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Twin Cities Tryst Ch. 01

By: BiscuitHammer



Forward: This one is actual, folks. It takes place in the summer of 2014. Changed my partner's name for her protection. I know lots of writers on here say their story happened, I can only account for this one, not theirs. Reviews and critiques are welcome, flames will be laughed at. Anyhoo, enjoy! 

This story is dedicated to Hannah. Not that she's happy about that... 

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Chapter 1- A Much-Needed Vacation 

I couldn't begin to tell you how much I was looking forward to this trip. Saying I needed a vacation from my life and from the past few years would be a minor understatement. I'd almost gotten married the previous summer but my bride-to-be had called it off literally a month prior to the blessed event. Devastated, I'd thrown myself into my work, eventually landing a good gig as a server in a local but very popular restaurant. The money was good and I felt like I could begin to stockpile some for a vacation. 

That's when my friend in the Twin Cities, Janie, had suggested that I come visit her and we'd paint the town red for a week. Janie was a dear friend of mine, a lesbian and rather something of a libertine. I asked what she had in mind and she said we could rent a hotel room, get drunk and visit strip clubs. That was all I needed to hear, I was in. 

I worked hard. To do this right was going to cost a good amount of money. We could have stayed at Janie's place on the edge of town, but that meant long commutes into the city center where the best strip clubs were, not to mention the fact that we couldn't remain drunk, since we'd have to drive. So I arranged for a hotel room, down in the middle of the city, a really swank one- I snagged a room with a king-size bed, a great view of the city, a large shower with twin heads and, best of all, a large jacuzzi. Spending six nights there was setting me back a fair penny, but this was what I'd been saving for and I still had plenty of money for strippers and booze and whatnot. 

Janie was every bit as excited as I was and had booked off time from work accordingly. I actually had originally met her through a mutual good friend who had dated her, although things hadn't worked out between them. We were all still close, though, and Sandy didn't at all mind if I went out to see Janie. 

I wasn't sure Sandy need have worried if she'd been the worrying type, though, since Janie was a lesbian. But that's what made this interesting- Janie and I had some level of attraction between us and we liked one another a lot. We liked a lot of the same things and were both big pervs. And we both liked women. It was kind of an unspoken assumption that we would be physically comfortable around one another when we were together. While I was not certain of anything happening, I had packed some precautions in my travel bag, just in case. 

We'd accounted for our free time during my visit by resolving to remain inebriated as much as possible and spoiling one another rotten. I'd promised her massages and the purchase of many chocolate comestibles from Godiva, something we were both looking forward to. I also loaded a duffle bag with alcohol, reasonably certain it wouldn't be searched since I was taking a bus. I'd brought several favourites of mine as well as some selections she was eager to try- Old vine Zinfandel, an eighteen year single malt scotch, Parisian absinthe, cognac and some bottles of potent beer from Quebec. 

When I wasn't working, I was prepping for the trip. This involved ordering some gifts for Janie as sort of a 'thank-you' for having the idea and agreeing to share it with me, since she was one of my favourite people. Like myself, she was a sci-fi nerd and I'd purchased some nifty items to bring with me that I knew she would love- a Vulcan 'Live Long and Prosper' oven mitt, a plush bath robe with Star Trek symbols and ranks on it (Uhura red for her, Kirk gold for me), an Enterprise pizza cutter... 

You get the idea. 

This was not without the occasional mocking and derision, courtesy of my roomies. A husband and wife with two young children, they were not above poking fun at me for my plans. 

"Why are you going to all this trouble?" Hannah asked, smirking. "It's not like you're gonna sleep with any of the strippers and Janie's a lesbian, so she won't want you." 

My response was to simply shrug. I think that's what annoyed her most. Her husband, Les, on the other hand, was at least certain I'd get something, although he couldn't articulate from where. The night before I left, I was sitting in my room, going over my list of stuff to bring. I was even bringing a few suits, in case we went anywhere ritzy. Hannah just casually sauntered into my room, since knocking or announcing one's self is apparently a lost art. 

"Looking forward to your trip?" she asked, watching me check off the list of presents for Janie. I nodded and kept sorting. "Les has this stupid idea in his head that you're going to get it on with Janie, you know." 

"Really?" I replied distractedly. "Hadn't really given that much thought, what with her being a lesbian and all." 

"Yeah, it's stupid," Hannah declared. "And let's face it, even if Janie liked guys, she wouldn't go for you." 

I paused and looked up at her, eyebrow raised. 

"Oh, I'm not saying you're ugly," she said quickly. "I'm just saying that I doubt you're her type, y'know, with the age difference and all." 

There was a significant age gap between Janie and I, since she was in her mid-twenties. Hannah had failed to remember that for a while, Janie dated a woman in her late forties before getting together with our mutual friend, Sandy. Ageism was not really an issue for either of us. 

And the funny part was that Hannah, who was only about two years older than Janie, had tried to date me when we first met and before she married Les. This seemed to have also escaped her memory. Not that I cared. I adored Hannah, but she was more like the bratty kid sister I never wanted than anyone I'd date, because, well, I'd have to kill her. 

"But, Les is determined that you're gonna somehow sleep with her," she continued. "So we made a bet about it. If I win, I get to use the big strap-on and fuck his ass until he can't stand for a week." 

"Poor Les," I mused. "And if you lose for some reason?" 

Her face clouded over. "I have to swallow for a month, as many times as he likes." 

She shivered in revulsion. She had a very strong gag reflex, she could barely let the doctor use a tongue depressor, forget swallow her husband's jizz. 

Hannah eventually left me alone to get ready. She was driving me to the bus station in the early morning. I was reasonably certain I was ready, so I texted Janie, telling her I was looking forward to seeing her the next day. 

"I can't believe we're doing this!" she replied. "So we spend the first night at my place, since it's near the bus station you're arriving at and then the next day we head to the hotel, right?" 

"Correct." 

"Ahhhhhh, are you sure you won't tell me when you got me? I wanna know!" 

"Nope, you'll just have to be patient, darling. It won't kill you." 

"Okay, okay. I'm going to sleep, but that does raise a question for me when you get here- I sleep naked or next to naked, are you gonna be okay with that?" 

"I sleep naked too, so it's no issue for me, babe. I'm sure I'll find a way to keep from being traumatized by the site of a naked lesbian." 

"Glad to hear it. G'night and see you tomorrow. Can't wait. Love you!" 

"Love you too." 

*** 

The trip was some nine to ten hours, since I ended up taking a milk-run bus. I might have caught a quicker bus, but Janie didn't get off work until five anyway and would need time to drive and pick me up. When I wasn't reading a book, I spent most of my time texting or Snapping with friends who would want to know how my week of planned depravity went. Many of them were insanely jealous, but I just told them that hard work paid off and this was my reward. 

It was a sultry evening in Minneapolis when my bus pulled into the station. It was almost six while I was unloading my multiple bags from the vehicle and began scanning around for signs of my partner-in-crime. I finally spied her just beyond the doors and waved. She looked just how I remembered her- medium height, long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes and a trim, fun figure. To be honest, she didn't look anything like a stereotypical lesbian, if one had an image. Janie's face lit up in excitment and she came through the door and dashing over to me, almost tackling me with a ferocious hug. 

"Oof! Good to see you too," I wheezed as I hugged her tight. 

"I'm so glad you're here, I've been a giggly dork all day at work!" she said excitedly, now looking up at me. I noticed she was wearing scented lip-gloss, the very kissable kind and took a chance- as I leaned my head down, she pushed up on her toes and I kissed her. It was a firm and affectionate kiss, nothing sensual, but definitely more than a hello between casual friends. 

The kiss was maybe three seconds and I held her to me. When we broke the liplock, she sighed and smiled. "Oh, thank God you were okay with that, I was worried." 

"I dunno why," I replied, still holding her to me. "I've kissed you before." 

"Yeah, but on the cheek or the top of my head like I'm a kid," she retorted, booping my nose. "I just love kissing and I was hoping you were okay with it." 

"Then let's make a deal," I suggested, still holding her by the waist with one hand but caressing her cheek with the other. "We kiss and say 'I love you' freely this entire week, deal?" 

Her face lit up. "Perfect!" she said eagerly before jamming her lips to mine again for another kiss. She then began helping me cart all my bags to her car. 

"Holy shit, you sure don't travel light," she remarked cheerfully as she struggled to haul the dufflebag. "I thought only divas did the whole million suitcases thing." 

"Normally I'd have a lot less with me," I replied, lifting the suitcase into the backseat of her car. "But one entire bag has all our presents and goodies and the dufflebag you're struggling with has all the alcohol." 

"Jesus," she grunted as she carefully hefted it into her trunk. "We have a serious drinking problem." 

"I prefer the term 'involuntary hobby' myself." I said cheerfully as we managed to get everything inside her car and then loaded ourselves in. Before she buckled up, she threw herself across the seat and hugged me again. 

"I can't believe you're here and we're doing this!" she almost squealed, giving me another kiss. "This is so long overdue! You deserve a vacation! I deserve a vacation! God, I love your hair!" 

The last statement, while random, was nonetheless true- it was well known in our circle of friends that Janie absolutely loved my long, blond Viking hair and had always said she'd marry my hair if marrying hair had been legal. 

Once she was done molesting my mane, we buckled in and I suggested that we make our stops at Godvia and other places before heading to her house. She acquiesed readily and drove us to a nearby mall that had a Godiva chocolatier. Aside from the chocolate-covered strawberries and other fruits I had promised her, we bought gourmet coffee, truffles and substantial bars to nibble on. We then found a store that carried marshmallows and a few pounds of decent chocolate for melting, since she had a small fondue chocolate fountain at home. My arms were quite full by the time we were done shopping. 

"I'm so looking forward to this week," she purred, giving me a hug just outside her car. "We've been planning it for months and now it's really here." 

She reached up and kissed me again and I noticed she'd re-applied the gloss to her lips. She hadn't been kidding about liking to kiss. I couldn't hug her, but I returned the kiss happily. I hadn't really kissed anyone since before my almost-wedding and there's something cathertic about feeling your lips pressed to a pretty girl's. 

We drove back to her place and unloaded the booze and other perishables, along with the bag of gifts. I brought my small suitcase in, since it had my outfit for the following day and my toiletries. We hauled them up to her apartment and went inside, where we dumped everything in the living room. She looked at me for a moment and we automatically hugged again, followed by another kiss. This one was a little lengthier and I held her body tight to mine, but it wasn't quite sensual or erotic. It was long enough for her to hum in contentment, however. I broke the kiss and grinned at her. "Ready to see your goodies?" i asked. 

Janie nodded eagerly and I brought her the bag that had all the loot- she giggled about the Spock oven glove and the pizza cutter, even the vibrating and purring life-size Tribble. She gasped in astonishment at her Uhura robe and dashed off to the bathroom to try it on. While she was gone, I slipped out of my jeans and into my Kirk robe. When she came back out, I grinned widely- the robe was a brilliant red, very plush and fit her snugly. It was also short and fell just past her hips. She looked amazing in it. 

"I love it!" she giggled, doing a twirl. 

"Red is definitely your colour." I remarked, nodding. I'd really knocked it out of the park with this one. I'm a jedi at getting people 'the perfect gift' and I could see in her eyes she was thrilled. 

She'd also reapplied her lip gloss in the bathroom. 

"And you look very fetching in command gold," she replied as she sauntered up to me. "So let your communications officer kiss you as a thank you for the lovely gifts." 

Without hesitation, I pulled her to me and kissed her, even more deeply than before. Her body pressed to mine and we held the kiss for several seconds. She hummed again and we even dared to open our mouths a little, a thrilling wetness on my lips that caused a stir in my boxers that we now pressed to her hips. I caressed her back as we kissed and felt her naked leg next to mine. If we kept this up, I'd have a raging hard-on before long. 

Finally Janie did us both a favour and broke the kiss, sucking in her breath and then sighing. "Good thing my lesbian card is active," she murmured. "God, you're a good kisser for a guy." 

"Didn't know you spent enough time kissing guys to compare." I said, laughing. 

"Not since I was fifteen and had my one and only straight sex experience, which confirmed that I was a lesbian." Janie explained. "Still, you're not supposed to be good enough at kissing to give me the tingles, that's cheating." 

"Should I stop?" 

"Oh, no," she said dismissively. "You're only here for a week, I should enjoy it while I can." 

I pulled her to me and kissed her again. 

*** 

We walked across the street to a pizza place and got ourselves so food, wearing our new robes. I was sad that Janie put on pajama pants for our sojourn outdoors, but it was probably necessary, since her red robe was short enough that you sometimes got a glimpse of her panties. 

"See?" she'd said to me in the apartment, walking back and forth to show that movement exposed her. 

While waiting, I took some Snaps to send back to Hannah and Les, showing Janie and I smiling and leaning our heads into one another. Hannah snapped back that she was happy I'd arrived safely. Not much else to say, seemingly. 

Pizza in hand, we went back to her apartment and sat together on her couch, watching TV, eating pizza and drinking beer. She'd removed the hated pajama bottoms and was cuddled against me now, her thigh touching mine. She ate maybe a third of the pizza and I accounted for the rest. After the beers, I asked her if she wanted to try any of the booze I'd brought. 

"I've never tried an eighteen year Lagavulin before," she mused as we stood in her tiny kitchen. I knew she loved single malts and had brought one of my favourites. "Let's go with that." 

I nodded and uncorked the bottle while she found two tumblers, putting two sizeable cubes of ice in each. She squeezed by me at one point, her butt rubbing up against my crotch through our robes. 

"Sorry..." she snickered. 

I poured us each a dram and we went out to the balcony of her apartment. It was now dark and the warm August night was beautiful. She lit two citronella candles to keep the bugs away, then we clinked glasses and took a sip of our libations. She tasted it thoroughly, seemingly pleased. 

"Y'like it?" I asked, watching her reaction. 

"Love it," she said softly, smiling at me. "It tastes great on my lips." 

I leaned in and kissed her, our bodies moving close and each of us putting our free hand around the other's waist. Her tongue caressed my lips, as if tasting the scotch on them. I felt the stir in my loins again, hoping she wouldn't notice. 

"Mmmmm, I love this scotch and I love you, you know?" she purred, our lips still touching. 

"I love you too," I replied quietly, rubbing my nose gently against hers. "You're one of my favourite Americans, without question." 

She smirked. "Do you like many Americans?" 

I nodded. "Enough that being one of my favourites is not an easy position to attain and keep." 

We kissed again and then she turned and looked out at the moon high above. It was a perfect night and the silvery orb was clearly visible. 

"Beautiful night for a beautiful girl and friend." I mused, standing next to her. She smiled warmly at the compliment and sidled into me, her head on my shoulder. We took a few more sips before she squirmed a little. 

"Is it okay to take off the robe while we're out here?" she asked. "They're a tad warm for summer heat." 

"I don't mind," I replied, shrugging. "I want you to be comfortable, after all." 

"Good," she said, undoing the belt and shrugging off the garment, leaving her standing there in matching purple panties and a bra. Her pale bodies almost glowed in the moonlight. I think my eyes must have widened because she snickered again. "Hey, I'm used to wearing less on my balcony and we decided we'd be comfortable around one another, right?" 

I nodded and removed my own robe, leaving me clad only in my Brutal Legend boxers. She giggled as she saw them, giving the side a pet. 

"Of course you own video game boxers about heavy metal, dork!" she quipped, still stroking the silken fabric before sitting down in one of the long garden chairs and stretching out. I did likewise in the second chair, right next to hers. We drank in silence, holding hands and looking up at the moon while listening to the calls of the night's creatures. 

Maybe half an hour had passed before we'd finished our scotch and we went back inside, feeling pleasantly mellow. We had our arms around one another's waists, skin to skin as we walked. We put the glasses in the sink and then she hugged me close, nuzzling her cheek into my chest. I could feel the soft skin of her stomach pressed to mine and her panties against my boxers. I fought the stirring urge inside them, desperately willing myself not to get hard. 

She pulled me down for a kiss and I responded by lifting her gently off the floor. She murmured in surprise but kept kissing me. I was leaning back against the counter and her knees now caught the edge, helping to brace her as we kissed. My hands moved down her soft body and resting below her butt, cupping the cheeks and holding her in place. Her lips finally left mine and she stared at me, her pupils a little dilated from beer and scotch, no doubt. 

"You're so amazing," she whispered, cupping my cheek. "This is going to be the most awesome week and I have you to thank for it." 

"I've been thinking the same thing about you, in fact," I replied. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather be doing this with." 


Twin Cities Tryst Ch. 01



Janie pressed her forehead to mine and took a deep breath or two, composing herself. "I'm thinking we should hit the sack before long, since we want to do stuff before checking in at noon." 

I nodded. "Have you got a blanket and pillow I can use for the couch?" 

"Yes," she said, nodding back. "But... well, it's not terribly comfortable, Michael. Would you like to share my bed with me? It's got plenty of room." 

"I don't want to put you out." I replied, hoping she'd insist. 

"It's no touble, it's a king-size," Janie pointed out. "And having someone next to you is comforting, isn't it?" 

I smiled. "I'll happily share your bed with you." I let her clamber down off of me and she took my hand and led me to the bedroom. It was dominated by her bed but there was still enough room to move around. Just across from it was her bathroom. 

"Nice," I mused, nodding at her bed. "We should both be able to fit without too much lotion." 

Janie laughed. "Now the awkward question. I hate sleeping with clothes on, are you sure you'll be alright if I am naked?" 

I nodded. "It's what I do too, are you okay with it?" 

She paused for half a second before nodding slowly. Janie reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away. I tried to smile and maintain eye contact with her, rather than look her her newly-exposed breasts. She then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down while I did the same, my heart thundering in my chest. I stepped out of them and smiled at her. Janie smiled back. 

"There you go," I said cheerfully, buck naked in front of my friend. "Sky didn't fall in." 

"And my little lesbian heart didn't roll over and die at the sight of a male body," she agreed. She then looked at my rather muscular frame. "A whole lot of male body. Jesus, you're a big guy, sometimes I forget that because you're so nice." 

I laughed and we stepped into one another, naked bodies pressed as we kissed again. This kiss we held for a rather long time, as if afraid to feel awkward in parting because we were naked. Our mouths were slightly open again for this kiss, although there was no tongue. Our bodies grew warm and we nestled closer together, holding one another tight. 

There was no holding back the hard-on that sprang up this time. 

I blushed as I ended the kiss, looking embarrassed. "Sorry, it's... been a while since he's been around a naked girl." 

Janie was looking rather flushed too, trying not to stare down at my fully erect cock. "It's alright," she replied softly. "It's only natural, after all. I'm flattered you find me attractive, even if I'm a lesbian." 

"Lesbian or not, you're beautiful," I replied, desperately hoping that he would calm down and go away if I talked about something else, even if it was how pretty Janie was. No luck so far, though. "I've always told you that and I meant it. You being completely naked just makes it that much more obvious." 

She blushed furiously, looking at the floor. I smiled and used my finger to tilt her head back up by her chin. 

"You're beautiful and I love you, Janie." I said. 

"I love you too," she murmured, looking back into my eyes. "Kiss me again?" 

"You sure?" I asked. 

She nodded and smirked. "What's a little wood between friends, right?" 

I laughed and pulled her into me, kissing her lovingly. Our hands caressed up and down one another's backs, bodies close and my hard cock now pointing straight up between our stomachs. I ignored the throbbing feeling, hoping against all odds that she didn't notice it. 

But finally I broke the kiss, stepping back and trying to control myself. Janie also stepped back, wiping at the corner of her mouth, her skin pink and her blue eyes almost smouldering. 

"I'd... I'd better go take a shower," I suggested, my cock throbbing so hard it was twitching visibly and I could feel it in the back of my head. "A portion of which will be quite cold, to banish this monster. It's been a long day with that bus ride." 

"Yeah," Janie agreed, obviously working through her own chemical reaction. "Might've made me a little wet, what with all the kissing, you know?" 

She retrieved a large towel for me and I couldn't help watching her body as she walked away. She had a slender waist and a really nice butt. When she came back, her breasts were jiggling. They weren't large, but they were perky and firm and she had a Star Trek comm badge tattoo over her left breast. Her pussy was shaved except for a thin landing strip above. 

She handed me the towel and I thanked her for it, keeping the object between us as I leaned in and kissed her once more briefly before heading to the shower. I could feel her eyes on me as I left the bedroom. Closing the door, I sighed heavily, leaning my head back to look at the ceiling. Holy fucking shit, I couldn't believe this was happening. I needed a shower, and quickly. 

I looked down my body at the guy who'd started all the trouble, standing proudly out in front of me like he was pointing the way to El Dorado and still twitching like a dousing rod. I flopped the towel over him, leaving him to hold on to it while I rubbed my face and pressed my back against the cold wood of the door. To my distress, this didn't help a bit. The bastard just stood beneath the towel, throbbing away expectantly. 

I walked over to the shower and turned on the water, making sure it was hot enough to give me a good cleansing before I made it ice cold, to deal with my unwelcome visitor. Stepping in, I tried to push thoughts of Janie's naked body from my mind. I stood beneath the hot blast, eyes closed and hoping she would be under the covers in bed by the time I was finished. 

The door opened slightly. "Michael?" 

I guess not. 

"I... I really need to pee," she said in an almost timid voice. "You okay with me doing that while you're in the shower?" 

I sighed quietly. "Yeah, I promise not to look." 

I heard her close the door and then the lid clunk. I went back to dowsing my head under the water, trying not to think about the naked girl mere feet away on the other side of the shower curtain. 

"I promise not to flush and scorch you." Janie offered. 

"Thank you for that," I said as dryly as a man standing in a shower could. "Much obliged." 

I heard her snicker and then the lid drop lightly. "Thanks!" she said. 

"No problem." I replied, waiting for the door to open and shut, but it never seemed to. There was just silence for some time. 

"Mike?" she asked in a voice I could only describe as somewhat apprehensive. 

"Yes?" 

"I... it's been a long day for me too," she began, looking for how she wanted to say whatever was on her mind. "I should probably shower before bed but, well, my hot water tends to run out quickly. Do you... d'you suppose we could share the shower?" 

I could barely hear my response over the sound of my heart thundering again. "Yeah, sure, I'm fine with that. C'mon in." 

I turned and faced the front of the shower while the curtain opened and Janie clambered in. My body was acutely aware of her presence and I was fighting desperately to control my erection. 

"Thanks," she said softly. "I think I'm okay if you turn around, we promised to be comfortable around one another, right?" 

"Yeah, but I feel a tad awkward, since my issue has not gone away yet." I replied. 

"I don't mind, really," Janie offered. "I mean, we agreed to be comfortable around one another naked and if you get aroused once in a while, that's just natural. I can live with it, I promise, even if I get poked in the stomach occasionally when we hug. I'd rather do that than be awkward." 

I drew a breath and turned around, looking at her. I then realized my body was blocking all the water and moved aside so she got inundated as well. She squeaked in surprise at how hot it was and I immediately moved back in front of the blast, shielding her while I her her close. She was trembling, although whether this was from the hot water hitting her unexpectedly or my cock in her diaphragm was unknown to me. 

"I suppose I could turn it down a little," I said, still holding her. "Wasn't expecting company." 

She nodded and I turned my upper body to point the shower head further down before moving and adjusting the knobs to a more tolerable temperature. I then slowly moved the shower head back up her body, making sure the temperature was agreeable to her. She made no demur so I then turned sideways in the shower and gently pulled her across from me so we could share the deluge equally. She smiled up at me rather shyly. 

"Thanks for making room," she said softly. Our bodies were achingly close, my hard-on pointing between us, the head touching her if I moved even a half-inch forward. "I guess we can help wash one another, right?" 

I nodded and watched as she got herself completely wet, hair and all. I then put bodywash on a soft sponge and began working the lather into her neck and shoulders. She watched intently as I worked my way down her form. She didn't move as I massaged her lovely breasts with the sponge and then her ribcage. I did her waist and her stomach and knelt down to wash her thighs, her shaved pussy inches away from my face. I loved the way her inner lips peeked out a tiny bit beyond the outer ones, the thin strip of blonde hair doing nothing to hide her womanhood. 

She moved her legs slightly apart, giving me tacit permission to be thorough. I moved the sponge up and down her inner thighs and then gently over her puss, feeling her shiver at the touch. I moved back and forth slowly, not rubbing in a circle. Breaking away from that hypnotic task, I went further down her legs to her feet before slowly turning her around. I washed her back and her behind and she giggled as if it tickled when I pressed slightly between the cleft of her pert cheeks. 

I finally stood up and huggled her from behind, my erection pressed up on her back. She put her arms over mine and turned her head up to look at me. Our lips met and we kissed slowly, loving how the other person felt against us. Finally, she turned around and took the sponge from me, putting bodywash on it and lathering it well. She began with my neck and shoulders before working her way over my broad chest and arms, lifting them to get at my pits. She seemed amused by what she was doing. 

"Guys are built so weird," she mused as she washed my ribs. "You're not soft like girls, you're all big and angular and muscle." 

"Well, some guys are," I said airily. "Real guys, anyway." 

She giggled and swatted my chest, knowing I didn't mean it. She had once freely admitted that I'd forgotten more gay people than she'd ever known. Then again, she grew up in Bumfuck-Nowhere Wisconsin and I was from one of the most metropolitan and multicultural cities on the planet. She continued down my waist, kneeling as she arrived at my hips. She was given pause as she stared at my ramrod-erect cock, now right in front of her face. 

"You don't have to do anything," I said. "It's-" 

"No, no," she interrupted. "Fair's fair. You took care of me diligently, I can return the favour." 

My head thunked back against the shower wall as I felt the sponge touch my erection and she snickered. 

"Feels good, I take it?" she quipped as she moved the lathered sponged up and down the length of my shaft and over my balls. She even reached underneath as I had and soaped between my legs. All the while I stared at the ceiling and I was hoping I didn't poke her eye out. 

Janie continued down my legs to my feet and then turned me around, washing my back and my butt before putting the sponge aside. She then tried to hug me from behind, as I had done with her, but it was more of a reach than she anticipated. I chuckled and turned around, hugging my lovely, wonderful friend to me as we stood under the hot water. She hugged me back, kissing my chest and then looking up at me. Our lips met, our slippery bodies pressing together and then sliding back and forth almost involuntarily. We moaned into each other's mouths from the slick friction. My erection throbbed mercilessly as it pressed into her stomach, but she didn't seem to mind. 

"Mmm, I love you..." she murmured through the kiss, her mouth now open and her hands beginning to caress and wander across my wet form. 

"I love you, Janie." I said, holding her tightly, thrilling to the feel of her wet, slippery skin on mine. My mouth was open as well and our tongues touched. We both shuddered in pleasure as they began to dance and tangle. Hands were no longer caressing but beginning to wander or even grope. One of my hands found her behind and gave one of the cheeks a firm squeeze while the other found her breasts. She moaned and trailed her nails down my chest while the other hand found my butt and gave me a squeeze as well. 

Our loving friends kisses had turned into making out, neither of us trying to control it anymore. My tongue wrestled with hers greedily, tasting her mouth as we fondled one another with increasing abandon. My hands pulled her cheeks apart while one of hers reached down and began touching and stroking my raging cock. She shivered and groaned at my touch, one of my hands sliding under her to tease her wet entrance. 

Finally I pushed her into the corner and she gasped as my sheer size pinned her. Her eyes were flaring with desire as she looked up at me. She raised one leg and stood it on the corner of the tub, opening her thighs to me wantonly. Without hesitation I placed the head of my throbbing cock against her pliant lips and slid it up and down, letting her feel it. Janie bit her lower lip and almost whimpered as the head split her lips and slowly pushed inside her, the water still beating down on our tangling bodies. 

I looked into her eyes as I pushed steadily, feeling her tight walls give before my iron-hard cock. She sucked in her breath, her whole body trembling as I penetrated her. 

"You okay?" I asked in concern. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" 

"It's fine, it's fine," she rasped, putting an arm around me to keep me from pulling back. "It just take getting used to. Keep going. Oh, Jesus, keep going..." 

I kept hold of her hips while pushing inside her, watching her body almost shake in response to my cock sinking deeper inside her. She moaned very loudly as I finally pushed in to the hilt and she shuddered, putting her arms around my back to support herself. 

"Gnnnn, fuck..." she strained to say as she tried to catch her breath. "It's not like a dildo... fuck..." 

I stayed perfectly still as she tried to adjust, finally sighing and looking up at me, smiling. 

"Kiss me," she whispered. "Kiss me while you make love to me." 

And kiss her I did, deeply and lovingly. I began to move back and forth inside her, her hips moving experimentally against me. I kept her pinned to the wall and she grunted into my mouth each time I thrust deep inside her. Having her pussy fucked by a live cock seemed to agree with her, because she began to move against me now, matching my rhythm, which felt incredibly good for both of us. 

It wasn't long before we were kissing feverishly, my hips pumping back and forth strongly while she thrust against me. The strokes were long and strong now, the two of us working in tandem. Her pussy was clenching my cock tighter and tighter with each moment and I could feel the familiar warm tingle building inside me. Janie was panting now, gripping me tight and grinding against me with an unholy abandon as she approached climax. 

"Fuck, Michael..." she gasped. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna... oh fuck!" 

She strained her back and arched against me as she keened, her teeth clenched to avoid screaming. I pulled her against me ferociously, hips juddering as I began to pump my cum deep inside her pussy. Our bodies ground and writhed in ecstasy as we came together. I kissed her savagely, greedily, tongues deep in one another's mouths. My ropes of cum continued to lash her insides, my whole body awash with the unreal pleasure of a strong orgasm. 

Finally we both began to come down from our shared bliss, panting and holding one another. My hips were still working against her, my cock sliding in and out slowly as her pussy milked the last of the cum form me. She kissed my chest and shoulders affectionately while I held her close. 

"I love you." I whispered in her ear. 

"Mmm, I love you too..." she murmured back, caressing my back gently. I slowly stepped back and she shivered and gasped as my cock slipped out of her. He was still swollen but no longer hard and she giggled as she pressed a finger against him, like she was playing with a limp noodle. Without another word, we washed one another down with the shower head and then washed our hair. We still hadn't said anything as we stepped out of the shower and put towels around our heads. Wordlessly, we dried one another off and then walked back to her room hand-in-hand. She pulled back her sheets and we crawled in together, with Janie taking a moment to turn out the bedside lamp. 

We lay on our side and snuggled in close, holding one another and looking into each other's eyes, even though it was dark. Her leg was slung over mine and I could feel her pussy pressed to my cock, although he was thankfully not jumping to attention. We caressed one another's cheeks before kissing deeply and lovingly again. She kissed my chest and I kissed her Star Trek tattoo before we whispered that we loved one another and quietly drifted off to sleep in one another's arms.  

This had been a much different start to my vacation than I'd expected, not that I was complaining. 

Poor Hannah. 

*** 

Notes: The upcoming chapters took place over the course of the following week, and yes, the events really happened. I was expecting to have a lesbian wingman/woman for my trip, someone I could get drunk with and visit strip clubs. As you can see, though, things worked out significantly better than I'd anticipated. 

Don't worry, I'm continuing my other stories, this was just one I've been eager to start and my new job has kept me busy. Because this was real life, expect my bent sense of humour to come into play, because, well, it does that when I'm awake. 

That's all for now, I'd better proof-read and submit this bad boy. But you already knew I did that, didn't you, you little Schrodinger's Reader, you... 

Keep your stick on the ice! 

- Management.



Twin Cities Tryst Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Champagne Dreams 

When I stirred and began to wake, I felt the warmth of Janie pressed into me. We had fallen asleep holding one another and it was a wonderful sensation. She hummed and stirred as well, finally stretching her body and then leaning down onto me, her arm resting on my chest and her chin on her arm. She smiled at me, still not fully awake but clearly pleased to see me. 

"Hey, beautiful," I said, keeping my arm around her. "Sleep well?" 

"Like a baby," she replied, nodding. "Which weird, considering I had a naked man in bed with me." 

I gently pulled her up to me and our lips met in a deep, loving kiss. Her soft, naked form felt so amazing pressed to mine. Tongues slid and tangled around one another gently and she hummed into my mouth. She slowly crawled on top of me, allowing me to put both arms around her and hold her close. Her warm pussy nestled down against my cock and I felt him stir slowly. 

"Mmmm, hello," she giggled as she felt him come to life and gave a little squirm against him. "Looks like you're not the only one who's happy to see me this morning." 

"I think I speak for us both when I say I'm beyond delighted." I agreed, giving her dainty nose a kiss. 

"Mmm, well, my girl and I are pretty happy to see you both this morning too." Janie said. "Feel her giving him little kisses?" 

I smiled and nodded. "I was thinking of giving her some good morning kisses myself, actually." 

"Oh," she mused, considering the prospect. "She's never been kissed by a guy before, and frankly, you're probably the only one who ever will be allowed." 

"Great," I said cheerfully, reaching down and squeezing her cheeks. "Bring her up here." 

"Like, sit on you?" she queried. I nodded. Janie pushed herself up and straddled my stomach for a moment before sidling forward toward my face. Seconds later, her pussy was right in front of my mouth and she stared down at me intently, curious about what I'd do. I smiled up at her, taking gentle hold of her thighs and sidling her a little further forward until I could kiss her netherlips. She had a warm, pleasant musk from sleeping, coupled with a hint of arousal from our good morning kisses. 

She shivered as my tongue slowly lapped at her, sliding over her clit, which peeked out shyly from beneath its pink hood. Her knees were on either side of my face and I could feel them tremble slightly, tighten in around me a little as her body responded to my teases. 

"Mmmm, not bad, Michael..." she sighed as I let my tongue work up and down her slit, making her increasingly moist. I was taking my time, wanting her first oral experience with a guy to be a memorable one, not some quick over-and-done thing she wouldn't recall fondly. "Pretty damn good, in fact... ooohhh..." 

I squeezed her thighs gently, then began sctratching my nails very lightly back and forth along the pale, tender skin, sending little tingles of delight up her spine while I slowly worked her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her body moved subtly above me. She certainly seemed to have no complaints, which pleased me. Yes, I've had sex with lesbians before, but I adored Janie, and knowing that I could pleasure her was really special to me. 

She shivered and sighed again, beginning to squirm on my face. I finally pushed my tongue between her pussylips and she gasped as I began to explore her. My hands moved further in, resting on the top , of her thighs, but close enough that either of my thumbs could gently press against her clit or pull her lips wide if I desired. She tasted musky and a little fragrant, as well as getting increasingly wet. She leaned forward, bracing her hands against the wall behind the bed, supporting herself. Her hips undulated slowly and I matched her rhythm, letting her decide when I got deep inside her. 

"Gnn, Michael!" she rasped, almost doubling over as I hit a spot inside her and my thumb pressed on her clit. "Oh, fuck, yes... yes, right there..." 

Her movements were becoming more direct, her need building so I ramped up my assault on her inner pink, my tongue almost fluttering inside her, twisting and snaking around or pulling out to flick her clit quickly before diving back in. My fingernails grazed her delicate skin in time with my tongue's movement. She groaned, her body trembling. 

"Oh, you're going to make me cum..." she breathed. I could feel her body getting warm, even a sheen of sweat starting to glisten on her. "Oh, holy shit, I'm gonna... mmmmm, fuck yes..." 

I sucked her clit into my mouth and she sat up suddenly, her back arching and her body going rigid. My tongue rolled around her button while I slid two fingers deep inside her. Her arms almost flapped as she fought for control, body shaking. Her hips were now grinding against my mouth wantonly, my face shining with her arousal. 

"Fuck fuck fuck..." Janie gasped. "Oh, fuck, I can't... gnnnnn..." 

She groaned loudly and guturally as she pressed down on me, hips bucking and her thighs closing in. I concentrated on lashing her clit with my tongue and snaking my fingers rapidly in and out of her clenching tunnel as she came, trying not to think about the fact that she was about to squash my head like a grape if she pressed her thighs any tighter. My face got very wet quickly but I pressed on relentlessly, determined to give her an oral experience she couldn't forget. 

Janie fell off me onto her side on the bed, shaking and holding herself. Her eyes were closed and if I hadn't seen this reaction in girls before, I'd have thought she was suddenly freezing to death. She panted loudly and clenched her hands together, flexing her fingers. I just watched her patiently, not touching her since her entire body was probably highly sensitive right now. 

"Holy shit..." she murmured quietly after nearly a minute of silence. "Oh my fuck... total blackout orgasm. Fuck..." 

"You gonna live?" I asked cheerfully, propping my head on my hand as I turned sideways to face her. 

"I think so..." she said breathlessly. "I don't have the blackouts very often, but when I do... oh, God, Michael. You're a guy, you have no business being that good at sucking pussy." 

"I beg to differ," I replied lightly. "Straight men need to be that good to compete with lesbians and keep you from stealing our straight girls." 

"Okay, fair enough," she admitted, finally calming down. "I do love stealing straight girls. But I maintain you have no business being a lesbian level of good at it. Straight girls will settle for less." 

"Maybe, but I'm making love to a lesbian," I pointed out. "Seriously, would you want me to not have done as good a job as I just did? I was working hard to impress you." 

"Muurrrr, you self-righteous mother fucker," she sighed, pulling herself close to me and putting her arms around me. "Damn you for being so logical." 

She kissed my face gently, even sliding her tongue around my mouth and jaw, tasting her cum on me. Her body almost glued to mine as she basked in the afterglow of her climax. 

"Mmm, I love how I taste," she purred softly. "But I apologize in advance, Michael, because when I suck your dick, I'm not going to be anywhere near as good." 

"Oh, you don't need to, silly," I said gently, hugging her. "I know you're still a lesbian, even if you made an exception for me last night and this morning." 

"I want to," she said, almost insisting. "Mike, you're the one guy I've ever wanted to fuck, seriously. You know I'm crazy about you, I love you. And when I think of guy's bodies and dicks, I get the fucking jibblies and it grosses me out. But not you, because you're you. You're my exception and I want to do this." 

I considered what she was saying. "Janie, do you want to do this all week? You and I, making love when we're not out doing something?" 

"Yes," she said, her voice emphatic. "I'd considered it before you got here, wondering, and I can't explain it now, but I am really enjoying having sex with you. It's not like my lesbian circle has to know, right? They just think I'm hanging out with a guy friend for a week, drinking and going to strip clubs." 

"Well I'm immensely enjoying it too," I concurred. "I'll happily have all the sex with you this week we can possibly handle." 

"Kiss on it?" she asked. 

I pulled her into me and we kissed deeply, sealing the deal. She broke it off when she heard me chuckling. 

"What's amusing you?" she queried. 

"Nothing of note," I replied, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling. "Don't worry about it." 

"No, tell me," she pressed, putting her chin on my chest and tracing a pattern around my pectoral with her fingernail. "Inquiring minds want to know." 

I sighed. "I almost feel bad for Hannah is all." 

"Why?" she asked. 

"I shouldn't tell you." 

"Now you need to." 

"Well, she and Les had a bet going about my visit. Les said you and I would end up in the sack and she said no way in hell. If he lost, she fucked his ass raw. If she lost, she swallows for a month, no complaints." 

She was silent for a moment. "They made a bet on us?" 

"Well, more like on you," I corrected. "Hannah is convinced you'd be totally repulsed by me." 

"Because you're a guy." Janie said somewhat flatly. 

"Maybe," I mused. "But I know she and Les keep entertaining some fantasy where the two of them get you into bed and fuck you. So I think it has more to do with Hannah judging that you would not find me attactive in a sexual way." 

"But she thinks I'd sleep with Les?" she almost demanded. "Or her? She's freaking huge and he's a scrawny douche with a pedostache. Fuckin' ew..." 

She flopped onto her back. "Now I'm pissed. Not only that they made a bet about me, but because they dared to second-guess my choices. Don't they know I'm crazy about you, even if you are an overly large, hairy male?" 

"I think she doesn't want to believe it, you know how she gets. What she wants to believe is usually more important than fact." 

"Her and Les..." she almost growled, still staring at the ceiling. "Fuckin' ew..." 

She now turned her head to look at me. "Well, you won, or more to the point, Les won." 

I shrugged. "Doesn't matter, you know her, she'll say I can't prove it as an excuse to get out of swallowing." 

"Oh, no fuckin' way," Janie said, turning on her side. "She's not getting out of this. I'm pissed. We're gonna send her proof, all fucking week. We'll send her Snapchat pics and videos all fucking week to drive her nuts, really rub it in." 

"You sure you wanna do that?" I asked warily. 

"Normally I wouldn't, but it's Snapchat. She could possibly save the pics, but not the videos. And I'm pissed that she thinks so little of you. She's gonna pay and it's gonna be a great month for Les." 

"If you say so, darling." I acquiesed. "Let's make her life a living hell." 

"Good," she declared, snuggling into me. "We'll start slow, of course. Since we're in bed, we'll send her pics of us lying together and kissing. That'll make her frantic and send her into denial. Then we'll ramp it up later today." 

"I love how you think." I said, smiling slyly. "Get in here and let's snap some humiliation her way." 

She curled her body into mine as I reached down for my phone. Hers was right nearby it so I passed it to her and we began taking pictures. The first one showed us looking up at the camera, side by side, shoulders and collarbones exposed. The swell of Janie's breasts were just visible above the covers. We both had serene smiles on our faces, not to mention hers was still flushed from her orgasm earlier. 

The next pic we took showed us kissing, with her turned onto her side and pressing her lips to mine, her right arm slung across my chest and her breast barely exposed above the cover. We immediately sent both pics to Les and Hannah's phone, so they both knew what was happening. Hannah couldn't just erase the pictures and claim they never happened if Les got them too. 

"I don't think we'll be hearing back from her just yet," I chuckled. "Shall we shower and get ready? We have a big day ahead of us." 

She nodded and looked at her phone. "And still plenty of time to get ready, since we don't check in until noon. We've got just over five hours." 

"So we'll shower, have a quick bite, pack up and get on with the errands." I suggested. She nodded and we got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, holding one another very close. She turned on the water and we clambered in, embracing and kissing one another lovingly as the water beat down on us. Aside from kissing and caressing, the shower was tame, because she was still sensitive from what had apparently been a mind-blowing orgasm. We cleansed our bodies of our sleep scent and sex before stepping out and drying one another off. I let Janie pick my outfit for the day. She went with my black Moroccan shirt and white linen pants, finishing it off with my flip-flops. She then dressed herself in snug jeans and a low-cut shirt and we went to the kitchen for sustainence. 

"What about the Godvia goodies, like the strawberries and fruit cups?" I asked. 

Janie pouted. "But I was hoping we could eat those in the hotel. Y'know, in our jacuzzi." 

"So I'll buy more," I said, shrugging. "There's a Godiva on the way, I'll buy another round, no biggie." 

"In that case, I accept!" she declared, grinning and breaking out the goodies, followed by making some strong coffee. We destroyed the sweets and two cups of coffee each before we began packing away everything we were bringing. I noted she was packing her new robe, which pleased me immensely, since she looked so great in it. 

A few minutes later, the car was packed and we were on our way back downtown. The hotel I'd booked was right in the heart of the city, where all the action was, within minutes of all the best strip clubs, restaurants and other attractions. We were sitting at a stoplight when I noticed her looking at me and smiling for no apparent reason. I raised my eyebrow in way of a question. 

"Nothing," she said sweetly, reaching over and caressing my cheek and then my long blond hair. "You just don't at all look your age, you look like you're in your early thirties, it's amazing." 

"Thanks," I replied. "Good genetics and clean living, I guess." 

She snickered. "Clean living, riiiiight. I know what a perv you are and how long you've been living the perv life. Regardless, you look a good ten to fifteen years younger than you are, it can be very confusing for a girl." 

"Only if she's a ageist," I said, shrugging. "It's kind of a trap for me, sometimes. Girls are often really into me until they find out how old I am, then they get confused, followed by distancing. And it's not like I did anything wrong." 

"That bothers you, hm?" she asked, driving again. 

"Not just on my behalf, but I hate the concept of ageism, always have," I said firmly. "Even when I was really young I did, it seemed so unfair. I've been married and nearly married now. In both cases, kids and the family I want so desperately were denied to me. Now if I want a family, the girl I marry has to be considerably younger than me by default, you know?" 

"I guess that's true," she mused. "She's gotta be fertile." 

"Speaking of," I said, remembering something. "We need to be more careful if we're gonna do this all week, darling. We went a little crazy last night and I came inside you with no protection. I know we're both clean, but I don't want to put you in a situation where you might end up-" 

"Oh, that's not a concern," she answered somewhat dismissively. "I'm on birth control." 

"You are?" I asked, looking amused. "Why the hell would a lesbian need to be on birth control?" 

She was silent for a moment as she merged onto a highway. "I have ovarian cysts," she admitted. "The depo shot helps control them and regulates what is otherwise a very unpleasant one week a month for me, you know?" 

"I get that," I replied. "My wife had the same issue with the cysts, but she just took pills because she was scared to death of needles." 

"So there we go," she said happily. "No need for condoms, you can cum in me all you want." 

"Sounds like a plan." I said agreeably, letting her drive us to the mall for more supplies. 

*** 

"Holy shitsnacks," she muttered, looking up at the hotel. "We're on the twentieth floor?" 

"Nothing but the best for my favourite lesbian lover." I replied, putting my arm around her shoulder as we turned our gaze skyward. It felt weird having the valet park her junky old beater car when we were staying at such a swanky location, but a ten dollar tip kept him from judging us. We went in the big doors while a bellhop trundled in our luggage. It was just past noon and we were now eligible to check in. 

They seemed eager to welcome us and were very expressive and descriptive in the details of services available. Then again, for the amount I was playing for the next six days, they were not remiss in doing so. Some small booklets with the range of options we could indulge were given to me and then we followed our bellhop into the elevator and ascended to the twentieth floor. 

"How many rooms are in this hotel?" Janie asked our attendant. 

"Uh, three hundred and fifty, miss." 

"Oh. And how many on the twentieth floor?" 

"Mmmm, five, I think. And the twenty-first has four, but those are the penthouse suites, one taking up each corner of the building. But don't worry, your hotel room is plenty big, biggest one on the twentieth floor, I think." 

We arrived at our designated floor and exited the elevator. He led us to our room and opened the door, gesturing for us to go in... 

And it was quite magnificent. The bay windows gave us a splendid view of the downtown core and the Metrodome. Janie's eyes widened in wonder as she looked around. There was a small living room with three plush chairs and a lovely chesterfield, all of which were facing a large, flatscreen TV. Another corner was dominated by a wooden desk. 

The bedroom had an oversized king-size bed, remarkably soft and plush. Janie giggled in delight. This backed onto a glass wall that divided us from a roomy alcove, in which were situated the refrigerator, a closet and some other minor amenities. But what really caught our attention was the bathroom- the shower was easily big enough for us both and had dual shower heads. The toilet was in a small, self-contained area with a glass door. A large, circular sink with chrome fixtures and a sizable mirror along the back wall. 

But it was the jacuzzi that caught our eye. Long and wide, with a plethora of jets, it could fit the two of us without and we both knew without saying anything that this is where we'd spend most of our time when we were en suite. 

Janie was still gawking in the bathroom when I went out and noticed that our porter had unloaded the luggage for us in a recessed corner. I slipped him a hammy and he smiled gratefully before exiting. Seconds later, Janie came skipping out of the bathroom and crushed herself against me, kissing me deeply. 

"Mmmm, this is gonna be wonderful," she hummed through the kiss, caressing my back and shoulders. "I can't believe you did all this and invited me..." 

"Happily," I replied, my hands wandering over her soft body. "Where shall we make love first? Jacuzzi? Shower or the bed? Shall I bend you over the chesterfield?" 

She giggled and was starting to tug at the hem of my shirt when there was a knock at the door. We both froze for a moment and then sighed. I broke the kiss and went to answer it. A smartly-dressed blonde woman in a pencil skirt and blazer smiled genially at me. 

"Hello, sir," she said politely. "I'm Erika, the guest relations advocate for the twentieth and twenty-first floors." 

"Didn't know I needed an advocate," I remarked, gesturing for her to enter. She swished in and went straight to Janie, shaking her hand. "Here to welcome us, I'm guessing?" 




Twin Cities Tryst Ch. 02



Erika nodded. "Groups of floors have advocates, I take care of our VIP's. I was hoping you wouldn't mind me taking you on a quick tour of the amenities that are now at your disposal." 

I looked at Janie, who shrugged and nodded. 

"Lead on, Erika," I declared. "We're ready to be blown away." 

It might've been a bit of a subtle challenge, but I wanted everything to be perfect this week for Janie and I, even if this hotel had to go out of its way to accomodate us. She led us out of our room and down the hallway, pointing out the ice machine and dispensing machines. Our floor also included a pool with a hot tub, a dry sauna, a wet one and an small gym. We then went down to the seventeenth floor and were introduced to one of the bars, one that specialized in sakes and scotches, both of which caught Janie's and my attention, since we were snobs about both scotch and sake. 

She took us to another bar on the twelth floor, a wine bar, and they indeed had some excellent selections. With a particular grin, she then showed us a set of frosted glass doors. She allowed us in and we were quite enthralled by what awaited us.  

"This is our spa," she explained. "We have attendants who will give you just about every type of massage or rubdown you require, with the service being tacked on to your overall bill. And since you're staying in one of the VIP suites, you can actually call down and have one of them come to your room if you would prefer the additional privacy." 

Janie looked at me and I nodded to her. We could afford a session or two. Erika then took us down to the main floor where she showed us the bistros and restaurants the hotel hosted, informing us that complimentary breakfasts began at seven in the morning and went til ten. 

"So what brings you two to our hotel?" she asked as she walked with us through the foyer, noticing we were holding hands. 

"Well, I live here, but Michael came to visit me for a week." Janie replied. 

"Yeah, it's been a rotten year for me, so my darling Janie suggested I come out to visit and we'd spend a week drunk in a jacuzzi and visiting strip clubs." 

Janie blushed but our advocate Erika laughed. "In that case, let me get you a bunch of VIP passes to all the best downtown gentleman's clubs. These'll come in really handy for you..." 

She went to a safe behind the check-in desk and returned with several VIP passes, meaning we wouldn't have to pay a cover charge to enter these exclusive clubs and also recieve complimentary drinks. Erika then escorted us back to our room, coming in with us and pointing out some minor details about our suite. She then asked if we had any other questions. 

"Just one," I mentioned. "I brought a celebratory bottle of champagne with me, but that'll no doubt be polished off very quickly. Rather than constantly heading out to the store, could the hotel possibly sell us a bottle or two if necessary?" 

"Oh," Erika said, pausing. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew. Because of your suite and the length of your stay, your champagne from the hotel is complimentary." 

Janie blinked. "You mean, if we kill off a bottle, we can phone down for another and it's part of what we've booked for?" 

Erika nodded. 

"And we can just keep ordering bottles?" 

"Yes, dear." Erika answered. "Order as many bottles as you like, and don't worry about abusing the privilege, we've had rappers and sports stars stay here with their entourages, I'm sure we can meet your needs. Just call and ask, we can legally bring up to three bottles at a time. I hope you two have a splendid stay, I'll check on you tomorrow." 

And then she exited, leaving us alone in our deluxe suite. We were silent for several seconds before Janie turned and looked at me. "Absinthe, scotch, cognac, wine and now unlimited champagne? We're gonna be so shit-faced this whole week."  

"That was kinda the plan anyway," I said, moving to her and cupping her cheek with my hand and looking down into her eyes. "So, let's get natural and explore our new digs..." 

She nodded and I drew her in to kiss her. We stood holding one another close, kissing deeply as we bagan to remove one another's clothing. As she knelt and pulled down my boxers, she kissed my cock gently, sizing it up for a moment. 

"I've got all week to practice..." she reminded herself. She put a hand around my shaft and stroked me, causing me to swell a little. I then drew her up while I knelt. Pulling down her panties, I leaned in and planted a slow, firm kiss against her smooth pussy. She shivered and stood me up as she stepped out of the tiny purple underthings. Hand-in-hand, we walked over to the window and looked out. 

It really was a magnificent view. Our window took up the entire length of the wall, with a sill large enough for her to stand on. Which is exactly what Janie did. I helped her up onto the ledge and she stood naked in the window, looking over the cities she called home. I just smiled up at her, caressing her butt gently. 

"Get the feeling we're gonna do it here in the window?" she mused. "Not many peple can see us, unless they look way up and from a certain distance away. They might have a better view at night, I don't know." 

I helped her down again and led her to the bed. We crawled onto it and immediately tangled ourselves together, kissing slowly and squirming our bodies together. Caressing and squeezing one another, it wasn't long before I was hard and she was wet. 

"God, I want to fuck you..." she murmured. "But I want to try it in the jacuzzi, I've never done that before." 

"Whatever you want, darling," I replied, smiling at her and kissing her nose. "You know I love you." 

She sighed. "I love you too. I just..." 

I raised an eyebrow. "What? Tell me." 

"This... is going to be a very out of control and emotional week for me," she explained. "And no, not because I'm about to have my period, because I'm not. But I've never been so nuts about a guy, nowhere near." 

"So? We know we're crazy about each other." I reasoned. 

"I just..." she tried to find the words. "I love you. I want to..." 

It suddenly dawned on me what my beloved Janie was saying and I held her head gently as I kissed her face and neck. 

"Well, how about this..." I suggested. "Let's just go crazy and be madly in love all week. You're right, you're a lesbian and I'm leaving, so why shouldn't we just be the most in-love couple anywhere in the city for the next six days?" 

She considered what I was saying. "So just... say whatver we feel, no matter how silly and if you propose to me, I say yes and just enjoy the dopaine rush?" 

I nodded. "Endless alcohol, strippers, fucking and being madly in love for the next six days, no hesitation or anything held back." 

"Then I am madly in love with you, Michael," she purred, rolling over onto me and kissing me hungrily. "Now take me into that bathroom and fuck the hell out of me in our jacuzzi while we drink champagne and eat chocolate-covered strawberries." 

We kissed hungrily for a while longer, squirming our bodies together and fondling one another. I was damned hard and her pussy was slippery against me. I wanted to take her right there and then, but she'd made it clear that the jacuzzi was our first obejctive. I rolled her onto her back and held her face in my hands, looking down into her wide blue eyes as I slid my cock up and down her sticky lips, making us both shudder. 

"Alright," I breathed, fighting the urge to thrust deep inside and just take her right there. "You go get the hot tub filled and turn on the jets while I bring the champagne and other goodies." 

She nodded. "Don't forget the camera, we'll send Hannah more pictures to drive her crazy." 

Reluctantly I clambered off her and she made her way off the bed and into the bathroom. I sat on the bed for a moment, rubbing my face as I tried to rein in my flaring libido. I reached down and run my fingers along the underside of my throbbing cock, feeling them come back sticky. I held them to my nose and sniffed, getting a delicious shiver from her wonderful scent. 

A few deep breaths later, I got off the bed since I heard the water running in the bathroom. I found the bottle of champagne and retrieved the strawberries from the small fridge I'd put them in. I discovered two pretty crystal champagne flutes and both of our phones. Armed with all the goodies, I now sauntered into the bathroom and found Janie bending over the tub, reaching in and splshing the water around to test it. She didn't seem to know I was there yet. 

I quietly put the goods down and move up behind her. I took hold of her hips firmly and pressed the head of my cock against her pussylips as they peeked out below her pert ass, moving it up and down. Janie shuddered and gasped, raising herself up to avoid losing her balance and then pushed her body back against mine, snaking an arm around my neck and kissing me. 

"Mmmm, not just yet," she moaned through the kiss. "In the tub. It's so hard to wait, but I want you in the tub, Michael..." 

She bent over and tested the water again while I kept massaging her behind and sliding my cock up and down between her cheeks. She moaned and squirmed back against me while waiting for the water level to rise. 

I stepped back finally, no longer trusting myself to not just pin her and fuck her, not that she would have objected. She turned around and sat on the edge of the tub, smiling at me while spreading her legs. She crooked her finger and beckoned me closer. I stood between her legs, the head of my pulsing cock touching her pussylips. She reached down and took hold of my shaft, teasing the head up and down her slit slowly, smiling at me wickedly. 

"You love me?" she asked coyly. 

"I love you." I said readily. 

"Think I love you?" she queried, winking. 

"I'm getting that feeling." I replied. 

"Think we're in love?" 

"I know we are and we want to get married and be crazy in love." I breathed. 

Janie shuddered at my words, enjoying how they made her feel. We were essentially going to roleplay being madly in love, just for the sheer joy and endorphin rush of it all week. And it was working. We held nothing back emotionally. It had been a rotten two years for me and a sweeping romance, even if it was only for a week, just might be what I needed. 

Even if my newfound love was a devout lesbian. 

We kissed again, body to body, my throbbing shaft pressed flat against her stomach while she wrapped her legs around me. We made out for several seconds until she broke the kiss and took a deep breath. She picked up her phone and took several pictures and video snaps of us from the waist up, meaning her breasts were exposed. I took several as well, although the regular pictures and videos I saved to my phone, while the snaps went to Hannah. Since we knew she and Les were lusting after Janie, this would drive her absolutely crazy. 

The last snap video we sent was of the two of us kissing deeply, shot from two different angles. She giggled as we fired them off and we put down the phones. Janie unpacked the strawberries while I popped the cork on our champagne and filled the elegant flutes. I handed her one and we clinked our glasses, looking into one another's eyes. 

"To my wonderful Janie, the girl I'm madly in love with." I said, smiling. 

"To you, Michael," she replied quietly. "You made this all happen and I love you so much." 

We each downed our glass and I refilled them. I'd have to be careful for now, we might get two refills out of the bottle before needing to call down for more. Janie took my hand and guided me into the tub, settling me down at one end. Clearly she felt the need to both tease and pamper me, because she refused to let me do anything. She turned off the water and smiled at me while finding the button for the jets. 

The hot tub thrummed and grumbled to life, sending pressurized water jets against me, the best one being in the small of my back. Janie settled herself down on top of me, laying on my body and cuddling, her cheek to my chest. She nuzzled me for several moments beofre settling back to the other side of the tub, our feet locked in a casual embrace. 

"Oh, God," she sighed as she took a sip of her champagne. "Good thing we have an agenda for getting out and doing things or I'd never want to leave this tub." 

"Found a jet you like?" I asked, smirking. 

"Not yet, but I will for you, I promise." Janie said. "Mmmm, this is heaven." 

We sat silently for a few minutes, letting the jets work their magic. Finally, Janie stirred and reached over from her end to the sink and took the small tray with the strawberries on them. She now moved forward on her knees, placing herself between mine and held up one of the chocolate-covered delights. 

"Mmmm, the chocolate's a little melty..." she purred, examining it and then placing it against her nipple, rubbing it around gently and leaving a swirling trail of sweetness. She offered me the strawberry and I took it in my mouth, biting it delicately just below the stem. I took one from the tray and traced it around her other nipple before offering it to her and she ate it daintily. 

Janie then moaned and put down the tray as I pulled her closer, my mouth latching on to one of her breasts, sucking and licking on it wantonly. She shuddered and put her arms around me, settling into my lap, her pussy pressed against my cock again. He swelled and throbbed to life quickly, causing her to groan and squirm on my lap. As I licked her other breast, she squeezed the first, pulling on the sensitive nipple while my hands cupped her ass cheeks. 

"Michael..." she whispered. "Please fuck me..." 

I reached between us and placed my cockhead against her pliant pussylips, bracing her with my other hand around her back. With a moan, Janie slowly sank down onto me. She shivered as she took me in, my shaft opening her and stretching her insides wonderfully for us both. She was so tight. 

"God, I love you..." she breathed as she kissed me. "Love you so much." 

I held her to me and she sat still on my lap for some time, just adjusting to the feel of me inside her. Eventually, though, she began to slowly move, squirming on my lap while kissing me. The feel of the jets on us while her tight pussy gripped me was absolute heaven. We were warm and covered in sweat and bubbling water. 

Janie groaned as I pulled down on her hips, pushing me deeper inside her. Her head fell back, her long blonde hair now trailing in the water. I kissed her neck and breasts lovingly, enthralled with the taste of her skin. My fingers caressed her back while hers gripped mine. 

"Mmmm, want to take me from behind?" she purred, smiling at me. "I'll take snaps and pics to send to Hannah..." 

I smiled back wickedly, loving how intent she was on proving my roomie wrong. I nodded and she clambered off me slowly, shuddering as my cock popped out of her. She turned herself around and leaned against the back of the tub, pointing her ass at me now. She took a moment to dry her hands so she could use the cellphones effectively while I knelt behind her. 

Taking gentle hold of her cheeks, I spread them slightly and pressed my knob against her waiting slit, which bobbed on the churning waterline. She had my phone in one hand and hers already propped up facing us and recording. She began a long snap film as I slowly pushed inside her. She groaned as I slid forward, penetrating deep into her pussy. 

"Oh, Jesus, that feels so different than a dildo..." she wheezed, composing herself and beginning another film. I allowed her to adjust again and then began to slowly move in and out, intoxicated by the sight of my cock slowly moving back and forth inside her, between those pink lips that swallowed me so prettily and hungrily. 

She handed my phone back to me and I took several short videos of her back and ass, along with shots of my cock fucking in and out of her. I continued showing my shaft burying itself inside her, the thumb of my free hand squeezing her ass cheek and occasionally pressing gently against her little knot. She bit her lip and sighed at the tease. 

I reached over her back and wrapped her long blonde hair in my fist, giving it a gentle pull. Janie groaned again, her pussy clenching around me in delighted response to my firm handling of her. Seeming to have finally adjusted to my cock inside her, she began to squirm her ass back against me in circles, trying to match my rhythm. She reached for her champagne flute and drank slowly from it as I fucked her. 

"I want to try going a little faster and harder, Michael," she breathed, looking back at me. "Can we do that?" 

"Of course, lover," I said, nodding and putting the phone aside in a safe place. "You start it off and when you tell me to pick up my pace, I will. Take your time, I'm enjoyng myself." 

She nodded and braced her hands on the lip of the tub. Seconds later, she began moving back and forth a little faster, a little stronger. She was grunting as she did so, her body trembling as she experimented. I simply held on to her ass cheeks to steady her and let her do her thing. It felt wonderful to have the gloriously tight, wet pussy sliding up and down my length, her wet lips kissing the skin at the base of my shaft repeatedly. 

"Nnnnn, fast feels good too," she panted, losing herself in the sensations. "I love how soft and hard your dick feels all at once, so much better than just rubber. Ah! And it throbs!" 

"And you feel so tight and smooth, darling." I replied, squeezing her lucious cheeks before leaning forward and snaking my arms under to grope her dangling breasts. She gasped and shuddered, grinding herself back against me wantonly at the unexpected but most welcome touch. 

"Fuck!" she grunted, now working her hips in strong circles against me. "You sure know your way around a girl's body." 

"Well I like girls exclusively, so it's kind of a hobby of mine," I quipped, pinching her nipples and eliciting another shameless moan. "But I must say, I love everything about how you feel, Janie." 

"Nnnn," she gulped. "Is it... because you love me?" 

"Yes." I replied, nodding, moving my hips against her, reveling in the feel of her pussy swallowing my cock greedily. 

"Because we're in love..." she sighed, now moving back and forth, faster and faster. 

"Yes." 

"God, I'm in love with you, Mike!" she keened, her shining body slick with sweat as the water roared and bubbled around us. "We're gonna do this... all week... fuck..." 

Her pussy was clenching me tighter and tighter now, it wouldn't be long before we lost ourselves in the throes of orgasm. I began thrusting more strongly, returning to my position kneeling behind her. My fist gripped her hair again and pulled back on her neck while the other one squeezed her ass cheeks. Janie hissed and arched her spine while pushing back against me. My thighs thumped against her ass as my cock invaded her increasingly moist and hungry womanhood. 

"Oh, God, you're gonna cum in me..." she whimpered. "Mmmmmm, do it, fuck..." 

I pumped in and out of her quicker and quicker, her breath coming in gasps before she seized up suddenly, letting out an almost strangled sound, her body rigid. Then she squealed through clenched teeth, her pussy clenching me incredibly tightly, pulsing around my shaft as she came. I moved back and forth quicker than ever, my throbbing cockhead pushing back inside mercilessly as her tunnel closed around it. 

She pushed back with her hands against the edge of the tub, driving herself onto me as deep as she could, her whole body straining and shaking with effort as her orgasm continued. Her pussy pulsed and tightened around my surging cock, unwilling to relinquish me. She was growling in her throat, as if she was trying to not scream loudly and alert the whole floor of our carnal activities. 




Twin Cities Tryst Ch. 02



She she sagged forward, panting slowly and barely holding herself against the edge of the tub. But I hadn't cum yet and I pulled her up onto my thighs, making her sit straight up on them. She shuddered and gasped as she sank onto my cock, while my arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight to me. I thrust inside her vigrorously, not giving her a moment to recover, her pussy still fluttering around my manhood. Her eyes widened as she squirmed on my lap, feeling another climax building. I felt my own orgasm approaching, a boiling, tingling sensation that was spreading through my body rapidly. I held Janie close, both of us straining against one another... 

I groaned loudly against her neck and shoulder while she cried out, both of us shaking as I pumped my cum deep inside her. Her pussy spasmed around my throbbing shaft greedily, milking me for my essence. She turned her face to mine and we kissed feverishly as we fucked, bodies locked together in ecstasy. I squeezed her breasts and she ground down onto my lap in a frenzy. 

I almost fell over, panting from my exertions. Janie slowly leaned forward, supporting herself on the edge of the tub, breathing like she'd just run a marathon. We said nothing for some time before she reached over with a trembling hand to take hold of the champagne bottle and stook a stiff drink from it. Exhaling slowly, she passed it to me and I tilted my head back, draining the rest of the contents before putting it aside. 

"Can we... go hug and kiss and cuddle on the bed?" she asked in a quiet voice. "I'm feeling very emotional and cuddly right now." 

I nodded and stopped the jets, the quietness that followed almost defeaning. I snaked one foot backwards and pulled up the stopper on the drain. The water level began receding and we just held still for some time. I caressed and fondled her gently until the water had become low enough for me to pull out of her and turn her over to lie on her back in the tub. I then lay on top of her and she shivered as I pushed back inside, her tired pussy giving easily before me. We wrapped our arms around one another and kissed deeply and lovingly for some time. Finally, I rose to my knees and pulled her up, helping her out of the tub. I dried her while she gathered the phones and strawberries up and then dried myself, following her to the main room. 

We climbed into the bed and snuggled together, pulling the covers over ourselves. Lips met and tongues tangled as we kissed and caressed, enjoying a heartfelt closeness brought about by losing ourselves to our emotions for the week, totally in love. We whispered it to one another softly and without reservation, knowing the other meant it too. 

"We'll need more champagne when we wake up," she said quietly, her eyelids already closing as sleep came to take her. "Sound good?" 

"I'll call down for three bottles when we get up," I assured her. "Sleep now, I love you." 

"I love you too, Mike..." she murmured, drifting off. I kissed her gently and closed my eyes. The day was young, it wasn't even late afternoon yet. 

*** 

I woke up when I felt Janie stirring. She purred and moved her body against mine, hands exploring my frame. I smiled and pulled her close, kissing her around her face before smiling at her. "Hey, you..." 

"Hey," she said back. "Love you." 

"I love you. Marry me?" 

"Oh, God, yes..." she said, pressing her lips to mine and kissing me deeply as we enjoyed the dopamine rush of confessing a deep and unabiding love along with the taboo of marriage. Intellectually, of course, we both remembered deep down that we weren't getting married, but our agreed emotional attachment for the week provided us with the perfect opportunity to indulge our very strong feelings for one another. 

Eventually, she ended our liplock and began kissing her way down my body, complimenting me on the fragrance of my skin. I smelled very 'mannish' according to her, which I could only assume was a good thing, since she wasn't objecting to it. 

She arrived at my cock finally, which was not hard, but might have been swelling somewhat due to her proximity. She stared at it for some time, lifting it and poking around at it with interest. There was a certain kitten-like curiosity to her expression, like she'd never seen a dick before. She looked up at my face and saw me smirking at her. 

"I've never voluntarily been this close to one before." Janie explained. "My one straight sex experience was a complete disaster, as I've told you, and I sure as hell didn't spend time nosing around at his johnson." 

"Well, take your time to say hello and get to know one another," I said casually, putting my hands behind my head. "Warning you now, though, he spits if you get him riled." 

She giggled. "Like a one-eyed llama." She examined him some more, her other hand fondling my sac. Eventually she began planting kisses against him, around the head and along the shaft. I controlled myself, not allowing him to get hard, since she was just being curious and experimenting, which I didn't object at all to. 

"I assume you've done anal with a girl?" she asked, watching intently while she hand stroked up and down my shaft slowly. I nodded. "Ever had it done to you?" 

"No," I said softly but with a finality of tone. "I let a girl finger my ass once, that was enough. Not my thing." 

"Didn't like it?" she mused. "Did it hurt?" 

"It didn't hurt, no, but it just made me feel really full and it was hard to breathe." 

She looked up at me curiously, still jerking my cock slowly. "Full? What did she have in you?" 

"Just her middle finger," I replied. "She moved it back and forth while she was sucking on me and I remember thiking I felt really full and not understanding with some women and guys liked it so much. If I want to feel full, I'll eat, dammit, not shove a burrito up my butt." 

She snickered. "Everything is food with you. Well, I like having my ass fingered and licked, at least by girls. I've let a girl fuck my ass once with a pocket dildo, but nothing quite as intimidating as your cock. If I decide to try it, will you fuck my ass?" 

"Of course," I said. "Whenever you like, we've got plenty of alcohol." 

She giggled again. "Well, that will help lower the ol' inhibitions and fortify my bravery. I'm pretty proud of how I'm doing through all this." 

"Yes, such a horrendous trial for you, oh sapphic goddess." I laughed. "To have thy divine and unmarred lesbian temple so defiled and desecrated by a hulking barbarian male like myself." 

"Oh, I'm enjoying the pillaging of my temple, I promise..." she purred, holding my cock and gently putting her mouth around the head. She held it in her mouth for a moment, enjoying how it felt and tasting my skin. Her tongue pressed against the head while her hand moved slowly up and down again. My shaft started to harden and she made a pleased sound at the effect she was having on me. 

"Mmmm, are you okay with me just practicing on you for a bit?" she asked, looking up at me. "I'm really wanting to experiment at the moment." 

"By all means, darling, do what thou wilt," I said cheerfully, enjoying watching her and feeling her mouth on me. "I am at your service." 

Janie nodded and went back to work, her hand moving up and down my thickening, hardening length and her mouth concentrating on the head. Her tongue poked and swirled around it. She sucked on it gently, while her thumb found the thick vein on the underside of my shaft and pressed along it. 

"Does it really feel good when the girl does this?" she asked, keeping up the gentle pressure as she stroked. "I admit, I read about it in a women's mag and I've seen it in porn." 

I nodded. "It's an accent, not a primary sensation," I said. "It's to enhance how you feel, not take your mind off the woman's mouth or anything." 

"Gotcha," she said, going back to work. She put her mouth around my cockhead again and then hummed as she moved a little past it, working her way down my shaft. She pulled back and sighed, looking at me in comical despair. "This is gonna take a lot of work and practice, Michael, I'm sorry. You okay with that?" 

I laughed. "I'm sure I'll survive your oral experimentations, babe." 

"Good," she said, before pausing to ponder something. "Remember, we need more champagne." 

I nodded and reached over to the side table and took the phone, dialing the front desk. Per Erika's guidelines, I asked three bottles and was informed they'd be along in short order. Janie played with my cock for another five minutes before releasing me somewhat reluctantly. I rose and went to my suitcase to fish out my robe, putting it on and tying it around my waist. 

"I love that robe," Janie cooed as she crawled underneath the covers while we waited. "Never seen that one on you." 

"My fave." I said, spinning slowly for her. I had brought along two silk kimono-style robes, one red with gold accents, covered in oriental dragons, while the other was black with silver accents covered in graceful cranes. I wore them smugly, knowing I was the best-dressed man anywhere in the city when I had them on. I had opted for the red robe at this time. 

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door and I answered- a bellhop presented me with three bottle of champagne and I thanked him with a ten. I was putting the bottles on the table when the phone buzzed at us. Janie crawled across the bed slowly and answered it. 

"Hello? Oh, hi, Erika," she said, looking at me and winking. "Yes, we did just receive three bottles, thank you. That should cover us for tonight, I would think. Yeah, we're really celebrating just being on vacation together... yeah, we've broken in the jacuzzi, of course, and the bed is wonderful. Love the view too, we can see the whole city. Oh, okay, yes, let me write that down, I just need the pencil... okay, I've got it. Thank you very much! Yes, you too!" 

She hung up. "Just Erika checking on us," she said casually, laying out and stretching languourously, drawing my eye to her lovely form. "She left us her personal cell number, in case we need anything special or... sensitive." 

"Must be a slow week on the twentieth and twenty-first floors," I chuckled. "Still, personal attentions from the management is always a nice touch. And we know they're well-stocked for champagne." 

"But it's not really champagne, is it?" she asked, sitting up with her legs crossed. "It's sparkling wine." 

I shrugged. "Sparkling wine and champagne are exactly the same thing, but by international agreement, it can only be called champagne if it's from the French region of Champagne. But they're made exactly the same way and taste the same. Some Sonoma spakling wines are better than some champagnes." 

"Our friends are right," she giggled, smirking at me. "You are completely annoying with all the trivia and irrelevant shit you know." 

"Irrelevant my un-fingered ass," I retorted. "If I hadn't explained that, you'd be hiding your disappointment about getting sparkling wine and not champagne, as you'd been promised." 

"Okay, you got me there," she admitted. "Think they have any actual champagne?" 

"Oh doubtless their bar does, I'll see if I can con Erika into getting us a bottle," I said casually. "Have you ever had a Death In The Afternoon?" 

She shook her head. 

"It's a shot of absinthe in a champagne glass, topped off with champagne," I explained. "Ernest Hemingway is supposed to have invented it." 

"Ooh, for real?" she asked, curious. 

"That's what I've been told he named his book after," I replied. "But it's not like I was there." 

"Wow," she mused, smirking at me again. "A historical event you aren't old enough to remember. I didn't think that was possible." 

I paused and looked at her. She smiled back at me smugly. Without another word, I pulled a second bottle of champagne from the alcohol bag I'd brought with me, twisting the wire that held down the stopper off. I walked up to her and climbed onto the bed, her eyes locked with mine. 

Before she knew what was happening, I'd pressed the stopper against her pussylips, pinning her back against the headboard. I smiled evilly at her when her eyes widened. 

"Who's old?" I whispered, nuzzling the stopper against her lips. "Hmmm?" 

"I... I..." 

I pressed a little harder. "I'm waiting. It ain't long before this thing pops, you know." 

She almost seemed too shocked to speak, as if afraid that the champagne stopper would shoot through her pussy and out the back of her skull when it went. I teased it against her lips some more. 

"Not you," she finally said, still wide-eyed. "You're not old." 

"Damn right," I muttered, pulling the top off and smirking as I turned the bottle upside down to demonstrate it was in fact empty. Her eyes went even wider. 

"Motherfucker..." she whispered. "You scared the living shit out of me. Why are you carrying around an empty bottle like that?" 

I shrugged. "I figured we'd fill it with something as a memento of our time together. I have another one for you as well." 

Her eyes softened and she sighed. "You crazy bastard, I was all kinds of shocked and a little scared." 

"Oh, I'd never do anything to hurt you, I love you," I said gently, pressing the bottle's mouth against her pussylips and teasing it gently, just parting them. "Perfectly willing to scare you, though." 

She flopped back on the bed. "I think I'll take that drink now." 

I laughed and went back to the table to retrieve the absinthe. I made two Deaths and joined her on the bed. She sipped it experimentally, almost making a face. 

"Jesus," she exclaimed. "I knew absinthe tasted like anise or licorice, but that really strong." 

"That's why it's so dangerous," I said, sipping mine. "You can't taste the alcohol, at it tends to be about a hundred and seventy-proof on average." 

"So the stories about people hallucinating are bullshit," she mused. "By the time you could have ingested enough of that thujone stuff, you'd be dead from alcohol poisoning." 

I nodded and clinked my champagne flute against hers. We drank again and she finished her glass off, concluding that she liked the concoction. 

"Maybe, but we should also eat." I pointed out. "I don't want you drinking on an empty stomach. Then you'll pass out and I won't be able to take advantage of you." 

"Oh, I wouldn't mind if you fucked me in my sleep," she said, waving dismissively. "Wouldn't be the first time, just the first time a guy's done it." 

I laughed and pulled her to me. We kissed and rolled around on the bed for a while, whispering loving words to one another. Finally we decided to ask the front desk where would be a good place to eat nearby, so we got dressed and went downstairs. It turned out there was a Thai restaurant not far away and their food was excellent. We headed in the direction indicated. The food was indeed excellent. The decor of the place was also lovely and I took several pictures of Janie wearing one of the tall, pointed golden crowns you see on dancers in Thailand. 

Maybe two hours later we returned to the hotel, with bellies full of curried and chili'd beefs and basil chicken. We'd had a few Thai beers and Janie was feeling pleasantly buzzed. She leaned against me in the elevator, smiling up at me. 

"We've got all week for strip clubs," she mentioned. "Tonight, let's stay in and christen that room real good. I want you to fuck me everywhere in it." 

I turned my head to look at the middle-aged woman in the elevator who Janie seemed to have forgotten about. She looked back and me and smiled. Clearly she wasn't too horrified by my partner's language. 

Which was just as well, because Janie chose that moment to pull my face down to hers and kiss me rather sloppily while pressing her body to mine. If there'd been a rhino horn on her crotch I would have been impaled on it. She got off on the twelth floor and we continued on to our floor uninterrupted. Doubtless we were putting on a good show for the elevator security cam, because Janie could barely keep her clothes on. 

She had already removed her top by the time I pressed our keycard to the lock on our room and she pulled me inside. She kissed me greedily as she pulled my shirt off me and then her bra. Her breasts squashed to my chest while I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom, her legs around my waist. If was getting dark outside finally, the lights of the city now illuminating our window. I put her down on the windowsill and she stripped off her pants while watching me. I made another Death in The Afternoon for each of us and she drank it without hesitation. 

"Mmmm, look how wet my panties are already," she purred, spreading her legs to show me the dark spot that was decorating the front of the purple panties. "I get really fucking horny when I'm shit-faced, so get me good and drunk and we'll go wild, okay?" 

She took another sip of her drink and beckoned me to her. I drew my body into hers and kissed her deeply. She moaned languidly, passing absinthe and champagne from her mouth into mine. As she did so, she fumbled with my pants, unbuckling my belt and then allowing my pants to fall. I stepped out of them and was now clad only in my boxers, my hardening cock pressing to her wet panties. 

"Mmmmm, gimme that cock..." she said, getting off the windowsill and sinking to her knees. She pulled down my boxers and took my stiff shaft in her hands. She swirled her tongue around the head and put it back in her mouth, humming. Clearly alcohol did away with any reservations she had, because she slipped lower than before down its length before starting to bob back and forth. She fondled my balls while she sucked on me and I held her head gently. 

Granted, she didn't exactly know what she was doing, but it was my Janie and it thrilled me to have her mouth on my dick. She squeezed and pumped her hand gently, rolling her tongue around the head when she'd pulled back before sliding her lips back down again. She moaned as her fingers snaked inside her panties and fingered her pussy. Her lovely alabaster skin took on a flushed tone as she grew warmer and wetter. 

"Nnnn, the phones..." she murmured. "Need the phones to put Hannah in her place." 

I reluctantly detached myself from her mouth and stepped across the room to retrieve the phones while she stripped out of her panties and tossed them aside. She sat herself up on the windowsill, the marble warmed by the afternoon and evening sun. She looked at me expectantly as I returned, her legs slightly parted. I stopped and opened another bottle of the champagne, passing it to her. Without hesitation, she drank directly from the bottle before passing it to me. I took a stiff pull as I handed her phone to her while I stood between her legs. I placed the bottle beside her on the windowsill and gently pushed her back onto her elbows, legs still dangling over the side. 

"Gonna fuck me here in the window?" she said in a husky voice, her blue eyes smouldering with desire. I responded by lifting her legs and puling them apart, pressing my swollen cockhead against her gooey, pliant netherlips. 

We both groaned as I slid inside her slowly, her pussy taking me within its tight confines. She sucked in her breath and squeezed herself around me. I was finally pushed in to the hilt and we stared at one another for several moments before she took another swig from the bottle. I began moving back and forth, still holding her legs apart, her body jiggling at my thrusts. She moaned softly as I fucked her, picking up one of the phones and beginning to record us moving together in rhythm. 

She pointed the camera at my face and then trailed it down to our middles, where she filmed my cock sliding in and out of her, then up her body to her own face, leaving no doubt as the veracity of the identity of the people fucking. She then put the phone down and picked up mine, repeating the process for posterity. 




Twin Cities Tryst Ch. 03



Just A Little Note: This chapter begins with a bizarre happening. It won't be for everyone. Skip to the first chapter break in order to avoid it and catch up later if you're that type of person. If you're the sort of dingbat who rants in reviews because you saw something you didn't like in a story but say nothing about the writing, I'll delete the review to spare everyone else your waste of their time. I'm just saying... 

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Chapter 3- I Can't Believe You Did That! 

I felt Janie stir and moan. It wasn't a pleasant 'morning after a night of sex' moan either. It was a lament of misery, the vilification of a cruel universe that took no pity on its infinitesimal inhabitants. I could feel the aura of pain surrounding her. 

"Is a threnody in order?" I asked, slowly sitting up in bed. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh..." warbled the piteous mass hiding under the blankets, refusing to greet Creation. "I don't what that is... fuuuuuuuck..." 

I waited in silence while the mass twitched and squirmed slowly next to me. Finally, though, a face emerged from tangle of sheets- the hair was a tangled mess, the skin deathly pale and the eyes bleary and red. I had always found Janie beautiful, but right now, she was kind of repulsive. 

"Bathroom..." she whispered. "Get me to the fucking bathroom..." 

I smiled and without another word, lifted her gently and carried her into our sumptuous bathroom, depositing her on her knees in front of the porcelain altar. Her entire body was pale, covered in sweat and she had a weird lemony scent to her. 

"Uhhhhhh, Michael..." she groaned. "Why did you let me drink so much?" 

"We didn't drink that much, don't try to pin this on me," I laughed. "I guess you didn't eat enough." 

"Gnnnnn, motherfucker, we had four bottles of champagne, absinthe, spent all our time in jacuzzi and... and..." 

Wait for it... 

"BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" 

I was kneeling beside her, smirking. "Sorry, darling, I didn't quite get that. Would you repeat what you said, please?" 

"Fuck yAAAAAAGGGGGH!!" 

"Oh dear," I sighed, stroking her back gently while her body underwent its peristaltic spasms. "You must be freezing, let me get you something to warm yourself." 

I left Janie at the toilet bowl for a moment, retrieving a large, plush towel, along with my cellphone. I placed the towel over her back to warm her and waited patiently. I looked at my phone. Holy crap, it wasn't even seven am yet. 

"BLARRRRRRRRRRRGH!!" 

Boy, when Janie was hungover and sick, she went balls to the wall. This wasn't by any means the first time I'd kept a friend in hangover distress company, so I just waited patiently. "You want some music? I've got Amon Amarth and Manowar handy." 

"BLAHHHHHHH! Oh, fuck you and all your heavy metal glory! BLARRRRRRGH!!" 

"I think my iPod is in my pack, there should be a playlist called 'Music To Honk By' on there." 

"BLARRRRRFFFFF!!" 

It wasn't a resounding 'no' or rejection of my idea, but I ultimately decided against music because her voice was still rather weak and I might not be able to hear her speak between heaves if necessary. Not that she was saying anything too important, outside of vilifying me and my role in her current agony. 

"The towel..." she rasped, almost in a panic. "Get the fucking towel off me, it's like needles on my skin, oh Jesus! Get it BLAHHHHHHH!!" 

I shrugged and removed the towel readily. I suppose being cold was preferable to death by a thousand pinpricks. 

"My hair..." Janie pleaded. "Hold my hair so I don't puke in it..." 

I readily complied and also gently massaged her lower back. I felt somewhat awkward in this position (I could see her puke) and decided to change locations. So keeping her hair in my hand, I shuffled around and knelt behind her. I felt this was more productive, since I could now support her body, keeping her braced at the toilet. The fact that her lovely ass was now pressed to me was something of a bonus. 

And I wasn't exactly sure why, but her pussy seemed to still be gooey and wet. This, of course, had a predictable effect on my anatomy. She didn't seem to notice as my cock grew hard, resting against her moist tunnel and between her ass cheeks. 

An evil smile crossed my face and I gently slid my tool into her womanhood, which yielded before it easily. 

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in confusion. "Are you fucking me while I BLAHHHHHHH!!" 

I shuddered in shock and delight. Her pussy clenched and rippled around me tighter than I could have imagined as she honked. I remember a girl sneezing once while I was inside her and it tightened her up so much I would have popped out of her if she hadn't been sitting on me. This was the same, but it went on as long as her diaphragm contractions did. 

"Jesus!" she wailed while I held her hair. "I can't believe you would- "GLAHHHHHHH!!" 

"Actually, it feels really good," I mentioned as I began stroking back and forth now that I was getting the measure of the contractions. "You clench so tight, I'm gonna cum really hard, for sure." 

"Motherfucker!" she groaned. "I'm gonna kKYAAAAAAHHHHH!!" 

"You'll be fine," I panted as I thrust in and out of her, watching as my cock split her lips and plunged deep into her inner pink. "Maybe the orgasm endorphins will help you." 

"You're the one who's gonna cum, fucker, not mAAAAAAGH!!" 

"Well, of course you won't if you're negative about it." I said simply, still holding her hair but now filming with my cellphone in my other hand. I was careful to only film her from the waist and ass down, so the camera couldn't see she was parked at the toilet. It was an amazing video, my hips thrusting, my cock opening her pussy like a sticky blossom... 

"BLAHHHHHHHH!!" 

Damn. Maybe I could edit the sound out of that video. It kind of lost its charm at that moment. 

"Thanks, you just ruined a perfectly good video." I said dryly. 

"YOU'RE FILMING THIS?!" she cried out in horror. 

"Well, not anymore," I replied, putting my phone down. "Where's your sense of cinema?" I resumed thrusting back and forth strongly, her body bumping against the porcelain rim. She grunted and gasped and moaned, although in pain or pleasure I could not readily tell. 

"BLAAAARRRRRRFFFFF!!" 

Pain, obviously. I felt bad for her. That last contraction, though, had felt really really good for me and I felt the tingling building up in my body. I pressed inside her harder and stroked back and forth quickly. The warm, wet heat of climax was spreading through me as bliss approached. 

"Oh, yes, Janie," I moaned. "Got one more in you?" 

"YARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!" 

I shuddered as I came, deep inside her pussy. She clenched and gripped around me almost mercilessly. I reached under and massaged and groped her breasts, which were cold from being pressed to the merciless white bowl. She squirmed and writhed in my grip, her churning adding to my incredible pleasure as I continued to cum. 

I was finished cumming but I kept thrusting, my cock still hard inside her. Hoping to pass off some of my leftover bliss to her poor, tormented body, I caressed her thighs and massaged her lower back while I continued fucking her. She was almost like a dead thing in front of me. 

Finally, though, she shivered and stretched, letting out a low, loud sigh. I was relieved that orgasm had taken over and her retching had stopped. 

"BLAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" 

Okay, maybe not. 

She finally collapsed on her side on the plush rug, popping off my cock and laying there, shuddering. I let her be for a moment while trying to figure out what to do. I finally decided to shower us, perhaps that would make her feel more human. 

So with my still-erect member pointing the way, I stood and went to the shower, turning on both the heads and bringing them up to a great pressure and heat. Janie protested as I picked her up off the ground, but did not resist. I carried her into the shower and sat down, my back against the wall and put her in my lap, facing me. The showerheads bombarded us with hot water, which I hoped would ease the pains she felt. 

She held onto me feebly, like a rag doll in my arms. She moaned ever so quietly. I caressed her body and kissed her, whispering that I loved her. My cock was still erect and pressed up between our stomachs. She squirmed her hips around until I got the message. I adjusted our bodies and put myself back inside her. She sighed and said nothing, just letting the water do its work. 

Had to give the hotel credit for its plumbing, because half an hour later, the water was still hot. She finally looked up at me, her eyes still red and bleary, wet hair clinging to her face and shoulders, skin still creepy Ring-girl pale. But she smiled feebly. 

"I can't believe you fucked me while I was puking," she whispered. "That's so rapey." 

I chuckled. "You're the only girl I'd do that to." 

"The only girl?" she asked, looking skeptical. 

"Well, maybe two others, including Cait and Anita." I admitted. "But they wouldn't mind afterward." 

She sighed and pressed her face to my shoulder. "It's a good thing I know your sense of humour or I'd think you were a total sociopath. Gawd, I feel like shit." 

"What, the orgasm didn't help?" I asked. 

She raised her head and gave me a look. "Why haven't I killed you yet?" 

"Because you're in love with me for the next five days and I'm pretty indestructible." I replied. "Besides, don't deny that you had an orgasm, I know how you orgasm now." 

"Okay, I did," she allowed. "And maybe it took the edge off. But Michaaaaaael, I still feel like shiiiiiiiiit. This can't happen on our vacation..." 

"I'm working on it, I promise." I said gently. "Hold still..." 

I gently took her face and smiled into it. With my fingers I coaxed her mouth to open, which she did willingly. 

The I tilted her head back and water from the showerheads flooded into her mouth. She gagged and thrashed for a moment before spitting it out and scowling at me with those miserable red eyes. 

"That was your solution?" she demanded. 

"Your breath is awful," I replied. "I just wanted an temporary fix while the real solution got here." 

"Drowning me is not a temporary fix, you bastard..." she hissed, trying to push off my lap, but I held her firmly. She couldn't contest my strength in her weakened condition and ended up just staying pinned to me, my cock still deep inside her. She sighed forlornly. 

"It's like Stockholm Syndrome," she murmured. "Being in love with you could kill me." 

Another half hour and the water was starting to cool. I gently lifted her and turned off the heads. Grabbing towels as I went by, I carried Janie to our bed and laid her on one of them and patted her down gently with the other. Then I pulled the covers over us and caressed her gently, whispering to her about how we loved one another until the room service phone beeped. Janie whimpered at the sharp noise and I reminded myself to put it on the vibrate function or at least turn it down. 

"Hi, Michael," Erika said cheerfully. "Just wanted you to know that we have your special request ready. Quite a night, I take it?" 

"For one of us, at least," I replied. "Could you please have someone bring it up? I'm tending to my patient." 

"I can do that." Erika replied. "See you in five minutes. Do you need more champagne, by the way?" 

"Yes, three more if at all possible." I confirmed. "Thank you, see you in five." 

I hung up the phone and stood up. "Erika's on her way up with your hangover remedy, my love," I declared as I put on my robe. "You stay there." 

"No problem." Janie said miserably, sinking beneath the covers again. I went to the window and opened the curtains, allowing morning light to spill into the room. She might protest initially, but it would help kickstart her metabolism once I got her going. Tradition dictated that we let her sleep off the hangover, but Janie and I had way too much fun planned, so I wasn't about to let biology get in the way. 

A knock at the door indicated Erika had arrived. She was certainly punctual. I opened the door and she smiled at me, holding a small box of goodies. 

"Wow, nice robe," she remarked, checking out my attire. This morning I was wearing the black robe with the silver cranes. Damn right I looked splendid. "Is that silk?" 

"Yup, from China." I said, nodding. "Janie, Erika's here with the answer to your woes." 

"Hi, Erkia..." came a feeble voice from the bedroom. 

The advocate giggled. "Poor thing. Does this really work?" 

"It sure does, I learned the trick from Russians." I said. "Want to see it in action?" 

She thought about that. "If it isn't an intrusion and doesn't take long," she answered. I gestured for her to enter and she followed me to the bed, where she saw the lump cowering under the covers. 

"Oh, you poor dear," Erika said sympathetically. "Did the big bad man get you drunk?" 

"Nnnnn, he fucked me while I was puking." Janie moaned. 

Erika turned her head to look at me, eyebrow raised. I shrugged and nodded and it took all her willpower not to begin laughing. 

"Alright, get out here so I can fix you up." I said. 

There was a petulant grunt from beneath the covers. 

"I'd hate to have to use all these VIP passes to those exclusive clubs all by myself." I reasoned. 

There was silence followed by a resigned groan. Janie finally emerged from beneath the covers and sat up wearily, like a ninety year-old woman. She clearly didn't care if Erika saw her breasts and Erika didn't even blink. Doubtless, dealing with rappers and rock bands, she'd seen plenty of this before. 

I took the small box from Erika while she put down the champagne bottles and opened it. Inside were four mason jars, closed tight and filled with a greenish liquid. I took one out and held it up for inspection. 

"The hell's that?" Janie said, frowning. 

"Pickle brine." I replied. "Ultimate hangover cure that doesn't involve getting drunk again." 

"Oh, fuckin' ew..." my lover protested, making a face. 

"It works quickly and it's better than a hangover." I pointed out. "Not like you can taste anything at the moment anyway, right?" 

"So, what, I just drink back that whole jar?" she asked. 

I nodded. "If you want, I'll drink one along with you, just to prove its safe." 

"This outghta be interesting." Erika mused, watching. 

Janie took the jar, looked at it and then squinted up at me suspiciously. "This isn't some weird scheme of yours to knock me out so you can get all rapey, is it?" 

I shrugged. "Drink the drink, find out." 

She sighed and then looked down at the jar. She twisted the cap but it didn't budge. She tried again, to no avail. Finally, she just hung her head and held the jar out to me, clearly defeated. I chuckled and popped it open easily, handing it back. 

"You loosened it for me." I assured her. 

"Yeah, right, fuck you." Janie muttered. She looked down into the jar and then brought her nose close to give it a sniff, recoiling immediately. 

"Agh!" she spat. "It smells like a granny's panties!" 

"I don't want to know why you know that." I replied, toasting her and Erika with my jar before knocking it back, draining the contents in one swig. It was every bit as awful as I remembered it to be, but I wouldn't have a hangover on credit for weeks now. 

Janie watched me drain my portion, drew a deep breath and steeled herself. She then pressed the jar to her lips and tilted her head back, draining it quickly. She didn't quite swallow it all, though, some stuck in her mouth, bulging in her cheeks and her body immediately rebelled at the vile taste. She squeezed her eyes shut and flapped her arms in a cute fit of panic. With huge effort, she swallowed the last of the brine and that gasped loudly, her eyes wide as dinner plates. She whirled and flopped on the bed on her front, squealing into the pillows and beating her fists against them. 

"Shouldn't you be recording this?" Erika asked. 

"My phone's still in the bathroom," I admitted. "Kinda used it to film myself doing her while she was honking." 

Erika's eyes widened for a moment but then she began giggling almost uncontrollably. Janie didn't notice, seemingly still in the throes of death over on the bed. Her butt jiggled as she assaulted the pillows and sheets in outrage. Finally, though, the tantrum, spasm or seizure or whatever it was seemed to pass and she lay still, face down into the bed, barely moving. 

"Feel better now?" I asked, trying not to laugh. She turned her head slowly and stared at me, eyes wide and looking very blank. 

"Ffffffffuck..." was all she managed to say. 

"There, not so bad, was it?" I suggested. "You're still alive and I'll bet your hangover is gone too." 

"That really works, huh?" Erika mused, still looking at Janie. "Pickle juice?" 

'Well, pickle brine in this case, but pickle juice isn't bad," I replied. "Kills the toxins built up in your system, restores electrolytes and works really damn fast. If it's good enough for Russians, it's good enough for me." 

"I'll keep it in mind," the advocate said. "I should be going, thank you for a most entertaining start to my day. I hope you guys enjoy yours. See you around." 

And with that, she let herself out. I disrobed and sat on the bed next to Janie, who was still staring off into the distance blankly. I reached over and caressed her damp hair gently. The first time was always traumatic. If I were a nicer person, I might have warned her. 

Nah, that was hilarious. 

"God, I hate you right now." Janie murmured finally. 

"For curing your hangover?" I asked casually. 

"Because that was awful and you make it look like fucking nothing. Your whole indestructible Viking god of battle thing is so sexy, but then it's also really annoying too. You're really annoying when you're right." 

"I didn't say anything," I protested lightly. "It's not like I rubbed your nose in it about being right." 

"That's why you're annoying," she groused, turning over on her back and scowling at the ceiling. "Because you don't say it or act smug about it and yet somehow it's the most obvious thing in the world, it's an aura or some shit." 

"I didn't know you saw auras." I said, sounding interested, even if I was only trolling her. 

"What are the odds of you just for once shutting the fuck up and coming down here and kissing me?" she growled. 

"Brush your teeth," I replied firmly. "You probably taste like pickle brine and vomit." 

She shot me a look and then got out of the bed, sighing, clearly beshat upon by all of reality. She walked into the bathroom and the sink was running for some time, followed by mouthwashing and spitting noises. Gurgling seemed to wrap the show up and she came back in, crawling onto the bed and snuggling her naked body to me, sighing. 

"Thank you for the whole hangover cure thing," she said softly. "I feel a million times better now. Is it really that good a cure?" 

"Is your body sore?" I asked. "Like your muscles?" 

"Hm, not as much as I would expect after all that puking." Janie determined. "My stomach's usually a lot more sore from hangover pukes." 

I chuckled. "That's endorphins talking. That isn't the pickle juice, that's endorphins from your orgasm when I fucked you while you were busy worshipping at the porcelain altar." 

She looked up at me for several moments before sighing and then snuggling her head back against my chest. 

"Still don't know how that wasn't rapey," she muttered. "Than again, I told you that you could fuck me in my sleep any time you liked, didn't I? And I didn't really object, I was just more in shock than anything." 

"Well, I promise to not fuck you while you're puking again without permission." I declared, holding up my hand. "For the record, it felt really good, though. Y'know, when your pussy clenched and all." 




Twin Cities Tryst Ch. 03



She giggled and patted my chest. "Well, I'm glad I felt good for the man I love so much." 

I nodded. "And she brought more champagne, so we can get fucked up again." 

Janie's eyes almost lit up as she looked at me. "Awesome!" 

*** 

My lovely lesbian partner was feeling sufficiently chipper and in good spirits to the place where I fixed us each another Death In The Afternoon before we went downstairs to the restaurant on the main floor for the complimentary breakfast. 

Know what else was comlimentary? The mimosas that went with breakfast. Janie was going through mimosas like a fat kid went through cupcakes. I warned her to make sure she ate enough to counteract or at least retard the alcohol, along with lots of water and strong coffee. She wasn't drunk, but she had a cheerful buzz by the time we left the hotel to go and find fun. 

"What shall we do?" she asked as we walked, her arm laced through mine and her head on my shoulder. "We should find something naughty to do, don't want to keep it all confined to the hotel room, right?" 

I nodded. "I'm sure the two of us can think of something naughty to do on a sultry August morning." 

"Oh, I know!" she said suddenly, looking excited. "Sex World!" 

I raised my eyebrow at her, awaiting the explanation I was due. 

"It's a big ol' sex shop just about two blocks over from here. Massive place, has everything, even a wing devoted to peep shows and stuff. There's a mechanical bull shaped like a cock to ride, everything's in sections..." 

"Sounds good, except for the giant mechanical cock." I declared. "Lead the way." 

As we walked, she began to ponder something. "But is it really naughty? I mean, visiting a sex shop is hardly a big deal any more." 

A wicked smile played across my face before I leaned down and whispered a suggestion in her ear. Her eyes went wide and then she giggled in delight, nodding eagerly. "Yesssss! Perfect! Let's do it!" 

And off to Sex World we went. 

*** 

We were wandering around the cavernous emporium of carnal delights, her arm still threaded through mine. The place was quite sizeable, with every single sexual concept having its own designated area- pornographic movies were in one section, sex lubes and massage lotions in another, not far from the dildos and strap-ons. Fetish items like ball gags and nipple clamps and so on were in another area, not far from a large array of costumes and BDSM wear. They even had a section for merkins. 

There was indeed a different wing through a small entrance and it had several peep shows going on. Past the peep shows were the washrooms and Janie said she had to visit the ladies room. She hugged me close, looking up into my eyes lovingly, her lips almost touching mine and whispering that she loved me. 

While she was gone, I continued walking around, browsing the massage oil goods, found one I thought she'd like and brought it up to the counter. Behind the counter were two guys and a girl, all of whom were looking at me rather intently. 

"That gonna all tonight?" the black guy asked as he scanned the bottle of lotion. 

"No, there'll be more, I just want this one to be a surprise for her, since it's the last bottle of that scent." I replied. "She's gonna love it." 

The man nodded but I could tell he wanted to say something. Finally he broke and asked his question. "When she was huggin' you before headin' to the bathroom, did she really whisper 'I love you, daddy' to you?" 

I smiled and nodded. "She's my baby girl. I brought her into town for a week to enjoy all the strip clubs, she loves girls." 

"An' you." 

I had smirk on my face. "I love my baby girl." 

"Man, I don' know how I feel about that," he said in confusion. "It's messin' with my head." 

"Oh, be nice!" the girl now said, elbowing the large man out of the way and finishing the transaction for me. "Your daughter's lovely, sir, and you make a cute pair." 

"Well, thank you for saying so." I replied cheerfully. The white guy behind the counter was grinning while the first man I'd dealt with was now laughing and shaking his head. "Nice to meet people who aren't so uptight, you know?" 

Seconds later, Janie came wiggling up to the counter, a big grin on her face. 

"Hi, daddy!" she chirped, hugging me and them pulling my face down by my cheeks and giving me a quick but full kiss on the lips. "Miss me?" 

"Every second without you was agony, darling," I replied, putting my arm around her and leading her off to another section. "Let's find you some goodies, shall we?" 

I know the three behind the counter were all staring at our retreating backs, but I could also feel other eyes on us as well, people who looked over when Janie had called me 'daddy'. It was hard to not keep an evil grin off my face. We walked over to the lubes and oils section, which she seemed intent on. 

"Everyone's watching us," she said quietly. "They're def wondering." 

"Well, not everyone is watching," I pointed out. "But a goodly amount of them are. We're both blonde and blue-eyed, so we look enough alike that you could be my daughter." 

"And you're old enough to be my daddy." Janie quipped, sticking out her tongue at me. She squeaked loudly as I pinched her bum through her loose black skirt, causing people to look again, including the attendants behind the counter. 

"Daddy!" she hissed, swatting my hand. 

We found some lubes, more massage oils, chocolate body paints and even edible intimates, like panties made of hard candies or some paper thin fruit roll-up material. She got a set of the hard candy panties along with some massage oils and body paints. A small detour over to the costumes section netted us an abbreviated red schoolgirl skirt, a white blouse and white stockings. Once we had everything, we went back to the counter and made our purchase. Janie hugged me close again, rubbing her nose against mine and whispering 'I love you, daddy' through a light kiss. 

"Okay," the girl behind the counter sighed. "You guys watch the store, I'm gonna go masturbate furiously in the bathroom." 

We laughed and exited the store, continuing our walk around the downtown core. We stopped for coffee, continuing our daddy-daughter roleplay, with just enough sexuality to raise the eyebrows of anyone who was eavesdropping. We didn't overdo it, but the way she would look at me and trace her fingernails over my hand and up my wrist would make them wonder. 

"What about tonight?" she asked, sipping her drink. "Lots of clubs to visit." 

"Thought we'd start out with that burlesque club we got the pass for," I replied, squeezing her hand. "Classy, naughty and entertaining. And it doesn't even open until seven, so we have lots of time." 

"Me likey," she said, nodding. "I brought a classy outfit or two, we can do that. So what until then?" 

"What about the jacuzzi?" I suggested. "We've only used it once, after all." 

"Ooh, daddy," she cooed, smiling slyly. "Got plans for your little girl?" 

"Damn right," I said, nodding. "Take you back to the hotel, give you a thorough massage with your new oils and then show you how much I love you in the hot tub." 

"Then we're really wasting time, here," Janie breathed, her voice having a new undertone of urgency. "Back we go and you can begin spoiling your little girl." 

The eyebrows of the two soccer moms sitting at the little table next to us were raised as we left. Janie was giggling while we walked down the street. 

"Those women were so confused and offended," she snickered. "Serves 'em right, fuck soccer moms." 

"I do, occasionally," I said, shrugging. "They're not all bad." 

"Oh, bullshit," Janie snorted. "You weren't watching. "Both of them paid for their lattes by scanning their phones. How basic can you get?" 

"Alright, I agree with you." I laughed. "But I still like fucking them occasionally." 

"Me too." Janie said, winking. 

*** 

Janie moaned in contentment as she lay on our bed, positioned on a towel on her stomach. My hands wandered over her glistening skin, rubbing the massage oil into her. Everything about her was so attractive and thrilling to me right now. I massaged her neck slowly and she cooed in bliss. 

With practiced patience I worked my way down her body, hitting every single spot she loved to have touched. My hands arrived at her behind and I gripped them gently but firmly, massaging them in circles and pulling them apart slightly. 

She giggled at the tickle as I poured oil from the bottle over her butt cheeks and down between the them, the cleft now shining slippery with the scented oil. She shivered slightly as I pressed a finger to her puckered knot, rubbing it very gently before moving down over the tender ridge of flesh between it and her pussy. 

"Mmmmm, you're going to fuck me in the ass at some point, right?" she purred. "You'd be my first." 

"Happy to be the first man to do so," I replied, smiling as my fingers gently undulated against her little rose and her netherlips. "How you feeling?" 

"Mmmmmm, heavenly..." she sighed. "You're a god at this." 

"And this is just the warmup to your true bliss," I reminded her. "When the massage is done, I'm going to make you cum." 

"And that's why I'm in love with you," Janie mumbled, clearly relaxed. "Because you make me feel so loved and looked after. Even if you're vaguely rapey on occasion..." 

I chuckled as I continued massaging her, making my way down her legs slowly, thumbs and the heel of my palms getting deep into her muscles, loosening them up wonderously. I massaged her feet and each individual toe, causing her to groan in pleasure and splay the toes, a sure sign I was hitting her sweet spots. 

"Is massaging my toes supposed to make me completely wet and horny or have you somehow rewired me, you perv?" she giggled. 

"It's reflexology at work, if you believe that sort of thing, darling." I answered. 

"I sure do now," she said lazily. "God, I could cum just from having you finger-fuck my toes like this. I may have to hand in my lesbian card by the end of the week and just become a michaelsexual." 

"Would that make me heterojanieous?" I quipped, enjoying myself. She giggled again and turned over, presenting me with her front. She looked at me through dreamy, heavily-lidded eyes as I began oiling her shins and working my way slowly up her body. She caressed her breasts lazily as I kneaded her thighs and hips, teasing her by avoid her pussy by fractions of an inch. 

I slowly massaged her tummy in gentle circles and her sides, moving my way up to her breasts. I pressed on them with the flat of my palms and repeated the circlular motions, thrilled by her response when she moaned and stretched her body under my touch. I gave the nipples very gentle pinches, even pulling on them a little and she trembled. 

"God damn you for being a man..." she sighed. 

My hands wandered slowly up over her collarbone and shoulders, loosening her up and then her neck again, gently cupping my hands behind her and massaging right below her Atlas. She groaned and almost melted at my touch. 

"Don't care if you're a man..." Janie murmured almost too quietly to be heard. "Fucking marry me..." 

I massaged her neck for a few more minutes and then slowly moved down the bed while she relaxed. Putting a towel beneath myself, I slowly and gently parted her legs, positioning myself between them. Leaning down, I placed gentle kisses on the mound of her pussy, making her moan. The scented oil, green apple, smelled delightful on her skin. Slowly I pressed my tongue against her slick lips, snaking it up and down. 

Janie sighed and spread her legs wider, bending them at the knees. Her hands reached down and pulled her thick pussylips apart, displaying her to me. She was definitely wet and aroused. Her clit peeked out from beneath its hood, beckoning for my kisses. I complied, pressing my lips to her tiny bud, kissing it lovingly. She shuddered and squirmed her hips against my face. I loved Janie's taste on my tongue, pushing between her netherlips and inside her wet pink. 

I held her thighs gently as I massaged her pussy with my tongue or lapped at her clit. Janie groaned and writhed as I tongue-fucked her. She released her pussylips and clasped my head, squirming her hips into my face. Her natural scent and taste was mixing with the edible green apple massage oil and I could only describe it as intoxicating. 

"Fuck, Michael!" she gasped. "Oh, fuckfuckfuck, yes, baby..." 

I pushed my tongue further inside her, snaking it around her fluttering walls. She hissed through her teeth, her whole body beginning to writhe in response to my pleasuring. The squirming was becoming less deliberate and rhythmic, taking on a note of almost uncontrolled urgency. She was wanting to cum, and hard. 

"Oh God," Janie hissed as my hands glided up her body and came to rest on her tits, squeezing them firmly and then pinching the nipples. "Ohmygod, fuck..." 

Her torso bent up, her fingers flexing against my head and her ankles now digging into my lower back. The panting grew louder, her body warmer and more slick with each passing moment. I pushed harder inside her and almost mauled her breasts as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She whimpered and struggled to hold on... 

Then she threw herself back against the bed, pushing her hips up desperately against my face while her back arched. She gnashed her teeth and wailed loudly as she came, bathing my face in her sticky essence. She moaned and wailed unashamedly, not caring if the whole hotel could hear her. Her body shuddered and thrashed madly while the orgasm crashed over her. 

Finally, she collapsed back on the bed, trembling and chest heaving. Her glazed eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling, her hips still undulating slowly against my mouth, working the last tendrils of pleasure out of her system. Several minutes later, she sighed, a sound of sheer bliss and rapture. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, dear fuck..." she breathed. "Oh, Michael... why can't you be a lesbian?" 

I smiled at her. "I've sworn for many years now that I'm a lipstick lesbian trapped in a Klingon's body." 

She giggled. "That's close enough for now. How you make me feel..." 

I crawled up her body and gently lay on top of her. We kissed deeply, her body melding beneath mine. My erect cock nestled against her wet pussy as our tongues tangled. She moaned in pleasure as she tasted herself on my tongue. 

"Mmmm..." she purred. "My turn to massage you and then I'll suck your cock..." 

I let her out from beneath me and she gently placed me on the towels on my stomach. She found a scented oil she wanted to rub into me and drizzled it onto my upper back, spreading it around with the palms of her hands. She then used her fingers to massage it into my neck and shoulders. My muscles began to relax as she worked them slowly. 

Janie worked her way down my back, fingers and palms caressing and exploring my form. She took lots of time to tend to each spot on my body, all the way down to my toes as I had done with her. She then turned me over and began working her way back up, finally massaging my neck slowly and with great care. Her body pressed to mine, causing a stir in my loins. She giggled as she felt my cock swell against her. 

"Easy, big boy," she said softly. "You'll get some lovin' soon enough..." 

When she was done massaging me, she slowly moved down between my legs, kneeling and stroking my swollen but still limp member with her hand. She smiled up at me and winked. 

"So I watched some videos about giving a guy oral," she mentioned as she took the shaft in her hand and began moving her hand up and down its length. "Apparently you're supposed to maintain eye contact with your fella, it's highly stimulating. Is that true?" 

"It certainly is for me," I said, nodding. "I love seeing her face while she sucks on me." 

"Eye contact it is." Janie declared, smiling at me wickedly. She kissed me shaft and slid her tongue around my cockhead, all the while looking up my body at me. My cock grew hard quickly and she nodded in satisfaction at her handywork. 

"Now remember," she said quietly, staring at my hardness. "I'm a lesbian, so don't expect any miracles here..." 

She slowly took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. I forgave her for closing her eyes while she concentrated on the task at hand (so to speak). Eventually, she worked her mouth part way down the shaft, feeling me inside her mouth. Warm, wet and very pleasant, her mouth felt wonderful around me. I stroked her hair and caressed her cheeks softly. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me, her hand stroking up and down the part of my shaft not in her mouth. 

"I have to say, Michael..." she said as her mouth left my cock and her hand pumped along my length to occupy me while she talked. "Never thought I'd enjoy sucking a dick, but since it's yours, I'm really enjoying myself. It's actually pretty cool. Makes me wonder if woman evolved their mouth glands to give a guy oral pleasure. I'll bet that's the case." 

"Nice hypothesis," I chuckled, watching as her thumb pressed on the top of my cockhead with light pressure when she moved up and down. She really had been watching videos. "I will endorse it as long as we keep expriementing until such time as we can conclusively prove it to be true. Some theories require countless controlled tests, after all." 

She giggled and kissed my pulsing head before putting it back in her mouth and moving her lips farther still down my shaft. I smiled and let her continue with her new Nobel-winning scientific theory. 

Just wait til she got her prize. 

We both knew she wouldnt make it all the way down and she couldn't deep-throat me, but it was a lovely effort she was making. She bobbed up and down, the seal of her lips perfect. She breathed through her nose and hummed around my cock, the buzzing sending shivers through me. Janie may have been a amateur, but I already knew she was going to make me cum, and hard. 

Watching her move her mouth up and down my shaft was enthralling. Her tongue would occasionally swirl around my throbbing head and she kissed it gently while looking up at me lovingly. Sometimes she would trail her tongue up and down the underside of my cock, her eyes not leaving mine. 

She went down on me again eagerly, picking up the pace. Her hand squeezed my shaft while her mouth slid up and down me, humming and moaning. It felt so good and it was amazing to watch my lovely Janie doing it that I knew it wouldn't be long before I climaxed. My fingers knotted in her hair and my body squirmed as I tried to hold on. She was going faster and faster now, her mouth making squelching noises as she sucked me into a frenzy. 

"Oh, God," I grunted, my body almost convulsing. "I'm gonna cum, Janie." 

"Mphph!" she said in a panic, her eyes widening. "Mut im muh mouf! Mut im muh mouf!" 

"Then take your mouth off my cock, silly!" I managed to laugh as my hips bucked suddenly. She pulled her mouth off me but kept pumping with her hand eagerly, watching what would happen. I sat up and then took hold of my cock, moving her hand aside. I groaned loudly as I came, shooting a huge load across her breasts and collarbone, some of it even hitting her chin. She held still, breathing heavily as I came on her soft skin. 

I relaxed finally, laying back and the bed and releasing my grip on myself. Janie moved in again and kissed my cock gently, stroking it to milk the last of my cum out and then sucking it off the head, humming as she tasted me. 

"Your guy cum is so different," she cooed, still working her hand up and down my shaft with a gentle twisting motion. "Tastes good, though, kinda tangy, kinda salty, y'know?" 

"Not really," I breathed, still recovering. "Never tasted a guy's cum before, don't plan to." 




Twin Cities Tryst Ch. 03



"Homophobe..." she giggled, kissing and sucking on my before kneeling up and looking down at her chest, which now glistened and oozed with my pearly offering. "What am I gonna do with all this now?" 

I took her hands and pulled her up my body so she was straddling my chest. I then directed her hands to scoop my cum off her torso, bringing one up to her mouth to lick and the other down to her pussy, smearing it all over her mushy, pliant lips. She rolled her eyes as her tongue lapped my cum off her hand. 

"So inventive," she said sarcastically while wiping the corners of her mouth. "I suppose you won't kiss me while your jizz is in my mouth, right?" 

Repulsed as I might have been by the thought of my own spooge, kissing Janie was important. I wanted our every erotic moment to be perfect and exactly what she needed. Besides, she was a lesbian and willingly fucking me, right? It's not like she was trying to peg me or anything. 

I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her deeply, lovingly, secretly relieved that her mouth didn't taste funny. She melted into me, body conforming to mine easily. We were so in love, never wanting this time to end. 

We decided we needed to shower and then a quick nap before dinner and the burlesque show. We clambered in together, kissing under the showerheads while classical music played on the bathroom's speaker. She knelt between my legs and sucked on my cock again, not with the intent of making me cum, but just enjoying the new experience. She didn't mind that I didn't get too hard, but we did lie on our sides for a while, curled up in a wet soixante-neuf, with me licking her pussy while she continued working my manhood with her loving mouth. 

Finally clean, we dried one another and crawled into bed, nestled close, kissing and whispering how in love we were with one another. Sleep found us soon after, entangled in one another and dreaming of making love. 

*** 

"Mike?" Janie called out from the bathroom. 

"Yes'm?" I called back as I knotted my tie in place. I'd brought my best suit with me, in case we did anything fancy, and this burlesque gentleman's club was apparently swank enough to warrant such attire- I'd checked it out on my phone and Dita von Teese had been known to put on shows there. If it was good enough for Dita, it was probably good enough for me. 

"D'you think you're as in love with me as you could be?" she asked. 

"Well, one wants to say yes, but it would be euphoric to find out I can love you more, why?" 

"Just wondering," she said as she stepped out of the bathroom and posed for me in her outfit- she looked stunning, in a slinky black dress that lifted and showed off her cleavage. She'd done her hair up in a bun and silver jewelry accented her clothing. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. "So, whaddya think?" 

"I think I just found out that I can be even more in love with you." I answered, approaching her, still staring. I'd happily be seen anywhere with her like this. "You're completely beautiful." 

"Beautiful, hm?" she mused, leaning forward so I could see down her cleavage. "What about sexy?" 

I smiled. "I would quite happily push you up against any wall and fuck you in that dress, even if we had an audience." 

Janie laughed. "Maybe not just yet, but getting fucked in this dress does sound wonderful, yes. You looked very handsome, by the way." 

"Thanks, it a Hugo Boss." I replied as I slipped on the double-breasted jacket. 

"He made sharp-looking suits for the German Army in World War Two, he can make you look awesome too," she quipped, running a finger up my tie. "Ready to wine and dine me and then look at titties with me in a classy club?" 

I bowed and gestured to the door. "Lead on, milady..." 

*** 

The burlesque club in question was an enjoyably classy venue, unlike so many other that advertised themselves as burlesque and turned out to be just strip clubs. The review lineup was entertaining and sexy. I drank cognac and Janie was having cosmotinis. She was giggling and pleasantly buzzed when we left, the warm night envoloping us. She giggled and leaned her head against my shoulder, clasping my hands in hers. 

"Maybe no more drinking," she mused, a bit of a skip in her step. "At least not yet. Gotta be careful, since I seem to get raped when I'm hung over. Oh, who am I kidding? We did this to spend the week drunk, right? They can get us more pickle brine..." 

I laughed and pulled her tight against me, kissing the top of her head. "So what shall we do before heading back to the hotel?" 

She thought about that for a moment before smiling slyly. "Well, now that I've seen the burlesque show, I suddenly realize that I need tassles for my nipples, maybe some other accoutrements." 

"Back to Sex World?" I asked, knowing what was on her mind. She nodded and we took a short walk back to the cavernous adult shop. The male attendants we'd seen earlier was gone but the girl was still there. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw us come in but then she nodded and walking up to greet us. 

"Okay, straight up, because I've gotta know..." she said in a sotto voce tone. "Are you really her father?" 

Janie giggled and nodded her assent. "He's my loving daddy and I love him very, very much." 

To prove her point, she turned and went up on her toes to kiss my cheek. She also brought my hand subtly up to squeeze her breast. The attendant bit her lip as I pressed my lips to Janie's, kissing her firmly and deeply. 

"Love you too, baby." I murmured through the kiss. 

"Jesus," muttered the attendant. "I've alreadt frigged myself twice today. And now you're back." 

"Mmm," Janie said as she broke our kiss and smirked at the girl. "Daddy and I went to a burlesque show and I asked him to buy me some tassels for my titties. Then I'll dance for him." 

"Well, let's get you two on the go before I fucking explode," she sighed. "Anything else while you're here?" 

We walked through the aisles, coming across the novelties section- Janie giggled as we found a small box containing to large, inflatable cocks, meant to be dueled with, probably at a naughty party. She insisted we buy them and try them out. 

"It'd be nice to be able to fight back," she said quietly, just loud enough for our attendant to hear. "And your dick's always so hard when it slaps me in the face, daddy..." 

Our girl reddened considerably as Janie picked up the box. We found a few different pairs of tassels and some silky restraints and headed for the checkout. Janie insisted that I allow her to ride the giant mechanical cock and I laughed and pointed out I had a hard time saying no to her. She mounted the large, mechanical monstrosity and I pumped in the money required to activate it. With a clanking groan and a decided lurch, it whirred into action. 

"Woo!" she shouted, hanging on with one hand while waving her other in the air. Clearly it was more of a gimmick than anything, because it never got fast or rough enough to actually try and throw her off. A very drunk person might have been pitched, but Janie wasn't there yet. 

"How'm I doing, daddy?" she called gaily as she spun and reeled about. 

Several people's heads snapped around as they heard her call me, their eyes wide in amazement. Several were now stopped dead and watching her silently. I laughed and clapped while she bucked on it with abandon. Finally, though, the ride ended and the massive cock drooped and went still. She swung her leg over and hopped down, skipping over to me and giving me a kiss before rubbing her nose aganst mine and speaking just loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. 

"Fun ride, but not as good as the ride I'm gonna get from you tonight, daddy..." 

"You know it, baby." I said as I put my arm around her and led her out of the store, knowing people were still staring at us. She giggled madly as we left, squeezing my hand as we walked. It was late enough now that getting her back to the hotel for a debauched evening was probably a good idea. 

Janie and I were kissing lovingly in the elevator when the door opened on the 20th floor and Erika was standing there, waiting for it. She smiled brightly upon seeing us, showing no embarrassment whatsoever at our game of tonsil hockey. 

"Well, if it isn't my two favourite guests," she said cheerfully. "Enjoying ourselves?" 

"One could say that, yes," I answered while Janie blushed and smiled in embarrassment before wiping her mouth. "We went to that burlesque show." 

"Ah, was it everything you had expected?" she asked, holding the elevator open with her hand while we stepped out. 

"It was, thank you," Janie said. "I enjoyed myself a lot." 

"So tell me, if you don't mind my asking," Erika continued, turning to look at us from inside the elevator but using the button to hold it open. "Are you two a real couple, like, about to be married?" 

I smirked while Janie giggled. "Well, not really, though we are really good friends. We had this trip planned for a few months now, but ending up as lovers was rather spontaneous." 

"Really spontaneous," Janie added. "I'm actually a lesbian." 

Erika's eyes widened for just a moment but then she sighed and shook her head. "That actually explains a lot, I admit. Well, have a lovely evening. I dropped off three more bottles in front of your door, by the way. Have a good night." 

We waited until the elevator had closed and then turned to head to our room. I picked up the bottles while Janie let us inside. She was already letting down her hair and unzipping the back of her dress as we walked inside. She was down to her her high heels, nylons, thong and jewelry by the time I had made it to the main room. She turned and smiled at me sexily, her hands on her hips, skin gleaming in the dim light of our room. 

"So what sort of night you got planned, daddy?" she asked, winking. 

"Well," I said as I walked toward her, loosening my tie. "I thought I'd start by letting my little girl undress me, then she can dance for me with her new tassels and then I'm going to fuck her in the jacuzzi and in our big, comfy bed. And I'll keep feeling her drinks." 

"Thank God we've got the two jars of pickle brine handy, then," she giggled, wiggling up to me and pulled my tie off me before unbuttoning my shirt and slipping it off me. "Let me undress, since you've got your work cut out for you tonight..." 

She kissed and nibbled her way down my torso slowly, caressing me with her fingers. She unbuckled my belt and slid it around me like a snake before pulling it off, her eyes always locked with mine. She may not have been experienced with heterosexual lovemaking, but she certainly knew how to be enthralling. 

She slipped off my shoes and my socks before undoing my pants and taking them down slowly. I stepped out of them and she then took the rim of my boxers in her teeth and tugging on them gently. She smiled up at me while she pulled them down. She then turned around and stood slowly, squirming her back and her ass against me. I hugged her close, squeezing her breasts and kissing her neck. 

She sighed and kissed me, our mouths meeting, tongues tangling. She reached back and held the sides of my hips as she undulated her cheeks rhythmically, causing my cock to swell against her. Moaning into my mouth, she shivered at the feel of my tool growing hard against her. My fingers gently pinched and tugged or her nipples, giving her shivers. God, I wanted to be inside her. 

Janie stepped away from me and winked, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment. When she came out, she was smirking and displayed the tassels we'd bought for her, one covering each of her nipples. She swayed and undulated in front of me, leaning close enough for me to touch but I kept my hands still at my sides, watching her intently. 

She made me stand up and then gently pressed her body to mine, caressing my skin with hers. Turning around, she squirmed her cheeks against me again while bringing my hands up to cover her breasts. I gave them gentle squeezes and she helped me remove the tassels and I pinched her nipples gently, makiing her sigh. 

She turned around and looked up into my eyes, whispering 'I love you' before sliding her breasts down my body. She enveloped my cock with them, massaging them around until I had grown very hard, kissing at my cockhead as it appeared or tasting it with her tongue. I stood still while she took my member in her hand and began stroking it gently. She planted kisses along its length and reached up to touch my chest, slowly gliding her hand down my torso. 

She took me inside her mouth, humming quietly as she began to bob back and forth. She made the gentle twisting motions with her hand along the shaft. She moved farther and farther down the length, almost to the base of my cock. She shivered and smiled, opening her eyes to look up at me. 

"Mmmm, y'know, someone loves you very much," she whispered, pulling her mouth off me and massaging the length. "Any idea who?" 

I made a show of thinking. "Erika?" 

She made a wry face. 

"Hannah?" 

She rolled her eyes and swatted her hand across my dick, making it wobble back and forth comically. She giggled at the sight of it and then when back to sucking, clearly enjoying herself. Lesbian or no, Janie loved giving me blowjobs, something neither of us would likely have expected. 

"Nnnnn, are you trying to make me cum before I fuck you?" I moaned. 

"Not at all," she cooed, swirling her tongue around the head. "I can't wait to have you fuck me. God, Michael, I want you to cum in me. I love you." 

I took her hand and stood her up before leading her to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet to begin filling the jacuzzi. We embraced and kissed lovingly as we stood next to the tub. I gently turned her around and made her lean over the glass counter of the sink. I knelt behind her and began kissing her lovely ass cheeks, making her squirm and sigh. I slowly removed her heels and her stockings while she removed her silver jewelry, putting it at the back of the sink. As I nibbled on her cheeks, she undid her hair, the blonde tresses spilling down her back. 

I pulled her cheeks apart, moving her thong aside and sliding my tongue over her wet, glistening slit. She shuddered and groaned loudly, going up on her toes. 

"Ohhhh, fuck, Michael..." she whimpered, "I love it..." 

I snaked my tongue up and down her taint while teasing her pussy with the edge of my finger, just parting her lips and applying light pressure but not penetrating. She bit her lip and moaned while i slid the now sticky thong down her leg and tossed it aside. Her skin was already damp, the scent of her arousal in the air. I bit her ass cheek gently and she gasped, pressing back against me eagerly, desperate for more. 

"Y'like that, hm?" I said as I stood and turned her around to face me. She leaned back against the sink, her eyes smouldering with lust. Standing between her legs, I told hold of her hips and pressed myself to her, kissing her deeply. She kissed me back but then inhaled sharply as she felt my cock slide between her lips and deep inside her. She broke our liplock and looked up at me, eyes dancing with excitement. 

"Talk about unexpected," she panted, her fingers flexing as she gripped me. I didn't move inside her but just kept her pinned to me. "You taking me here or in the tub?" 

Without saying anything, I pulled out of Janie and turned her to bend her over the hot tub. She gasped loudly as I pulled her cheeks apart and slid my cock back inside her pussy, her knees trembling. I kneaded and massaged her cheeks while she groped and squeezed her breasts with one hand. She yelped as I smacked her ass lightly. 

"Jesus, Michael!" she hissed. "I don't have a spanking fetish, please don't fucking give me one..." 

I got it in my head that fucking her all the way into the jacuzzi would be fun, so I turned us until I had one leg in the churning water and was straddling the wide edge of the tub. I pulled her down to sit on my cock while facing away from me and she groaned as I slid back inside her. Janie squirmed back and forth along my length, bracing herself on the edge. 

"Fuck," she grunted, her body tensing up. "Gonna fucking cum..." 

I concentrated on calming myself as I felt her clench and contract around me, cumming as she ground back against my cock. I wanted to cum, but not yet- I was determined to exhaust Janie before we went to sleep, to make her a trembling, messy wreck. As she came, I cheated and thought of other things that had nothing to do with her or sex. 

Most guys know this trick, something that distracts you long enough from reaching a specific point where you feel that certain tingle and know that nothing's stopping the orgasm fright train. It's a point we reach and we feel it like a tingling 'ping!' sensation and you can't help but agree with your cock that it's time to cum. It's not necessarily inoluntary, but more of a cheerful 'fuck it!' decision on your part. 

I avoided that cusp by thinking of other things, only distantly aware of the ferocious rippling and squeezing of her pussy around me as she came. I'd trained myself to have a range of subjects to delay orgasm, ranging from cold fusion math to recalling Charlie Chaplin's final speech in 'The Great Dictator'. These subjects distracted me just enough to avoid that cusp, even though Janie was writhing and grinding on me passionately. 

She leaned forward, breathing heavily. Her skin was flush and glistening with perspiration. She looked back at me, her eyes glazed. 

"You didn't cum." 

"No, not yet," I replied. "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you before we fall asleep." 

She smiled and nodded. "Okay, but promise me you'll fuck me in our bed and while I'm on my back last, okay? I want to try something." 

I nodded and pulled her into the water, shutting off the faucet and hitting the button to start the jets. I pulled her into my lap and she straddled me, sinking back down onto my still hard and throbbing cock God, she felt so good wrapped around me. We stared into one another's eyes, faces close enough that our lips barely touched. Janie caressed my cheek gently. 

"I'm so in love with you..." she whispered. "It's insane, Michael. I want to fuck you, I want to marry you. The hell've you done to me?" 

She didn't need an answer, she simply leaned in an kissed me, deeply and with total abandon. She squirmed herself on my cock, moaning into my mouth while she fucked me. The steaming water churned around us as we made love. I squeezed her breasts and she groaned, arching her back, her hair falling into the water. I leaned in and kissed and sucked on her nipples, biting them gently. She squealed and clenched me with her pussy. 

I allowed my thoughts to drift again, letting me stay hard as she made herself cum, crushing her body to mine and grinding on my cock shamelessly. She slumped against me, panting from the exertion of cumming yet again and biting my shoulder softly. 

"Bastard..." she whispered, kissing along my nack and collarbone. "You sure you'll be able to hold off until we cum together in bed?" 

I nodded and caressed her back softly. 

"Okay, just don't exhaust me before then," she breathed. "Matter of fact, let's take a quick break, let me take a moment, okay?" 

I nodded and she clambered off my lap, settling back at at the other side of the tub, her legs caressing mine. She watched as I removed the stopper, which came out with a loud pop. She started and giggled, fanning herself. I filled the two flutes and passed her one, smiling as she settled back into the water contentedly, drinking her champagne. 

"Not gonna be too exhausted to cum again, are you?" I asked as I took a sip from my flute. "Because I'm looking forward to seeing what you have planned." 




Twin Cities Tryst Ch. 03



She waved dismissively. "No worries there, I'm totally addicted to feeling you cum in me, I just need a few to regerenate, you know?" 

"Yes, oh mighty Borg queen," I laughed. "And don't worry, I'm still rock-hard and waiting to cum in you." 

We relaxed and caressed one another's legs while finishing the bottle, Janie occasionally snaking her foot up to massage my cock with her toes, giggling when she noticed I was indeed still hard. She licked her lips as she thought about something. 

"Can you blow a guy underwater?" she mused, teasing my pulsing shaft with her toes. 

"Yes, I've had it done to me," I replied, nodding. "Wondering if you've got the chops for it?" 

Janie snicked her as moved up between my legs, now on all fours. "Funny to use the word chops while talking about your dick, but yes, let's find out, shall we?" 

She took hold of my cock and I opened my legs wide to give her room. She pumped slowly with her hand before putting her head under the water and taking me into her mouth. I could feel her humming as she began to bob up and down along my length, lasting a full thirty seconds before bursting out of the water, gasping for air. 

"Holy shit," she wheezed as she took in lungfuls of oxygen but continuing to pump with her hand. "That takes some doing, let me tell you. How's it feel?" 

"As good as ever," I said cheerfully, caressing her cheek and making her smile. "You're a natural at pleasuring me and making me feel good." 

She blushed and sank back under the water, enveloping my cock in her mouth again, swirling her tongue around it. The fingers of her free hand flexed on my thigh or reached under to caress my balls lightly. I gently caressed her shoulders, loving the feel of her mouth around me. She wouldn't last long enough to make me cum, but she certainly had me good and hard again. 

Janie came up for air, eyes wide with delight. She was clearly enjoying herself. Slowly, she climbed into my lap, sinking her wanton pussy down onto my hard-on and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed and fondled one another, whispering loving words. 

"Mmmm," she purred, biting my lower lip. "Take me to bed now? I want to try something." 

I stopped the jets and began draining the water. I helped her out of the jacuzzi and dried her down enough to lay her on the bed. Walking hand in hand, we went into the bedroom and I laid out of towel for her. She stretched out on it, smiling at me in that way that only girls in love can and totally enthralls you. 

I spread her legs as I lay between them, kissing around her inner thighs, making her squirm. She reached down and pulled her thick lips apart, exposing her inner pink to me. There was something so honest about the way she did it, the look in her eyes as she gazed down at me, a sense of willing and total vulnerability, like she's laid both her body and her soul bare to me. 

I kissed her pussy lovingly, lapping at it and making her squirm heatedly. When she was good and wet, I crawled up her body, laying gently on top of her. She felt my cockhead pressed to the opening of her womanhood, keeping her lips spread wide with her fingers. It felt like she was being so... submissive in a way. 

I pushed inside her slowly and she sighed, her hands travelling up my sides to my back, where she held me. I slid in to the hilt and looked down at her, wondering what came next. She caressed my cheek and smiled. 

"Now," she said softly. "Just start pushing in and out slowly and in a rhythm, okay?" 

I nodded and pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her and then pushed slowly back in. As I did, she squeezed her pussy muscles and pressed up against me, her pubic bone meeting mine. We both sighed in pleasure. We held the position for a moment before I pulled back and she lowered herself, once again until just my head was inside her. I pushed down and she pressed up, squeezing me along the way. She bit her lip and her eyes widened as she did it, seemingly thrilled with how her experiment felt. 

"It's wonderful," whispered as we pushed again in unison. "Please do it again..." 

I slowly pushed in and out of her pussy while she matched my movements, flexing around me as I slid deep inside her. Her eyes stayed locked with mine as she concentrated on her rhythm, biting her lip. It felt exquisite, the added pressure of her deliberate clench as I pressed inside, coupled with her hips moving up to meet mine. 

We kept the slow pace, both of us reveling in the wet pleasure we felt from this mutual exercise. Yes, people often sort of sync their movements when fucking, but not this deliberately or carefully. She was experimenting with me and we were both enjoying the results. She sighed with each mutual push, her fingers flexing on my back. 

"Let's go a little faster..." she whispered. 

I nodded and picked up the pace of my thrusting slightly, making sure she could still match me. Janie squirmed beneath me as she fucked me back, still squeezing as we pumped our hips against one another. She was breathing through her nose, her lips pursed. Her eyes never left mine. 

"This feels so good, Michael..." she sighed. "It's gonna make me cum so hard when we finally go together." 

"Me too," I agreed, pressing deep inside her as I bottomed out. "It's gonna be unreal. Apologies if I crush you." 

She giggled but then gasped as I touched deep inside her. "I'm not- ah!- made of glass, you know... speed it up a little more now..." 

Soon we were fucking at a steady pace, Janie having figured out how to press up with her hips and also squeeze me tight as I pushed down, no matter what the tempo. We stared into one another's eyes. I was lost in her blue depths, even as my body started to grow warm, that blissful tingle that signals orgasm not being far away. No equations or unsexy images crossed my mind, I had no intention of warding off my climax, as long as my beloved Jamie came with me. 

Our whole bodies were now undulating and pulsing together, her fingers kneading me almost reflexively while I gripped her shoulders. She pushed up against me as I plunged down inside her molten core, squeezing me each time I pushed in. Our breathing was becoming heavy as we drew closer to cumming. 

"Michael..." she said in a quiet, almost shaking voice. She was thrusting against me almost desperately while my hips almost pistoned against her like a machine, grinding down into her public bone as I reached the bottom. Her pussy was gripping my cock fiercely, wet sucking sounds emanating from between us. 

I was panting and Janie's breath was ragged as we strained against one another, me pushing with my toes and her pressing up her hips while locking her ankles around my calves. 

Janie cried out, loud. I growled and bit her neck as I pumped my cum deep inside her. Unreal waves of pleasure crashed over us, her pussy clenching me savagely as she bath our groins with her cum. The warm, wet and indescribable ecstasy that flowed between us bound us together more strongly than ever. Janie laughed and almost wept at how her little experiment turned out, beyond her wildest dreams. 

We kissed deeply and desperately as we continued writhing against one another, my cum still pumping into her. I'd promised her I was going to cum hard and I kept that promise. It was hard to describe- it almost felt like I was emptying myself into her, there was a euphoric feeling of draining. I was passing myself into her, somehow, a gift of myself. She had bared herself to me earlier in the bed, now I was doing likewise. 

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, both of us utterly exhausted. Her chest rose and fell slowly beneath mine, my hard cock still buried deep inside her. The room was almost spinning. I hadn't cum that hard in a long time. Our hips kept working against one another slowly, determined to milk every last bit of pleasure from us. 

I don't know how long we just lay together like that, but when I finally looked up, she opened her eyes and smiled. There were tears on her cheeks. 

"You alright?" i asked, caressing her cheek gently. "Not squashing you do death, am I?" 

She sniffled and smiled, shaking her head. "No, not at all. They're not bad tears at all. I'm just in love with you." 

"I can identify with that emotion." I replied, nodding. 

"Just all the usual things going on- feelings welling over, stupidly devoted to you, wanting to marry you right this second, have your kids and all that stuff," Janie said quietly. "Would you marry me if you could?" 

I nodded. 

She sighed and hugged me, kissing my neck and shoulders. "Right answer," she cooed. "I am so thrilled the little timed thrusting thing worked, Michael. Not sure how often we can do it because it'll kill me, but I loved it. Now let me suck our cum off of you..." 

I slowly pulled out, her pussy gripping wetly, reluctant to release me. I then straddled her chest and let her kiss and suck on my cock, cleaning out mingled cum off of me and squeezing the thumb along the vein under my shaft, getting the last of my essence out of me. The sheer look of bliss in her features was euphoric for me, it felt like I had done something truly amazing, making her this happy. 

Janie released me and I stretched out beside her, pulling her to me in a well-deserved cuddle. We kissed lovingly and whispered to one another, hands caressing one another all over. I kissed her neck, collarbone and breasts gently while she cradled my head. I rose from the bed and closed the curtains before leaving a quick call at the front desk to bring us more champagne in the morning, even though we still had some bottles. It never hurt to be prepared, after all. 

I crawled back into bed and Janie smuggled into me. She smiled and kissed my nose. 

"Love me?" she asked. 

"Always." I replied. 

"Marry me?" 

"Happily." 

"Keep me drunk and cumming forever?" 

"Until you drown in my pearly essence." 

She giggled. "Y'know, if I puke again soon and you start feeling all rapey? Fuck my ass, let's see how tight that gets, okay?" 

I chuckled. "You have a deal. Next time I rape you, I'll fuck your ass." 

We kissed some more and fell asleep together, totally in love and waiting to see what tomorrow would bring. 

*** 

Author's Notes: While I firmly believe it is indeed possible to rape someone you're intimate with, like a spouse who does not want to make love, I also put forward that when sexual partners trust one another, a certain amount of unexpected sexy is acceptable. Janie never thought I actually raped her, we just laughed and called it that because it suited us. Besides, how worried can she be about me being rapey if she is perfectly happy with me fucking her in her sleep? Of course I would have stopped if she'd told me to and never would have started if I weren't sure she would be okay with it. 

The opening sequence with Janie honking? Yeah, true to life. And I must say, a woman's vagina really clenches when her body is convulsing in that particular manner. To keep from grossing people out, I concentrated on the humourous aspect of what happened. 

Keep your stick on the ice! 

- Management