeans for the master key, but the chain had so many, I couldn’t find the right one. My hands trembled, sweaty, and cold. Gently, her hand touched my shoulder.
“Relax,” Melissa said. “It was only a kiss.”
My eyes burned. “Kiss?” I said. “We didn’t kiss! We haven’t—”
I got the door open. I reached in, snapped on the light, and Melissa snapped it off again. She took me, pulled me to her at the threshold of her room, and pressed her lips against mine. She held them there, firm and moist. Then, with an almost comical pop, our mouths parted.
“There,” she said, leaving me limp and breathless. “Now that we have nothing to argue about, why don’t you join me for a drink. You look like you can use one.”
I protested. She grabbed her bag and prodded me in, then kicked the door shut. Just like that, everything was dark. I thought I’d scream before my eyes adjusted to the red glow penetrating the blinds. Melissa dug in her light luggage and produced two tiny bottles. “Vodka,” she said. “From the airplane.”
“I have to get back.”
“Why? You said yourself that this was the last room.”
I didn’t want to argue. Right or wrong, this was where I wanted to be. She’d scared me, but I felt safe with her, too. I smelled my sex, drifting through my moist panties and jeans, and wondered if she smelled it, too. Taking the bottle she’d offered me, I blurted that I’d never been with a woman.
“My best friend and I used to kiss,” I rambled, speaking as fast as a used car salesman and just as loud. “But we’d pretend we were boys. Or I’d pretend she was and she would—”
Melissa shut me up with another kiss. She pulled at her sleeves, and her dress slipped. I saw her creamy shoulders, then her naked breasts. I started to back away, but she pulled my face into her nakedness. I was like a helpless child! But I’d waited so long. I’d waited all my life for a taste, and I found her nipple and wrapped my lips around it. Her fingers swam through my hair. It was so comforting, so right.
“That’s it, Emily,” she said. “That’s all there is to it.”
I couldn’t stop once I’d started. The taste of her skin and her subtle sweat drove me crazy. Her hours-stale perfume, the softness of her breasts—I can’t say these were familiar sensations, but they seemed like it. I wanted more.
She touched my sides to untuck my blouse. It almost hurt to leave her luscious tits, but I did so that she could pull my shirt off over my head. Shy as an angel, I crossed my arms, although really I’m no angel. I even had a bra on. Besides, I’d stripped in front of other women so many times. But tonight was different. This was sex, and it was new again.
Melissa unfastened my arms slowly and looked at my figure. I could hardly see her face, but her eyes glowed. She looked so pleased as she leaned close and unfastened my bra. It fell away, and my petite breasts burned for her. She touched them with her palms. She moved in circles around my areolae until my nipples nearly exploded. I knew what was going to happen. My mouth watered for it.
Melissa’s dress had fallen to her ankles. Now she stepped out of her shoes as I guided her to the bed. I didn’t think anymore. I just did what I wanted. She wore no panties, not even any hose. All she had left on her body was jewelry.
I put her on her back. The tired bedsprings groaned. Briefly, my wrist brushed the mound of hair between her legs. The way it felt gave me goosebumps all over. I liked it, and I touched her there again, cupping her with my palm. My fingertips reached, and I felt her moistened inner labia. I stroked her and teased her while we kissed. She moaned a little, deep and sexy like an actress from the ’40s.
“I like the way you handle me,” she said. I kissed her throat, her chest, and her fluttering tummy. Her legs opened a little as I went down, and I smelled her. Her scent was like the strongest aphrodisiac, and my mouth opened, tongue spilling out to meet her. Her hands were in my hair again as I took the first lick.
Her engorged clitoris felt like a tiny, ripe grape. I tasted it, squeezed it between my lips. Then I looked up at her. I guess I wanted approval or encouragement. Well, I got it. Our eyes met, and she smiled. Oh, how I wanted to please her! As she watched, I put my finger in my mouth and puckered my lips. I felt so sensuous. Slowly, I pulled my wet finger out and touched her again.
Before I could stop myself, I went inside her pussy. Penetrating her that way shocked me even more than touching her with my lips. The move seemed so bold, and she felt so warm and ready! After that, there was no stopping me.
I knelt before her, devouring her delightful pussy. Pleasuring her.
I put my head back down. Eagerly, I licked her clit as I pushed and pulled and twirled my finger inside. Melissa moaned, her hands all over my head and my shoulders. My knees had slipped to the floor, and I knelt before her, devouring her delightful pussy. Pleasuring her. Her scents and sounds filled my head until it almost ached, and I ate as much of her as I could.
“Oh, babe,” she groaned, twisting her body in the bed. “Oh, babe, it turns me on the way you want me. The way you looked at me from the start.”
I tried to say something in return. All that came out was a muffled grunt. I’d slipped my hand away, and now my tongue was in her! She tasted too good to stop.
It was all too good. I thought it could go on forever. Something happened, though. My jeans felt too tight. And my panties were sweltering. I was uncomfortable down there. It was a feeling of need. This was all so new, and it took me a second to understand that desire had crept up on me. Then suddenly, a single obsession clouded my mind.
“Oh god!” Melissa was saying. Her voice cracked. She massaged her clit madly, knuckles brushing my nose. She wanted to come, but my tongue had stopped working. It may have been selfish, but I wanted to feel my pussy burning against hers. The feeling came on so strong and abruptly. But I had to have it. I had to have it now!
Almost in a panic, I unfastened my jeans and kicked off my shoes. I wriggled and strained until I was naked except for my white socks. I didn’t want to take time. Fuck it—the socks would stay!
I got on top of her. She begged me to go back, but I touched my wet lips to hers. Our naked breasts touched for the first time. The sensation of her soft skin against mine was like magic. Still, I couldn’t wait. I pulled away and straightened my back. Seizing one of her ankles, put it over my shoulder and slid her other leg under mine. Melissa understood my plan and resigned herself to me. Her head fell back, exposing her strong, triangular chin and gorgeous neck, all bathed in a haze of red from outside. I felt the heat of her pussy between my legs. Our fingers intertwined. She held on tight. She knew I’d grind her into oblivion.
My butterfly-wing labia were already naturally parted. Insides throbbing, I spilled sweet-scented juices as our bodies met. My burning clit touched hers. Our sweaty bodies strained. We pushed harder and harder until I was teetering over some precipice. Slowly at first, I rolled my hips.
Naturally lubricated, our eager flesh worked like a well-oiled machine. Our labia danced, rubbing hard. I saw spots, little bursts of light in the dark. I was fucking her. I really was, and the idea drove me crazy. But I couldn’t come. Not so soon. I had to keep the momentum going. I was in control. And I stared down at this powerful woman and turned her into a heaving mass of flesh.
I loved it! Her body shook all over. She cried out, “Uh—yes, uh—yes!” Her fingernails dug into the backs of my hands. Her torso rose, picked me right up off the bed, and she quaked madly before falling away again. The more she lost control, the more focused I became. I wanted to take her so far that there was no coming back.
The white flashes came back. My pussy coiled like a serpent ready to spring. I couldn’t stay dissociated. Not with the way Melissa screamed under me. She was coming! It seemed like she wouldn’t stop, and the furrows on her brow deepened. Her open mouth and the heaving of her fleshy chest. . . I couldn’t take it. My face flushed. My hands tightened around hers, and it was about to happen. Any second, and I would come!
I joined her screams. My insides tightened one last time, deep and long. Then, finally, it happened. I was free. Waves washed through me, pussy bursting and heat pouring through me from head to toe. A few seconds, and I thought it was over. Then I came even harder.
When it was all but over, I fell back. Breathless and exhausted, I savored the diminishing tremors of lust as my head hung limp from the bottom of the bed. There we were, two sweaty, oily mounds of flesh. For a few moments, I wasn’t even myself. I was just. . . satisfied.
After a few moments, I crawled up the bed next to her. Melissa nuzzled against my neck and breathed deep. I wanted to stay there with her and ask her what she was feeling. But however crappy my job was, it paid the rent. I had to get back to the desk before someone noticed I’d left.
“Don’t go,” Melissa said as I got up. “Stay just a little while and talk.”
My burning clit touched hers. Our sweaty bodies strained.
I shook my head as I searched for my clothes. “What do you have planned for tomorrow?” I asked.
“Business,” she said. “Work. Yes, I understand.”
I felt strange putting my clothes back on. It was like I’d overstepped some bounds. Successful women intimidated me back then, and in the old-fashioned town where I grew up, such ladies were a rare breed. But I looked at her as I went to the door, admiring her naked beauty by dim red neon. I wanted to remember her that way. Strong and bold, beautiful, and sensuous. She’d become a part of me. The world had opened just a little, and she’d given me strength in a way no one else could.