Mustang Sally & Afternoon Delight

Architecture student Bobbi is on summer break and finds the vintage motor inn of her dreams but really lucks out when the older owner is pretty hot himself. Summer romance and self discovery.

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Mustang Sally

 

‘Mustang Sally you better slow your Mustang down.’

 

Jerry Robertson

I’ll admit I noticed the Mustang before the girl driving it. Poppy red 1965 Mustang convertible. I know this because it was the year I was born and it is a car I coveted all my life.

The girl quickly grabbed my attention. She stood behind her open door and seemed to study the office, then she looked up at the HiWay Motor Inn sign. She pulled her black cats eye sunglasses down her nose. The corner rhinestones winked in the sun as she looked at me through the front window. I would not pick her for a tourist, and certainly not in our little town.

When the interstate went in and bypassed our town, things went downhill. I worked here when I was a kid and of course it became mine after my Dad passed, which was right about the time my wife wanted me to sell it. I was kicking it around but then she died, so after that there was no reason to change.

The bell on the door jingled when Mustang Sally stepped in along with a puff of hot humid summer air . She smiled and removed her sunglasses. Chocolate brown eyes and hair made me want to see if she tasted the same. Where the hell did that come from. I’m dreaming, I laughed to myself, this girl is young enough to be your daughter.

“Hi! I just love this place!” I smiled, waiting for her to ask for a room. She had an elbow on the high check in counter and all I saw above it was white with red polka dot top. “You’re the owner?”

“Ah, yes, yes I am. Can I help you with anything?” At all. I hope.

・Not really, I always wanted to stop by. This is such a great example of googie architecture.・

Before I could reply, the phone rang and I went back to my desk to answer. While I tapped in the dates of stay and information in the computer, she came back and perched on the edge of my desk. She crossed her legs, and the white sandal dangled off perfectly manicured red toes that matched her capri pants that matched her car.

I had to ask them to repeat the information before I hung up.

She sat saying nothing and still smiling, giving me time to notice the midriff top she was wearing, which I had not seen since i was a teenager. This top was obviously current though and buttoned low, exposing a lot of her ample cleavage, and tied in the center of those wonderful breasts.

She held out a slim manicured and and said, “My name is Roberta Jeanette Thibideaux, but you can call me Bobbi for short. That’s Bobbi with an I.”

“I thought your name would be Sally.”

Roberta ‘Bobbi’ Jeanette Thibideaux

“All you want to do is ride around Sally“

On an impulse I turned into the parking lot of an old motor inn on the outskirts of town. I imagine before the interstate, it was a happening place. Today I suspect they do mostly hourly business.

As an architecture student, I noticed the googie style, popular in the fifties and sixties. The sweeping roof lines, and bold dramatic angles. The atomic HiWay Motor Inn sign that was spelled out in individual letters vertically soared high and could be seen forever it seemed. A wall of breeze block punctuated the style.

I parked and marveled at how this place had just been lost in time. No one had marred it’s atomic significance with renovations.

I hadn’t planned on going in, but the silver fox guy at the desk caught my eye. No one ever accused me of being bold, but here I was.

The bell on the door jangled loudly and would have caught his attention most anywhere on the property. There were twelve units in a U shape, with the office at the front on one side, the other looked as though it may be laundry and storage, so all the units were well back off the street.

At five foot six inches I’m not short, but the check in counter nearly came to my shoulders. It was the same sweeping curves as the roof line. I gazed around a room that I was sure had not changed from the day it was built.

I noticed him staring at me, with a bit of a frown. “Hi! I just love this place!” Whoa, girl, is that the best you can do. “You’re the owner?” I asked, knowing by now he would think i was totally nuts. His phone rang before I got in deeper. Especially after my googie comment.

I walked around the high counter to check out the rest of the room, but I could not help but check the handsome proprietor. He could have been my Dad, and did have a little bit of a Dad bod, but there was a latent maleness that usually only younger guys have. And what I was thinking about him was definitely not Dad like, I thought wryly.

While he took the call, I sat on the edge of his desk, which would normally be another bold ballsy move for me. I chalked it up to the atmosphere of this place. His voice was raspy and deep bass. A voice i could listen to all day. A voice I could get rich by pandering him to women for phone sex.

He leaned back in his office chair just as I crossed my legs and noticed he was distracted by my sandal swinging off my toes. Although I saw no ring, I wondered if he was married.

He hung up and I introduced myself. I had to wonder what made him think my name would be Sally. Who the hell was Sally anyhow? But I decided then and there that had more important things to discover about him.

“I remember having gone by this place as a little girl and wondering about it. I guess I loved architecture even then.”

“Oh, you’re an architect?”

“Student. Another year and I will be. I’m on break.” Done with talking about me, I looked around the room. “This place looks as though it hasn’t been touched since it was built.”

“Not really. My wife wanted to do some updating, but my father was adamant it stayed the way it was.”

Wife. Ugh. I was afraid of that. Why should I care, I asked myself. Because he is intriguing, that‘s why!

“Well no offense to your wife, but I’m glad you father wanted it to stay that way. I take it he has passed?”

He nodded. “Yes, both my wife and my father.”

I almost grinned but caught myself at the last moment. “Sorry to hear that,” was all I said, and he nodded, giving me the feeling it had been a while back.

I picked up a piece of mail off his desk. “So you’re Jerry Robertson?” I didn’t know if he heard me he was so busy watching my leg swinging next to his, but he did nod.

“Yes, sorry, I should have introduced myself.”

“Was your wife’s name Sally?”

“Huh… No, why?” He looked quizzical, then exclaimed, “OH! No. Haven’t you ever heard the song, Mustang Sally? Way before your time, so maybe not.”

“Ohhhhh, yes of course I have! I just didn’t put it together. I love that song! I have it on an 8 track in my car.” He started to say something but I interrupted, “Yeah yeah 8 track wasn’t factory until 1966 but it was installed as a hang on.”

“You really know your car, don’t you?” he said, impressed.

“Yes. It’s the only car I’ve ever known. My Daddy had it and passed it on to me. It’s all i have of him.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” he said sympathetically. I nodded, my eyes straying to his open shirt and the silver hairs glinting in the black fur on his chest. Thinking about how hairy he may be caused me to squirm a bit on his desk. “You can sit in a chair if it’d be more comfortable.”

“No, I like it right here, Jerry.” I liked using his name for the first time.

Jerry Robertson

So Roberta Jeanette Thibideaux was a college student. Still too young for me, or I was too old for her. Either way. Although she did seem to be flirting with me. But it could just be her personality. The friendly type.

She uncrossed her legs and let them dangle, and leaned forward a bit, which gave me a great view down the valley between her breasts. I got a glimpse of delicate white lace of her bra, which made me cross my legs to try to hide the growing bulge in my lap. Too late because I saw her smile.

“What have you designed? Buildings, houses…?” I trailed off knowing really nothing about architecture. Hell I didn’t even know this old motel’s design had any historical significance.

“I’ve designed most everything for my classes, but I love designing modern homes with touches of mid century modern. It’s very popular now thankfully.”

“Is it something that would be popular around here?”

“Nah, I doubt it, but I plan on working in Atlanta anyhow.”

An hour away. Oddly I felt a bit depressed at that thought. “Okay I’m sure you’d be busy there.” She nodded.

I excused myself and picked up the phone, spending the next five minutes explaining why I did not rent for short amounts of time.

After I hung up, she asked, “You got something against afternoon delights, a little lunchtime nookie?” I just stared at her, shocked. “Or you just don’t like sex,” she stated.

“Of course I do!” Although I couldn’t think of the last time I had a date that involved sex. Not many available women to choose from in this little town and most of them had known my wife and felt sorry for me more than anything. My wife had lingered with her cancer.

She leaned towards me, offering an even better view of those luscious globes, and said, “Then what do you have against them renting from you for a few hours of fucking?”

My eyes were mentally caressing those ivory skin breasts and her words coming at the same time made my balls ache.

“It just doesn’t…. What if…. ” I really had no excuse. “My wife would have flipped if I would have done that.”

“But she’s gone, Jerry,” Bobbi said softly, leaning forward to touch my shoulder. I nodded. It was long ago and I can think about her and talk about her without the pain anymore.

“You’re right. Sometimes it’s just easier to do what we’ve always done around here and not have to think about it.”

“I get it.”

Roberta ‘Bobbi’ Jeanette Thibideaux

‘I bought you a brand new Mustang.. A nineteen sixty five, huh’

Jerry was a lonely guy, no doubt about it. He had accepted the death of his wife and moved on from that, but just has not really been living. The fact he got an erection when I unintentionally flashed him my tits, gave me hope.

“So you’re a sexy guy, Jerry,” I said, noting his reaction and wondering if anyone ever told him that. “I’d think you’d be using your own rooms here now and then.” I made it a statement and not a question. It still made him blush. He had a virility about him that would seem to be hard to temper. With a little nurturing….

He chuckled. “No, not me. Just a boring motel owner.” Those devilish blue eyes told me that once unleashed, this guy would be anything but boring.

“You don’t have any kids do you?”

“No, how did you know?”

“You’re not old like a guy that has been all wrapped up in his kids. Hard to explain.” I shrugged.

He looked at me for a moment. “So is that a good thing or a bad thing for me.”

Without skipping a beat, I replied, “Good. Oh it’s very good.”

・Then this is indeed my lucky day.・

I slid off the edge of his desk which left me standing close to his chair. 溺ay I have a tour of one of the units? If you have time, that is.・

“Of course!” He stood up and had to brush against me when he went by.

He put an old Out To Lunch sign on the office door and locked it. We went to one of the back units.

As was typical back then, all the good stuff was on the outside. The rooms back then were meant for a quick bath or shower and a good night’s sleep before hitting the road again the next morning. It was fresh and clean smelling, but needed a little updating. Not remodeled, just new paint, curtains, that sort of thing.

I picked up the motel shampoo bottle and tossed it up and down in my hand. “You know, if you do decide to offer a little love shack room, I bet it would be a swinging door of traffic. I mean, who doesn’t like a little spontaneous sex right?” He nodded. “There are probably things you wouldn’t need in the room, like extra blankets, maybe other stuff…. Keep it simple and don’t use resources you don’t need.”

“Yes yes,” he said, thinking. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. “What else?”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Paint, new curtains, blankets, and the like. You have the awesome terrazzo flooring, so nothing needed there. It’s in beautiful condition.” I walked around, considering everything. “The furniture is in great shape and of the era so I wouldn’t change that at all.”

“That’s all good and we can do that, yes.” I don'[t know if he realized he said ‘we’ but I liked it.

“You know we can get this in the media. There are followers of the atomic age, googie, space age, and ultramodern would love to stay in a place like this.” I stopped and laughed. “Just so you know that afternoon sex wasn’t all I thought about.”

This devilish blue eyes danced when he grinned and said, “I’ll remember that.”

Jerry Robertson

I felt like a moth around her flame, flying close, then backing off. What was it about her. I don’t remember ever having been this playful. But again, our age difference was at the forefront. Even if it was a game between us, I planned on enjoying it, for however long it lasted.

Her ideas for the units were all wonderful and I began to get inspired. She seemed to have an eye for it because of her love of vintage.

“Yes, paint and all the rest are possible,” I agreed. But she could have suggested anything and i would have agreed with her. “As long as you’re here to supervise it all.” I smiled.

“Yes! I’ll help! I’ll not only supervise but I’ll help paint and stuff. I love doing that!” She was flitting around the room like a butterfly while i enjoyed her breasts bouncing and sexy little ass in those tight red capris. “When can we start?!” She bounced up and down in front of me.

I smiled, not saying anything, just enjoying the impact of that luscious body my libido. She glanced down and grinned impishly.

“We can start anytime you want,” I said. “Anytime.” The sooner the better, I thought.

“Tomorrow? I can bring you paint samples unless you want to go look yourself?”

“No no no, it’s all yours, Bobbi.” I moved to the door. I hadn’t spent any money on this place other than general upkeep, and that was mostly behind the scenes, that i was willing to invest in this place.

Suddenly she hugged me and i was not expecting that. I wasn’t ready for the sweet smell of her neck, the softness of her hair, the creaminess of her skin, the firmness of her breasts into my chest. And I certainly hugged her tighter and longer than would have been normal for the situation, but she kept hugging me too, and I knew this was right. Whatever this was.

Roberta ‘Bobbi’ Jeanette Thibideaux

‘Guess you better slow that mustang down, huh’

Never expected that my whim this morning would turn into such an exciting project. I was irrationally excited to begin and stopped at the store after I left the motel.

I was somewhat surprised that Jerry was so agreeable to my suggestions. It made me wonder if it was just because he had been alone for awhile and had no one to do it for. I mean obviously an improvement in a business is always a good thing, but most people have to have an investment in it personally, even if it does include someone else.

It was apparent he had a physical reaction to me and I wondered if that was also because he’d had no one for awhile. Oh maybe he had been dating, but I suspected it was no more than a few dates here and there. I wanted to think he was interested in me, although I was likely too young for him.

I gathered a number of era appropriate paint samples and while at the store, got some pictures of possible window and bed coverings.

・Good morning! I brought you coffee. I hope you drink it. Just occurred to me you might be one of those weirdos that doesn稚 like coffee. I got sugar and cream in case you lean either way, or swing both ways. And since we need sustenance to get through this,・I tossed a box of donuts on the desk. He sat there, somewhat stunned. 泥on稚 tell me you池e not a morning person?・

・Ummm, I am not a morning person, but you are waking me up. Quickly,・he said laughing. 鄭nd good morning to you too. You池e looking nice today Bobbi, and yes coffee is imperative.・

I admit I liked turning him on and dressed for that today. “Thank you,” i smiled appreciatively.

I sat on the edge of his desk and fanned the paint swatches out in front of him. I crossed my legs, today they were bare up to the short denim cut offs. I had a matching blue midriff baring tied shirt that was open from collar to the tie, creating a deep open V, giving a more revealing view of my breasts. I decided i was not going to play fair. I expected him to throw out stumbling blocks, but I was ready for them. I had set out to seduce him.

We quickly narrowed down what we liked, which I’m pleased to say were pretty much the same. We were not quite as in agreement over window and bed coverings, so I told him i would find some other ideas.

“Now we need to get the paint. I can give you a check you can pay with.”

“Why don’t you run and get it. I can stay here and check in any guests. It’s pretty clear how it works. I can call if I get in trouble.” He agreed and I tossed him the keys. “Here, take Sally.”

He didn’t argue, but walked out the door with a huge grin on his face, fired her up and off he want with a bright grin.

I checked in a couple of guests before he got back. “I see you got initiated as an innkeeper,” he said smiling.

“I did! These folks won’t stay long, ” I said, cringing and giggling.

“Really? How much did you charge them?” I showed him. “Wow, they paid that much.”

“Sure, they’ll pay for morning nookie. Or afternoon.” I laughed.

“I guess so!”

We started with the room next to the office so we could keep an eye out for any check ins and outs.

He grabbed a brush and began cutting in, and grabbed a roller. We were halfway around the room in no time.

“It’s so much brighter already!”

He stepped back and looked around. “I believe you are right!” I bent over to load the roller and started on the third wall. “You are a distraction though you know.”

I looked over my shoulder and he was pointedly looking at my ass. I knew the shorts had ridden up baring more than I normally would. For anyone but him that is. “Do you want me to change?”

“HELL NO.” I smiled and went back to painting. I like a man that didn’t beat around the bush. At least not until he was ready to deal with my bush. This man brought out my naughty thoughts, I’ll say that.

We got the first coat on the room and had to wait for the second, which i intended to do today. “Hey, I’ll help you change out those rooms while we’re waiting.”

It also took us no time at all to strip the beds, grab all the towels and take them to the washer. He started the washing machine and i went back to put clean sheets on. I was bent over smoothing the sheets and stepped back right into him. He grabbed my waist so neither of us would fall.

“Ooops, sorry, I didn’t know you were back there,” I whispered because neither of us had moved. I felt his erection against my ass. His hands tightened on hips. I relaxed back against him. He slid his hands up to my bare midriff and i gasped from the heat.

“Bobbi, I ―”

We heard the crunch of tires in the parking lot and I jumped away as though I was stung. He went to the office while I finished the two rooms.

Jerry Robertson

Bobbi had no idea the thrill I got driving that gorgeous red Mustang, now christened Mustang Sally. A car was an odd connection between a man and a woman, I thought. But corny as it sounds, my life is already brighter with her presence in it.

It was shocking to me how much she charged for renting the rooms for a few hours. And that it happened not once, but twice. I figured if I did offer it, I’d have to discount it from the daily rate too much to make any profit. She taught me a lesson. Much of it was that she liked to tease me with all the ‘afternoon delight’ and ‘morning nookie’ stuff. She’s going to teach me a lot of lessons I suspect.

I had a brush and was cutting in, but it was slow going with all the titty winks and her nearly bare ample ass. She drove me crazy and I spent more time watching her than i did painting. I knew she knew what she was doing and I can’t say I was not enjoying the game. The art of seduction is powerful.

We worked so well together that we had the two rooms cleaned and ready to go again in half the time it would take me on my own.

I almost lost control when she backed into me. She didn’t jump away as I’d expect and I didn’t move. Her body felt so good against mine, I imagined how her skin would feel and had to touch her, even just for that moment. I wanted to kiss her, feel her arms wrapped around me. Her breath came faster and I knew she felt it too. I don’t know how far it would have gone had the guests not arrived to check in.

I had not been living on premises although there was a small apartment in the back of the office. I decided to clean it up just in case we worked late and I didn’t feel like driving home.

I looked around and it was even worse than our rental units were. Old paint and old everything, really. I got the paint chips back out and decided on a color. Bobbi was not able to work on the other room until later in the afternoon, which made it perfect for me to go get the paint and shop for the apartment.

I was able to have half the place painted and everything put away before she arrived to start working on the guest unit.

“Hey Jer!” She smiled warmly. “Got some more pictures of bedding for you to look at while I was out this morning.”

“Great, we will take a look at them later.” She agreed and we gathered supplies to start the second unit.

“I love this color yellow. It was so popular back in those days.”

“I’m glad,” I said without thinking. Actually I was thinking… Of the apartment that was a similar shade of yellow. “You like it,” I added, somewhat lamely.

She was excited and didn’t notice. But what I noticed was she was not letting up on me and wore even more distracting clothes today.

・I値l start over here with the roller,・she said bending over to pick up the paint tray, wearing even shorter shorts than yesterday. The narrow crotch barely covered between her legs and her smackable ass was on full display. As she reached up to roll near the ceiling her cropped t-shirt raised enough that the under curve of her delectable breasts was on display. And today she wore no bra.

“Can you reach that high,” I said, standing next to her ladder. I startled her and as she jumped, I put a hand on her bare ass to keep her from falling.

She looked down and reached high with the roller knowing I could fully see up her top. “Does it look like it?” She grinned knowing I wasn’t watching. She squealed when I gave her ass little squeeze and smack before I picked up my brush.

Roberta ‘Bobbi’ Jeanette Thibideaux

‘Let me say it one more time, y’all Now, all you want to do is ride around Sally’

I was so happy that Jerry ws having as much fun with this as I was. He needed some fun in his life and I could already see him opening up. It was like a long, seductive slow dance. We both knew how it would end, but knew that it would be a lot of fun and steamy times getting there.

“So you liked copping a feel?” I asked, giggling.

“Well, when its right there in my face, I have no choice but to react. I’m a man, after all.”

“You certainly are that,” I said, giving him a lecherous up and down look. “In your face huh.”

“Well sort of. I mean you were up on that ladder and―”

“Like this?” I said, interrupting him.

He turned and his eyes bugged out when he saw i was now topless. My 36C’s were visible and in his face.

“If someone needs to be checked in, who is going to be appropriate enough to do it?” I said making a point of looking at the front of his pants that were tented out.

“I’d say we were both appropriate. For an hourly motel.” I laughed.

He walked over to the ladder and stood in front of me. “I think you are wonderfully inappropriate.” He slid his hands up my hips and sides until his thumbs brushed the sides of my breasts. He watched my nipples harden and moaned softly.

“Funny because I’m feeling pretty indecent right about now,” I whispered, willing his hands to fondle my aching tits.

“Mmmm, nope, you’re pretty decent to me.” He held the sides of my tits and kissed the valley between.

I held his head to me. “Yesss,” I whimpered.

“You know we can’t. Someone could come in at any time and I don’t want anyone but me seeing this wonderfully indecent girl I have in my hands.”

I nodded. “Yes, I know. I got carried away teasing you.”

・Never carried away. Just not the time nor place for more.・He hesitated. 典here will be a time and place. SOON.・He picked up his brush and began painting again.

While painting, I wondered what he meant time and place. Made no difference, I could not wait to feel his body against mine. Maybe we could christen each room by fucking in it which gave me a creative charge. I would have to think about it before bringing it up to Jerry. I didn’t want to totally scare him. I was a little surprised at how he had come out of his shell already, but I had been persistent.

The next morning I was excited to tell Jerry about my idea. I had a chance to think about it and sleep on it and was ridiculously excited.

He was sitting at his desk doing some paperwork when I bounced in. “Someone is in a good mood this morning,” he said leaning back in his chair, giving me a chance to sit on his lap. “Whoa, I guess she is.” His arm went around my waist.

It took me a moment to gather my thoughts because of the distraction of being on his lap, being that close. I grabbed a paper that I had sketched out a few ideas and he looked over my shoulder.

“And what is this,” he asked pulling me back against his chest.

“I had a great idea i think!” His fingers lightly caressed my skin and I shivered. He thought I was cold and began briskly stroking my thighs, making it even worse. I squirmed, me moaned and I felt his hardness against my hip.

“Go on, while we still can talk.”

“Okay right. Okay…. Remember we were talking about christening each room when we got done?”

“We did? When did we talk about that? How did i miss it? Excellent idea, no matter.”

“Okay, maybe I was just thinking about it then. Whatever!” she said, obviously anxious to move on.

“Yes yes, go on!”

“I was thinking one of the rooms could be more of a sexy room.”

I cocked my head.”Sexy room?”

“Yes! Like this!” I showed him my drawings.

“Wow, these drawings are perfect,” he said, amazed.

“I’m an architect, that’s what i do.”

“Right right, go on!”

“Well anyhow, this is it, make one of the rooms like this. Sexy. Like for honeymooners or those that need a sexy room to do.. whatever.” I trailed off. “You know what I mean!”

“It’s pretty clear right here in your drawings. I like it, but I need to think on it a bit.”

“I know. I figured you would.”

He put his arms around me. “Have you warmed up yet?”

“Ummm, maybe a little more,” I said, cuddling into his chest and thinking how I could get used to this.

Jerry Robertson

Although I wanted to do everything and anything she asked, I did have to sleep on this new idea of hers. Just her presence has opened me up to more, but I don’t want it to become a brothel here. We had plenty of work to do in the other rooms before we got to that.

Two rooms were painted and only needed window and bed coverings to be ready to book. I was looking forward to comments from those that come through every fall for leaf season. But the oppressive heat of summer was still here, which made this a great time for these improvements.

A new day and a new room. Bobbi came rolling into the parking lot early and got out balancing store bags, donuts and coffee. I ran out to help her.

“You’ve been busy already,” I laughed.

“I have! I stopped at that little antique store in town? You know the one?” I nodded. She pulled two vintage paint by number style paintings out of the bag. “Aren’t these cool?!”

“Bet I know which room you want them in,” I chuckled.

“What do you think? Are they okay?!”

“They’re great, honey,” I said, loving her excitement.

She set two atomic lamps on the table. “Well?!”

I knew those were her pride and joy from the shopping excursion. “Perfect! They’re in beautiful condition too.” I would only need to update the wiring, which was no problem. “Hey, let me know how much all this cost.”

She named a ridiculously low price. “I think the woman that owns the shop has the hots for you. She asked me a lot of questions,” she smirked.

I shrugged, “What can I say? Cat is definitely out of the bag now. I got a trophy for being the sexiest motel innkeeper in the city.”

She laughed. “You are so funny,” she smiled and wrapped her arms around me. She looked up and said, “I think you should repay me in kisses for all this stuff.”

I walked over to the door and flipped to the Out To Lunch sign and locked the door.

Roberta ‘Bobbi’ Jeanette Thibideaux

‘All you want to do is ride around Sally (ride, Sally, ride) Ha’

I was so excited to find the lamps and paintings for the rooms at that little shop. I think he thought I was kidding about the old lady that was hot for him. I got the impression she had her eye on him for a long time, but either wouldn’t or couldn’t make the first move. Jerry was clueless to her interest in him so he would never dream of making a move. I’m not ashamed to say that I all but told her he was taken. By me. But I didn’t add that last part.

It was actually that moment with her that I realized I did want him. And I was pretty sure he felt the same sure. With a little nudge anyhow.

“So shouldn’t the sign say we are Out To Breakfast?”

“Breakfast and lunch,” he murmured taking me in his arms.

I sighed, loving his hard body against my soft curves. I couldn’t wait to be naked together. I raised up on tiptoe and pressed my soft full lips against his. He parted to let my tongue in for a taste. He was coffee and all male. He moaned and dipped his tongue in to taste me. Our tongues dueled. I had my hand on the side of his face. I felt a trace of beard and smelled spicy men’s shaving scent. Even that turned me on. I leaned into his body and he squeezed my ass, pulling me against him.

“Is this how you wanted me to repay you?” he whispered, kissing my neck. I moaned finding it incredible that a man that had not had an ongoing sex life for a few years knew exactly what to do.

“At least. I might need more than I thought though.” I went under his sport shirt and moaned when I felt his hot skin under my hands.

“You keep going like this honey and I can guarantee I’ll need more.” I pushed his shirt up over his head. I looked at his mat of curls as I ran my fingers through them. Black with just a few strands of silver. His brown nipples were hard and he sucked in a breath when I lightly scratched my nails over them.

Our kiss was hot, steamy and punctuated with breathy sighs and moans. He cupped my ass and pulled me up against him. “Wrap your legs around me, honey.”

Suddenly he whisked us behind the office into a room I had never noticed. It smelled of fresh paint. He set me on the bed.

“A secret room! I love it.” The bed was the centerpiece. One small dresser was against the outer wall and thick silvery plush carpet went wall to wall.

“For us,” he said, coming down over me and kissing me. His thigh was between mine, his hardness against my hip.

We kissed while I ran my hands over his back. I wove my fingers through his thick silvered hair and held his head so I could take over the kiss. I nibbled his lower lip and tugged. He moaned and began grinding into my hip. His thigh pressed against my wet pussy.

We were so rabid to get each other’s clothes off we got tangled together like a comedy act. Finally his hard naked body was against mine. I sat astride him on his upper thighs and slid my hands up his chest, enjoying the dense curls. His cock was thick and heavy and jerked when my fingers neared as I traced the arrow of hair closer.

Jerry was indulgent while I studied his body, running my hands over the textures, the hard and the soft. His cock lay in my hand, so hot and hard, but covered with silky skin. I spread precum on the head of his cock with my thumb and he moaned. I squeezed his hardness in my hand and milked up another drop of precum.

I raised and moved between his legs. I weighed his fat balls in my other hand. The base of his cock and his balls were thickly furred like his chest, only no silvers. Just jet black hair that contrasted with the whiteness of his skin. I noted that we would soon be working on some manscaping.

I leaned over and licked another drop off the head and he moaned. I was on a mission of discovery and noted every reaction. I flicked the tip of my tongue across the hole and sensitive area below and listened as he sucked in a breath. I ran my tongue around the deep ridge that circled the mushroom head.

“Ohhhh, sweetheart…. Your mouth….” he gritted.

I wrapped my lips around the ridge and sucked. He jerked and moaned. My teeth lightly grazed the head, my tongue scrubbed the silky skin. I meant to only play because I wanted him inside me when so I could feel the hard pulse of his cock. I sucked again and slid my lips down the shaft and slowly back up while I sucked harder. He groaned.

I straddled him again, his cock nestling in between my swollen wet pussy lips. I began to kiss him and slide on the that hard rod. His hands covered my tits and caressed. He twisted my nipples and I gasped in his mouth. He tugged and pulled and I began to grind on his hot cock.

He reached over and pulled a condom out of the drawer. I rolled it down down and his cock throbbed at my touch. I raised and hold his cock at my entrance. We locked eyes and I slowly slid down the length. I moaned as my tunnel stretched to accommodate. Finally we were joined together in the most intimate way possible.

I raised and ground down and raised and ground down. The sound of our loud breaths and gasps filled the room. Our sex drifted up to my noise while my ears were bombarded with the sounds of our bodies pounding together, the moans and louder grunts. I rode his cock faster, my 36C’s bouncing on my chest. My head tipped back and I saw flashes as I went over the edge. Hard pulses of his cock and a low long growl told me he was with me.

I collapsed on his chest, not wanting to let his cock go yet. He ran his hands from my shoulders to down over my ass and back. His hands felt so good on my skin. I was still breathing hard and his heart pounded in my ear, my head moved with his fast breathing.

“Bobbi, what the hell did you just do to me,” he murmured.

“Mmmmm,” I mewed. “I hope I just fucked your brains out.”

Jerry Robertson

She was so damn cute when she pulled in that morning, her arms full of coffee, donuts and packages. I ran out to help her and she could hardly contain her excitement about her finds at the antique store in town.

I didn’t tell Bobbi, but I knew the woman that owned the shop was interested in me, but I just wasn’t attracted to her. I always felt bad because she was nice. She was a friend of my wife and I can even think back to the time when she showed an interest then. If my wife noticed she never mentioned it.

Watching Bobbi while she showed me her finds and talked excitedly about her plans, I knew today was the day. I had to feel her against me, feel her tightly around me, slide into her depths. I couldn’t stop it from happening today and locked the door.

I don’t ever remember a woman’s body being that soft. Or the radiating heat of a woman’s skin. I couldn’t believe what a lucky fucker I was while I watched her as she sat astride me. That this young girl wanted me as much as I wanted her. Age difference didn’t mean a thing to her.

She straddled my thighs and rubbed her hands over my chest, tugging at the hair. She was intent, studying as she went. She would glance at me when she got a reaction. I moaned the first time she held my cock in her hand, her grip increasing nearly drove me insane. And then she fondled my balls too and I gasped.

She dropped those fantastic breasts into my hands. Damn they were so soft, but firm. Her nipples were like bullets in my fingers. But I nearly lost it right then and there when she knelt between my legs because I hadn’t had a mouth on my cock since before I was married.

I did everything I could to hang on when my cock slid into her hot steamy mouth. I dare not move my hips because had I started fucking her mouth, I could not have stopped. If this was heaven, then I was home.

Not sure if it was wishful thinking, but last time I was at the store in the next town, I purchased a box of condoms. I couldn’t buy them locally or the gossipers would have a ball. I didn’t care about myself, but Bobbi lived in this town too.

It was all I could do but to hang on when she took my cock in her tight pussy. God it was as steamy as the Georgia air after a summer rain. It enveloped my cock in heat and in her tightness. And when she came her pussy clenched my cock over and over and that was it. My toes curled. My balls ached hard. My cock began pumping my hot seed into the the condom and for a flash I hoped it would hold it all.

She sank to my chest. I felt her nipples dig in. Each breath smashed her tits harder against me. Her skin was incredibly soft under my hands and I couldn’t stop stroking her body.

She rolled off me and I removed the condom and dropped in the bin next to the bed. Bobbi had her head on my shoulder, her thigh over my recovering cock. She played with the hair on my chest.

“That was incredible, sweetheart.” I felt her smile. “You were amazing. I never….” I trailed off. “I don’t know what you do to me.”

“I think I just fucked your brains out,” she whispered with a naughty smile.

Her soft hand caressed the side of my face while we kissed. It was long and sweet and hot but not urgent at all. It was a kiss like you had when you were younger and just wanted to keep touching.

We dozed for a bit and when I woke, she was sitting cross legged on the bed with chips and a soda out of the machine. I propped my head on my hand and watched her.

“Do you live here?” she asked.

“No, I have a home a mile or so from here.”

“So this is your little afternoon delight room huh?” she smirked. “Tryst, love nest, whatever.” She waved her hand. I laughed. “You really are a latent bad boy aren’t you.”

I laughed again. “You have such a wild imagination.”

“I do, yes. Always have had. I never needed non stinkin’ doll house, I made my own. One had different architectural styles on each side,” she said, laughing at the memory. “Must have been when I decided I wanted to design big buildings.”

“As much as I know you, I’m confident that you’ll be successful in anything you set out to do. You will have many accomplishments.”

She tossed the empty bag on the floor, drained the rest of her soda and stood up. “Enough lollygagging!” She giggled. “I always wanted to have reason to say that word!”

We dressed and I flipped the sign and opened the motel back up. She had her painters clothing on and went to one of the last two rooms to be redone. I couldn’t believe what all we had accomplished. Just the two of us. But mostly I couldn’t believe the amount of work she put in.