The Orlando Trip Part 3


Saturday afternoon, after a quickie back at the hotel, we decided to take a shower, get dressed and go out for the evening. The nice thing about the hotel is their spa sized bathtubs and half circle shower curtain. It provides extra room to shower or bathe. As Diane adjusted the water to a steamy flow I began lathering up a washcloth. “Let me see your back,” I suggested. Diane turned her back to me and ducked her head under the warm flow. I began washing her back near her shoulders, down her spine and ran my hand down the crack of her cute little ass. Using my other hand I reached around her and grabbed a handful of boob. Up ’til now neither of us had mentioned the incident in the parking lot. “You really seemed to enjoy Bill’s ring finger.” She spun around grabbing her wet hair in both hands, gushing, “Did you see that ring? It looked like a giant class ring. When he moved his hand into me he slid his ring finger and his pinky in first. At some point he must have pulled his hand out and turned the ring over. Cause when he put his fingers back in I felt that ring rubbing my clit. God, it felt huge!” She was just babbling now, the realization of what happened starting to sink in. Maybe she wasn’t sure how I was going to react, maybe she was just unsure of herself and how she felt about what had happened. I smiled and pulled her close, our naked bodies reacting to the contact. “Oh,” she giggled as she reached between us, wrapping her warm hand around my growing cock. “Looks like you enjoyed the show.’ She moved her other hand and took my cock in both hands, caressing it until it reached it’s full erect size. “I know we fucked already, but that was just a release for both of us. Let me show you how much I love you.” As she spoke she lowered herself into a kneeling position and took just the tip of my cock in her mouth. She began sucking on it like it was a lollipop, licking the tip, wrapping her lips around it, making a happy sound in her throat and then repeating it. I took her head in my hands, holding her in place, but I could only take this for a minute or two. Moving my hands to the back of her head, I slid my hips forward and urged her to take more of it. She briefly resisted before she grabbed my hips, fully taking my cock into her mouth. Diane began moving her head rapidly back and forth while she twisted it from side to side. I had to grab the side of the shower with one hand to keep from falling. My other hand was still urging her on. She continued to do the head bob, and bursa escort my cock seeming to grow harder with every stroke. Keeping her lips around my cock I dropped a load of cum down her throat, and she continued to suck the last drops out stroking the underside of it with her thumb. It took me a minute to catch my breath before I could speak, and then all I could muster was a weak, “Wow!” Diane stood up, grabbed the courtesy soap and began lathering her tits. “I’ll do that for you,” I offered reaching for her. “Get cleaned up or we’ll never get out of here. The other hotel guests are going to wonder what happened to all the hot water.” She turned, continuing to wash while I grabbed the soapy washcloth and finished washing myself. Finally finished we got out of the shower and dried off. Diane took her large towel and wrapped it around her tight little body, with just the top of her tits and her long legs showing. “Get,” she commanded, pushing me towards the bathroom door. “Let me put some fresh makeup on before we go anywhere.” I dropped my towel on the floor heading toward the dresser and some clean clothes. I was dressed, watching a baseball game on ESPN when Diane stepped out of the bathroom. She looked gorgeous, having put on a little makeup and fixed her hair. She had brushed it out, allowing it to hang free, no longer in the ponytail she had sported all day. Still wearing a towel around her middle, but now it looked different, so it took me a minute to realize that she had replaced the large bath towel with a small pool towel. It didn’t seem to cover as much. “What’s with the towel?” Now I was curious. “This old thing. It’s nothing,” she bantered, quoting a line from an old movie we had seen on TV earlier in the week as she ‘modeled’ the towel for me. I laughed at her mischievous attitude. I really loved her new relaxed attitude about her body. She is truly a beautiful young woman, several years younger than me. When we had gotten married she had been very shy and conservative. She still blushes when I tell her she is beautiful or comment on her body. But she had really started to have fun and enjoy her sensuality and sexuality after our trip to Atlanta, and I was enjoying it to the max. “Order something from room service,” she said as she admired herself in the mirror. “Or order a pizza. A couple of pizzas.” Again she had started to ramble on, speaking fast as if she slowed down she would stop talking. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I reached for bursa escort bayan the restaurant listing offered in each room, turned to the Pizza section and asked her what she wanted exactly. “I don’t care. Something, anything, just order something.” Now she was moving with a nervous excitement as she spoke. She glanced at me, moved it hand in the direction of the nightstand phone and wiggled her fingers. “Come on. Order something.” I found the one listed nearest the hotel, dialed the number and ordered a pizza and some wings. Hanging up the phone I stood and walked towards Diane. “Don’t you want to go out tonight?” She didn’t look at me as she spoke quickly, “Yeah, sure, but its still early. I don’t want to be drinking without something on my stomach.” She was moving around the living room area avoiding looking at me. “How long?” “How long, what?” I asked blankly. “How long before the pizza guy gets here?” “The girl said about twenty minutes. They’re just around the corner. It should be here soon. Are you alright?” concern sounded in my voice. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Order another pizza from somewhere else.” “WHAT? I already ordered you a pizza and me some wings. I don’t want pizza, I thought we would go the Outback and have a nice steak.” Now I was totally confused. She slowed her pacing, sitting down on the end of the bed. She looked up at me, biting her bottom lip. This is a sure sign she was about to tell me something, but wasn’t sure what my reaction would be on hearing it. “You know my girlfriend Katie? Well, she told me that whenever she and Mike travel they always order food out. Then she flashes the delivery guy if he’s cute. I thought about it and decided that I could flash the delivery guy by ‘accidentally’ dropping the towel when I paid him,” she said looking at me for approval. “And just how will you know if he’s cute or anything?” “The peephole. When he knocks, look through the peephole. Katie said you leave the door cracked, look through the peephole and then tell him to come in. I’ll be back here,” she said standing between the couch and coffee table, “with my wallet in that chair. I’ll get the money and when I go to pay him, I’ll just ’accidentally’ drop the towel. He gets a tip and a cheap thrill.” Now she was talking normal, explaining her misbehavior as a well rehearsed plan. She was smiling a sinful smile, pleased with her courage. “How many places do you want me to call? Should I get the Yellow pages out?” ” No,” she responded thinking escort bursa about the question. “Right now just call another one and we’ll see what happens.” “And just what am I supposed to be doing?” “When you hear me say ‘Let me get your money’ you can come out of the bedroom and watch. Neat, Huh? “Yeah, ‘Neat.” She scurried toward the door, standing on her tiptoes to look at the peephole. She took a quick look towards the elevator as she opened the door to allow the deadbolt to hold it open. “Go hide. Shoo. Back into the bedroom. Just wait.” Her nerves were starting to get to her again. I wasn’t sure I liked this little game, but remembered our trip to Atlanta and some of her other misbehavior since then. I walked around the wall that divided the living area from the sleeping area when there was a knock on the door. Diane ran towards the door holding the towel together under her jiggling tits, peaked through the peephole and pulled the door open. As I disappeared around the corner a glance over my shoulder allowed me to see that the back of the towel had fallen and her entire backside was now visible to the delivery driver. Diane looked up and saw me snooping, gave me a dirty look and tilted her head towards the bedroom. Hell, the kid was staring at her ass so hard he could have walked right past me without seeing me. “Let me get you your money,” she said loudly as she had walked towards her purse. I stepped around the wall just as Diane dropped the towel and her wallet. She was reaching for the wallet and her towel in no real hurry when the young man offered to help her. The guy was about twenty, rather nerdy looking with black rimmed glasses and a baseball cap pushed back on his head, a name tag identifying him as Robert. He came around the table and took the towel in his hands and continued to stare at what would become legendary at the pizza joint. Diane had retrieved her wallet and stood to pay him, naked as the day she was born, but a whole lot better developed. “I’ll take that,” she requested reaching for the towel. For a few seconds it didn’t register with Robert that she wanted the towel, or that she was even speaking. His eyes continued to carefully examine each and every inch of Diane’s body. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.” He held the towel out with the sad realization that the beautiful sight would soon be covered up. Diane took the towel, dropped it on the table and offered the young man some money. He smiled when he realized that he could still enjoy the view. I don’t think he had blinked the during the entire transaction. Diane paid him, moved towards him and indicated the location of the door. “Thank you,” he said checking his hand seeing that he had received a good sized tip in addition to the show.

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