****** Southern Hospitality by sherrierose99@yahoo.com ******
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Southern Hospitality


My natural in born alarm clock stayed on snooze permanently and was always at
least 15 minutes late, no matter how good my intentions. At full speed, I
hurried into the banquet hall of our finest hotel, where the Chamber of
Commerce luncheon had began. As the guest speaker was in the midst of his
speech, I stood at the back of the room trying to find someone that I liked to
sit with. Oh no, from the looks of things it was a full house, standing room
only. The speaker, a man I did not know paused mid sentence to point to a seat
at the front of the banquet hall. Sheepishly, I hurried to the seat, hating the
attention I drew from my stern colleagues. As I passed several people I knew, I
gave a few apologetic smiles and received tolerant acknowledgements, trying not
to smile back. Those that knew me were used to my habitual lateness, but loved
me in spite of it.

The lecturer waited patiently for me to get seated. I was not pleased with the
seating arrangement; all seated at the table were people I didn't care for. I
got just rewards for my tardiness from the looks of things. I noticed an empty
seat beside me on my right side with a salad that looked nibbled on. I gazed at
it longingly, contemplating a nibble myself. The speaker was a man of
distinction, charm and entertainment. I tried to concentrate on his lecture but
could only focus on the salad beside me. I slowly reached for a pack of
crackers beside the salad bowl when the person seated beside me, one of our
fine city councilmen, touched my arm and pointed towards the speaker.

He had once again, paused in his speech to tell the banquet hall staff to get
me a salad, so that he could enjoy the rest of his, once he finished speaking
to our fine and attentive group. I heard snickers and some exasperated sighs. I
tried to look innocent but knew that I was failing rapidly. I made a mental
note to skip the next two meetings so that this crowd would forget my
shenanigans on this day.

As the waiter placed my salad in front of me, our speaker was finishing his
speech. I stuffed my mouth with a forkful of salad, as every one applauded him.
He seated himself beside, as I gave a halfhearted clap or two. He sat looking
at me for an instant, acknowledging the words of approval from those around us.
I tried to slow down my starving hand that feed my starving mouth, so that I
looked as delicate as the petite director of the Chamber, but it was out of
control. He asked if it was okay for him to sit beside me. He expressed concern
of me devouring him, due to my obvious hunger. I granted him safe passage with
a carefree laugh.

I sat through the luncheon, caught in the middle of the conversation between
our speaker and the other occupants of my table. To be honest, I had no ideal
what our speaker talked about or even who he was. I looked for a program but
saw none, so I continued to devour my meal. Reaching for my glass of water, I
noticed his attention on me once again. I smiled, nodding my head at him. He
smiled back and thanked me for entertaining him while he was on the platform.
According to him not every one was as entertaining as I was with my breathless
arrival. I bounced in like spring after hard late winter's freeze, he said. I
was at a loss for words.

I noticed the silence from everyone seated, knowing that they were listening as
hard as they could. Never one for convention, I asked him what was his name,
where was he from and what his speech was about. The crowd around us made
audible shocked sounds. I was serious about my questions. I looked at him with
a smile as I patiently waited for his answers. He laughed aloud in obvious
delight. He told me that he would tell all if I had dinner with him that night.
I agreed much to the displeasure of every one around us. He was reminded of a
promised schedule appearance at the country club. I granted him a rain check.
Noticing the time, I excused myself, telling all that I had a business to run.
I turned to our esteemed speaker, saying how charmed I was of the whole event
and for him to enjoy his stay. To the relief of all I made a quick exist, not
unlike my entrance.

Back at the office I endured numerous calls, regarding the luncheon event. Some
of the calls were shared laughter over the concern of the speaker for his
salad. The other calls were voices of concern on how it looked for me to have
voiced aloud that I had no ideal what the lecture was about, by asking the
speaker those questions I asked. I took it all in stride, using what evasive
tactics I could, trying to get back to my work. When I got a call from Cyni,
the Chamber director, asking what my plans were for the evening. I feigned
vagueness, because I had already done my duties as a concerned business owner
for one day. She insisted that I change whatever plans I had because I was
invited to be our visitor's date for the gala that evening at the country club.

My call waiting went off as we battled back and forth. Before she could protest
I placed her on hold. Once finished with the call, I returned to the battle at
hand, commenting that if they needed my services it would cost and that I
didn't kiss on the mouth. My surprise was evident when a masculine voice,
laughingly told me that it was negotiable. I was stunned into silence, once
again, my foot in my mouth. Before I could say anything he told me his driver
would pick me up at 6:15 p.m. and on the way to dinner we would discuss my
cost. Then I heard a click as the phone was replaced on its cradle, the sound
releasing my muteness.

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire," I thought to myself, as I stood by
the phone uncertain as to how to get out of this deal that I had bumbled into.
But I knew that I was in hot water with a lot of people over this visitor who
ever he was, so I had better do something bright and inventive to get out of
the doghouse. I finished my work and headed home to change into the proper
dinner attire. I made a call to a close friend I had spied at the luncheon who
would be happy to inform me all about the visitor and his speech. Armed with
this information, I planned to surprise him and a few of the others present,
like the mayor and council members.

I thought of clever things to say as I attempted to get dressed. My phone was
ringing off the hook, due probably to the gossiping ways of Cyndi, the
director. I was absentmindedly getting dressed when I heard my doorbell chime.
It was 6:16 p.m. and I was late. I grabbed the first dress that I could find
out of my closet, slipped into a pair of black pumps, grabbed my small evening
bag and ran to the door. Breathlessly I opened the door. I smelled the roses
before I saw them, to intent on straightening my tight fitting black strapless
dress. My date was handsome in his evening suit. I had noticed his good looks
before but now I appreciated them. Thanking him, I took the roses with me to
the white limo, trying not to show too much leg as I scrambled into the back. I
felt him warm firm leg pressed tightly against mine.

I was at a loss as to what to say to him, so I said the first thing that came
to mind, "You are Mackenzie Henry from the Chicago land area!"

I smiled at him like a child who just said her ABC's for the first time.

He smiled back, "You, my Dear, are Sherrie Rose from Historic down town
Littleton."

Smiling at each other I offered him my hand. He kissed it softly, palm side up.
I felt warm and giggly like a teenager.

I failed to notice that our driver was not heading to the country club until we
stopped at the Finest Hotel in Littleton. I looked at him and said, "Mr. Henry,
this isn't..."

He interrupted, "Mac, please, call me Mac!"

"...the country club!"

"No, I decided that one programmed meal was enough for one day. I need some
quiet time. Do you mind? We can have room service."

I didn't say anything for a moment. A smooth mid-western man had duped me. I
had better watch him.

I said, "I got dressed up for room service!"

He laughed, "Come along Sherrie, I promise it will be worth it."

I walked through the lobby in my tight sleek black strapless dress under the
eyes of the desk clerks who probably got the impression of me as a high-class
escort. I know that I would think so. Once in his room, I was floored with the
array flowers and candles lit. He had gone all out to set up an atmosphere that
even the highest rated romantic café couldn't compete with. I was silent as the
door was closed and I was trapped inside with him, a willing prisoner.

I watched him pour me a glass of champagne. We toasted each other, silently.
The scent of the flowers along with the champagne tickled my nose. I didn't
know what to think of this arrangement for the evening. He smiled at me again,
trying to make me feel comfortable I supposed but it wasn't that I felt
uncomfortable just a dab confused. He broke the silence by saying that he hoped
that I wasn't offended, but he wanted to get to know me. It had been ages since
he had the pleasure to meet and enjoy the company of a fine lady, for me not to
be too hard on him for taking advantage of the situation. I was honored but
played it off as nonchalance.

We sat down to order our meal and to converse about the stories of our lives.
He was a fascinating person, warm, humorous and expressive with his
intelligence. I was a captive audience to his tales. I found that he, also, was
an excellent listener to my thoughts and ideals to whatever subject we spoke
of. I was enjoying myself, immensely. Our dinner flew by and before I knew it
so did the bottle of champagne. I felt light- headed and giddy. His attention
heightened the effects.

We moved from the cozy dinner table to the comfortable couch. His suite was one
of the nicer ones the hotel had, looking like home away from home. He ordered
another bottle of champagne much to my protest of needing to get home. Gazing
into those liquid eyes made it hard to say no, so I didn't. I had another
glass, and another...but the effects were minor compared to those I had from
this wonderful and delightful man. The laughter and smiles we shared were the
stuff Hallmark commercials were made about.

I was drawn to this man. More than once the thought of his kisses crossed my
mind. I was tingling all over from the champagne, and the occasional innocent
touch of our bodies. I caught him gazing at my breasts a few times, and once he
looked long and hard at my legs. I confess that my eyes were straying to his
lean body. I was very aroused by this man with his intelligence and humor.

Our laughter carried us into the night, as he told me tale upon tale of his
life. After one particular laughing session, I noticed that we had converged to
greater closeness on the couch, our knees lightly touching. I felt the
electricity of his essence in every accidental touch. Did he feel mine? Leaning
over me to pour the last of the champagne, his arm lightly brushed against my
left breast, causing instant hardness on the rosy pert nipple. I wantonly
pushed back against his arm, giving him a discreet side-glance and a devilish
smile.

He placed the empty bottle on the table beside him, turned to me and had me in
his arms in an instant, kissing me passionately. Our tongues teasing each other
as our hands explored our bodies through our clothes. He broke away from me
looking a little rattled, apologizing for the kiss. I silenced his words with a
smothering kiss full of southern hospitality. We melted together, hands tugging
at clothes. I wanted him.

I pushed away to stand in front of him, slowly unzipping my dress. He pulled me
against him the second that it hit the floor at my feet. My strapless black bra
accessorized my full lush breasts. He directed his mouth to my smooth tummy.
Murmuring words of endearment and praise, he trailed his kisses to the top of
my satin bikini panty. His fingers teased the top of my creamy thighs at the
area where my stockings ended and my flesh began.

He stood up at my urgings for me to help in the removal of his clothes. I
kissed parts of his body as they became exposed for my pleasure. His torrid
cock stood at attention, mainly mine. I fell to my knees to take him into my
eager mouth. I craved dessert, the creamy kind.

"Oh Sherrie, not yet!" he said in a rather husky voice, pulling me up to press
my body against his again.

He led me over to the soft bed, pushing me amongst the plush pillows. He
reached behind me to unhook my lacy bra, caressing my nipples, fingers
encircling the outer edges. My body shivered in response, as I felt his mouth
cover one of my dark nipples, sucking it into a tortured state of pleasure. His
free hand trailed down my mid-drift, over the satin smoothness of the panty
material to encounter wetness and clinging fabric. I arched my hips upward in
an instinctive motion, trying to embrace his hand with my inner thighs.
Ruffling his soft hair, I gasped with monumental need for pleasure, heaven,
hell, anything to expedite this cry for release from the prison of urgent
craving, which he caused as he lavished his expertise via tongue upon my body.

The rip of delicate fabric sliced through the sound of my harsh, rattled and
tormented breathing, as he exposed my womanly charms to his questing fingers.
His mouth left my breast to caress my full pouting lips for an instant, before
he traveled down my quivering stomach to rub his face amongst the fine soft
hair at the top of my pubic mound.

I moaned, "Mac, please!" Trying to control my shaking and need, I placed my
hand on his sweet head, urging him southwards. He obliged.

The tip of his tongue traced the outer limits of my full nether lips, tasting
the wetness that drenched my pussy lips. With ease, he traveled the roads of my
pussy with his hot mouth, like the most weathered traveler. I found myself in a
state of perpetual grind, as I rubbed his head, mouth and sharp wet tongue into
my warm center. His tongue teased my clit. Upon impact, I cried out in complete
heaven, urging him to go faster by grinding hard against his face, not caring
for his comfort, my desperate need overpowering me. His answer to that action
of hurried heat was to push my legs up to my chest, locking my knees in place,
exposing my vulnerability to his talented unhurried probing tongue. At his
mercy now, I had no choice but lie there and take whatever pleasure he decided
to bestow upon me.

I was drowning him with my wetness, while he played havoc on my clit. Taking me
to the point of almost climax and then stopping, only to resume his feast on my
sensitive clit.

I begged, "Please, Mac, please," as he tortured me so devilishly.

He glanced up from his task, his face shiny from my evident excitement. "You
are so delicious, Sherrie Rose. Come, love."

Saying this he slid two fingers inside my hungry pussy, searching for my g-spot
and successfully finding it. He covered my clit with his mouth, sucking on it
hard, his tongue like a violin bow, drawing across it. With his deliberate
fingers massaging across my g-spot, and his mouth eagerly devouring me, I
orgasmed with violence, spraying him with hot cum. He drank with gusto, licking
me clean.

His kisses, over my still trembling pussy, caused aftershocks to ripple through
my womb. He released my weakened legs, pulling his firm body over my subdued
one. I felt his hard cock with its wet head pressed upon the top of my creamy
thigh. He captured my head between his hands, my hair a tangle to imprison his
fingers. The taste of my sweet juices filled my mouth, as he deeply kissed me.
He gamely pushed my legs apart, smiling at me, whispering softly in my ear,
"Now, Sweet Wonderful Woman. Let me inside you. I crave your tightness around
my big cock."

With such ease, he entered me. I wrapped my legs around him, my hands moving
over his tight butt, pulling him in deeper.

Our bodies ground sensually together, as we kissed with slowness, smiling
deeply into each other's eyes, our souls and hearts mirrored in their depths.
His cock was so torrid, so hard and so...the loss of words was the result of
his skilled movement of his cock's steady drive over my g-spot. I came again
with no warning, once again lost in the violence of my pussy's explosion. How
he stayed inside was a question I wonder, because as wet as I was I don't know
how he didn't slide out. Maybe it was the death hold my pussy had locked on his
manhood.

He slid out of me, kissing down my stomach to once again devour my drenched
womanhood. The touch of his teasing tongue was all I needed on my throbbing
clit to send me over the edge once again. I was a quivering mass of Jell-O. It
was his turn to be tortured by mouth. I pushed him away from me, demanding his
cooperation. I said, "Relax! I want to taste my juices which are on you." I
didn't waste time. I went straight for the beautiful dark mushroom head of his
shapely cock. It pulsed under the tip of my probing tongue. He let out a small
sound of pleasure, as I wrapped my rosebud lips around his cock. The tip of it
was covered in pre-come all tasty and warm. I was so hungry for him.

I was in awe of this appendage of pleasure. It was of average size, maybe 7" or
so, with a slight curve, not unlike a banana, and very thick. My fingers could
not meet when I wrapped them around the base. I could make out every vein
within its structure. His cock had a lifeline of its own, definitely in 3-
D living color. I licked it as if I were a small child daintily lapping at an
ice cream cone. To me, his taste was full of delight and pleasure. He moved
with the subtle grace of a well-oiled machine as I told his cock deep within my
mouth. So sweetly, I teased him with the presence of my oral expertise. He
placed his hand on my head, urging me down onto his manliness, so rich and so
thick. I succeeded in getting all, except the thick base, into my welcoming
mouth. He pulsed and groaned as I increased the vacuum my mouth created. I felt
him tense his body. But I played dirty! I stopped my sucking motion on his
hardness, relaxing my mouth for a few moments. He couldn't take stand this.

He pushed me back once more unto my back. I felt him enter me in a heated rush.
I was so wet and so eager to feel him inside me once again. This time we both
were in a heated frenzy, all lost in the wild abandonment of the moment. I
confess that the pleasure was so gratifying. When I came this time, I bit his
shoulder to muffle the cry. I gripped his cock with my orgasm. He grabbed me by
the sides of my face and started to kiss me with animal magnetism and lust, his
tongue exploring my mouth, sucking my tongue. He came like that...with me
kissing him with the same wild animal fire. Our passion lost in the midst of
all this pleasing heaven. We were caught up on our bliss, to happy to believe
that this was reality and not a fantasy or dream.

His kisses on my face were as gentle as a kitten. I looked into his eyes and
saw my reflection. Was that really me? I had a happy, contented glow. His
handsome face mirrored the same expression. Smiling so radiantly at me, he
said, "I have so vacation time due. I like all this Southern Hospitality. I
think I need more."

His kiss was a reset button to our passion, as we began our erotic journey up
to heaven once more.

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