0 comments/ 10486 views/ 1 favorites Texas Holiday By: snowman The warm air of Texas is a relief after the cold northern breezes in the early part of the trip. The Harley has been running smooth for almost 2000 miles. I had to keep removing articles of clothing as I progressed south. Now I was left wearing my blue jeans and a white T-shirt, leather boots on my feet and a small black helmet covering my head. The rest of my gear rolled up in the bedroll tied on the back of the bike. After checking a map I roll through the town and head out to Mustang Island State Park. I locate a campsite near the ocean. When I stop, the heat from the bike washes up over me, increasing the already warm temperature of the warm Texas sun. I step off and use my forearm to clear the moisture from my forehead. Standing, facing the ocean, closing my eyes, letting the sea breeze wash over me, cooling, soothing. The road slowly stops moving past my eyes. It takes no time at all to set up my camp. Once the low tent is up I just roll out the bed and I'm set. No luxuries, but this trip wasn't about luxuries. Straightening I look around the campsite as I tuck my T-shirt back in my jeans. Two young women walk by, watching me, heads together, giggling, as they discuss the possibilities. They realize there is no invitation when they see the dark scowl my face is wearing. Burned in after 2000 miles on the road. They hurry away. I reach in my saddlebags and pull out dinner, my third and last can of beef stew. I eat it cold, not caring about the lack of taste, just eating for sustenance. Before dark settles in I climb back on the bike and head into town. I cruise the streets slowly, the Harley rumbling along gently. I stay mostly on the waterfront streets, searching for my goal. Finally I see it. I stop in the street, feet on the ground, half standing up and my eyes scan the Marina, checking the layout. I accelerate and lean into a turn, pulling off the street, and using the convenient size of the bike to make a parking space. Taking my helmet in my hand I walk down to the marina. Tourists are everywhere, strolling in the afternoon sun, admiring the boats. I too look at the boats, admiring the sleek lines of the sailboats, the luxurious appointments of the big power yachts. But then I turn and look at the grassy knolls overlooking the Marina. Eyes scanning each area, searching. After walking the length of the Marina I still haven't seen what I have traveled 2000 miles for. I turn and head back for the bike, weary and disappointed. A short ride later and I'm back at the campsite, I sit on the ground with my back against the bike. The setting sun has turned the sky a brilliant color, promising another hot day tomorrow. I reach into the leather saddlebags and bring out a bottle of Quervos, my favorite. Uncapping the bottle I take a long pull and lean back into the bike, reminiscing about another time, another bottle of Quervos. Remembering brings a delightful shiver to my spine. A small smile cracks the scowl that has been etched onto my face. Taking one last pull from the bottle, I cap it and head for bed. Dark comes early down here. Morning proves to be as brilliant as the setting sun had promised. With no other campers up and about yet I head down to the water in my boxers. Taking my T-shirt with me. Wading into the ocean I splash water over me, rinsing 3 days of sweat and salt off. Splashing doesn't quite do it, so I dive into the surf, reveling in the feel of the seawater on my parched body. Using the T-shirt I give myself a rubdown, head to toe, glancing at the shore before slipping the boxers off and rubbing myself clean. I slip the boxers on and wash the T-shirt as best I can. One more dive and then I head back to my campsite. When I get there I spread the shirt over my bike to dry. Turning I realize the two young women have been standing by their tent watching me. They wave and giggle. I shake my head and duck into my tent, shedding the wet boxers and pulling on my jeans. Once my shirt is dry I kick the Harley to life and head back into town. Grab a quick bite and head to the Marina. Not as many tourists this time of morning. I walk the length again and still I don't find what I am looking for. I decide to stop and wait at one of the more secluded spots, overlooking the Marina. It's not the most secluded but from it I can see most of the rest. The morning passes uneventfully. The temperature rises as the sun climbs in the sky. Rising I scan the Marina again from my vantage point, still nothing. I head down to the water fountain for a drink. The heat is getting uncomfortable, so after taking a long drink I straighten and pull the T-shirt over my head. My northern skin is very white compared to the tanned bodies down here. But the muscles are still lean and firm. Years of hiking through the bush with heavy packs have kept me in decent shape. The girls roller-blading by take long looks at me, smiling. The boys with them frown and scowl. I head back for my spot but before I get there I notice that it is now occupied. A beautiful woman is sitting on the grass, legs folded underneath her, a book in one hand. When I get close enough to see her light brown hair with the blonde highlights my breath catches in my throat. I stumble. Suddenly all the macho bravado I had arrived with left me. My breath returns in short gasps, my stomach empty, hollow. Fear coursed through my veins. As her head comes up I turn so I am not headed directly towards her, suddenly unsure of myself. As I walk by I watch her through the sides of my eyes, pleased that she is watching me. From a distance I turn and look back at her, she has returned to her reading. I sit down and drink in the sight of her. Finally I get to see the woman who has affected me so deep. She is a vision. Quietly reading, pausing occasionally to watch the people walking by below her sanctuary. Once, she looked towards me and I my heart soared as she met my gaze and a small smile danced on her lips before she turned back to her book. Deciding that I had to make a move I put my shirt back on and moved around behind her knoll. I climbed up it until I was behind her, partially screened by a bush. I waited until there was a break in the people below and I moved up behind her. When I was ten feet away she stood up, collected her book, and turned away towards the parking lot. Throwing caution to the wind I moved up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. She opened her mouth to yell so I clamped a hand over it. She started to twist violently, squirming ferociously. Afraid that I might hurt her I placed my mouth near her ear and said, "Be still, Sweetness." She froze. Her body like a coiled spring. The words got through, she recognized the endearment, she recognized my voice. Slowly I released her mouth and relaxed my arms, still holding her in case she tried to flee. She turned her face towards me, eyes puzzled, searching my face, watching for danger, searching for safety. I released her, but kept my hands on her arms, looking into her eyes. "I know you," she said. "Yes you do," I replied. "How did you..." She asked. "No questions. Come with me?" I requested, taking her hand and heading for my bike. She followed. I was thrilled to feel her hand hanging on to mine, not just being held by me. I helped her on the bike and climbed on and kicked it to life, roaring off down the road. Her hands started out just holding onto my shirt, but soon she moved them further around my waist until they were pressing into my stomach. I could feel her body pressed close to my back. Every sense was intoxicated with her presence. I drove quickly, weaving traffic when it wasn't clear. I headed out to a spot I had noticed by the ocean, secluded, private. I led her down to the spot I had found and then turned to her and looked at her. Not saying anything, just letting my eyes explore her body. Memorizing her face, the soft brown hair down to her shoulder blades. The blonde highlights catching the evening sun. A loose short sleeved, silk blouse, stretched in all the right places, tucked into a pair of short cutoffs. Her long legs were bare, tanned, and exquisite. A pair of sandals displaying red toenails completed the outfit. Taking a deep breath, smelling a hint of Halstons, I said "Hi." After a long moment she replied "Hi." Taking her hands, looking deep into her eyes I spoke. "I have come a long way to see you. I may be stepping over the line but I needed to see you; to touch you.. You are more incredible than I imagined. But I have accomplished what I needed and if you want me to go away, I will." She stood there, not speaking. I could see the emotions wrestling in her eyes. My heart pounded louder with each passing second, afraid the wrong side would win, afraid she would send me away. Twice she opened her mouth to speak. Twice she closed it. Each time I caught a glimpse of her pink tongue and her white teeth. As the silence continued I realized I had put her in turmoil. Regretting my actions I turned and started for my bike, my heart bursting. Inwardly raging. Halfway to my bike I heard her speak, so very softly. "Don't go." I stopped. Standing still. Wondering if I had heard her or the wind. "Please. Don't leave," she said, louder. Without turning I asked, "Are you sure?" This time she spoke with force. "Yes!" I turned and looked at her, silhouetted against the sunset. The ocean breeze gently playing with her hair. My heart swelled as I closed the distance between us. Taking her in my arms my eyes scanned her face, searching for a return of my feelings. Seeing it in her eyes, in the slight parting of her lips. I held her close and lowered my mouth to cover hers. Finding her soft moist lips. My mouth opened and my tongue slid out, tracing her lips. My head started to get dizzy when her tongue came out to greet mine, inviting me inside. My tongue followed and I knew the taste of her. The warmth of her mouth was thrilling to explore, our tongues fencing and caressing like two serpents coiling about one another. I wanted to drink her soul. Gasping and laughing with delight our mouths finally parted. Smiles suffused both of our faces. Our eyes danced with delight, telling each other how much we have wanted this. I reached for the buttons on her blouse and popped the top one off in my haste. She laughed at my clumsiness and pulled on my T-shirt. Once I had her buttons fully unfastened I bent and let her remove my shirt. Sliding hers off at the same time. As I straightened her hands came up to caress my chest, brushing my nipples. I cried, "Foul." And she smiled as she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra and shrugged her shoulders, dislodging the straps. "What do you mean?" she teased, letting her breasts keep the bra from sliding off. I reached out and flicked the cups free. "That's better," I stated as I ran a fingertip over each nipple, teasing them into hard points. She jumped as I slid my hand lower and pushed two fingers under the waist band of her shorts. Using the waistband I pulled her close to me and kissed her full lips again. Her breasts pressed nakedly against my chest hairs. Her hands went around my neck, caressing the back of my head. I removed the fingers from her waistband and started on the button of her shorts, unzipping them as soon as it was free. Sliding my whole hand into her panties to tangle with her pubic hairs before being able to cup her sex. A moan welled up in her throat. Her hands worked furiously at my jeans, desperately trying to catch up. I had time to slip only one finger between her lips before she had my pants open and had slid her own hand in and was squeezing me. Causing me to gasp in return. Our hands worked frantically to remove the rest of our clothing. Excitement turning to desperation. As soon as we were both completely naked we grappled. Lips seeking out lips, tongues plunging wildly. Our legs tangled around each other causing us to lose our balance and fall to the sand. She landed on me, momentarily knocking my breath out. Giving her a chance to straddle my thighs, hands on my shoulders, pinning me. She grinned wickedly and said, "Now you're mine." And then lifting her hips she gently lowered herself onto me. Enveloping me in her heat. Fireworks were going off in my brain as the sensations I had longed for finally engulfed me. Unable to stand the slowness of her advance I grasped her hips and drove mine upwards, impaling her completely, another moan coming from her lips as I hit bottom. She placed one hand on my chest to maintain her balance and using her leg muscles she started to bounce on my cock. My head rolled side to side as my hips moved in rhythm to her bounce. I reached up and wrapped my hands around her double DDs, fingers digging in, feeling the tit flesh molding under them. The hard nipples pressing into my palms. Moving my hands in small circles, rubbing and rolling the nipples. Gasps and moans punctuated our ragged breathing. With God's name being uttered frequently. The rhythm picked up in tempo. I pulled her face to mine and we kissed, frantically. The pace quickened even more. A low moan started deep inside her and came out increasingly louder. As she came her pussy walls clamped down on my cock, increasing the friction, sending me far out over the edge. My body stiffened, arching up against her. I cried out her name in a long spasming breath as I erupted into her. My hands on her hips, pulling her down tight on top of me. She wailed as a second orgasm wracked her body. My cock pulsing two, three, four times as my balls continued their unloading. Finally, spent, I fell back to the sand,. She collapsed onto me, weeping with the release. We stayed like that as our breathing slowly returned to normal. My arms around her, her head tucked under my chin, one hand on my cheek. Still joined, but her legs now lying along mine. The gentle ocean breeze cooling our bodies. Warm, sated, content, we held each other as we drifted to sleep beneath a moon shining a brilliant reflection across the waters. I woke suddenly, confused, reaching for... encountering only covers. I stand and look out the window at the snow covered fields. A tear forms in one eye as I realize it was all just a dream... Texas Holiday Authors Note: This is my Thirtieth story. I owe the ideas, inspiration and motivation to write this story all to a reader and friend of mine "Jason" I also owe thanks to LadyCibelle and rkm10 for their help with the editing! And now, on with the story...I hope you enjoy it and please remember to vote and that all feedback is greatly appreciated! ************************************* Jason had sent me feedback to my very first audio posting here on Literotica back in May. Since then we'd been emailing back and forth and quickly discovered we had a great deal in common and both felt a mounting interest in the other. We also soon began discussing our sexual fantasies, even writing very involved and explicit fantasies back and forth about the two of us. Though, with me in Canada and him in the USA we both resigned ourselves to the assumption that we would never be able to discover if we were as good together in the flesh as we were in our fantasies. Until the day I mentioned to him my plans of a trip down to Texas in November to visit an old high school friend of mine who now lived there. Then the ideas started to form in both our minds. All the 'what if's' suddenly became more realistic. Finally one day I came out with it. In an email to him just two weeks before my flight to Texas I suggested it: "I was thinking that it's not that expensive or that long a ride to take the Greyhound from Texas to Louisiana. After all, I've booked a full six business days off of work which gives me a full 8 days in Texas and I'm sure Annie and I will be sick of each other by then. A little 2 or 3 day road trip too and from Louisiana might be fun. I could come in mid-afternoon, we could meet for lunch or dinner and wander around, you could show me the sights. I could stay in a hotel room and head back to Texas the next day. What do you think?" I checked my email every possible chance I got for over a day I was so eager and at the same time anxious about his response. Finally, almost a day and a half later his response came: "I think that sounds like a great idea! Though I'd have to seriously consider where we could eat seeing as how I'd want to show you a good Louisiana time and I know how much you dislike food with flavour. Let me know exactly when you think you'll be down here and I'll make sure I've got nothing else planned for that time so I can spend as much of the time you're here as I can with you. Who knows, if things go well I might finally be able to see just how good of a kisser you really are." I couldn't hold back the smile that burst from my lips and didn't fade for days. Our emails soon became full of ideas and plans about where we would go, what we would see and, of course, all of the possible sexual scenarios we might find ourselves in. Though I was always careful to remind him that if something did or did not happen between us sexually it was okay with me, that I held no expectations that something would or wouldn't happen and I didn't want him to feel any pressure one way or the other. Finally I was on the Greyhound to Louisiana after visiting with Annie and her new husband for five and a half days. I'd booked my tickets so that I would arrive in Louisiana in the evening and wouldn't have to leave till the following evening; we'd then have just over 24 hours together. The bus was supposed to arrive around seven in the evening and the plan was for me to go to the hotel, check in, get ready and Jason would pick me up there around eight and take me out for dinner. Then we'd meet for breakfast the following morning and spend the day together until I left town around ten the next evening. It was just past five and I was just a couple short hours away from my stop when my imagination got the best of me. I'd been trying really hard not to think of all the 'what if's' about this little excursion for days. I didn't want to get my hopes up that something more than just friends having lunch and visiting would happen so I had done my best to force all sexual thoughts from my mind. But as I leaned back in the seat I couldn't stop the image of Jason and I curled up in a hotel bed together. We'd both admitted that one of the hardest things for both of us about being single was sleeping alone and in almost all of the sexual fantasies we'd shared with each other they had ended with us falling asleep in each others arms. The image made me sigh and feel the ache in my heart I felt every night as I laid in bed alone. 'Don't even think about it! No expectations!' I reminded myself, but the reminder wasn't enough. My imagination had spent too many days and nights locked up and now it was breaking free. Suddenly images of the two of us kissing, feeling the weight of his body on top of mine as he pushed his cock deep inside me, feeling his hands on my hips as he shoved himself harder and faster into my body...all of these lewd and thrilling images ran through my mind and suddenly I was pulling my blanket over myself and moving my hand down to my jeans. I unzipped them and slipped my hand inside my jeans and panties to find my pussy already hot and wet. I never bothered to check if anyone around me might notice; I just leaned back in my seat and began rubbing my clit frantically. Random images of Jason and I kissing and fucking, me on my hands and knees; sucking and licking his cock, him kneeling before me; licking and fingering my pussy. I had held myself back for too long and it took just a couple moments for my finger on my clit and the images rushing through my mind to bring to me a raging orgasm. My body stiffened, my eyes squeezed shut and I was biting my lip so hard I thought for a second I would taste blood; all in an attempt to keep my orgasm silent and unnoticed by the others on the bus. I pull my hand from my panties and lifted the finger to my lips, sucking my warm pussy juice off as I slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke up when I feel the bus slow to a stop. Opening my eyes I saw the other passengers getting off and realized we'd arrived at my stop. Frantically I reached under the blanket and zipped up my jeans and quickly gathered my things and got off the bus. As I was trying in vain to juggle my blanket, hoodie, duffle bag and purse while digging out the piece of paper from my pocket which had the directions to the hotel on it, I heard a male voice behind me ask, "Need any help with that Kat?" I turned around and felt the shock showing on my face when I saw Jason standing behind me with a huge smile. "I was just trying to get my directions to the hotel. You weren't supposed to meet me till after I'd checked into the hotel and had a shower!" I accused as I put down all my bags and moved forward to hug him. Jason hugged me back tightly, "It's nice to see you too!" he said with a sarcastic tone in his voice. "It's very nice to see you, that's not what I meant. You just caught me off guard and meeting a person for the first time after a twenty hour bus ride is not the best way to give a good first impression!" I said jokingly. Still hugging me tightly Jason replied, "I thought I'd surprise you. And I thought you could use a little help finding the hotel and carrying all your stuff." I pulled my face back, looked into his brown eyes and said, "Well then you'd better let go of me and we'd better get a move on." Jason had helped me choose a hotel just a block away from they Greyhound station so I could walk there once I arrived. Now we walked together talking about my visit with Annie and the bus ride here. I checked in at the front desk and was given my room key. Jason offered to help me upstairs with my bags. We made pleasant and unimportant small talk in the elevator and down the hall, but the entire time my mind kept flashing images of my lips against his and his hands all over my body. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was a basic hotel room with the prerequisite queen sized bed with a nightstand on either side, a dresser with a TV on top, a small table with a coffee maker and a small loveseat. "You can just put the bag down on the bed Jason." I said as I closed the door behind us. I watched him move to the bed and put the bag down and heard myself sigh. Jason heard it too and turned to look at me, "You okay?" He asked; his voice somehow softer in the dim and silent room than it had been outside. I smiled at him half-heartedly, "I'm fine, just a little tired from the ride. I really do need a shower though if you don't mind." Jason nodded, "Of course. You find whatever you need in your bag, I'll just make sure they gave you fresh towels," and then he walked past me into the bathroom. I closed my eyes tight and reminded myself of my 'no expectations' rule, but standing in a hotel room with a man who I'd been discussing my sexual fantasies with for almost six months made having no expectations a little difficult. I forced myself to focus on the task at hand and pulled out my toiletries bag. I moved towards the bathroom and just as I was about to walk through the door Jason came out. He smiled at me and walked past, his body ever so lightly brushing against mine as he moved. My throat went dry as I felt my body throb in response to that ever so light touch. "There are plenty of fresh towels so you should be fine. I guess I'll head down to the lobby and wait for you there." Jason was moving towards the door and something inside me was screaming for him not to go. "You can wait up here if you want, I won't be long," I said with only a small hint of the nervousness and insecurity I was feeling reflected in my voice. Jason froze for a second as his hand extended to the door, "Are you sure?" he asked with his back still to me. I couldn't see his face so I couldn't read his reaction to what I'd said and his voice gave me nothing. I hesitated for a second and then took the risk, "Sure. You know I'm a no frills kinda' girl, it doesn't take me more than fifteen or twenty minutes to shower and get ready to go out. Plus up here you can watch TV, what are you going to do in the lobby?" Jason turned around and faced me then, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, "Okay then. Go have your shower, I'll wait." I turned the shower onto a nice cool setting and luxuriated in feeling the grime of travel washed off my body. I tried very hard not to think about the man in the next room while I lathered my body with the softly vanilla scented body wash. I'd shaved my legs and pussy the day I'd left Annie's on the off chance something did happen and now my freshly shaved pussy was aching after that long hug and every so slight brushing of bodies. I wrapped the towel around my dripping hair and began to towel off my body when I realized I'd completely forgotten to bring in clean clothes. All of my clean clothes were in my bag which was sitting on the bed in the next room where Jason was waiting for me. I wrapped the standard hotel robe around myself and opened the door. Jason was lying on the bed and he looked over when I opened the door. I felt his eyes on me, and blushed slightly as I moved towards my duffle bag, "You know, I don't think they'll let you in a restaurant dressed like that," he joked as I began unzipping my bag. "Very funny. I just forgot to bring clean clothes in with me is all. Besides, I thought it was 'no shirt, no shoes no service' so as long as I put on a pair of shoes they'd be hard pressed to decline me since this towel covers a lot more than what some women wear out in public on a regular basis," I replied, while I glanced up from the bag. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. 'No, it's nothing, it's my imagination and wishful thinking' I admonished myself, once again trying to focus on pulling out the clothes I'd planned to wear. "True enough, though I think the towel is more suggestive than trashy clothes. I think they'd be hard pressed to do more than just decline you service," he said with a mischievous tone. I glanced up and saw that he was looking right down the top of the towel which exposed a great deal of cleavage. 'He's turned on by cleavage, not me. The bulge was my imagination. Get it together!' I once again admonished myself before saying, "I doubt they'd be any more hard pressed if I walked in wearing a towel than if I walked in dressed like a nun." "Well they might not be...but I know I would be," Jason said and this time I heard something more than just teasing in his voice. I felt the slight blush creep up my cheeks and felt it thrill down my body. I bit my lower lip as I felt my body react to the implications of what he said. I kept my eyes focused on my clothing making sure I'd grabbed everything and moved to turn around. I'd been so focused on controlling my reactions and thoughts, I hadn't noticed Jason move until I felt his hand grab my wrist and keep me from walking away. "Before you go in there and get ready I want to ask you something," Jason said, his voice devoid of the humour it had previously held and now sounding very serious. I turned to face him and worked very hard to try and keep my face blank, not to show the rush of sensations I was feeling throughout my body at the unbidden hope that he would close the gap between us and kiss me. "I...I know you said no expectations. Maybe you have no expectations and I've tried to not...but when you were in the shower I...I had...expectations. I don't want us to chit chat and visit and you go back to Texas tomorrow." I finally raised my eyes to meet his and said in a voice that came out sounding somehow small and breathy, "What do you want?" He hesitated, mouth half open as if he was about to say something, but no words came out. I felt his hands on my wrists begin to rub my forearms, "I want...I want a lot of things...but I don't want anything if you don't want it too. What do you want?" His hands were still softly rubbing my wrists and forearms, making it hard for me to think clearly. He said he'd had expectations while I'd been in the shower...perhaps it wasn't just wishful thinking that made me see a bulge in his pants when I'd come out of the washroom. That look in his eyes, I knew that look, I'd seen that look in the faces of men before and knew in that moment that he wouldn't pull away if I were to make a move. I dropped my clothes into the duffle bag and raised my hand to his face. I touched his check softly and moved forward until our lips were just a breath away from each other, "I want a lot of things too," I said, my voice slightly deeper than it had been just moments before. I pressed my lips against his and for a moment it was just a tender press of lips before we both pushed against each other and the kiss became intensely passionate. I lost myself in his kisses until I felt his hand at the small of my back trying to pull me closer. I reached down with one hand and yanked the duffle bag off the bed before I crawled up onto the bed and knelt before him, our kiss unbroken. I felt his hands at the knot in the belt of the towel and suddenly I was naked before him. My hands searched for his shirt and tugged it free of his pants. I broke free of the kiss and pulled the shirt over his head and threw it to the floor before pulling his lips back to mine again. My hands roamed over his back while his hands cupped my ass and pulled me closer to him. I pulled my tongue from his mouth and began sucking on his tongue as if it were his cock, making him moan and pull me tighter to him. Then he pulled back from the kiss and began placing light kisses along my neck and shoulder before he moved down and took one of my breasts in his hand, lifting my eager nipple to his mouth. While he suckled at my breasts I moved my hands to his belt and pulled it free before unzipping his jeans and pushing them and his boxer briefs down to his knees. Finally I did what I'd been imaging for months; I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Feeling the heat and hardness of it brought a moan from my lips. The moan got Jason's attention and he pulled his lips from my tits and he began kissing me again. I felt his hands putting slight pressure on my shoulders, silently telling me to lie down. I pulled my lips from his and pushed the towel off the bed and lay down while Jason kicked off the remains of his clothes and knelt between my legs. I looked up his body and smiled. Jason bent down and kissed me tenderly as his fingers moved up my thigh to my now very hot and very wet pussy. I felt his fingertips trace along my puffy pussy lips and heard a small moan come from him when his fingers felt the warmth and wetness his kisses and touches had created. He pulled back from the kiss and raised his hand from my pussy up to his face as looked down at me with something close to awe in his face, "You're so wet!" he exclaimed. I smiled up at him as I put my hand around his neck, "I told you, it doesn't take much to get me wet and ready," and then I pulled his mouth back down to mine as I arched my body up against his, feeling his cock hard and ready for me. Jason deepened the kiss when he felt my wet pussy press against his cock. When I started rubbing my pussy back and forth against his cock he moaned deep into my mouth as I sucked on his tongue. While I was whimpering and moaning into his mouth, Jason was making my body scream out for release as he rubbed his hard cock back and forth across my clit. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I pulled away from his kiss, "Please Jason...please I need to cum! I want you inside me!" I pleaded. Jason gave me a wicked smile and I knew he wouldn't let me get off that easily, "Not just yet...you will cum...but not because I'm inside you. Not yet. I want to watch you first. I want to watch you rub your clit and cum for me. Will you do that Kat? Will you rub your wet little pussy and cum for me?" His cock was still ever so slowly rubbing against my throbbing clit. I whimpered and moaned and when I pressed my body up against his, Jason pulled back. He sat on the bed between my legs and I watched as his hand moved to his cock and started stroking it. The sight made my pussy throb with desire and I let out a low moan. "You like watching me stroke my cock for you?" I bit my lip and could only moan in response. "Good because I like stroking it for you. Now come on, rub that hot little pussy for me. I want to watch you cum for me." "I'm so hot right now it won't take more than a minute or two for me to cum," I warned him as I moved my hand down to my pussy and started rubbing my aching clit. Within seconds of my finger rubbing my clit I was moaning in pleasure and knew it wouldn't be long till I was cumming. I watched Jason stroke his 6" long and 2" thick cock for me; watched the precum start to ooze out of the head as he stroked it harder and faster and heard his own moans mixing with mine and I knew it wouldn't be long for him either. "Oh my god Jason! I'm gunna' cum! I'm gunna cum! God yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming!!!!!" I screamed as the first orgasm wracked my body. My head thrown back, my eyes clamped shut and my fingers on my clit kept going because I knew a second orgasm wasn't far behind. Just as the first orgasm subsided and I started working up to the second one I opened my eyes and looked at Jason. Now his head was thrown back and he was stroking his cock harder and faster than before. Then I heard him groan loudly and while my finger kept rubbing my clit, I watched and felt as he spurted his hot cum all over my hand and my pussy. The sensation of his cum on my aching pussy sent me over the edge again and I screamed loud and wordless as the second orgasm pulsed through my body. When the orgasm passed, I opened my eyes and saw Jason lying down beside me watching my finger draw slow and lazy circles around my clit, rubbing his warm cum into my skin and using it as lubrication for my clit. Texas Holiday He had a happy, satisfied grin on his face while he watched me and I leaned over and kissed him softly, "Thanks for that...your cum on my pussy feels so good; I'll be cumming again in another minute or so...I hope you don't mind me getting off again," I said with a grin. "I don't mind at all! In fact...I think I'm going to move for a better view," Jason said with a grin as he again positioned himself between my legs, this time his cock limp between his legs as he watched me tease my pussy. I sighed with pleasure as I softly stroked my slit, picking up our combined juices, before bringing it up and slowly rubbing my clit. It didn't take long before my soft moans and sighs turned into screams of pleasure as my third orgasm approached, "Oh god Jason I'm gunna cum again soon...so close now...so close!" I cried out. Then I heard him moan and looked down to see that while I'd been lost in my own pleasure he'd been stroking his cock and was miraculously hard again! Seeing his cock hard and ready in his hand made me moan and arch my body upwards. At that moment I felt Jason take hold of my wrist and pull my hand away from my pussy. Suddenly I could feel his hard cock against my pussy, "Oh god yes Jason! Please! Fuck me Jason!" I begged as I pressed my body up into his. Jason then shoved his cock all the way inside my wet pussy in one swift motion, making both of us cry out in pleasure. He held himself there; his cock buried deep inside my pussy, for just a moment before he pulled back to start a rhythm. The moment he pulled back I slipped my hand back between our bodies and began rubbing my clit again as I hooked my ankles together behind his back, pulling his cock deep inside my pussy. No word other than fucking can describe what we did then. Jason had his hands on my hips; pulling my body up towards his while I pulled him down into me with my legs, all the while my hand kept rubbing my clit between our frantic bodies. Between the sensations of my hand on my clit, his cock pounding into my pussy over and over again, so hard and so fast while I felt his hands on my hips, pulling and pushing at me, digging into my flesh and giving me that glorious mixture of pleasure and pain I was in a state of almost constant orgasm. As soon as one orgasm began to fade another crashed down into me and tore more wordless screams from my throat. Finally my clit couldn't take any more and I pulled my hand from between our bodies and raised it to my lips. I was looking up into his eyes, smiling while he continued to pound his cock deep into my pussy while I raised my fingers to my lips and sucked off the remains of the delicious mixture of our cum. Jason groaned and shoved his cock even deeper inside my pussy and held there for a moment before he suddenly pulled his cock out of my pussy. I slipped my fingers from my lips and whimpered in protest. Then I saw his hand move down to stroke his cock as he aimed it once more at my waiting pussy and I smiled up at him. I reached my hand down and rubbed the wet lips of my pussy while I looked up into his face, "That's it Jason, cum all over my pussy again for me!" I pleaded, with a voice gone hoarse from screaming. That's all the encouragement he needed as he gripped my hip tightly with one hand and aimed his cock at my pussy with the other. I moaned my pleasure as I watched and felt him cum once again; though this time the first couple squirts made it up to my tits with only the last couple landing on my aching pussy. Jason stayed there, kneeling between my legs, for a couple minutes, just smiling down at me and watching me luxuriate in the sensation of rubbing his cum into the warm skin of my tits and pussy. Finally he lay down beside me and pulled me towards him for a soft kiss. We lay there like that, my head resting against his chest, his arms wrapped around me and slowly drifted off to sleep. I awoke to the sound of Jason swearing, "Shit! We slept through our dinner reservation!" I turned over and looked at the clock; it was almost one in the morning. I placed my hand on his chest, "its okay. I don't know about you, but I'd take what we did over dinner anytime!" Jason smiled down at me before he placed a soft kiss on my forehead, "True enough. But now it's too late to get anything decent and I'm hungry. I wonder if they do room service this late." Turned out they did room service until two o'clock so we were in luck. Jason was insistent that I try some real Louisiana cooking so he ordered Fried Catfish and Crawfish Etouffée for us to share. While we waited for the food to arrive, I brushed my still damp hair and tied it back into a braid and donned my robe so one of us would be decent enough to answer the door when the food arrived. Soon we lay in bed eating, drinking and talking. It felt so natural and comfortable that neither of us seemed to have any reservations, hesitations or insecurities left. When we'd eaten and drank our fill we crawled under the covers again and cuddled into the warmth and comfort of each others arms. We lay there holding each other and talking until eventually we both fell asleep once more. I woke up to feel Jason's body as a warm presence behind me. We'd switched positions in the night and now he was spooning me. I sighed contently and moved closer against his body, causing me to feel his 'morning wood' hard against my ass. The sensation sent a thrill through my body and a small moan escaped my lips. I began moving my hips, pressing my ass against his cock in a circular motion. The movements had the desired effect, making his cock stiffen even more against my ass; his arms moved around me and pulled me closer to him and he gave a soft moan as he awoke to realize what I was doing. I felt his soft kiss against the back of my neck, "Now that's a wonderful way to be woken up!" he whispered to me as he pressed his cock harder against my ass. I moaned and pressed back into his cock harder, "I thought you might like that. How about a little morning romp in the hay?" I asked playfully. "Mmm, that sounds wonderful," Jason murmured as he nuzzled the back of my neck, "But," he said, suddenly putting his hand on my hip to stop my motions as he pulled his lower body away from mine, "It's past ten and we have plans." I whimpered my disappointment as I felt him kiss the back of my neck again, "Come on now, get dressed," he said before he gave a light smack to my ass and got out of bed. It may have been the middle of November which meant winter for Jason, but it was around 65*F which equalled about 20*C which was like summer weather for me, so while Jason put on his jeans and T-shirt and jacket I slipped into a breezy black peasant skirt which went down to mid calf and a matching black ¾ length sleeve shirt with a very deep V cut neckline which met the empire waist. It took me just five minutes to brush my hair and leave it down, as usual, and put on my basic makeup of foundation, a little eye shadow, mascara and light lip gloss. Jason thought it was hilarious that I was wearing flip flops in November, but I wore them anyways. We went out for brunch and once again I let Jason order for me. We shared a large omelette filled with cheese and sausage. Then we wandered around town for hours while Jason regaled me with stories of moments of interest in his life from various places. Around three o'clock in the afternoon, we found ourselves in a lovely little café where I drank a delicious iced coffee while Jason sipped a frothy cappuccino as we sat beside each other talking in hushed tones. "So...do you still have no expectations?" Jason asked as he put his hand on my knee. "Expectations...no. Hopes...yes." "Oh? And what kind of hopes do you have?" "Well, I hope we're able to do what we did last night one more time before I leave tonight." "Oh?" Jason said as I felt him begin to slowly push my skirt up my leg, "you liked what we did last night, did you?" "How could I not!?" I asked and laughed softly before leaning in to give him a quick kiss. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did too. And I hope we can do it again," then I felt the hem of my skirt reach my knee, then felt his hand warm against my thigh, "and soon." I gave a soft little moan, "Mmm...me too. Though I would like to see more of this beautiful city. Maybe we should forego the hotel room and just do more sightseeing," I said teasingly as I nuzzled his neck. His fingers were creeping higher and higher up my inner thigh, causing my breath to catch and my legs to widen, "We can do more sightseeing...if that's what you really want," Jason whispered to me as his fingertips brushed the edge of my panties, "Mmm, a satin thong...what a nice little surprise," he murmured as he turned to kiss me. As we kissed I felt his fingers begin to trace my pussy lips through my panties and I had to fight back the urge to moan against his lips. Jason pulled back from the kiss and whispered against my lips while his fingers kept teasing my pussy through the thin satin, "you feel awfully warm and wet...are you sure you want to go sightseeing?" I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair and murmured into his ear, "No. I think I've had enough sightseeing. I think we should go back to my hotel room now." Jason continued to tease my pussy as he whispered; "Now, what ever would we do in your hotel room?" "Oh, I don't know, maybe I could get a chance to suck that nice hard cock of yours, maybe you could taste how wet you've made my pussy, maybe you could fuck my brains out!" I whispered hoarsely into his ear as I pressed my aching pussy hard against his hand. Jason gave a light kiss to my cheek and with his other hand took a sip off his drink, "well when you put it that way...why don't you finish your drink and then we'll go?" I almost growled my frustration, "Please! Now! I want to go now!" I begged as I pressed my own hand against his into my wet pussy. "Come on now, it's a beautiful day and I'm having so much fun. Finish your drink and then we'll go back," Jason replied with a wicked grin on his face as he pressed one finger deeper against my wet slit through the satin thong. I dug my nails into his thigh under the table to keep from screaming my pleasure and frustration, which only made him grin more as he took another sip of his drink. Jason continued to tease my pussy mercilessly for the next ten minutes while I did my best to control my facial expressions and sounds and drank down the last of my iced coffee. We walked back to the hotel with Jason's arm around my shoulder. Occasionally he'd move his hand so I could get a whiff of my pussy on his fingers and I would moan softly under my breath and Jason would chuckle. The clock in the lobby said it was almost four o'clock when we walked in. I was hoping we'd be alone in the elevator so I could get a chance to tease him, but unfortunately another couple joined us and I was forced to behave until we got to the room. The second the door closed, I wrapped my arms around Jason's neck and pulled his lips to mine, kissing him deeply and passionately as I walked backwards towards the bed. When I felt the bed against the backs of my knees I stopped and pushed the skirt and slip down off my hips and kicked them aside. Then I pulled back from the kiss and pulled the shirt and my bra over my head in one motion, leaving me standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but the black satin thong. Jason pressed his body close to mine and gave a slight pressure to my shoulders letting me know he wanted me to lie down. I moved up the bed and lay down in the center, staring up at Jason as he pulled his shirt over his head and slipped his jeans and boxer briefs off. Then he held one of my ankles in each of his hands and slowly opened my legs wide. I watched him crawl up the bed between my legs and knew what he had planned for me and I moaned in anticipation and arched my hips upwards. Jason grabbed hold of my arched hips and I looked down into his eyes, his face just inches away from my panty clad pussy. Then he bent his head down and pressed his lips against my pussy through the thin satin and moaned, "God your pussy is so wet! Your thong is practically soaked!" I moaned and pressed my pussy against his face, "Mmm...that's because you got me all worked up teasing my pussy in the café." Jason looked up at me then, a mischievous gleam in his eye, "Awww...did I get you all hot and bothered and make you cream your panties?" I moaned and arched my hips again in response and heard him give a low, masculine chuckle, "well then, I'll just have to do something about that...perhaps I'll finally let you cum." I moaned again and felt Jason move the thong to the side and press his tongue against my wet slit. I moaned and bucked against his face and let out a low scream of pleasure when his tongue found my clit. Within minutes I was cumming from Jason's mouth and tongue on my clit. My hands were in his hair, keeping his mouth locked onto my clit as I rode out the orgasm. Finally as the orgasm subsided I released his head and felt his tongue begin to make slow circles around my clit, teasing me up to another orgasm. Then I heard a noise and glanced over to find Jason fumbling blindly in the nightstand until his hands closed around my vibrator which I'd brought on the off chance we didn't end up in bed together. Again I could see what he had planed and it made my body tingle with anticipation as I bucked my hips and pressed my clit against his tongue. Seconds later I felt one of his fingers against my pussy, for a moment I felt disappointment but then he pressed them deep inside my cunt and I cried out, "Yes Jason! Please! Finger fuck me while you suck on my clit! Please! Give it to me! Fuck me hard!" I cried out while my hips bucked against his finger and his warm mouth. It didn't take long until I was cumming again, my pussy clamping hard around his finger and my hands in his hair again, shoving his face into my wet pussy, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! Suck my clit Jason! Suck it hard! Yes shove that finger deep in my cunt! Fuck me nice and hard with it! Yes! Yes! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Fuck that's it! Fuck yes Jason! I'm gunna cum! Here it cums!!! I'm cummmmminnnnggggg!!!" I screamed as I felt his finger press against my gspot and make my body shudder with the force of the orgasm as I squirted my cum into the palm of his hand. My legs and hands fell to the bed as my body shook with intense aftershocks from the powerful orgasm. I looked down to see Jason lapping up the cum oozing from my pussy while he smiled up at me. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair and smiled down at him. Then I felt his tongue flick across my clit and I moaned softly. He did it again, and again, and again until I was moaning continually and found myself once more on the path to orgasm. Soon I felt his finger again pressing against my cunt and I opened my legs wide for him. I moaned as he shoved his finger deep inside me and whimpered in protest when he pulled it completely out of me. I looked down to see him holding the vibrator up and moaned when I felt him position it against my aching cunt. I arched my hips up to meet it as he pushed it deep inside my pussy. I moaned softly as I began fucking the vibrator he held deep inside my pussy. Then I cried out in pleasure and surprise when at the same moment Jason locked his lips around my clit and pressed his finger, which was wet from being inside my pussy, against my ass. "Fuck yes!" I cried out, "Yes Jason Yes! Don't stop! Fuck my pussy and my ass so hard and suck on my clit! Fuck it feels so good!!! Please Jason! Please make me cum nice and hard while you fuck my pussy and my ass! Yes! Yes! Suck my clit nice and hard! Yes! Just like that! Oh god yes! Don't stop Jason! Pound my pussy and my ass baby! Fuck yes! Yes! YEEESSSSS!!!" I cried out as another intense orgasm overtook my body and made me scream and writhe in pleasure. I gave soft little whimpering sounds as Jason withdrew his finger from my ass, then the vibrator from my pussy. As the orgasm subsided my clit felt too sensitive and I gave a soft tug on his hair with my hand letting him know my clit couldn't take anymore attention right now. Jason moved up my body and leaned down to kiss me; letting me taste my pussy on his lips and tongue. I moaned at the smell and taste of my juices and kissed him deeper still. Soon I feel Jason position his body so his throbbing cock was pressed against my pussy. I moaned into his mouth and spread my legs for him, feeling his cock press against my wet slit and still sensitive clit. Jason started a slow rhythm, rubbing his cock back and forth against my pussy, making me hotter and wetter by the second. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and pulled my lips from his. I pressed my pussy up against his hard cock, "Please Jason, I want to feel your cock deep inside my pussy. Please Jason...fuck me!" I plead. He smiled down at me and manoeuvred me so my ass was at the very edge of the bed. The he stood up beside the bed and positioned his cock against my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and used my legs to pull his cock deep inside my pussy. He held there for a minute, his cock buried deep inside my pussy, relishing in the sensation of my pussy muscles fucking his cock while I looked up into his eyes and moaned for him. Then he began to ever so slowly start fucking me. His cock moving so slowly in and out of my pussy; no matter how urgently my legs tried and pull him into me, no matter how much I begged for more. He teased me, fucking me so slowly for over ten minutes until I moved my hand down to my clit and started rubbing it, causing my pussy muscles to clamp down on his cock hard and start fucking him from the inside. He cried out above me and suddenly his hands were on my hips, digging into my flesh, as his cock began to pound my pussy so hard and fast the intensity of it alone made me scream as an orgasm ripped through my body. With my hand on my clit and Jason's cock relentlessly pounding my pussy harder and faster my orgasms started coming one after the other until I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my throat hoarse from screaming, my body feeling like one giant throbbing organ of bliss. I glanced up at Jason and our eyes met and I knew he was close to cumming. That look in his eyes set me off again and I started cumming once again around his hard cock. Just as my orgasm began to subside I felt Jason pull his cock out of my pussy. I looked up to protest and saw him getting on the bed and within seconds he was straddling my chest and stroking his cock. The sight made me moan and I lifted my head and took his cock in my mouth, tasting my own pussy juice mixed with his precum. I moaned as I took his cock deep in my mouth and sucked the juices off him. I pulled my mouth off his cock and moved my hand to his balls, cupping and massaging them while I looked up into his eyes, "God your cock tastes good when it's fresh from fucking my pussy! Mmm and your cock looks so nice and hard...your balls feel so warm and full of cum. I want you to cum for me Jason...I want to watch you stroke that hard cock for me and cum all over my tits and my face. Cum for me Jason. Please...cum for me!" I snaked my tongue out to lick up a drop of precum and that sent him over the edge and I felt his hot cum splash against my lips, chin, neck and tits while he moaned above me. Jason stayed above me, still and breathing deep for a moment. Then he looked down at me and smiled. I licked his cum from my lips while I looked up at him and he smiled wider. I felt his fingers scooping up gobs of his cum and felt him rub the warm cum against my stiff nipples, making me moan beneath him, which just made him smile more. Texas Holiday Jason then rolled off me and laid down on the bed, pulling my body against his so he could spoon me. We lay there, satisfied and spent in each others arms and fell asleep. It was just after eight o'clock when I woke up from the deepest, most contended sleep I'd had in years and I groaned when I realized that I only had two more hours till I needed to leave. My groan woke Jason and we decided to stay in bed, cuddling for another hour. We lay there, peaceful in each others arms, talking pleasantly and both trying not to think about my leaving soon. Finally it was nine o'clock and we had no choice. We both dressed silently and I packed my things. We walked to the greyhound station and sat close together, cuddling on the bench as we talked quietly about what a good time we both had. As the bus pulled up we stood and hugged each other tightly. I kissed him softly and as I pulled away to leave I whispered, "A friend of mine works for an airline, maybe he could swing us some deals on flights. We really should do this again." Before he could respond I turned and was getting on board the bus. The tinted windows meant I could see him standing there watching the bus get ready to leave, but he couldn't see me. As the bus pulled away I settled down into my seat and pulled the blanket over myself and let my hand wander down to settle against my pussy as I let the memories of the past two days rush over and through me.