Busy Weekend
2006-10-09 @ 8:38 p.m.

Friday - Steve had a date with Chase so I babysat Abbie's children. She went to a 'party' with Chad. The boy is now six and the girl three. They were terrific. The boy spent most of the night playing his Star Wars video games. The girl is heavy into the Disney Princesses (Princessi?). She's got many of the DVD's. Guess what I did until 9:00PM, when she finally passed out?

It was great, though. She likes all the princesses, including the newer ones, but really loves the Old School Girls like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. Of course, I adore those old classics so it was a blast.

Saturday - Headed out of town with Chris to a wedding. A friend of his was getting married a few hours west of here. The reception was at a very nice hotel. It didn't start until six o'clock so we, like many guests, decided to get a room for the night.

The wedding was delightful and the bride was one of those 'natural' beauties. You know, one of those that doesn't need to hit the paint jar (makeup) to look stunning. She has a wonderful, healthy complexion. Yes, I hated her too. Not really. She seemed like a very sweet, lovely girl.

The bridesmaids gowns were unusually attractive: maroon, satin, halter-style gowns with ribbon trim at the waist. I've always suspected that the beauty of the bride is directly proportional to the bridesmaid's gowns chosen. The prettier the bride, the more she's willing to package her friends in something nice.

After the reception, a group of us went to a club for some drinking and dancing. I tried about five times to get Chris on the dance floor, but he "doesn't dance." The usual cool-guy refrain. I did dance though, and had a great time. At one point, a girl started to dance with me. I guess she was with the wedding party but I hadn't noticed her before. A very attractive blonde. We ended up doing one of those slow, slinky faux-lesbian dance numbers. She even ran her hands over my ass a few times. It was a lot of fun and actually quite a turn on.

During the dance, Chris's friends were hooting and hollering. They enjoyed it. Chris? I wasn't sure. He seemed amused and somewhat shocked at the same time. I went over to him after and threw my arms around him.

"What's a matter?"

"Nothing..." He said, smiling. I reached down between us a felt a bulge.

"So, that did turn you on?"

He just laughed. Chris is so circumspect when it comes to sharing sexual fantasies and what turns him on. As if I'd laugh or accuse him of being weird. Once, he confided that the Catholic school-girl look turned him on. So, last Halloween, I obliged. Still, that's not all that out there compared to Steve's fantasies, which he readily shares.

Later, back in our room, he grabbed me before we barely had the door closed. He was being very aggressive. He was also more than tipsy and his inhibitions were lowered.

"What's this," I asked as he grabbed my ass.

"I really want you?"

We kissed.

"Did seeing me dance with that girl help at all?"

He laughed again, embarrassed. "That was pretty hot."

Very soon, he had released me from my dress and was nibbling my neck.

"Did you like it when she grabbed my ass?' I whispered, as he nibbled away.

"Yes."

"She was cute, wasn't she?"

He shrugged.

"Come on," I teased. "She was hot."

"She was," he finally admitted.

"Huh," I said. "Too bad you didn't say something before."

"What?"

"We could have invited her back to our room."

Chris stared at me, not knowing if I was teasing (which I was) or serious. I pushed him back onto the bed.

"Are you serious?" He finally asked.

I reached down and began to undo his pants.

"Now you'll never know."

Chris was uncharacteristically aggressive and 'take-charge' that night. It was a long, pleasurable session. He did things he doesn't usually do like grabbing my head and forcing it onto his cock. He licked me for much longer than usual, even making me cum that way. He was rough, in a good way, making me cum at least five times, which may be a record for yours truly. He seemed to really get into alternating his cock between my pussy and mouth. I think the idea of me tasting myself really turned him on.

Finally, he got on top of me. He's obviously tired and he hasn't cum yet. I ran my hands through his hair and whispered, "what would you like me to do for you?"

With his inhibitions lowered he blurts out, "I want to be in your ass....Oh my god, I can't believe I said that...I'm sorry....I'm so sorry..."

I pushed him off me and got out of bed.

"Honey," he began, "I apologize."

Now, I'm standing by the table, going through my purse. I'm pulling out various items, lipstick, a tampon, a small notebook. I finally, dump out everything on the table. Chris is looking kind of sick, now.

"You're not calling Steve are you?" He was probably wondering if I had a hand gun.

I burst out laughing and walked back over to the bed. I didn't have any lube but I did have a small tube of vasoline which I keep handy for chapped lips. I showed it to him.

"I can't take a cock the size of yours without some help."

"Really, because we don't...."

I looked him in the eye and said, "I want you in my ass. You're big though, so be gentle."

There wasn't too much left in the tube but I greased him up as best I could. I then asked if he had any particular position in mind. He shook his head.

"You're exhausted," I said. "Let me do the work." I got on top and slowly eased his cock into my ass. It took some time because we are talking about eight inches. It hurt initially but I persevered and eventually he was in. I must have grimaced a few times because Chris kept on saying, "we can stop, we can stop..." I shook my head. After awhile it was great. I sat up and watched him enjoying it all.

"You like being in my ass?"

"God, it's great. So tight."

"Do you want to cum in my ass or mouth?"

That was all it took for him to cum.

After, I cleaned up and went back to bed and snuggled with him.

"See," I said. "All you have to do is ask."

In the morning, he was very cute. He kept asking if "we were OK." I had to reassure him. "Honey, after last night, we're great."

See what an innocent little dance can lead to.