0 comments/ 26349 views/ 0 favorites Orlando Trip Ch. 01 By: baddad53 Friday Night After Diane and my experience in Atlanta at the Double Tree Hotel, Diane loosened up in her attitude and her choices in clothing. While we were in Atlanta we had gone shopping for a couple of new outfits that showed off more of her beautiful figure. Her 36-C breasts are still very firm and don't sag like some 25 year old girls with large breasts. She works out three to four times a week at the gym to keep her tummy flat and her ass firm. Because of this I had tried to convince her of her sensuality and sexiness and now she finally understood that I had not been saying it just because she was my wife. After Diane and I returned home we decided to spend the a weekend in Orlando shopping for new cloths for her. In addition to the many family attractions that the Orlando area is famous for, there are multiple shops that offer unique clothing. A Friday night came and we decided to make the trip to Orlando. We checked into a nice hotel away from the family amusement parks, close to the mall in South Orlando off of the Orange Blossom Trail. The evening was early and we went to a nearby restaurant that featured a nightclub just to get a better idea of what the ladies were wearing to look really sexy. We enjoyed a romantic dinner and then stopped by the club for a drink. Diane was wearing her little black dress that showed off her legs and cleavage. Diane had been having a tough time sleeping lately and had seen her Doctor earlier in the week. He had prescribed a sleeping pill for her- Ambien CR which she hadn't taken yet. She decided to take on one as we left the club and headed back to the hotel. We got back to the hotel and headed up to the room. Diane started getting undressed and said she wanted me to fix her a drink. As she continued undressing I explained that we had Jack and Coke, but no ice. She was almost undressed now and began fussing about wanting a drink to help her sleep. "No problem," she stated. "I'll just go get some down the hall." She was dressed only in her panties as she looked around the room for the ice bucket. Our room was three doors down from the elevator in the middle of the hotel, and the vending area was at the far end of the hall, past the elevators. I knew that Diane was under the influence of the sleeping medicine, so I suggested she might want to get dressed before she went to get the ice. "Geeze, it's just down the hall. What time is it, anyway? It's after Midnight, how many people are up at this hour?" she said as she walked out of the room. She didn't have a key to get back into the room, she was in a strange city, almost naked, walking down a hotel hallway. I followed her out of the room and watched her walking by the elevators. I could her the sound of the elevators stopping and the doors opening just as she cleared the doorway. A younger couple got out of the elevator and turned right, following behind Diane. The young woman giggled when she saw Diane. Diane heard the young lady, looked back at the couple and said, "Oh. Hello. Just going for some ice.' She raised her hand and waved bye-bye over her shoulder and continued on her trek. The couple looked back in my direction and I just grinned and shrugged with my hands turned palms up in an 'I don't know' look. They stopped at a room about half way down the hall, unlocked a door, and with one last look in Diane's direction disappeared into the room. I continued to watch as Diane made her way back with a bucket full of ice. Watching her drug influenced innocence as she staggered along the hall way really got to me. I could feel my cock growing harder the closer she came to the room. When she got to the elevators she stopped. "Did you see that young couple? I bet I know what they're doing right now," she slurred as she pointed back down the hall. "I bet they went out and partied and now they're going to party here, now," she slurred. She wiggled her hips as she spoke and almost lost her balance. I heard the elevator again and urged her to come on and get back in the room. Instead she seemed fascinated by her reflection in the mirrored doors of the elevator. I started walking towards her and her reflection and had just gotten my hand on her arm as the elevator opened and two middle aged men started to step out dragging their luggage behind them. "Sorry," I apologized. "She's a little drunk." "Ice?' she offered as she held out the brown bucket of ice. "No, thanks. Offering anything else?" one of the old men sneered. "No, she's not! She's going back to OUR room with me, right now." I jerked her arm and pulled her down the hallway. I couldn't wait to get her back into the room and tear off what little clothing she was still wearing. My cock was throbbing in anticipation. As soon as we were in the room I pushed the door closed using Diane's body. I pressed her back against the door and kissed her very hard, my hands roaming her body. I kissed her lips, her neck and down the front of her tits as I worked her little panties down to expose her smooth shaved pussy. She was moaning now the excitement building within her. I could see her nipples growing hard and could see her tits turning a pinkish color. Her breathing was ragged and quick. Her ass began thrusting against me as I finally pulled her free of the last shred of clothing. I stood up and pressed my body against her, pinning her against the door. I continued to run my hands over all parts of her body, grabbing her tit and twisting her nipple between my fingers. I pulled on the tip of her nipple stretching her boob into a cone shape. She let out a pleasurable moan and ground her body against mine. I slid my hand down her smooth stomach and slid it between her legs and folded my finger against her mound. Her hips were really thrusting and grinding while she shook her head from side to side. Her breathing was ragged between a variety of other noises she continued to make as she twisted between the door and my body. With one hand I reached down and undid my belt and my pants as I worked my cock free. It sprang to attention and with little effort I buried it fully into Diane's wet pussy. With the sudden entry Diane raised up on her toes and half screamed, half moaned, "Oh! God! YES! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now." I gladly obliged her request and began a smooth thrusting motion while Diane's body continued to tremble. I was breathing in her scent where my head was nestled in her neck. I kissed the nape of her neck and then gently bit her there, nipping a small piece of skin. She yelped and her actions became intense. She was now making a weird sound deep in her throat and she pushed me away. I stumbled back, almost falling and she stepped towards me with her arms outstretched. I thought she was reaching to keep me from falling down. But instead she pushed me again and I fell to the ground with a thud. Before I could move to stand up Diane pounced on top of me, impaling herself on my cock. She was squatting over me and began a wild gyration of up and down motion. On an upward thrust she threw her legs out straight behind herself and landed on top of me, with her hands pinning my arms and her arms holding her in a push-up position. She continued to grind her pussy on my cock while she looked down at me. Her eyes were wild with intensity and sweat covered her face. Her hair hung down partially covering her face and now she bent her head enough to drag her hair across my chest. She bent down and kissed the middle of my chest with her hair tickling my skin. Suddenly, she arched her back, raising her head back and began to rapidly twist her pussy against me. Her thrusting became frantic and then just as suddenly slowed as she screamed her satisfaction. I was still buried deep inside her and my cock was throbbing. In the narrow hallway I rolled her over pinning her against the wall and floor and started pounding her with my own frantic thrusts. As I was about to explode I pulled my cock out of her and dumped my load into the area between us, spraying both of us with cum. We both just lay there on the floor, panting, trying to catch our breaths. "That was nice," she giggled. "I hope you remember that in the morning." She pushed herself free of me and the wall and headed for the shower. I drug myself into a sitting position against the wall and waited for Diane to finish up in the bathroom, so I could get a nice hot shower, too. What would tomorrow bring? Orlando Trip Ch. 02 Saturday Saturday morning we woke up at the hotel in Orlando. Diane dressed in a pair of white short that just covered her ass and a button up denim shirt that she tied under her boobs. She wore her hair in a ponytail with a colorful band holding it. She was showing off her smooth, flat stomach and long, suntanned legs. She worn white sandals with bright red toenail polish. She would be turning heads today. We went downstairs to the lobby where the hotel was serving breakfast. When the doors opened the two middle aged men from the previous night were sitting in the lobby drinking coffee and munching on a plate of food. They leered at Diane in her summery outfit, thoroughly scoping her out. We walked over to the counter and fixed ourselves a small plate of fruit and pastry. Diane walked over to a table close to the older gentlemen, set her plate down and turned back to the counter to get some coffee. As she walked back to the coffee area one of the old guys said, "Don't forget the ice!" Diane looked over her shoulder and then back at me with a quizzical look on her face. She joined me in making a cup of coffee and grabbed a glass for juice. "What do you think he meant by that comment?" "I don't know. Do you remember anything about last night?" "I think we made love, didn't we? Did anything else happen?" Now she looked concerned. Clearly, the rumors about the newer sleeping aid were true, at least to a certain point. "I'll tell you about it when we get to the table." We sat down and started to munch on the fresh fruit and I leaned over close to Diane and spoke quietly. "Do you remember going for ice last night?" She shook her head uttering a soft, "No." She blushed as if a brief memory began to form in her mind. "Did I go get ice last night?" "When we got to the room and started getting ready for bed you decided you wanted to have a drink of the Jack and Coke we brought with us. But we didn't have any ice, so you decided to go get some down the hall. You walked out of the room in your undies." I leaned back and let that settle in before saying more. "Why didn't you stop me? My gosh, you should have stopped me." "I tried. You said it was late. 'Who will be out at this hour?' and walked out with the bucket. You ran into a young couple getting off of the elevator on the way down and those two guys on your way back. You did ask them if they wanted any ice. I had to grab you and pull you into the room. That's when we fucked each other." I had leaned forward to tell the story and now leaned back in my chair to watch her reaction. You could almost see the wheels turning as she tried to remember what had happened the night before. "You're lying. I might have gone to get ice but I wasn't naked. In your dreams, maybe." She got up and headed for the door, tossing her trash as she went. She glared out the two guys and turned her head quickly as if to snub them. I followed behind her, grinning like an idiot at the men. Diane didn't say anything as we drove up the Trail, heading for our first stop. We found the store and parked outside. Now her face lit up as she saw that it was an adult novelty shop as well as a clothing store. A sign out front stated that the store sold dancer apparel, adult videos, books, toys and surprises. "Oh, boy," she gushed, "This could be interesting." She practically jumped out of the car and headed for the door. "Come on, slow poke. Hurry up." She got to the door and held it open waiting for me. She was squinting as she tried to look into the dimly lit shop from the glaring sunshine. She was smiling her crazy smile, as I call it, and was tapping her foot impatiently. "'Bout time," as she followed me inside. She began moving down the aisles of dancer apparel looking quickly from one article to another. She found a plaid outfit that looked like a Catholic school girl uniform, only skimpier. The skirt portion was about the size of the shorts she was wearing. There were two straps that made the skirt a kind of smock. The straps were about three inches wide and joined at the back. "I like this one," she said happily as she held it up for my inspection. "I could wear one of my short tees underneath it. What do you think?" mischief filling her voice. "Nice." My head spun with imagination. "Want to go try it on?" I looked around hoping to spot a dressing room. "I want to look some more. Go see if you can find us a video to watch while I look." Her face glowed with excitement. "Better yet, go see if you can find a new toy to play with me." Her excitement continued to add to her beauty. I wandered away, leaving her on her own . I looked around and saw the novelty toy area and began to look. My god, but the toys and novelties are well beyond imagination. The bondage gear ranged from the mild and modest to the extreme, while dildos came in all sizes, from the short little ones, to short fat ones to one that had to be bigger around than a softball. There were lotions, lubricants and massage oils in all scents and flavors. I selected a couple of toys and made my way back to the clothing area. A twenty something young lady, dressed like a working girl, was hanging outfits back up. "Looking for a little school girl?" she said with a smile lighting her face. "About this tall?" I asked raising my hand to about the five foot seven height. "Cute as hell and barely wearing shorts?" "She's trying a couple of outfits on. She'll be over there," she offered, pointing to the side wall of the clothing section. "Thanks." I gave her an approving look up and down, smiling my best smile and added, "Cute outfit you're wearing. I'll bet you even look cuter taking it off." "You'd win that bet," she shot back with her own smile. I walked up to the sales counter and placed my items to be paid for near the register. Another young lady, dressed in a Goth outfit, came up and asked if I had found everything I needed. I assured her I had and paid for my purchases. "Now if I can just find my wife," I said. I looked around and saw her standing behind me. "Just go on. I've got this," she ordered. "Okay. Okay. I can take a hint." I walked outside and waited a few minutes for her to finish up and come outside. After what seemed like an extra long time Diane emerged from the store wearing the little plaid school girl outfit, with a white button up blouse with the top three buttons undone. I knew that she had no bra on under the blouse. She twirled around to give me a complete look at the new outfit. The edge of the skirt lifted as she turned revealing a pair of thong underwear and a tanned ass. "Well, what do you think?" she grinned as she spoke, fully aware of my answer. "Let's go back to the hotel and I'll show you exactly what I think." We put her purchases in the trunk of the car and I walked around her side to open the door. I held it open as she got in. A guy walking up to the store almost got hit by the opening front door as he watched Diane get into the car. I waved in acknowledgement. "I need to go to the mall. I need to find shoes to go with this outfit." "What kind of shoes go with that outfit," I asked in total ignorance. "Saddle Oxfords. They're white lace up shoes, with the middle section black or dark gray. God, I wore then from Kindergarten through High School. I swore I would never, ever even look at another pair. Now I need to go buy a pair." "Can't you just wear regular shoes with it?" I must have had the word STUPID written on my forehead the way my wife was looking at me. "No, you can't. You need to have the complete package. Now take me to the mall," she insisted. I drove to the mall and parked near the food court. I figured that would be the best place to find a Mall Directory or an Information booth. Diane and I got out of the car heading for the search for the Holy Shoes necessary to complete the outfit. I watched as Diane walked with the short skirt swaying back and forth. I fell back behind her and continued to look seeing flashes of her ass peeking out from under the plaid skirt. Her long legs seemed even longer with the new look. I caught up with her as we got to the entrance and I reached to open the door, which suddenly opened in front of us. "Wow!" This sound came from a skater kid dressed in skater garb. "Sweet," he added as he turned on the door holding it open for Diane. He looked her up and down and then caught me looking at him. "She yours?" he asked hoping for a quick answer, and not a punch. "Yep. She's all mine." "Lucky bastard," he muttered as he walked away. As we entered the food court I spotted a Directory and headed towards it walking quickly. When I reached the store listing, I looked around for my wife expecting her to be standing next to me. She was about half way across the food court talking to a well dressed thirty something guy. As I continued to watch he handed Diane what appeared to be a business card. I started to walk towards them when Diane looked up, caught my eye and gently shook her head. I stopped walking but continued to watch them. Diane seemed to be offering a 'thank you' to the man and headed towards me. "What was that all about?" I demanded as she approached. "He's a talent agent and offered me a photo shoot and a possible modeling gig. He also said he could hook me up to dance at almost any of the adult clubs in Orlando. Or Tampa." "Like hell. He was just hitting on you." I took the card and read the individual's name and his company logo. "Anyone can print up cards like this. They hand them out to get a girl's information and possibly score. See, there's no physical address on the card, just a P O Box." We looked over the listing and made a note of the shoe stores which stretched from one end of the mall to the other. Most of them were strictly women's shoe stores. Wasn't this going to be fun. I told Diane that after her encounter in the food court I would stay right with her as we shopped. We reached the first store and could see that they only featured newer fashions and couldn't possibly carry the ones she needed. We strolled the mall taking our time, and grabbed a fancy coffee from Starbucks. We grabbed a seat outside Starbucks and watched the people walking past. That's when Diane noticed a few guys standing around 'window shopping' while glancing back at us every couple of minutes. She smiled as she spoke. " I think I have some admirers. Look." She tilted her head towards two guys looking into the nearest window and then at three guys looking at items on the far side of the nearest kiosk. They were holding objects in their hands but their attention was clearly on Di's new outfit. "Come on," she urged, grabbing my hand with one hand and her drink with the other. She headed towards the escalators that led to the upper level. As we approached the bottom step as pushed me on in front of her and took a step two behind me. She leaned towards me and asked, " Did they follow us?" I glanced over her head and watched a couple of guys pushing each other trying to get onto the escalator. I grinned slightly as I whispered, "They're fighting to get a look." I watched as the guy who had won the battle pulled out a cell phone and began aiming the camera towards Diane. I stepped down past her and slid in behind her just before we reached the top. Luckily at the top was an discount shoe store. We made our way in and asked the matronly clerk if she knew if they carried saddle oxfords. "Oh course," she gushed as if it was a ridiculous question. "What size?" Diane told her a size six and the clerk waddled towards the mysterious back room. While she was gone I walked up behind Di and slid my hand around her front. I lifted the edge of the skirt and pushed two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. She grabbed my arm holding my hand in place while I continued to wiggle my fingers inside her. Diane squirmed as we heard the clerk returning. She emerged from the back room carrying a dusty box, brushing the dust across the store as she brought out the long overlooked shoe box. "Tommy. Come here and help these people with these shoes while I go straighten up the shoes back there and get some of this dust up." Neither of us had noticed the young man standing along the same wall where we were standing. A tall, lanky young man of about twenty took the shoebox from the older woman and moved towards us. As he did, he opened the box and looked at the old fashioned shoes. "Are these for you?" he asked incredulously as he took a long slow look at Diane's school girl outfit. "Yep. They complete the outfit, don't you think?" Diane did her little twirl for his benefit. He swallowed before he spoke, "Have a seat and let's try them on." He indicated a chair with the shoe box and pulled the little seat up as Diane took her place in the indicated chair. Tommy had set the box down next to his seat and removed a shoe, placing it in his lap. He turned his attention back to Diane and was greeted with her long leg extending out to him as she putting her foot on his knee. Between his position, Diane's leg resting on his knee and the fact that she had hiked up her already short skirt I knew he had a view of paradise. "Let me take my sandal off" With this she leaned forward to unbuckle the shoe when I noticed she had undone a couple of the top buttons of her blouse. She exaggerated her motions as she slowly leaned forward giving Tommy a view directly down her blouse. Again, Tommy swallowed hard. "Everything alright?" The matron had briefly exited the back room to check out the sale. "Fine." Tommy's voice cracked as he answered. She returned to her work in the back and Tommy turned his full attention back to Diane's movements. She had lingered on the buckle of her sandal while he had been distracted. She removed her shoe, dropping it to the floor as she moved he foot back and forth on the inside of his leg. "Do you have a little pair of socks? I didn't bring any with me." He turned in his seat, reluctant to move away from her caressing. I followed his gaze and saw little white socks hanging from a rack near the register. "Let me get them for you." I offered as I walked the few steps, grabbed a pair with little pink angels adoring them and tossed them at my wife. "Thank you," they both offered, his a lot more sincere then hers. You could hear the relief in his voice that he didn't have to get up. I don't believe he could have stood up erect on a bet. Diane undid the little clip holding the socks together and handed him one. "Put it on," she commanded. "Please?" she added a little too sweetly. Tommy grabbed her calf and rested it on his knee leaving her foot immediately in front of him. He gently brushed invisible bits of dirt from her foot and softly blew on her toes clearing out the toe jam. He took hold of the sock and smoothly moved it over her toes and past her heal. Then he grabbed the shoe from his lap undoing the laces and seemed to slide it onto her foot in one easy motion. "Want to try them both on, just to be sure?" he spoke hopefully. "Sure, why not." Diane replaced her right foot with her left and leaned forward to unbuckle it. "Allow me, please." he offered as he too leaned forward his eyes never making contact with Diane's eyes. As she sat back in the chair his eyes drifted down to the small patch between her legs. He unbuckled the sandal, removed it, brushed the dirt, slid the sock and shoe on without ever taking his eyes off of the prize. "There." He had finally looked up into Diane's eyes, smiled and told her to walk around and see how they fit. Diane stepped towards the front of the store where a couple of guys still waited anxiously, did a quick twirl on the toe of one shoe and walked back towards Tommy. "I'll take them. Pay the man," she ordered looking at me. Tommy was mesmerized and suddenly realized what Diane had said. "Don't you want to take them off?" He was almost begging as he uttered his plea. "Nope, I'm going to wear them. They complete the outfit." Diane moved back towards the front of the store where she admired her latest purchase in the mirrors by the entrance. I paid the tab, grabbed the box which contained her old sandals and walked up to her. I took her hand and walked out into the mall. "Ready?" I asked expectantly. "No. I want to shop some more. What are we going to do? Go back to the hotel and fuck each other? Not until I see the effect of this outfit." She tugged me along beside her as she slowed her pace and began looking interested in all of the window displays. We wandered the length of the mall taking the stairs down to the first floor then riding the escalator back up. She headed into Victoria's Secret and told me to wait outside. I watched as three guys followed her inside and were immediately greeted by cute little sales girls who offered to assist them in their selections. Two of the reluctantly took the offer, figuring that they might have a chance with the young clerk. One told the girl that he was just looking and would ask if he needed help. A couple of minutes later Diane came out carrying a small bag. She told me she had needed to get a new bra and had found one she liked. We continued to shop as we headed towards the food court. "Want to get something to eat?" "Yeah. You." I growled. "Can we just go?" "No. I'm enjoying this. You were the one who wanted me to open up and show off my body." I knew she was right and agreed to have lunch before we left the mall. We surveyed the different options each restaurant offered and chose a plate of Chinese. Diane led us to a table in the middle of the court and sat down. She looked around the area and noticed a few admirers. She continued to cross and uncross her legs and to lean forward to offer a view of everything. Finally she seemed satisfied with her appearance and we left. On the walk back to the car I reached over for a cheap feel. She slapped playfully at my hand and told me to be patient. We reached the car and I opened her door. She tossed her package into the back seat and grabbed to door frame. "Wait a sec." She reached up under the skirt, grabbed her thong and pulled it off. I caught a brief glimpse of her naked pussy. She got in and I closed the door. "Yes." I pumped my fist as I celebrated her action. I got into the driver's seat to see her lowering the straps of the school girl outfit. The look was completely erotic making her look like a horny high school girl. She laid the seat back almost flat and undid two more buttons freeing her left breast. "Now you can molest me," she offered as she lifted the skirt revealing herself completely. I had started the car, but hadn't yet started to move. A man walked up on her side of the car unlocking the door of the luxury SUV parked next to us. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell through his movements he had looked inside our car to see Diane in all her glory. The man leaned into the window, which Diane lowered to allow him a better view. The guy had to be in his late sixties and his jowls shook as he moved. He rested his hand on the window as he leaned in for a closer look and to make sure he wasn't seeing thing. "Like what you see?" Diane asked as he nervously looked from me back to her almost naked body. He nodded his head, and sensing no reaction from me, turned his full attention back to Di's body. His mind could not decide where to look as his eyes jumped from her boobs to her laser cleaned pussy. Di reached up and took his hand from the window in her two hands and pulled it onto her right breast. She used her hands to move his hand around on her boob. "Squeeze it. Doesn't it feel soft and firm?" He complied with her request and as he began to knead her tit she released her grip on his hand. Orlando Trip Ch. 02 "Ooohhhh. That feels nice." Diane twisted in her seat as he moved his hand to her left tit and pinched her nipple. She used her right hand to push his hand down over her unbuttoned blouse and guided it towards her hole. His fingers lingered for only a second before he slid his middle finger inside her. Suddenly remembering I was still sitting there and threw a nervous glance my way. In answer to his unspoken question I leaned over grabbing Di's left tit and kissing her. As I kissed her I felt her reacting to the senior's finger action. She turned her head, freeing her lips from my kiss and urged the old guy to continue whatever it was he was doing. Curiosity got to me so I leaned up on my elbow and watched as the old guy was trying to get his entire hand inside Di's squishing wet pussy. His head was inside the window and he had his right hand buried in Di and was twisting her right tit by pinching her nipple while he grinned as he watched Diane's reaction. I was fascinated as the old man worked his hand, twisting it one way as he slid it in and reversing the twisting action as he pulled his hand back. Diane was now completely into it, moving his left hand down to join his hand busily working to bring her happiness. Taking the cue, he pinched the top of her pussy causing her to grab his arm. He tried to pulled it free apparently thinking her had hurt her, but she held it in place and gyrated her hips against his hand. With four finger inside her he turned his left hand over and wiggled another finger into her. That pulled the trigger for her as she grabbed his arms with both her hands and pumped her hips hard. She released her grip and fell back in her seat. The old guy slid his left hand out then softly removed his right hand pulling her skirt to cover her ravished pussy. Diane lay on the seat, breathing hard and fast, smiling up at the guy. "Thanks. I really needed that." she said breathlessly. She tried to cover herself, pulling the blouse back across her tits. "What about me?' he pleaded as he stepped back from the side of the car, pointing to a very stiff looking crotch. Diane looked over at me, then back up at the man standing there with a raging hard-on. She held up a finger to him as if to ask for a minute to decide. "It's only fair. You saw what he did to me. Let me just give him a quick blowjob to return the favor. Okay?" Her eyes, wet with tears from her orgasm, pleaded for permission. "Yeah, okay. But where?" I asked unsure of how we got to this point. "I'll just jump into his truck and do him right there. He's fine with that, aren't you?" she was looking up at him through the open window. I couldn't see, but could tell he was frantically nodding yes. "You can watch from the back seat?" She was looking from me to him and back to me. She was nodding her head as he had given his consent. "I don't care who watches. The whole world can watch for all I care." Diane reached for the latch as I opened my door. Diane sprinted around his SUV and jumped into the front seat while I took the seat on the drivers side. I figured it would be better to look at my wife's body than look at the old guy. He had started the engine and had the air working on high. "Bill" While he said his name he reached behind with a business card in his right hand. I took his card and then saw the large ring on his finger. Now I understood what had gotten Diane so excited. Diane reached across the consol and unzipped Bill's pants. She was holding herself over the divider with her elbows She looked up and realized she was more exposed in this position Anticipating her question, Bill said that the side windows were limousine tinted, including the front windows. When I asked him about the windshield he shrugged and said that maybe we could keep the action going. "Not a chance," Diane responded before sliding a condom over his impressively thick cock. "Gee, I hope I can get my lips around that monster." she said more to herself than anyone else as she moved across the center and took the tip into her mouth. She got to her knees on her seat and rested her left arm across Bill's chest and grabbed the base of his cock with her right hand. She started stroking his cock as she continued to try and work more of his cock into her mouth. Seeing the reflection of her ass and pussy in the passenger side window I slid across the backseat and reached around her chair. I leaned forward so I could get my hand into her and slid all four fingers into the pussy Bill had so conveniently spread open and lubricated. Diane began moving in rythim to my stroking movements. She was making humming noises in response to my caressing. It didn't take long before Bill was holding her head in both her hands, his breathing becoming rapid. Bill let out a groan as he shot his load into the condom protecting both of them. Diane yelled around his cock as she again enjoyed a second orgasm within a few minutes. He continued softly moan as Diane sat up and gave him a quick kiss. "We're even." Diane slid out the door before he could respond. "Amazing woman you got there," he offered as I got out of his vehicle. Diane jumped back into our car, adjusting her seat into the upright position. I got back into the driver's seat and restarted the car. "Get me back to the hotel. I need a drink after that," she gushed. That was an understatement! Orlando Trip Ch. 03 Saturday Evening Saturday evening, after a nap back at the hotel Diane and I decided to take a shower, get dressed and go out for the evening. The nice thing about a nice hotel is their spa sized bathtubs and half circle shower curtain. It provides extra room to shower or bathe. As Diane adjusted the water to a steamy flow I began lathering up a washcloth. "Let me see your back," I suggested. Diane turned her back to me and ducked her head under the warm flow. I began washing her back near her shoulders, down her spine and ran my hand down the crack of her cute little ass. I used my other hand to reach around her and grabbed a handful of boob. Up 'til now neither of us had mentioned the incident in the parking lot. "You really seemed to enjoy Bill's ring finger." She spun around grabbing her wet hair in both hands, gushing," Did you see that ring? It looked like a giant class ring. When he moved his hand into me he slid his ring finger and his pinky in first. At some point he must of pulled his hand out and turned the ring over. Cause when he put his fingers back in I felt that ring rubbing my clit. God, it felt huge!" She was just babbling now, the realization of what happened starting to sink in. Maybe she wasn't sure how I was going to react, maybe she was just unsure of herself and how she felt about what had happened. I smiled and pulled her close, our naked bodies reacting to the contact. "Oh," she giggled as she reached between us, wrapping her warm hand around my growing cock. "Looks like you enjoyed the show.' She moved her other hand and took my cock in both hands. She held my cock in her two hands allowing it to reach it's full erect size before continuing. "I know we fucked before the nap, but that was just a release for both of us. Let me show you how much I love you." As she spoke she lowered herself into a kneeling position and took just the tip of my cock in her mouth. She began sucking on it like it was a lollypop, licking the tip, wrapping her lips around it, making a happy sound in her throat and then repeating it. I took her head in my hands, holding her in place. I could only take this for a minute or two. I moved my hands to the back of her head, moved my hips forward and urged her to take more of it. She briefly resisted before she grabbed my hips, fully taking my cock into her mouth. Di began moving her head rapidly back and forth while she twisted it from side to side. I had to grab the side of the shower with one hand to keep from falling. My other hand was still urging her on. She kept her lips around my cock as I dropped a load of cum down her throat, and continued to suck the last drops out stroking the underside of it with her thumb. It took me a minute to catch my breath before I could speak, and then all I could muster was a weak, "wow." Diane stood up, grabbed the courtesy soap and began lathering her tits. "I'll do that for you," I offered reaching for her. "Get cleaned up or we'll never get out of here. The other guests are going to wonder what happened to all the hot water." She turned, continuing to wash while I grabbed the soapy washcloth and began to wash myself. Finally finished we got out of the shower and dried off. Diane took her large towel and wrapped it around her tight little body, with just the top of her tits and her long legs showing. "Get," she commanded, pushing me towards the bathroom door. "Let me put some fresh makeup on before we go anywhere." I dropped my towel on the floor heading toward the dresser and some clean cloths. I was dressed was watching a baseball game on ESPN when Diane stepped out of the bathroom. She looked gorgeous, having put a little makeup and fixed her hair. She had brushed it out, allowing it to hang free, no longer in the ponytail she had sported all day. She still wore a towel around her middle, but now it looked different. It took me a minute to realize that she had replaced the large bath towel with a small pool towel. It didn't seem to cover as much. "What's with the towel?" Now I was curious. "This old thing. It's nothing," she bantered, quoting a line from an old movie we had seen on TV earlier in the week as she 'modeled' the towel for me. I laughed at her mischievous attitude. I really loved here new relaxed attitude about her body. She is truly a beautiful young woman several years younger than me. When we had gotten married she was still living at home with her parents and had been very shy and conservative. She still blushed when I told her she was beautiful or commented on her body. But she had really started to have fun and enjoy her sensuality and sexuality, and I was enjoying it to the max. "Order something from room service," she said as she admired herself in the mirror. "Or order a pizza. A couple of pizzas." Again she had started to ramble on speaking fast as if she slowed down she would stop talking. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I reached for the restaurant listing offered in each room, turned to the Pizza section and asked her what she wanted exactly. "I don't care. Something, anything, just order something." Now she was moving with a nervous excitement as she spoke. She glanced at me, moved it hand in the direction of the nightstand phone and wiggled her fingers. "Come on. Order something." I found the nearest one listed nearest the hotel, dialed the number and ordered a small pizza and some wings. Hanging up the phone I stood and walked towards Di. "Don't you want to go out tonight?" She didn't look at me as she spoke quickly, "Yeah, sure, but its still early. I don't want to be drinking without something on my stomach" She was moving around the living room area avoiding looking at me. "How long?" "How long, what?" I asked blankly. "How long before the pizza guy gets here?" "The girl said between fifteen and twenty minutes. They're just around the corner. It should be here soon. Are you alright?" concern sounded in my voice. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Order another pizza from somewhere else." "WHAT?" I already ordered you a pizza and me some wings. I don't want pizza, I thought we would go the Outback and have a nice steak." Now I was totally confused. She slowed her pacing, sitting down on the end of the bed. She looked up at me, biting her bottom lip. This is a sure sign she was about to tell me something she wasn't sure what my reaction would be hearing. "You know my girlfriend Katie? Well, she told me that whenever she and Mike travel they always order food out. Then she flashes the delivery guy if he's cute. I thought about it and decided that I could flash the delivery guy by 'accidentally' dropping the towel when I paid him," she said looking at me for approval. "And just how will you know if he's cute or anything?" "Peephole. When he knocks, I'll look through the peephole. Katie said you leave the door cracked, look through the peephole and then tell him to come in. I'll be back here," she said standing between the couch and coffee table," with my wallet on the in that chair. I'll get the money and when I go to pay him, I'll just drop the towel. He gets a tip and a cheap thrill." Now she was talking normal, explaining her misbehavior as a well rehearsed plan. She was smiling a sinful smile, leased with her courage. "How many places do you want me to call? Should I get the Yellow pages out?" " No," she responded thinking about the question. "Right now just call another one and we'll see what happens." "And just what am I suppose to be doing?" "When you hear me say 'Let me get your money' you can come out of the bedroom and watch. Neat, Huh? "Yeah, 'Neat." She scurried toward the door, standing on her tiptoes to look at the peephole. She took a quick look towards the elevator as she opened the door to allow the deadbolt to hold it open. "Go hide. Shoe. Back into the bedroom. Just wait." Her nerves were starting to get to her again. I wasn't sure I liked this little game, but remembered our trip to Atlanta and some of her other misbehavior since then. I walked around the wall that divided the living area from the sleeping area when there was a knock on the door. Di ran towards the door holding the towel together under her giggling tits, peaked and pulled the door open. As I disappeared around the corner a glance over my shoulder allowed me to see that the back of the towel had fallen and her entire backside was now visible to the delivery driver. Diane looked up and saw me snooping, gave me a dirty look and tilted her head towards the bedroom. Hell, the kid was staring at her ass so hard he could have walked right past me without seeing me. "Let me get you your money," she said loudly as she had walked towards her purse. I stepped around the wall just as Diane dropped the towel and her wallet. She was reaching for the wallet and her towel in no real hurry when the young man offered to help her. The guy was about twenty, rather nerdy looking with black rimmed glasses and a baseball cap pushed back on his head a name tag identifying him as Robert. He came around the table and took the towel in his hands and continued to stare at what would become legendary at the pizza joint. Diane had retrieved her wallet and stood to pay him, naked as the day she was born, but a whole loot better developed. "I'll take that," she requested reaching for the towel. For a few seconds it didn't register with Robert that she wanted the towel, or that she was even speaking. His eyes continued to carefully examine each and every inch of Diane's body. "Oh, yeah. Sorry about that." He held the towel out with the sad realization that the beautiful sight would soon be covered up. Diane took the towel, dropped it on the table and offered the young man some money. He smiled when he realized that he could still enjoy the view. I don't think he had blinked the during the entire transaction. Diane paid him, moved towards him and indicated the location of the door. "Thank you," he said checking his hand seeing that he had received a good sized tip in addition to the show. "THANK YOU!" he added. He headed towards the door looking back at Diane as he walked. His smile faded when she stopped following him at the hallway leading towards the door and he finally turned heading out the door. "Did you call another place yet?" she was anxious waiting for an answer. "That wasn't enough for you?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Yes, the pizza should be here shortly. You better get ready." I sat down in the living room chair and reached for the remote. "Not there! In the bedroom!" she ordered as she pointed an angry finger towards the bedroom portion. "Whatever," I signed as I resigned myself to the situation. It wasn't long before there was another knock on the door and someone said "pizza" so I peeked around the corner to see Diane wrapping herself a little better this time and head for the door. She was followed back into the room by a man in his early forties, kind of weird looking. Like the kid before him, he couldn't take his eyes off Diane, even though she remained wrapped in the towel. "Let me get your money," she sounded nervous, maybe even a little afraid. I could see the two of them standing a couple of feet away, with Diane's back to me. She had dropped her towel and her wallet and looked around for me. As she turned in my direction I ducked behind the wall. "Let me get your money," she said louder this time. She turned looking over her shoulder and gave me a glaring look. The guy hadn't taken his eyes off Diane's body and now was moving in her direction. "I'll got this, honey," I pronounced in my strongest voice. I was sizing the guy up in case there was going to be trouble. "Cover yourself up." It probably sounded rougher then I had wanted but she got the message, grabbed the towel covering herself up front and disappeared behind the bedroom wall. I handed the guy a twenty and led him out. "What was that all about/" "You got lucky. That's all. Go and forget about it." "Yeah, right. I'm gonna tell all my buddies about this." "Well, you go right ahead and tell both of them. Even they won't believe you." With that I pushed him out the door and threw the latch. I headed straight for the bedroom where Diane was laying in the middle of the king size bed, working her fingers in and out of her very wet pussy with one hand while playing with her tits with her other hand. "Oh, God! That was so scary. I'm so horny. Fuck me. Fuck me. Come on and fuck me." She was working herself over pretty good. I moved to the window and opened the curtain, allowing light to fill the room. I pulled up the chair that was right there and sat down. "I'll watch. You play with yourself. Tell me what's going on in your head." She was rolling back and forth on her back and traded positions with her hands. Her wet fingers were now sliding over her tits. Making the sun reflect off of the sweet nectar spread across her chest. "Oh, that kid was so innocent. The only naked women he has ever seen is in a magazine or a porno. I just had to flash him right away. It made me so hot knowing he was getting a thrill. When I first turned around,,,," he fingers were buried inside her and she rolled into a fetal position on the bed. She rolled around on the bed making noises as she pinched her nipple and played with herself. "Oh my god, he had a tent pole in his pants even before I dropped the towel. When I dropped the towel I thought it was going to bust through his pants." Again, she lost herself in the story and worked her one hand in and out of her glistening pussy faster and faster moaning as she continued to move around the bed. Sweat covered her body and her scent drifted across the room. "That other guy scared the hell out of me!" She had slowed her motions down and was slowly stroking herself, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling rocking her tits. "I though he might grab me, Ohohoh, I was so scared. The way he looked at me." One hand resumed the rapid movement pounding her pussy lips making squishing sounds from all of the juices that were flowing. "I thought, I thought, OH! GOD!" Her body shook violently as she came, rolling onto her back in the middle of the bed. Her hands dropped off her body leaving her laying naked and unprotected as she drifted off to sleep. I grabbed my cell phone and snapped a couple of pictures. I made one my Picture ID for her phone number.