Get Away
2007-09-04 @ 10:11 a.m.

Steve took me away on Wednesday night, so I had a super-long weekend. We went out of state to the races. I've never had much luck with betting the ponies and lost a few dollars. I'm not much of a gambler so I bet up to fifty dollars and after that I just sit back and people watch. It was a blast.

We stayed over three nights in a very nice hotel, attended the races, strolled the town streets, held hands, whispered sweet nothings to each other....It was very romantic and long overdue. Our schedules never seem to mesh and those one or two night get-aways that keep a relationship fresh have been rare lately. We aim to remedy that in the future.

We returned on Saturday afternoon so I had the remainder of the long weekend left to enjoy.

We got into town late on Wednesday, checked-in and fell into bed. We had brunch on Thursday, went to the track, then grabbed dinner. At night, we strolled arm in arm through the town and window-shopped.

Friday we were up early. Or Steve was up early. Up early and up hard. He rolled over in bed, half straddling me. I felt his erection against me leg. Well, we couldn't have that, could we? Lets just say I took care of him in a fast, furious, morning sex kind of style.

Then, we had a late breakfast and headed to the track again. I wore a short, pleated denim skirt that I know Steve loves. I ended up spending a majority of the afternoon swatting his hand away as it wondered over the skirt and tried to make occasional forays up the inside of said skirt. I must have said "Not in public," ten times that afternoon. He also pointed-out two young men, probably in their mid-twenties, who were checking me out. Or at least Steve said they were. Who knows. Either way, it gave me a little self-esteem boost.

We had dinner that night at a nice, little English-style pub. Steve kept suggesting we go back to the hotel but I thought I'd make him wait a while. In fact, his amorous advances, after our morning, surprised me. Steve usually doesn't pitch both ends of a double-header.

When I finally allowed him to take me back to the hotel, Steve was all over me. We were barely in the door and he had pushed me onto the bed, slipped my panties off and had his tongue in my pussy. He brought me to a delightful orgasm and then took me by the hair, pulled me off the bed and forced me onto my knees. I unzipped his pants and saw his swollen cock.

"Suck it," he ordered.

I took him into my mouth and began to suck. "Look up at me," he said. "That's it. Suck it and look at me."

I did as he requested. As my tongue flicked and darted over the underside of his cock, his eyes got a faraway look. When it felt as if he were about to explode, he got undressed, laid me on the edge of the bed, lifted my legs, grabbed my ankles and proceeded to plunder me. "You'll have to pay for teasing me all day," he said. Who was I to argue? I always pay my debts.

Next, he bent me over the bed and continued to fuck me, very hard. So hard that we had that we soon made that skin-slapping-skin sound. He pulled out. "Suck it some more!" I sucked him for a minute or so, until he pulled me off him. "I don't want to come yet," he said.

I pulled off my skirt and started to take my top off but he stopped me. "Keep the shirt on," he said. "And the heels." I always melt when he takes charge like that.

When he fucked me doggy style I came twice, in rapid succession, before he emptied himself inside of me. When we collapsed from exhaustion, it was only 9:30.

"Maybe we should order a Disney movie," I said. "To exorcise the room and make it wholesome again." The next day I slept most of the way home.

That's all I have for now. Dawn and Kitty Whip have their first show in a few days. Wish them luck. I think they'll kick ass.