Hotel Bar – Chapter Four

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As I woke up Saturday morning, before I even opened my eyes, I could tell the sun was shining brightly in my bedroom and I could smell coffee. As I stretched my arms above my head and contorted my legs in a big stretch, I heard a woman’s voice.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” said the energetic voice.It was then I remembered I had my first female guest spend the night at the house since Julie’s passing. Scenes from the spa and our slow fuckfest flashed through my head.Opening my eyes and trying to focus on the blonde MILF at the end of my bed I said, “Good morning, beautiful. Do I smell coffee?”Trisha smiled, “Yes, I found your coffee and made a pot. I’ve been up about a half hour.” She moved toward the dresser and walked to the bed holding two mugs of coffee. “Here you go.”I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, sat up and adjusted the pillows, and leaned against the large headboard. “Thanks. I could get used to this,” I said with a devilish grin. “Hey, you’re wearing my black dress shirt from last night.” That shirt has never looked better, I thought to myself.Trish sat on the edge of the bed near me. “So, we’re going wine tasting today, right?” she asked.I finished taking a sip of java and told her, “Yes, we have reservations at three wineries. Eleven, one, and three. All the wineries close at 5:00 pm.”“That sounds great,” Trisha said. She paused a moment. “I wanted to make you breakfast, but there is nothing in the refrigerator besides beer and condiments. No eggs, no milk, nothing.”Laughing, “In my defense, I eat breakfast almost every Konyaaltı Escort day with a group of guys at a diner in town. Most of us are farmers, we’re all about the same age, and we talk about business, our families, sports, whatever.”“Is that where you’re taking me this morning?” she asked.“We can go wherever you’d like. There is a fancy-schmancy bakery downtown that does a nice brunch,” I said.Laughing, Trish said, “No, the diner is just fine. Besides, I want to go to places you normally go to. Like the diner, so when we talk, and you mention your breakfast group, I’ll know what you’re talking about.”“OK, Betty’s Diner it is.”It was just 8:00 am by this time so we went out to the kitchen for another cup of coffee, watched the news, glanced at the newspaper on my iPad, and finally decided to get ready for the day.I let her jump in the shower first, but after about ten minutes she wanted me to join her. It’s a large walk-in shower with a bench at the far end and it has two shower heads, one on the wall and one from the ceiling. As I entered the bathroom Trisha was sitting on the bench, having just finished shaving her tanned shapely legs.“Come join me,” she said.As I entered the shower and put my back to the water, Trish squeezed a big blob of shower gel on her boobs and cleavage. “Come here.” When I stepped to her, she took hold of her big full tits and told me, “Put your cock right here,” looking up at me with her crystal blue eyes.“You dirty old lady,” I joked.I grabbed my cock and balls, gave them a shake, Escort Konyaaltı and stroked myself a few times until I was semi-hard. Trish wrapped her breasts around my manhood and started the up-and-down motion. With the soap, the water, and my cock her chest was soon a bit soapy. I was soon like a steel I-beam.Looking down, it was a beautiful sight. My cock was sandwiched between two milk melons. I released a long quiet sigh. “That feels great,” I whispered.As she continued with the tittie-fuck she told me, “Cum all over my tits.”It might have taken a total of three minutes, but I could feel an orgasm coming, no pun intended. I braced myself against the tile wall with one hand and added in a little thrusting.“I’m close. Faster,” I directed the multi-millionaire.“Cum for me, Scott. Shoot your load on my tits,” she said enthusiastically.As my balls and starfish tightened, I pulled back, grabbed my dong, and started jerking off furiously as I stared at her tanned boobs and face.“Yeah baby, give me your spunk!” she exclaimed.My dick twitched in my hand and the first rope blasted out of my crown and shot in her blonde hair a bit, some flying past her temple and over her shoulder. As I continued stroking, the second spurted right on the top of her right breast. I stopped stroking and several tablespoons worth of cum slowly oozed out and fell on her tits. When the flow ended, Trisha gobbled up my cock in her mouth while milking the last few bullets of my pearl seeds.“That was so hot,” I mumbled. “And so much Konyaaltı Escort Bayan fun.”Tricia stood up off the bench and pulled my head down for a kiss. As our tongues met, I could feel my warm, slimy, salty spunk entering my mouth. I accepted all that she wanted to give me. While looking at each other we both swallowed.“I saw that on PornHub,” she said giggling. “It’s so taboo, you know, a guy swallowing his own cum. And thanks for shooting jizz in my hair, now I have to wash it again.”We had a sensual soapy shower session washing each other spiced up with many kisses. The rest of the morning went by quickly getting dressed and packing up a few things for the day of wine tasting. I took Trisha to Betty’s Diner for a late breakfast and introduced her to a few of the “regulars” before heading to our first winery.As we exited town for our first winery, we ran into Giannoni’s Deli so could I pick up a charcuterie box I had ordered yesterday at lunch. The third-generation owner, Gigi, came out from behind the counter to assist me, but first, she gave me a big hug. This did not go unnoticed by my guest.“Scott, are you on a date?” Gigi asked sarcastically.Blushing a bit, I told her, “Yes, I am. This is my friend from Santa Barbara, Trisha Stewart.”The ladies politely exchanged greetings and Gigi went on to tell Trish that we grew up together, going to school since kindergarten. She also explained that she and Julie were on a lot of community boards together.“Well, I’m happy to see you on a date. Some of Julie’s friends wondered if and when you’d start to date,” said Gigi. Looking at Trish, “He’s a catch. Handsome, smart, and very, very wealthy.”Trisha made it clear, “I have my own money. I own twenty-one car dealerships on the central coast.” And then she softened her tone, “But you’re right. Scott is a catch.”

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