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The Book Tour

By: spinningwheels2



A year ago I was fortunate enough to have my first book published. I was 46, and though I'd lost touch with the craft for years at a time during my 20s and 30s, I had been a hopeful writer since I was a teenager. Not too long after the book launch (a modest affair at a coffee house in Montreal), I was added to a small list of authors which our publisher sent out on a book tour. It required taking two weeks off from my day job, and, for the most part, was two weeks of travelling just to do small readings at bookshops and public libraries to audiences of 5 to 20 "somewhat" interested listeners.

As anticlimactic as the tour was professionally, on a personal level, it was an adventure, and a rediscovery of someone, and something, I'd lost a long time ago.

The book tour began in Vancouver. The four of us on the tour flew in from our various locations around Canada separately, and were booked into the same hotel for the Sunday night. We did the tour's first reading at the central branch of the Vancouver Public Library on Monday afternoon, but we met for the first time over breakfast at the hotel on Monday morning.

Now, I did know that she was going to be there. The publicist had told me the names of the other authors early in the process, the emails we received included her name, advance publicity had her picture, and, well, she was the "star" of this tour, promoting her 5th book, with two of her earlier titles legitimately described as best-sellers, while two of us were promoting our first, and the other was promoting his second. So, as I went down to breakfast that morning, I knew that Marissa would be there. I knew what she would look like, I knew how her voice would sound, but, after approximately 21 years, I didn't know how it would feel to see her again.

She kept me waiting.

The publicist was at a table in the morning sunlight when I arrived. She was in her late 20s. I had the impression she was the junior publicist out on her first cross-country tour, while the senior publicist stayed in Toronto working on other projects. Her name was Eileen. She was tall, perhaps 5'10, with shoulder length dirty blond hair, smallish breasts from what I could tell, and a busy, "let's work out the details" expression always on her face. She looked up from her cell phone when she saw me, and stood and gave me a hug. 

I had been indecisive in the hotel room about what to wear, and had chosen to dress "up" a bit. I was wearing black dress shoes and slacks, an iron grey dress shirt, sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons left undone, and no tie. Eileen had dressed nicely as well, a black lace pencil skirt and a tight fitting sleeveless blouse. Steve arrived wearing the jogging pants and T shirt he'd apparently just been jogging in on the treadmill. Steve was younger than me, a 29 year old travel adventure writer whose first book about Southeast Asia had been a fairly successful title for our publisher. After Steve, Mary arrived. Mary was probably the oldest of our group, 50+ and, like me, a first time author. She had been a stay-at-home mom and/or an office administrator off and on over the years, but had never given up on her writing, and what she was promoting on this tour was something in the vampire romance arena. Her hair, once red, was fading to something in the blond area. She wasn't an athlete, but she would come to mention long walks, and I guess they account for the general aura of health that she radiated, her smile probably helped with that as well. She was perhaps 5'5, and about 160 pounds.

And so, Eileen the publicist, Mary and myself, the rookies, and Steve the "jock", we waited, for our star, for the woman I'd known 21 years earlier, for Marissa.

When she arrived, the first thing I was aware of were hands on my shoulders, a presence behind me, and then long dark brown hair flitting before my eyes as soft lips left a polite "peck" on my cheek. "Hello everyone," she said, moving to her chair, her eyes finding mine for the first time. "Hello Nathan."

Marissa had gone basic black, with a one piece tight fitting sleeveless dress that ended several inches above her knees. The breasts I'd once cupped and held were still firm, swelling the top of her dress, her long raven-black hair fell loosely past her shoulders, and her thin face with those piercing eyes cast me back a long time, when we had been much much younger.

Steve was the one who demanded an explanation for Marissa's greeting to me, and so we told them, with smiles and humour, while we drank coffee and nibbled on toast, how Marissa and I had gone to McGill together; how I had been the star of the various creative writing classes we'd been in together, and how she had been the star of the women's swim team, and I the stubborn but hopeless swimmer she would pass over and over again in the lanes during open swim hours. 

We didn't tell them about the lost moment that had haunted me for 20 years. The time we had both found ourselves invited to a dinner party at a professor's house, how we had been young, and alive, and how we somehow maneuvered ourselves into a quiet bedroom, where my lips touched her neck as I stood behind her, and my hands found her breasts, and how soon she was lying back on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge, her dress bunched up above her waist, as I knelt at her feet, nibbling and licking my way up her inner thighs, and my tongue just barely finding her when the door opened, the light came on, and our professor's wife lost her mind at what was happening and kicked us out of her house.

After that, the moment that night was lost, and being the end of the spring term of our final year, we never found it again. I fairly quickly left the city for a summer of hard work in northern Ontario, and she eased into the unhappy marriage that would produce two children, but end in divorce in her early 30s. 

After breakfast, Eileen gave us instructions for meeting at the library at 1:30pm, and then quickly became engrossed with her cell phone. Mary wandered off for one of her walks, and Steve seemed to suddenly realize how beneficial a shower might be. Marissa and I were left alone, in the hotel lobby, dressed well enough for a dinner date, and with nothing to do. "Nathan," she said, "you look like you still swim."

"I do."

"Well, the hotel has a pool, and I still swim. Would you like to relive the glory days and watch me pass you in the pool over and over again?"

I smiled. "Sure, that would be great. Want to meet at the pool in about 15 minutes?"

"What floor are you on?"

"The third."

"Well, I'm on the fourth. Be a gentleman and escort me upstairs, and then we'll get your stuff and go for our swim."

We opted for the stairs, and somehow, perhaps teasingly but perhaps not, her arm linked itself into mine. We climbed to the fourth floor, talking a bit about my novel, which, to my surprise, she had both read and enjoyed. She opened the door to her room, and walked in ahead of me, in that tight black dress, her long black hair falling down her back, her hips swaying. "Nathan," she said, stopping near the bed, "help me with this."

She was indicating a clasp at the back of her neck. I stepped close behind her, and brushed her long silky hair to the side with the back of my left hand. I undid the clasp quickly, in fact regretting how quickly it was done, and resisted the urge that came over me to rest my hands on her shoulders, or touch them to her sides and slide them down to her hips. 

"That was... one of the most unfortunate nights of my life," she said softly. Turning towards me as she eased the dress from her shoulders.

"The night of the party at Brooker's house? The night his wife burst in on us?"

"Yes," she said, the dress down below her breasts now, concealed still within her bra. The dress slightly bunching at her hips as she continued to push it down.

"I agree," I said, breathlessly. "And I've thought about that night, often. Very often." I smiled. "Very very often."

"I've always regretted something," she said, the dress falling to the floor, standing before me now in her bra and panties, her body long and pale.

"What's that?" I asked, heat rising within me, feeling saliva begin to collect in my mouth.

"I've had other men where you were that night," she said. "But I've never ever wanted to pull someone deep into my pussy the way I wanted to pull you into me that night, and the way I want to pull you into me right now."

"Well," I said, "you better sit down on the bed then."

Marissa smiled and lowered herself down onto the bed, her feet on the floor. I moved to her and knelt down at her feet, my hands going to her knees. I smoothed my hands up her bare thighs to her hips, and then back to her knees, and then down to her ankles, and then all the way back up to her hips, where I hooked my fingers into her panties, and pulled them down, down her thighs, her legs, to her ankles, and then away.

"Marissa, if you would lean back a bit..." I whispered, as my right hand went to her left inner thigh, my palm flush against her skin, pressing, back and forth, warm. Marissa leaned back on her arms, her chest thrusting slightly up. I let the tips of my fingers move into and stroke the soft brown curls of her hair. Little strokes and brushes, my left hand resting on her bare right leg. I could feel Marissa's body begin to ache, her legs parting further, and as they did, I slid my long middle finger to her, searching, and finding, her clitoris. I stroked it softly with my fingertip, my left hand up and down her bare thigh, Marissa's eyes closed, beginning to softly moan.

Kneeling in my dress slacks and dress shirt between Marissa's legs, I slid my finger lower, just inside her, finding her wet already. I stroked down and up gently, and then slid it deep into her, and when I pulled back again, I added my index finger, and slid both of them long and deep inside her. I continued this way for a few moments, rocking my fingers in and out of Marissa's pussy, looking at her face, her breasts, still hidden by her bra, her admirably tight tummy, her hips, pushing out towards me now.

"Lie back, Marissa" I whispered.

Marissa's eyes met mine for a moment, and then she eased herself down, her back on the bed, her long slim body before me. I leaned in and kissed her left inner thigh. Her right. My hands on her knees. I licked her, kissed her, from one side to the other, moving deeper into her, until my tongue was tasting her curls of hair. I licked her here, licking those curls into my mouth, teasing them and releasing. Finally my tongue found and pressed against her clitoris, as my finger had done moments ago. I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and urged it down and up, and across, and back. Marissa's right hand went to my head now, moaning softly, as her left hand went to her left breast, cupping and squeezing it through her bra.

I pushed Marissa's legs apart further and slid my hands her her hips and ass, and lifting her ever so slightly, pushed my tongue deep deep deep into her wet pussy. I was hungry for her now, hungry to do this, to be just where I was and where I'd imagined myself being for 20 years. I tucked my face deep into Marissa's pussy and tongue fucked her... driving my tongue in and out hard, up and down, lapping up her juice as I felt both of her hands go to my head, her fingers lace into my hair, and felt her pull my head hard and rough into her pussy as she ground her hips up to me as well.

"Nathan," she moaned, her eyes closed, almost breathless on the bed, her body seeming to twitch and pulse with tiny explosions. I wanted to push her over the edge now, and was close to something myself, my cock fully erect inside my pants, swollen, and thick, and dripping precum. I turned my attention back to Marissa's clit, finding it with my lips, and sucking it deep, and hot, and wet, into my mouth. She bucked on the bed as I sucked her back, her ass thrusting up her hands pulling me in, groaning fully now. I sucked her deep again, and again, slowly, but steadily, my hands on the bare skin of her ass, of her sides, her thighs, moving, stroking, adjusting her as she slid and twisted this way and that.

My cock raging inside my pants I began sucking Marissa's clit faster and faster and faster, my face buried deep in her pussy now, my mouth full of her taste, her juice and my saliva dripping down my chin. Marissa groaned and began bucking her hips up at me, and I had to lock my right arm down across her waist to keep her still enough that I wouldn't lose my liplock on her clitoris. I sucked and sucked and sucked her clit hot and deep into my mouth - hungrily, ferociously, as Marissa began crying out on the bed, until finally, her hips and ass thrust up high so high, her hands ground my face into her pussy and her legs locked around my head nearly smothering me... Marissa's orgasm coursed and coursed through her body, and all I could do was hold her legs, her hips, her waist, as she roped us together, thrusting her pussy up over and over again, rocking the waves of her orgasm until they came to an end.

When Marissa's hips settled back down on the bed, and her legs slid from shoulders to my sides and her feet to the floor, I sat back a bit, looking at her. Marissa's pussy was dripping wet, her legs quivering slightly. Her gorgeous skin, her breasts hidden within her bra, her face relaxed and her eyes closed. My erection was waning now, some crucial point had been reached and passed, and I no longer had an urge for release.

But i did want something.

I put my hands on Marissa's legs and began dragging her to me. Her ass crossed the edge of the bed and she slid down, and as her ass bumped to my knees, I pulled her upper body to me, my arms going around her, her arms going around my neck.

"We haven't kissed yet," I whispered.

Marissa's eyes were on mine, a foxy, seductive, wry, expression on her face. "Try me," she said.

Marissa's lips parted as I pressed my mouth to hers. It was an open, hot, deep kiss, a hungry kiss, that tried to make up for 21 years of lost time. My hands moved down to Marissa's ass, squeezing it hard so hard, burying my fingers in her ass cheeks. Marissa moaned in my mouth as I clutched her, as I ran my hands up her sides, as I pressed my hands against the bra wrapping around her breasts and chest.

"Jesus, Marissa," I whispered, as our kiss ended, and as I rested my forehead against her shoulder. She held me in her arms, clutching me to her.

"Nathan," she whispered, "this could be an exciting book tour. One to write a book about."

The Book Tour Ch. 02



Note: Please consider reading the first chapter of this story. 

It can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/the-book-tour 

In the first chapter, Nathan and Marissa, in their mid 40's, rediscover each other after 25 years. 

***** 

Marissa and I spent the first few days of the tour locked down in our hotel rooms in Vancouver and Calgary. What I remember from those first few days are mainly images, sensations - Marissa's long black hair spilling down onto my face, hot water raining down onto our bodies in the shower, running my hands over her body as she dozed, tracing the 20 years of lost time into her skin with my fingertips. 

At one point, lying on the bed in a pool of afternoon sunshine, with Marissa's head resting on my tummy, I asked her what we were doing, and what would come of all this. She lifted her face slightly, touched a finger to my lips, and gently silenced me. In hindsight, that moment speaks volumes, but at the time I didn't understand, as Marissa did all along, that those two weeks would be merely an interlude, a brief escape from daily life, and that the tour would, inevitably, end. 

I didn't quite understand that then. I do now, though there is regret. 

* 

In Regina, Saskatchewan, after a reading at a coffee shop downtown with Mary and Steve, Marissa and I convinced ourselves not to run straight back to the hotel room, but to go out on the town. I took her to a restaurant recommended by my one single fan at the reading. Almost everyone who attended the readings during the tour were there for Marissa, some for Steve and his travel writing, a few for Mary and her foray into the vampire romance genre, and then I, the novelist, had a random fan or two here and there. 

At the restaurant, Marissa and I drank wine, we ate well. We laughed and flirted. Marissa was dressed in black tights and a warm, tight-fitting, cowl necked sweater. I had a wine coloured dress shirt tucked into my jeans, an old hand me down tweed jacket. I enjoyed that night very much. In fact, I enjoyed every moment of those two weeks. It becomes rare, in your '40s, to feel like you are glowing with health, to feel vital. And that is how meeting Marissa again, and (after a lifetime of trying) getting published, made me feel - alive, vital, glowing. And, as it turns out, with the right acquaintances, in the mood to experiment. 

After dinner we found our way to the river, holding hands. The Delta on Spadina Crescent loomed brightly in the dark night, a breeze making the tree branches sway above us. Marissa lifted our clasped hands to her lips, and kissed the back of my hand. "I want to stop in and see Eileen," she said. "I want to double check some details about tomorrow." 

I nodded, but didn't say anything. It was already apparent that our young publicist was in awe of Marissa, and was taking most of her direction regarding the tour from the star of the show. I suppose it was understandable, and could have been expected. Marissa was probably Carlton House's most bankable author, and God knows what her colleagues and superiors at work had told Eileen about handling, or not trying to handle, Marissa - especially as this was Eileen's first solo publicity tour for the publishing house, handed the difficult task of shuttling four authors quickly across the country. 

In the elevator, heading upstairs, I leaned against the wall, holding Marissa against me, my arms wrapped around and clasped at her tummy. I drank in the sense of her, the feel of her, buried my face in her hair. She caressed my forearms with her fingers, and teasingly pressed her gorgeous ass back against me. The chime rang as we reached our floor, and Marissa took my hand as she stepped out of my embrace. "Soon," she smiled, her eyes sparkling. 

When Eileen answered her door, she gasped, startled to see Marissa before her, smiling radiantly. "Hello Marissa. Hello Nathan. How are you?" 

"We're well, Eileen. We were just out enjoying the evening. I wondered if we might talk to you for a moment? I think there are two interviews tomorrow, and then we're travelling again. I just want to make sure everything is in order." 

Eileen nodded, stepped aside, and Marissa stepped past her, pulling me along in her wake. The room had two Queen sized beds, separated by a few scant feet of space. A long dresser stood against the wall across from the bed, a TV sitting on top. The TV was off when we entered, and I noticed an open book lying on the bed, placed upside down to hold Eileen's spot as she answered the door. A small table and chair sat at the farthest end of the room, beneath the window which offered a view of the Saskatchewan River, the night sky. 

Eileen had been reading in bed when we arrived, the covers and blankets turned aside as she'd risen to get the door. The small bedside light she'd been using was actually the only light on in the room. The other bed had not been touched, though it held a skirt and top which were presumably Eileen's choices for the next day. Marissa and I sat on the untouched bed, facing the one where Eileen had been reading. With evident uncertainty, Eileen sat down across from us. She was wearing a loose grey T shirt, and a pair of boxers. She held her hands clasped in her lap, and tried to look comfortable sitting across from Marissa. 

"Eileen," I said, feeling a bit protective of the younger woman, who I guessed to be about 29, when Marissa and I were in our mid 40s. "Eileen, I just wanted to let you know that you're doing a really good job with the tour. Everything is going very well. And I kind of wanted to apologize for the way Marissa and I have been acting. We've made it a bit difficult for you." 

Without quite saying so, I was referring to the way Marissa and I had been effectively locked into our rooms so far, and Eileen had had to pound on our door to get us to move and attend a few events. 

Eileen, very nicely, told me to think nothing of it, that everything was fine, but Marissa reached across the small bit of space between the two beds and put her hand on Eileen's bare knee, and looked her straight in the eye as she said "Nathan's right, you are doing a wonderful job, and we haven't been the easiest people to deal with recently. We do apologize. Sincerely, Eileen, I apologize." 

A moment of understanding passed between the two women, Eileen acknowledging that she had heard and understood Marissa. As she lifted her hand from Eileen's knee and sat comfortably beside me again, Marissa rested her hand on my leg. "Eileen, perhaps it will help if Nathan and I explain what happened, or actually didn't happen, 25 years ago, so that you'll understand how breathtaking it has been to meet each other again." 

"Marissa, you don't have to do that..." 

"We told you, and Steve and Mary, some of the story at breakfast that morning. But there's a bit more." Marissa paused, and looked at me, and squeezed my leg. "You don't mind, do you Nathan?" 

"No," I said softly, wondering what exactly was coming over Marissa. "No, it's fine with me." 

Marissa squeezed my leg tightly, and then ran her hand down to my knee and back, massaging me from knee to hip. She brushed her long, dark brown hair over her shoulder, and smiled as she looked at me. "Nathan and I circled each other in university," she said softly. "We were in classes together, and we happened to meet at the pool frequently. He was, well, much as he is today," she said. She leaned in and kissed my neck softly. "He was tall and fit, with something gentlemanly about him. Dark brown hair, a smile that held nuances that needed exploring, but he never truly let you explore, he just smiled at you and forced you to wonder what it was he was really thinking." 

My hand had gone to Marissa's back. I massaged my palm warm up her spine, my fingers touching into her hair. "Marissa was so beautiful," I said. "And is so beautiful. At the pool - I never told you this Marissa - I'd watch as you pulled your swimcap from your head, your long hair spilling free, water glistening on your skin. So elegant, and athletic, and perfect. And in class so smart, so combative. I always wondered how you could be single. And since it seemed impossible that you were single, I assumed you were with someone." 

"I sometimes was, and sometimes wasn't," she said playfully. "I actually was seeing someone at the time of Professor Brooker's party. I'd been with him for a few months I think." 

I looked at Eileen. She was sitting poised and motionless on her bed, feet touching the floor, her hands on her knees. She was a tall and thin woman - perhaps 5'10, with small breasts and dirty blonde hair that reached just to her shoulders. "Are we going to tell Eileen about Brooker's party?" I asked, looking back to Marissa. 

"I am," she answered. 

In the dim pool of light cast by Eileen's reading lamp, Marissa told the story of Professor Brooker, who had invited a small handful of his favourite students to his house for a dinner party. "As fate would have it," she told Eileen, "Brooker's wife sat Nathan and I down beside each other at the table." 

"And we'd already been looking at each other for years," I said. 

"A long tablecloth hung over the edge of the table," Marissa continued. Her back straightened for a second, a wave of something crossing her face, as she remembered that night 20 some years ago. "I was wearing a dress, and Nathan jeans and a sweater." 

"It was more than just a dress," I said softly. Talking about that night was starting to have an effect on me, and I shifted slightly on the bed, my voice a bit husky. "A tight evening dress that just barely concealed the fact that you were wearing stockings..." 

"But you discovered that I was wearing stockings very quickly after we sat down," Marissa said, smiling. 

"Yes. Yes, I did." 

Marissa looked at Eileen, and then purposefully, or unconsciously, Marissa put her own hand down between her legs, her back arching and her shoulders shrugging as she massaged herself, with her forearm, once, then twice. "Our legs... both of us... we pressed them hard against each other under the table. It was so hot - so insanely hot, for such a small thing." 

"My hand went to your leg," I said. "I brushed the backs of my fingers along what I thought were your pantyhose, and when you seemed to close your eyes and shudder slightly, I moved my hand between your legs, and brushed up into you, finding the edge of your stockings, and then your bare skin, and finding your skin, I stroked you there, with just my fingertips. Tiny strokes." 

Marissa's forearm was still between her legs. She squirmed slightly on the bed as she pressed hard into herself again. My hand was still caressing up and down Marissa's back. I stole a glance at Eileen, sitting motionless on her bed, staring at us, her hands still on her bare knees, and if she was showing any emotion at all, it was just in the tenseness of her body, the whitening of her fingers as they dug into her own skin. 

"Nathan, he, under the cover of the tablecloth, moved his hand, his fingers, to my panties. He rested the heel of his hand on me, and began stroking his three middle fingers up and down, over the material of my panties, against the lips of my pussy." 

"Marissa barely reacted," I said. "A few times, she reached her hand down, and brushed her fingers against the back of my hand, but that was all. She was lifting her spoon towards her lips when I finally slid her panties aside, and put a fingertip directly inside her, stroking just inside her. I could see her quiver, see the spoon vibrate in the air, and after she took it in her mouth, and swallowed the taste of soup, she leaned towards me, and she whispered something... what was it you whispered, Marissa?" 

"Oh God," Marissa half moaned, in the dim light of the hotel room. "I whispered I want you to cum inside me." 

In the hotel room, with Marissa swelling up with lust beside me, and Eileen seemingly becoming more and more tense across from me, my cock became as hard as I can ever imagine it getting, beginning to drip precum into my briefs, soon to be staining my jeans. "Holy christ, Marissa," I whispered. "We should get back to my room, or your room." 

Marissa answered by reaching over and putting her hand on the large bulge in my pants. She worked her hand against me warm and hard, and in spite of the reluctance I still felt, with Eileen sitting across from me and so obviously uncomfortable, my hand came up, cupping Marissa's breast through the thick warmth of her sweater. 

For the first time, Eileen made a sound. "Oh jesus," she whispered faintly. 

"And then," Marissa continued, finding her way back to that distant dinner party, "when we all finally rose, Nathan made a small show for me of licking his fingers clean. The fingers that had been stroking inside me. I took his hand in mine and dragged him from the room. We found a dark spare room near the upstairs bathroom, and Nathan picked me up and pushed me against the wall, his hands on my ass, kissing me so hard. Then he took me over and settled me down on the bed. He knelt down, down below me on the floor. He parted my legs and reached his hand up inside me..." 

"Your arms were all over my shoulders, my head. Mauling me. Pulling me into you," I said. In the hotel room, my hand had dropped from Marissa's breast down between her legs, massaging my palm hot against her through her black tights. Marissa was almost purring now, and across from us, I saw Eileen lift her right hand from her knee, touch her fingers to her lips, brush some wisps of her blond hair back over her ear, touch her lips again, and then brush down over her right breast as her hand went back to her leg. 

"And just as the fireworks were beginning to go off behind my eyes," Marissa said, "just as Nathan had lowered his face down between my legs, and had licked his way up my inner thigh, and had touched his tongue against my wet panties, the lights in the room went on, and our Professor's wife stepped in, and began screaming, and Nathan and I were asked to leave, and twenty years passed until I saw him again on Monday morning at breakfast. And he was still that Nathan from 20 years ago. Oh God Nathan," Marissa purred into my ear, "thank you for still being you." 

"And on Monday morning in Vancouver," Eileen said quietly, speaking for the first time in what seemed quite a while, "after we finished breakfast, did you two find yourselves in that position again?" 

"We did," Marissa said. "He had me sit on the bed, and he knelt down at my feet. He touched me first with his hand, his fingers, and then he did what I'd been dreaming of, what I'd been needing, for 20 years." 

"Can I see?" Eileen asked, her forearm between her legs, squeezed between her thighs. 

Marissa, with her hand on my stomach now, looked at me questioningly, but with eagerness sparkling in her eyes. I could feel her body throbbing with intensity beside me. "Eileen," I said. "Come here, and help me with my jacket, and then, if you'll help me, I'll show you what I did with Marissa that morning." 

Eileen rose and placed one knee on the bed beside me. As I lifted my arms, she slid my tweed jacket free and off of me entirely. She placed it at the bottom of her bed, and then stood against me a second, her hand resting on my back just at the bottom of my neck. 

"Take his shirt off, Eileen," Marissa whispered, sitting back slightly, leaning on one arm, watching us. 

Eileen moved to my front, and I centered towards her, away from Marissa. Her hands went to the buttons running down my shirt. She undid them carefully, but with an eagerness creeping into her movements. A tall woman, she had to bend to reach even the ones at the top, and to do the bottom ones, she lowered herself all the way to her knees. As she did button after button, I noticed Marissa stirring beside me. She sat up on her knees on the bed, straightening her back as her hands went to the wide black belt around her waist. She undid the belt and let it fall aside, and then she pulled her cowl-neck sweater up and off her body. 

With the buttons undone, Eileen pulled my shirt from me. Aware of my bare chest, and Marissa's sweater having been removed, I touched my hands to Eileen's waist, drawing her T-Shirt up and off her body. She shook her head, tossing her hair, as her arms and hands escaped from her shirt. She now knelt between my legs, her chest bare, her small breasts pert and delicious before me. 

I reached out and cupped Eileen's left breast in my hand, massaging it gently. Eileen sighed deeply as I touched her, and I found her eyes moving over to Marissa, watching the older woman as Marissa watched her. Marissa stirred again, and I glanced towards her to watch as she reached her hands behind her and undid the hooks of her bra. Eileen and I both watched as the bra slid away revealing Marissa's beautiful, full, gorgeous tits. For a moment I wanted to fall into her, lower my wet mouth onto one of her breasts and suck it hot and deep into my mouth. But I remained still, and as Marissa looked from Eileen, to me, I smiled, and then playfully reached for Marissa's ankle and dragged her leg out from under her. She helped, falling backwards slightly, her legs still wrapped in black tights pointing out towards Eileen and the edge of the bed. 

I leaned in to take the band of the tights in my fingers, and drew them down off Marissa's hips and thighs. Eileen took over to pull them down Marissa's calves and ankles and feet, as I drew Marissa's panties down off her legs as well. Marissa was naked and gorgeous before us now, her ass just on the bed, her legs over the edge, feet dangling down to the floor. Eileen was still kneeling on the floor, gazing up the length of Marissa's naked body. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reached my hand to Marissa's pussy, just running my fingers through her curls of hair, brushing my fingertips lightly against her lips. I eased the length of my long middle finger just inside Marissa's outer lips, and stroked back forth, making slight contact on her clitoris. Marissa squirmed on the bed, a tiny gasp escaping her lips. 

I slid down to the floor, and noticed that Eileen was still wearing the boxer shorts that she had been wearing when Marissa and I arrived. I moved close to her, my chest to hers, and lowered my lips to her neck, kissing her, licking her skin, kissing down towards her breasts. I put my hands on her hips and dragged her boxers down off her hips and off her ass, letting it slide to the floor. I cupped her bare ass cheeks in my hands as I bent my head further to kiss her left breast, sucking the nipple, opening my mouth wider to capture her small breast fully in my wet mouth. 

"Eileen," Marissa said softly, watching us. "Reach down and undo his jeans, pull his cock out." 

Eileen stretched her left hand down to the bulge in my pants. She pressed her hand hard against my cock, and massaged me back and forth through my jeans. Then she stretched her other hand down as well, and undid my belt, the button, and unzipped me. She reached her hand inside my briefs and took hold of my long swollen shaft, pulling it up and out of my briefs, pushing the waist band of my briefs down below my balls. As I continued to kiss her tits, sucking them wet and hungrily, she pressed and rolled the palm of her hand against the tip of my cock, lubricating her palm with my oozing precum, and then stroked her fist up and down my shaft, spreading my precum up and down the long swollen length of my cock. 

"Oh my God," I groaned, briefly touching my forehead against Eileen's neck as she forcefully stroked her hand up and down my cock. I reached down and put my hand on hers to stop her. "You're going to make me cum," I said. "It's fabulous, but I want to save myself a bit longer. And...," I continued, reaching out to put my hand on Marissa's left knee, "I was going to show you something." 




The Book Tour Ch. 02



"About time," Marissa said, and as I looked at her, I realized she had been sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy the whole I'd been concentrating on Eileen. 

"Are you ready for us, Marissa?" I teased. 

"Oh my God Nathan," Marissa sighed heavily, letting herself fall back fully onto the bed. 

I looked at Eileen for a second. "I'll start," I said softly. "And then I'll move aside to let you lean in and do what you just saw me do." 

Eileen nodded, and watched as I moved fully between Marissa's legs. I licked and kissed and nibbled my way up her inner thighs, from one to the other, and reaching her pubic hair, kissed and licked and swirled my tongue through her hair, in circles around her pussy Finally, I slid my tongue just inside her wet lips, and licked long and firmly from the bottom to the top, finishing by pressing my tongue hard against her clit. 

I moved aside and watched as Eileen took my place. I purposefully pressed the bare skin of my chest and tummy against the bare skin of her side, and as she leaned her blond head in between Marissa's legs, I put my hand on her ass, stroking her skin, massaging her, pressing my finger between her ass cheeks and stroking up and down her crack, loving this woman's naked ass. 

Fixated on the thrilling sensation of stroking Eileen's skin and ass cheeks, I had to come back to the present moment when I realized Eileen had stopped, and was looking at me expectantly. "Your turn again," she said, her tongue pressing teasingly against her upper lip. 

I looked up at Marissa, who was peering down at us, one hand squeezing and massaging her right breast, the other resting for the moment on her tummy. I leaned into Marissa and touched my tongue to her pussy and slid it deep inside her. I tongued her long and hard, straight in and out, as though my tongue was my finger, fucking her with it. My hands were flush against her inner thighs, massaging back and forth against her skin as I buried my tongue deep up into Marissa's wetness. 

I leant back again, letting Eileen take my place. As she buried her tongue in Marissa's pussy, I returned my hand to her ass. I massaged and stroked and brushed her, and then lifted my index finger to my lips and sucked it hard, soaking it in saliva. I placed my hand back on her ass cheek and pressed the tip of my finger against her asshole. I pressed slightly, waiting for Eileen's reaction. She may have quivered slightly, but that was all, so I pressed again, continuing to press until the tip of my finger was inside her asshole. She moaned lightly into Marissa's pussy, and turned her head trying to look back at me. "Keep sucking," I said. "But lick up and down her pussy now, your tongue thick and wet up and down inside her. And then take her clit in your mouth, and suck it deep and hot into your mouth, slowly at first, and then faster, and faster." 

The tip of my finger still in her ass, Eileen moved her lips back to Marissa's pussy. She began those long luxurious licks up and down inside Marissa, making Marissa squirm and wriggle her hips on the bed. As Eileen's lips locked onto Marissa's clitoris and started sucking, an "ohhhh fuck..." escaped Marissa's lips. Her hands went down to Eileen's head and pulled her hard into her pussy. Marissa even crept her feet up from the floor, to the edge of the bed, and began lifting her hips in the air, forcefully grinding her pussy up into Eileen's mouth. 

At Eileen's side, my fingertip still inside her asshole, I reached my right hand down to cup her right breast, squeezing it, and then I trailed my fingers along her tummy, down between her legs. As she brought Marissa closer and closer to climax, I began sliding one finger in and out of her asshole, and with my right index finger, I stroked her clit, making her quiver, and part her legs further for me. At this ever so slight invitation, this eagerness for more, I turned fully to Eileen, my tummy pressing against her right hip. I slid my right hand even lower, and began stroking two fingers in and out of her pussy, which was now dripping wet. 

I moved my left hand to my cock to stroke myself hard, up and down my shaft. I watched for a few more moments as Marissa squeezed Eileen's head between her thighs, rocking her hips up towards the younger woman. Eileen had wrapped her arms around Marissa's legs, then hooked her hands on Marissa's inner thighs, trying to keep her lips locked on Marissa's clit as Marissa lifted her hips higher and higher. I moved behind Eileen, and parted her legs slightly wider, and completely overcome now, slid the purple head of my cock inside her pussy, and then moved my hips up pressing hard against her ass, my long swollen cock immediately deep inside her. 

Eileen squealed something into Marissa's pussy, perhaps "Oh Jesus," in a long lusting but muffled cry. My left hand went to her left hip, holding her firmly, while I played my right hand up the long length of her back, pressing the heel of my hand into her spine. I thrust softly in and out of her, feeling her tight pussy swallowing my cock. I watched, salivating, as Eileen buried her face in Marissa's pussy and Marissa pulled her in, her hips bucking up and down. Marissa was moaning feverishly now, so close to orgasm, and suddenly I wanted to be there too. On my knees up until now, I lifted my left foot and placed it flush on the floor, and with more footing, and with both hands on Eileen's hips, I began driving urgently into her. 

Thrusting into Eileen, I watched as Marissa moaned and cried out, watched as she thrust her hips high into the air as her orgasm came, pulling Eileen's face and mouth and tongue down into her. She spasmed, bucking her pussy up into Eileen' mouth. Eileen drank and drank from her, her blond head almost hidden between Marissa's legs and under Marissa's hands. Finally, as Marissa lowered her hips back down onto the edge of the bed, Eileen pressed her cheek against Marissa's sweaty tummy and whimpered as I thrust my cock in and out of her. 

Marissa looked down the length of Eileen's body and watched me. She lifted Eileen slightly, and then squirmed her way beneath Eileen's body, until Marissa was on her knees on the floor with us, her back against the bed. She wrapped her arms around Eileen and held the younger woman tight against her - their breasts pressed against each other, Eileen's head hanging over Marissa's left shoulder as I continued to pound up inside her. 

Marissa began whispering into Eileen's ear, running her hands up and down her sides, her back. "He's going to cum inside you," Marissa whispered. "Nathan's cock. I love his cock. Can you feel it, feel it so swollen, so full of cum?" Eileen moaned and whimpered as Marissa spoke, leaning heavily into the older woman, sandwiched tightly between my pelvis and tummy, and the long hot length of Marissa's naked body. I ran my hand up and down Eileen's back, her skin so hot to the touch now. My hand touched Marissa's, and I slid my hand up her forearm, and then moved my hand to her left breast. I cupped it from the side and then squeezed hard, digging my fingers into her flesh. 

"Oh God, Nathan," Marissa moaned, tossing her head back slightly, her long dark black hair tossing behind her. She reached down and grabbed Eileen's asscheeks in her hands and pulled Eileen hard against her, lifting the blonde girl's ass slightly in the air. 

"Fuck her, Nathan," Marissa said. She licked Eileen's ear, her eyes on mine. "Fuck her for me. Fill her with cum." 

I squeezed Marissa's tit one last time and then brought my hand back to Eileen's hip, holding her roughly with both hands now. My orgasm was burning inside me, and I slowed my thrusts for a moment, enjoying the long intense pleasure of my hard swollen cock easing in and out of Eileen's wet and tight pussy. I felt her skin beneath my fingers, felt Marissa watching me, and felt overwhelmingly aroused at doing this with Marissa, of pressing this young woman - who had already brought Marissa to orgasm - between us. I stared at Marissa as I moved my hips back and forth slowly - my thick shaft dripping wet and sliding effortlessly in and out of Eileen's pussy. 

Marissa licked and nibbled Eileen's ear. "How does his cock feel, Eileen?" 

"So good, Marissa." 

"Can you feel how thick he is? How swollen?" 

"Yes, yes." 

"Do you want his cum inside you?" 

"Oh God yes Marissa." 

"Every drop? Do you want every drop of him?" 

"All of it, yes all of it Marissa." 

It was too much. I gripped the young woman even more tightly, lifting her higher, thrusting into her wildly. In that dimly lit hotel room, our three bodies writhing together in the narrow space between the two beds, I hammered up into Eileen from behind, my pelvis rushing up against her bare ass, grinding her into Marissa's embrace. Eileen's body jolted as her orgasm came. She clutched Marissa hard and began moaning Marissa's name loudly. I closed my eyes as my own orgasm rushed through me. I drove my hips hard against Eileen's ass, watched as she gripped Marissa's neck and shoulders and ground her ass and pussy back down on me. I continued to thrust in and out of her as wave after wave of cum poured out of me - long gorgeous deep sticking wet thrusts in and out of her pussy. 

Finally, holding Eileen's waist, and slowly emptying my last drops of cum into Eileen with slow squeezes of my ass cheeks, I slid out of her and sat on the floor, leaning against the other bed. My cock was still thick, but softening, covered in sticky cum. Marissa, the dark haired mature beauty, leaned back against the other bed, Eileen, 15 years our junior, in her arms. I reached out and stroked Eileen's bare ass, then slid my hand between her legs, and inserted a finger inside her dripping pussy. Marissa noticed what I was doing, and she shrugged slightly, causing Eileen to lift her head and chest from Marissa's shoulder. 

"Nathan," Marissa whispered, and recognizing the look in her eye, I lifted my hand and reached my fingers towards her lips. She sucked my index and middle fingers deep inside her mouth, and Eileen, her face just inches from Marissa's, watched as Marissa sucked the younger woman's juice from my fingers. Eileen's hand went to Marissa's left breast, squeezing it hard, and then she put her lips to the back of my hand, kissing me, licking my finger, and then kissing Marissa's lips while my finger still remained in Marissa's mouth. I pulled my finger away and watched as Marissa and Eileen began to kiss hungrily with open wet mouths. Eileen still knelt on, and over, Marissa's lap, her pussy brushing against Marissa's bare tummy as she bent her head to Marissa's mouth. 

Marissa's hands were on Eileen's ass again, fingers digging hard into Eileen's flesh as Eileen's naked body squirmed and writhed against Marissa. Eileen's hands were on Marissa's face, her cheeks, tilting Marissa's head up so that she could drive her tongue down into her mouth. I moved across the narrow space between the beds and pressed myself close to Marissa. I reached my hand under Eileen's ass, down between Marissa's legs, and slid my fingers into Marissa's pussy... fingering her deep as she and Eileen kissed. 

Marissa's left hand came off Eileen's ass, and wriggled it's way into my lap. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and she began stroking me as she kissed Eileen. Already hard, it was only seconds before I was long and thick enough to be ready for more. "Marissa," I whispered, reaching my right arm around her back to half lift her ass from the floor. 

Marissa helped me, and Eileen shifted her weight and watched as I moved Marissa's ass to my lap, and lowered her pussy down onto my swollen cock. "Oh God, Nathan," Marissa moaned, her hands still on Eileen's naked body. Eileen had paused, her weight on her left knee, her hands on Marissa's shoulders. She looked at us uncertainly, slim and beautiful in the dim light of the reading lamp behind her. 

"Keep kissing her, Eileen." I said. I lifted my hips and thrust my cock up into Marissa's pussy. I reached around her and took her full gorgeous tits in my hands. "Keep kissing her."



The Book Tour Ch. 03



Note: Please consider reading the first two chapters of this series.

The first chapter can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/the-book-tour

In that chapter, Nathan and Marissa, in their mid 40's, rediscover each other after 25 years.

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In Kingston, Ontario, we did a reading at the university library. Afterwards, the four authors decided to eat out at Chez Piggy - a famous local restaurant near the water. It was mid-May,and warm. Marissa, Mary, Steve and I were all dressed nicely following our reading. Like me, Steve, our 29 year old travel-adventure writer, was dressed in slacks and a dress shirt. Where I was also wearing a tie and a tweed jacket, Steve had left several of his shirt buttons undone, his cuffs rolled up to his forearms. Mary, who I'd now learned was 59, and was having a bit of a hit with her first book, a vampire romance novel, was in a black evening dress, cut low at her chest, showing some of the swell of her ample breasts. She had a pearl necklace which matched the pearls dangling from her ears, her short blond hair hanging down just to her neck, her bangs cut in a straight line above her eyebrows, a happy smile radiating from her face as it always did.

Marissa, my old flame from university who, after 20+ years I'd been reunited with on this book tour across Canada, was dressed in a long, slim, hip and body hugging red dress. The hem at the bottom went to her knees, and, looking from bottom to top, it clung tight to her hips and ass, narrowed at her waist, hugged her breasts tightly within its solid one piece top, and then the narrow straps slid about her neck, leaving her arms and shoulders bare.

In the restaurant, we were seated somewhat in a corner. Marissa and I sat together, our backs to the stone walls. Mary and Steve were across from us, the open expanse of the busy restaurant behind them. I'd been to Chez Piggy before, and had always enjoyed it. The thick stone walls gave a hint of a medieval castle, but the restaurant was brightened up by modern décor and soft, pleasant lighting.

Seemingly unable to stop touching each other since we'd been reunited a week earlier, when the tour had started in Vancouver, it wasn't long before Marissa's ankle and foot were lying across mine, and my body was aching for more of her, more of this sensuous woman with her lithe swimmer's body. I moved my leg close against hers, and we remained that way, legs pressed together, gentle movements against the other hinting at something more to come later. 

We chatted happily, and enjoyed our meals. At one point Steve casually asked Mary how she kept healthy, probably appreciating, as I had, that despite being nearly 60, and at 5'5 and around 165 pounds had some flesh on her bones, Mary glowed with energy and had a warm sexual aura about her. She said something about long walks, which I'd heard her mention before, and then she added "And sex," lifting a forkful of steak to her lips, "preferably anal."

Steve coughed some beer down onto the table. I froze, my knife and fork in the air, staring at Mary, who chewed her steak contentedly. "Holy shit," Steve gasped, wiping beer from his chin. "Mary! Seriously?"

"Of course," she said, matter of factly. "Have any of you used the back door?" We shook our heads, and Mary turned to Marissa. "You haven't tried it at all, Ms Sexy Bottom? As you and Nathan have been hammering 20 years of lost time into each other, you haven't waved your ass up at him?"

Marissa flushed, surprising the hell out of me. I had never seen this elegant and sexual woman embarrassed, and now it was happening before my eyes. "Nooo...," Marissa said slowly, looking across the table at Mary. "And I'm not sure that Nathan and I are hammering 20 years of lost time into each other either."

"You had better be," Mary said. "Look at that handsome bastard. I'd be climbing him like a tree if I were in your shoes. And Steve, you and young Ms. Eileen might as well get something going as well. The two of you are too young and hot to be wasting time just being pleasant."

"How do you know I'm not in a relationship?" Steve said. "Or Eileen for that matter? Maybe we have commitments to someone."

Mary shrugged, sitting back, looking, if I'm to be honest, radiantly gorgeous in her black evening dress, pearl necklace about her neck. "Well, what is your story Mr. Travel-Writer? Who are you living with wherever it is that you call home?"

Now it was Steve's turn to be embarrassed. I think even his ears turned red as he squirmed in his chair. "Well, I live with someone. She's a bit older."

"Oooo.... Intriguing," Mary purred saucily. "Is she my age? Or older? Who is she?"

Steve glanced uncomfortably at me, and at Marissa, wine glasses and half finished plates of food on the table between us. "She's a bit older than you, Mary. Couple of years older, I don't know. I guess you could call her my patron."

"Holy jesus!" Mary exclaimed, her face bright with interest. "You're living with an older woman as your patron? You're studding it up for a free place to live? Is that what you mean?"

Steve's ears went even redder. "Well....," he muttered. "You know..., I mean Jesus... I don't know about you guys, but I'm not exactly making a fortune in this business. Plus I'm travelling enough that renting a place long term doesn't make much sense."

"I'm not making any money," I said, trying to help Steve out. "In fact, I'm probably losing money."

"I'm making money," Marissa said.

"Oh, we know you're making money," Mary retorted. "I'm making a bit. I'm going to be doing some reno's on the house with my vampire money. But...," and she turned back to Steve with a sly grin, "we're letting a deliciously uncomfortable gentleman off the hook here. Do tell us about your patron! What is she like? And what does she like you to do for her?"

"No no no," Steve muttered, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair. "I'm not going into all that. Sorry Mary. You'll just have to use your imagination on that one."

"Well Steve," Mary said, and I watched as her hand very obviously disappeared under the table, and as Steve jerked suddenly in his chair, casting a quick worried glance at Mary. "Here's my imagination at work on what you'd be doing for me if I were your patron. The dishes, obviously. Slaving away in my kitchen, wearing, hmm... an apron... a cowboy hat. Tight rubber briefs." She winked across the table at Marissa. "I'm not into bums and cocks hanging free and hairy all the time. I like a bit of mystery about the package a man is carrying. And rubber can just be so sexy. And tight."

Mary was obviously stroking Steve's crotch now. There was no mistaking the motion of her arm, nor the gooey, melted expression of pleasure washing across Steve's face. I looked behind the two of them, at the patrons at their tables in the middle part of the restaurant, then I looked off to the sides of the restaurant, at the staff going about their business. No-one seemed to have noticed anything, and feeling emboldened, and aroused, my hand went to Marissa's leg. Her dress was too tight, and too long, for me to reach my fingers down between her inner thighs, and so I just brushed my hand warm along her thigh, back and forth, and felt her stir and sigh beside me.

"There'd have to be a lot of butt-play," Mary continued. "Butt-worship to be more exact. I'd expect to position myself near my easy chair, leaning forward slightly, and have you kneeling on the floor behind me..., pressing your hands to my ass cheeks and spreading them wide, and sliding your tongue deep inside my asshole... rocking it back and forth... lubing me up with your spit and saliva, getting me nicely worked up and ready for when you stand up behind me with your cock in your hand."

Steve was absolutely melting. Nothing on that side of the table had been unzipped, and so nothing flesh to flesh was happening, but Mary was deeply deeply massaging the younger man's crotch, and between that, and the scene she was describing, I thought it only a matter of moments before I witnessed my first orgasm at a restaurant dining table.

Although the motion of her arm continued, Mary did look across the table at Marissa and me, and ask "Am I offending anyone here? Should I stop?"

I waited for Marissa for a few seconds, and then said "No, not on our account. In fact a touch of under-the-table action is happening over here as well."

Marissa nodded quietly towards Steve. "And I, for one, am eager to see the inevitable and eventually embarrassing climax that is about to happen over there. So yes, please, continue."

Mary stroked down hard on Steve's crotch, and now I felt Marissa's hand slide into my lap, her fingers - fingers only - stroking across the bulge which had formed there. "I'd want you, Steve, to stand up behind me in those blue rubber briefs of yours. I'd want to look over my shoulder as you slowly peel them down, your long swollen cock springing free. You have to bend and, inch by inch, drag those briefs down your long muscular legs. And then I want you to spit into your hand and smooth spit and your own precum up and down the length of your cock. Then you place a hand on my hip as I reach back and hold my asscheeks wide for you, and you guide your purple tip against my asshole and thrust hard... digging it deep into me suddenly... finding my asshole relaxed and accustomed to long swollen things being plunged into it."

Steve sat upright in his chair and leaned an elbow onto the table, his forehead resting in his hand. Mary massaged and massaged him, her arm a gentle piston. "And then you thrust in all the way, my little boy-toy. Mommy is keeping a roof over your head and she wants it deep and thorough. Rocking back and forth, back and forth, slow and long and thorough at first, your hands on both my hips, fingers tight in my flesh, as I grind my ass back against you. And then," and she massaged Steve as though she wanted to finish him now, putting her full shoulder into her efforts, "you quicken your pace... tall and naked and athletic and strong behind me. I'm pushing hard back against you, my tits swaying below me, feeling your cock hammering me in my naughty place. Your swollen cock splitting me open and feeling sucked dry by my asshole until you can't hold back anymore, and with a gasp, you fill me up, and I feel your hot cum explode in my ass, feel you moan and buck and spasm behind me."

And, as she said this, and finished her story, Steve moaned, and sighed, and melted.

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As playfully cruel as it was to bring Steve to orgasm at the dinner table, Mary was in fact very kind and considerate to him on the way back to the hotel. She loaned him her shoulder-wrap to hold before him as we all stood up from the table and walked out of the restaurant. She suggested that he walk close behind her and then stand tight behind her as we waited on the sidewalk for a taxi back to the hotel. I myself didn't really see the sticky stain in Steve's crotch until we entered the hotel elevator, and Steve sensed enough privacy to let Mary have her wrap back. I pressed the button for the 5th floor, where I knew all of our rooms were, and then heard Marissa say "None of us are going to bed now, are we?"

"Ooo, the femme fatale speaks," Mary teased. "What are you proposing Marissa?"

Marissa, tall and beautiful in her tight red dress, linked her arm around my waist. "I think we're all a bit worked up, and it would be a shame to let such a good story go to waste. I think you and Steve should act out your scene for us. Perhaps Nathan and I can watch and learn something."

"I like the way you think, Ms. Marissa," Mary said. She nodded at Steve and me, "and what do the boys think?"

Steve and I both nodded. Eagerly. Mary's hands reached down to my crotch and Steve's, and pressed warm on us. "Well, I want a quick present before we get started. I want the boys to kiss."

"What?" Steve gasped. "I'm straight."

"Me too," I said. "And why do I have to kiss him?"

Mary shook her head. "If the boys want to play with and watch Mary tonight, they'd better kiss."

I was about to call her bluff, because she was easily as hot for some action as we were, but suddenly Steve's lips met mine and his tongue dove into my mouth. Mary's hand massaged my cock as she purred in our ears, "That's right boys, mmm. Yummy. Keep it up till the bell rings, till the chime chimes, wet and naughty boys. Mmmmm..."

So, what can I say. We kissed until the bell rang announcing the fifth floor.

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On the 5th floor, Marissa slunk down the hall in one direction, while Steve, Mary and I headed for Mary's room in the other. I wasn't sure what was on Marissa's mind, but I soon forgot about her as, inside Mary's room, the older woman moved to me, pressing her chest to mine, and, too short to reach her arms around my neck, placed her hands slightly on the backs of my arms. "Mr. Strong and Silent," she whispered, "let's have a taste."

As relentlessly hungry as I'd been for Marissa, I'd also been in close quarters with Mary for over a week now on this tour, and had watched her as men do – finding moments to look at her breasts, her ass, imagine my hands on her, imagine my cock in her mouth. Pressed close to her like this, I felt all of these things sweep through me urgently, and I bent my head towards her and pressed my mouth open and wet to hers. Her tongue went into my mouth and I sucked it wet, hot, moving my body tighter against hers, my sudden erection pressed against her soft belly.

Perhaps learning from the scene Mary had described in the restaurant, Steve knelt down behind her, and slowly lifted her dress up above her ass and held it at her waist. He kissed Mary's soft, fleshy ass cheeks, on the right, then across, to the left. He licked her skin, nibbled her, and I could feel some conflict within Mary over whether to grind her ass back towards Steve, or grind her pussy more tightly into me.

I kissed Mary's cheek, her neck, licked my tongue around her earlobe, and pushed the tip of my tongue slightly into her ear. I helped Steve by taking Mary's dress in my hands, holding it at her waist to stop it from falling, and he was able to hook his fingers into her panties and pull... down, down, down, until Mary stepped casually out of them and then spread her legs wide. As had been described, Steve put his hands on Mary's asscheeks, and held them apart. He touched his wet tongue into her asscrack and licked her up and down, from bottom to top and top to bottom over and over, until, finally, he touched the tip of his tongue to her asshole.

I was now mostly something for Mary to lean into. A tall, fit, handsome-enough man in casual dress clothes in a very dimly lit hotel room. Lean into me she did, sighing, moaning, as Steve began to slide his tongue in and out of her asshole and she squirmed with delight, pushing her ass back at him. She put a hand up to the back of my neck and pulled my head down, placed her lips to my ear. "I don't really need the help," she whispered confidentially. "I have a dildo up my ass every couple of days. I just love having a man's tongue in my asshole."

I felt for buttons at the back of Mary's dress, and finding none, simply tugged it up and off her body, Mary helping by raising one arm and then the other. She was wearing nothing but a bra and pearls now, leaning into me as Steve continued to work on her ass. Mary reached down with one hand, holding onto me with the other, and pulled the tongue of my belt from the loops, and then, with some effort, freed it from the buckle. With thumb and index finger she flicked open the button of my pants, and then, more easily, slid my zipper down. She reached inside my briefs to find me already hard and dripping precum. "Nathan," she moaned, as she stroked me, her fist full of my cock, "bring that desk chair over here." 

I stepped back, and took the moment to pull my slacks and briefs from my legs, my socks from my feet, my jacket and shirt from my upper body. I tossed my jacket in the general direction of the door to the room, then heard someone knock gently. Looking through the peephole, I saw Marissa, and so opened the door and let her in, slightly surprised to hear Eileen, our 28 or 29 year old publicist, say my name and walk in behind Marissa.

There weren't many places for them to go, and so they went to one of the two Queen sized beds in the room, and sat down together. If Steve noticed their arrival he gave no indication, for he continued to tongue Mary obediently, as though, having now learned this way to pleasure a woman, he would never do anything else. I moved the requested desk chair to Mary, and she leaned forward on it, still standing. "Come here Nathan," she moaned, and when I got close, she used the chair to support herself and leaned down to my cock, taking the head into her mouth, and began sucking it fiercely, the tip first and then sloppily and wet up and down the length of my shaft.

After the first few moments of pleasure, I recovered just enough to look down at Steve and say "Steve, I think she'd appreciate part II now." He stood up quickly, undid his pants, and slid them with his briefs to the floor. He placed a hand on her ass, moving up against her, but Mary pulled her mouth from my cock and hissed "Come here first Stevie, come over to Nathan."

She slid down to her knees on the floor, still wearing her bra and pearls, her bangs in a straight line above her eyes. With Steve and I standing together naked, she took our cocks in her hands and stroked them hard, looking up at us appraisingly. When her mouth went to my cock again I eased my hips towards her, my hand going to the back of her head. She bobbed wet and hungrily up and down my shaft, and then moved to Steve's cock, gobbling the tip as she'd done mine, and then lathering a messy layer of saliva up and down his shaft. "Okay Nathan," she murmured, "you're in the chair darling."

I sat down in the desk chair in the middle of the room, and watched as Mary inched to me on her knees. She rested her arms on my legs, lowered her head to my belly, and teased her ass back and forth at Steve. "Okay darling," she murmured, "get down here and do something with that nasty cock of yours."

Steve knelt down on one knee, his other leg bent, the foot flat on the floor. He pushed his swollen cock down between Mary's legs, and let it spring up, the long shaft touching her pussy, the tip touching her tummy. He eased himself back and forth a few times like this, stroking between her legs, and then swayed back, took his cock thickly in his fingers, and touched the tip to Mary's asshole. He pressed, slightly unsurely, and paused immediately when Mary flinched away ever so briefly, but when she pressed back to him he pressed in further, and further, removing his hand, placing it on her waist, driving inside her, both hands on her waist now, fucking her.

I was cradling Mary in my lap. My right hand was wrapped about her neck, my fingers in her hair, my left hand on her back, stroking her skin. Her face was on my tummy, my cock erect and swollen and pinned against me by her breasts and neck. It was so hot having her in my arms like this, as Steve thrust and thrust his cock up into her asshole, his athletic naked body working below me. I looked through the dim light to the bed, at Marissa and Eileen, who I'd spent a night with, and then another, a few days ago. They were lying on pillows at the head of the bed, watching. Marissa was still in her long red dress, Eileen wearing jeans and a black sweater. Marissa's hand was on Eileen's leg, stroking softly as she watched the show.

Indifferent before, I now wanted Mary's soft full breasts to be free, and so I undid the two clasps and felt the bra pop open. Grinding her ass back into Steve's thrusts, Mary lifted herself from me and removed the straps from her arms. She must have guessed what was on my mind, for she leaned forward, swallowed my cock in her mouth, and left a long layer of saliva up and down my shaft. She licked and spit on my shaft, and then took her breasts in her hands and squeezed them together over my cock, enveloping me in soft warm flesh. I bucked my hips up, thrusting my cock between her tits, looking down at her eager hungry face, at the pearls around her neck, her hands holding those gorgeous huge tits on my shaft as she moved her upper body up and down to match my movements.




The Book Tour Ch. 03



I put my hands on her bare shoulders as I thrust up into her, and groaned when she again took me in her mouth. She released her breasts and took the base of my shaft in her left hand, holding my cock firm as she lowered her mouth down onto me, taking me deep into her throat. I put my hand on her head, entwining my fingers into her hair, helping guide her mouth up and down my length. I watched as Steve's body spasmed suddenly, and as he groaned, and as he began cumming hard inside Mary. She moaned on my cock, feeling his warm spray inside her, and I watched Steve continue to thrust as he came, and then his thrusts slow, and then watched as he eased out of Mary's ass, and let himself rest down on the floor, his long cock sticky with his own cum.

"Come here, Mary," I said.

Flushed with lust and exertion, Mary eagerly stood up, placed a hand on my shoulder for support, and reached her other hand down to find my cock. I put my hands on her ample hips and moved her to me, and helped as she guided my purple tip to her pussy, and then eased herself wet and hot and delicious onto my cock. I almost came right away, so turned on by everything that had gone on before. I caught my breath though and relaxed into the sensation of this amazingly sexual woman swaying and rocking on my cock. She was smiling radiantly as she always did, her face slightly above mine, that pearl necklace before me.

"Mary doesn't mind it a little bit rough," she whispered to me. I reached my hand up her back, and locked my fingers into her short blond hair. I pulled her hair, her back arching, her breasts rising up before me. I leaned in and sucked them hungrily, cupping her right breast with my free left hand and sucking it hot and wet into my mouth. I moved to her left breast, sucking and licking and gobbling her flesh, Mary rocking her pussy back and forth on my cock.

I let go of her hair and moved my hands to her full gorgeous ass, digging my fingers in deep. "I want to cum inside you, Mary," I moaned, ready to cum now, and wanting to fill this little sex-pot of a woman up. "I want to cum over and over and over inside your pussy Mary."

Mary put a hand into my hair and pushed my head back, and pressed her mouth hot to mine, kissing me wet and hungrily, her tongue deep in my mouth. Then she leaned back, her hands on my shoulders, and on my neck, and smiled wickedly at me as she steadily swayed her hips and her pussy back and forth. I was somewhat in awe of this insanely hot 59 year old woman – she was making me feel delirious. Perhaps it was how much she obviously enjoyed sex. Or perhaps those pearls startlingly crisp and expensive above her full breasts. Or those straight pseudo-innocent blond bangs. 

Whatever it was, it was working.

I grabbed Mary's ass hard and stood up, and carried her quickly to the nearest wall. Naked, her breasts pressed to my chest, her skin burning, Mary hugged tight to me, and then leaned back into the wall as I moved one hand, and then the other, to the inside of her legs – holding her by her inner thighs and holding her legs well open as I began thrusting my cock long and deep inside her. Mary's breasts heaved up towards my face, and I leaned in briefly to lick her neck, lick her chest, and run my tongue along her necklace of pearls. But then, needing to cum, I closed my eyes and concentrated on my cock, on Mary's pussy, altering my angle, raising & lowering Mary slightly, until I found that spot where my long swollen cock felt agonizingly stimulated and caressed all along its 8 inch length.

And finding that spot, I enjoyed it.

I held Mary's legs open, and thrust 8 inches of cock relentlessly into her pussy. My cock – swollen, aroused, agonizingly hard, was slick with her juices, and mine... sliding in and out of her pussy frantically... her pussy hot and wet and delicious, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Held in my hands, leaning back against the wall, her soft delicious body bouncing and grinding on my cock, Mary moaned my name, though her usual saucy banter was now reduced to repeating "Fuck me, Nathan" over and over and over. I could feel the film of sweat on our bodies meeting and merging at our tummies, feel the slick gorgeous touch of her tits against my chest. I met Mary's eyes and held her gaze, and then leaned in slightly to slide my tongue in her mouth and then move my lips to her ear and whisper "I'm going to cum in you Mary, you hot hot saucy bitch..."

I stutter-stepped, one foot moving slightly forward, as my orgasm came. My back arched, my tummy pressing hard into Mary, as the first long gush of cum blew into her. Mary moaned and melted and clung and came as well... wrapping her arms hard around my neck squeezing her legs around me now and milking my cock in her pussy. I continued to thrust through my orgasm – spasm after spasm of cum filling Mary up. When my cock slid out of her now it was sticky and dripping with our juices. As my orgasm rippled through me... I leaned into her, resting, my cheek to hers, and listened to her whisper my name, moan about my cock, sigh about her aching pussy.

I began to lower Mary to the floor, but she laughed and begged me not to, telling me she wouldn't be able to stand. My arms aching now, I carried her towards the beds. Marissa and Eileen were still lying back on one, and Steve had leaned back against the pillows of the other, all of them watching the show. I lay Mary down on Steve's bed, and straightening up, my cock finally slipped long and dripping out of her pussy. Marissa and I caught each other's eye, and she gave me a wry, smiling nod. Beside Steve, Mary reached her hand down between her legs and gave herself a good massage, then brought her fingers to her lips for a taste. "Jesus," she laughed, "I was wondering when the fucking was going to start around here."

*****

Mary was apparently enough of a red wine connoisseur to keep a few bottles ready in her hotel rooms as we'd been travelling across the country. She had two wine glasses with her, which she and Eileen ended up with, and the rest of us made do with the paper cups kept beside the small coffee maker. 

Neither Steve, Mary or I bothered to clean up, or get dressed, and after I sat down against Mary's legs, the three naked people were on one bed, with Eileen and Marissa sipping their wine fully clothed on the other. Only a desk lamp on the far side of the room was lit, so we talked in shadows, a rippling and timeless feeling pervading the night. The wine revived Mary quickly, and she needled some more information out of Steve about his patron, and the services he provided for her. Mary also got Marissa and Eileen and I to describe our few nights together, and what we'd gotten up to. She also gave us several long, and fascinating, stories about her sexual escapades through her life – group action, bisexuality, 20-something younger men from grocery stores.

"How about double penetration," Marissa asked. "Have you done that?"

"I have," Mary replied. "It's yummy."

Marissa squeezed Eileen's leg slightly. "While the action was happening, Eileen and I commented that we had never seen that, and that we'd like to."

"Oh you would, would you?" Mary laughed. "What are you – a quarterback calling out plays now? Do you want a clipboard and a pencil?"

"You don't want to?"

"Oh I want to," Mary said. "Look at these two handsome fuckers. Life is too short to pass up men like these." She turned from me to Steve. "How do you boys feel, ready for a bit more fun?"

Already feeling blood rushing down to my cock, it would have been ridiculous to claim that I wasn't interested, but I also didn't really want to be a show pony doing tricks for an audience. "Marissa, I think Steve and I could be persuaded into a bit more fun. But I think you and Eileen should roll your sleeves up a bit and help us out."

"Help out how?" Marissa purred, teasingly.

"Steve," I said, looking over at him, lying naked and alert on the other side of Mary, "do you think a bit of oral action might get us in the mood?"

"I think it would," he said, glancing over at the two women. "I think so indeed."

Naked, our cocks stirring between our legs, Steve and I were soon sitting side by side on the edge of the bed, staring across the tiny bit of space between the beds at Eileen and Marissa, similarly seated side by side on their bed. The way we'd slid to sitting positions had left Marissa staring at Steve, and Eileen staring at me. Marissa caught my eye for a second, casting a tempting and beguiling half wink, and then she reached down and squeezed Eileen's knee, and the two women eased themselves down to the floor. On my left, Marissa cupped Steve's balls in her left hand, the fingers of her right hand taking his purple tip and softly caressing it. Steve wasn't hard yet, his cock drooping but now growing in Marissa's hands. She began stroking it softly in her fingertips, smiling as it lengthened and swelled.

I'd had Eileen's hands and mouth on me before, and was eager for more. A tall slender woman, with shoulder length blond hair and small breasts, she was somewhat a physical counterpoint to Marissa's slinky, curvy, brunette physicality. She took my thickening shaft in her right hand, holding it near the base, and lifted it up. She licked my purple head a few times, tasting my cum and Mary's as well. Then she pursed her lips and let a long heavy drop of spit slide down to my cock. She quickly captured it in her right hand, smoothing the spit up and down my shaft as she stroked me in her fist. I groaned in Eileen's grip, my eyes closing briefly, and then nearly came when I looked to my side to see Marissa – tightly wrapped in that red dress – lower her mouth onto Steve's now erect cock. Her left cheek, the cheek on my side, bulged as she sucked him, and I wondered if that had been planned for the effect it would have on me. Good God – Marissa's long raven black hair falling over her shoulders, down her back, her head turning and twisting, her lips sucking Steve's tip, and then I was brought back to Eileen as her lips took me in, began sucking my purple tip like a lollipop, gobbling and sucking sloppily and wet, and then her mouth moving down my shaft, taking me deep, tickling the back of her throat, and then beginning to bob up and down on me, my fingers threading into her hair, matching her movements, pulling her head down and back and down and back.

Steve leaned back on both arms, the muscles in his naked arms and chests rippling under his skin, as Marissa began licking up and down his long shaft. Her tongue, pink and wet, dragging along his sensitive skin, pressing sometimes into his small pee-slit. He was fully erect and swollen now, Marissa's hands on his legs as she worked him with tongue and mouth only. Then her mouth closing on him again, those full sexual lips, her head moving forward into his crotch as she swallowed him deep. I leaned back, resting on one hand. In her jeans and black sweater, Eileen's blond head bobbing excruciatingly pleasurably on my cock, beside me, in her red dress, Marissa's dark head bobbing up and down on Steve's cock.

"I'm going to cum," I gasped, to no one in particular, though it made Eileen suck me once, twice, more, and then pull back and off, looking to me and to the others questioningly.

"Scooch back on the bed Steve," Mary whispered, from some other dark dimension just behind me. Marissa's mouth left him as Steve pushed himself back, long and fit, lying on his back crossways across the bed. I was looking at Eileen and Marissa, shoulder to shoulder on their knees between the two beds, saliva and precum dribbling from their lips, as Mary moved around on the bed. She threw a leg across Steve's hips, reaching down for his cock, her heavy breasts swaying down to his chest. She moaned as she slid her pussy down onto his shaft, moaned again when his hands found her ass and he squeezed his fingers hard into her flesh and thrust his cock up into her.

Mary bent her chest down to Steve's, her breasts squishing hard against him, her ass perking up higher in the air. I almost drooled at the sight, unexpectedly yearning to be part of this physical coupling. I clambered up onto the bed, threading a knee, a foot, between and over the naked limbs of Mary and Steve. I put my right hand on Mary's lower back, and massaged my hand warm up her spine, then back, then up again, my left hand resting on her hip, her skin tingling and burning warm. Steve was thrusting slightly up into Mary, who was milking his cock gently in her pussy. I reached down and took my cock in my fingers, and brushed the thick shaft back and forth across her ass cheeks like a brush, the flesh-to-flesh contact almost too much for me already.

In the dim light I watched Mary, with her short blond hair, her sinfully fleshy 59 year old body, pleasure herself on Steve, 30 years her junior. And as I pulled my ass back from Mary, guiding the tip of my cock to her asshole, I felt hands touch my shoulders. Marissa had stood up and was right behind me. She leaned in and kissed my cheek, wickedly licked her tongue into my ear. "Fuck her, Nathan," she whispered. "Drive that long gorgeous throbbing cock of yours into her asshole for me. I want to see you cum in her again."

I eased forward, Mary's asshole taking me easily, taking my tip, and taking inch after thick inch of my shaft, until I was buried deep within her, my hands on her ribs, holding her just under her breasts, as Steve's hands held her ass.

Mary had moaned and sworn as I slid into her, nodding her head, her eyes closed, her face burying into Steve's neck and onto his shoulder. She mumbled and whispered something to Steve, something that I couldn't hear, but soon he was thrusting softly up into her, matching a down and back rhythm that Mary was beginning, down onto his cock, then back against me, and my hands firm on her, I found my way into the rhythm, pressing into her as she pressed her ass back to me. 

Mary seesawed herself on and along and off the two cocks inside her, her asshole deliciously tight on my cock, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Steve massaged and groped her ass, and I began to do the same to her heavy swaying breasts. Squeezing them roughly in my hands, pinching the nipples, then rubbing the heel of my right hand up and down her spine, taking her pearl necklace in my fist, and squeezing, then releasing, and locking my fingers into her hair, pulling her head up off of Steve's shoulder.

"Mary," I whispered through the thick fog of lust in the room, "have you ever had two sexy women suck your breasts while one man thrust his cock up into your pussy, and another man thrust his cock into your ass?"

Mary shook her head, unable to speak, and soundlessly, Marissa and Eileen crawled onto the bed alongside Steve and Mary's bodies. On my right, Marissa's left hand touched the naked skin of Mary's side, as Marissa leaned in to kiss and lick the side of Mary's right breast. Eileen positioned herself on Mary's left, her right hand finding Steve's hand on Mary's ass. Eileen kissed Mary's side, then moved to the side of Mary's left breast, and then she eased herself down almost onto her back on the bed, taking Mary's nipple and breast deep into her mouth as Mary lifted slightly and rolled gently to her right.

My orgasm too urgent to ignore now. I slid my left hand under Mary's tummy, and pressed my right hand down on the base of her spine, thrusting hard, harder, my eyes closed, feeling the waves rise within me. Mary was swearing nastily now, her right arm anchored into the blankets on the bed, holding herself up, as she bucked backwards onto me and down onto Steve. "Fuck," I moaned, my teeth locked together, my eyes closed, as I let the first gush of cum empty out of me. Marissa's hand went to my ass as I came, squeezing my ass-cheek as jet after jet of sticky cum emptied out of me. 

Steve came almost immediately after me, thrusting his hips up so high at his first explosion that all of our five pairs of hands lost their places on each other's bodies. As he came, I felt the immensely strange sensation of Mary's muscles working to milk the cum from Steve's cock, feeling it as though from behind those muscles, feeling the after-effects of what Steve would be feeling. 

Mary simply collapsed onto Steve, and lay on him breathlessly. I pulled out of her, my cock sticky and wet and dripping. I untangled myself from everyone else, and moved across to sit on the edge of the other bed. Eileen's head was resting on her outstretched left arm, her right hand on Mary's back, caressing the older woman's skin. Marissa was propped up on her right elbow, whispering something to Mary, who nodded silently in response. Marissa sexy and resplendent in red, looked back at me. We held each other's gaze as the sexual energy in the room faded from flames to embers. We held each other's gaze as Mary lifted herself slightly, and pressed her mouth open and wet to Steve's. We held each other's gaze as Eileen rolled onto her back, her hands clasping together across her tummy, her black sweater swelling slightly over her breasts.

We held each other's gaze, in the near-darkness of that quietening hotel room, as, somewhere deep in my consciousness, I began to realize that Marissa and I were going to slide by each other again. She was going to go one way, and I another, and this intensely sexual time spent together was going to dissipate, and ripple off into the darkness.



I no longer love her, Neruda once wrote, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Marissa on that bed, in that red dress, her raven black hair falling behind her, a few locks in front, falling towards her breasts.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Marissa's left arm, and hand, resting on the curves of her side, her fingers soft on her thigh. That smile on her face – full of pleasure, full of questions.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

And these, the last verses that I write for her.



-Pablo Neruda, Tonight I can write the saddest lines.