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Making Myo's Acquaintance
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Making Myo's Acquaintance Myo felt like an idiot. She was cold, and shaking like the proverbial leaf. This was nuts. She had taken the usual precautions; meeting in a public place; the girl-friend on speed dial and scheduled to call her at pre-arranged times; the carefully typed itinerary she had left on her computer, and e-mailed to her friend. It wasn't the first time she had agreed to meet someone from the chat room, tho never from four states away. She paced the motel room she had gotten with mixed emotions. For her, it was a bolt-hole, to get away to if things went south. But she was aware of it as a temptation. If He seemed charming and presentable. How long had it been since she had had leisurely sex with an acceptable male? Too long. Myo laughed to herself. Never go shopping when you're hungry. Leads to impulse buying. She wished she weren't so hungry. She looked at the full-length reflection on the closet door. The color of her light brown hair, with its reddish highlights looked even and natural. It was almost the same as her old color, just a little more impish, perhaps. She thought she should really lose those extra few pounds...never mind how many... but they just never seemed to come off. Her breasts looked good. As long as she wore a good bra. She laughed. The underwear she had chosen to wear today told a lot about her mood. The flared tan skirt was just right for the casual look she wanted and showed off her legs well. The sweater was just tight enough without clinging where it shouldn't. In all, she thought she looked pretty good. She looked at her watch for the seventh time. Not good to be too early or too late, but right on time seemed too contrived. She opted for three minutes early. Walking across the lot, and crossing the street she entered the rest stop they had agreed on. She had only a vague idea of what Rory looked like: sixty-one, balding, blue eyes, average build, sounded like half the men on the road today. He was going to be wearing a dark blue baseball cap with Ireland in colorful script above the visor. Sounded unique enough. She saw him right away, mostly from the grin on his face as he saw her walk through the door. He had no idea what she looked like, but the guy in the hat was sitting at a table and watching her with anticipation that made her hope he was the one. "Rory?" "Myo." She started to put out her hand, but he stood and kissed her cheek with total confidence. She cocked her head and studied him for a moment. She realized that she was a few inches taller than he, but that didn't seem to bother him a bit. She sat down. "Wow." He said, quietly. She tried not to blush, but it was as unexpected as it was welcome. "Thank you, sir." They chatted about the traffic and the weather, but the unsaid was so much more interesting. His eyes devoured her like a hungry lion. His hands touched her arm or her hand whenever they could without being crude. Myo found she rather enjoyed it and kept leaving her hand or her arm where he could easily brush against her. She told him of her life and he spook without bitterness of the wife who cared little what he did. Myo noticed that he had taken possession of her hand, and was rubbing the base of her thumb with his thumb. She was amazed at how intimate it felt, especially with his eyes taking such obvious joy in her breasts and her face. Myo realized that she didn't give a shit what else he had to say. "Did you get a room?" "Of course." He answered without explanation. "Shall we?" Myo felt bold and brazen and she loved it. She wanted to be alone with this man. "Check!" He called. Outside, he indicated the same motel where she had gotten a room. It was near. Myo smiled and when he opened the door of his unassuming sedan, she slid easily into the seat, taking her time adjusting the skirt while he appreciated her legs. His room was on the opposite wing from hers. Recalling the layout, Myo knew that if things got out of hand, she could enter the lobby as though going for a cab, and exit by the pool and get to her room, without being seen. It made her feel a little bolder. He cell phone rang. Rory smiled at her, then waited while she went throught the pre-arranged signal for Bonnie to let her know that she was all right and that things were progressing. For a moment she was tempted to give her the 'all clear' signal so she wouldn't bother calling again, but she kept her head. As Rory opened the door Myo noticed that he was carrying a small white box. Naturally curiuos, she was more so today. She stared pointedly at the box. He grinned and set it on the table. Opening it, he spread the carton open revealing a small but beautifully decorated birthday cake. She laughed. The supposed reason for their meeting was the fact that she was six weeks younger than he. With a plastic knife, he cut the cake in quarters. He even pulled a small bottle of milk from the ice fillled sink. Myo smiled. It was silly but it was nice. Sitting at the table she took a piece of the cake. He poured them each some milk, and sat next to her. The cake was unbelievably good. "Great cake." "Thank you." "You didn't?" "Make it? Yep.This morning. Barely had time to let it cool and ice it." She wasn't sure if he was serious. "And the carton?" "Bought that.. had some cookies in it. Want some?" She studied him. Why would he lie about this? The cake was good. He stopped and reached over and wiped a small amount of icing from her lip, then he put it on his tongue with such obvious pleasure that the feeling was almost too intimate. Putting down his own cake, he moved closer to her, and began caressing her face, the line of her jaw, the curve of her lip. A dozen flip answers flitted through her brain but she realized she didn't want to break his mood. Putting down the cake, she wiped her fingers on a napkin and turned into his arms. His lips found hers with a casual speed that suggested he had been only waiting for her to offer. Their kiss was soft at first, but quickly became more demanding and more intense. Myo found that she liked the way he kissed. He didn't open his mouth and begin slobbering all over her, he just let his lips savor the feel of hers; she felt the thrust of his tongue but even this was a gentle probing, that made her think of other welcome probings. Myo felt the heat rise from her center and the pleased moan that escaped her lips almost embarrassed her until he said, "You can say that again." Looking into his eyes, with an odd mixture of mischief and patience, Myo stood and moving to the bed, she stripped to her panties and bra. A matching set with high cut lace bikinis and uplift sheer bra. He just watched with the same look of hunger that had warmed her. earlier. Lying on the bed, feeling incredibly lovely and sexy, Myo patted the spread next to her. Rising, Rory slowly undressed. Wearing no underwear, he was quickly naked. Myo was pleased with his body. His abdomen wasn't a flat washboard, or six-pack, just a normal well-toned male. His legs were slender but well formed. He obviously kept active. His chest was fairly covered with grey hair, with a patch across his stomach that led down to the darker hair at his groin. His mostly hard cock stuck out as though reaching for her. He waited, as she studied his body. Myo let out a soft wolf-whistle, and Rory acted offended. Then he crossed to the bed and with a mock-roar, lept upon the bed making her bounce. She laughed. Then his fingers were caressing her and his lips followed his fingers, touching, tasting, sensing, caressing. His teeth pulled the straps down on her bra, as his hands freed the breasts from their silken encasement. Her nipples rose to his fingers and his lips. Myo was thrilled that he seemed in no hurry. His lips savored the pebbled flesh of her areolae, and his tongue teased the tip of her nipple as his teeth nibbled the soft flesh. Then his lips were along the side of her breast, nudging the bra away as he nibbled at the sensitive flesh that almost tickled but in such an incredibly sensual way, then his finger was pinching the other nipple and the contrast made her body stiffen. Myo felt his hands slide under her to release the catch of the bra and cast it aside. Her own hands began their own voyage of discovery, and Rory moved his body to make it easy for her to caress his broad shoulders, his toned chest, even as his lips continued to tease her neck and her ear and the flesh of her upper arm. The ring of her phone was a dash of cold water. They both laughed out loud. Myo got up and ran to her purse and opened her phone. Myo looked at Rory on the bed. He was slowly stroking himself as he watched her standing there. Opening her mouth and wiggling her tongue, she smiled and reassured Bonnie that all was very well. This time she had no problem giving the all clear. Turning off the phone, Myo returned it to her purse. She realized that she had no qualms about standing there naked in front of this strange lovely man. Walking with a casual saunter back to the bed she imitated his growl and leapt onto the bed. He caught her and they wrestled playfully, until he had turned her onto her back and had her arms spread out above her head. "Now you are mine." "Yes." She answered. His lips descended to hers and the kiss was as intent as it was pleasurable. Kneeling between her legs, Rory drew the panties down and off, raising her legs and caressing them as he drew the cloth away. His hands continued to caress her legs as he lay down between her legs, his lips moving to the flesh of her inner thighs. His tongue probed slowly through her slit, easily finding and circling her prominent clit. She had always thought it too small and flat to be bothered with but under his tongue it seemed to take on a whole new life. Soon she was so wet she worried about the bed, and then she forgot the bed as the first orgasm shook her with its intensity. Rory barely allowed her to catch her breath before taking her back up into the stratosphere. Myo was aware of the noises she was making and the words of encouragement he was making, and she had never felt so delightfully free to just enjoy the moment. Myo loved caressing his head with its short hair, and baldness. She felt as though she had the right to do whatever she wished. Her fingernails dug lightly into the flesh of his shoulders and he groaned into her hot wet cunt, and the feeling of power that went through her was almost orgasmic in itself. Feeling his hardness along her thigh, Myo realized that more than anything she wanted him inside her. Pulling at his ears, she drew him up; "Fuck me! Now!" she said. Rising to the occassion, Rory put the head of his cock at the entrance to her quim, and suspending himself on his arms, looking into her eyes, he drove himself deep within her. Myo cried out, and then her hips were writhing on the bed and he was fucking her with a hunger and need that echoed her own. "I am going to cum." Myo bit into his shoulder as she felt her own orgasm taking her and the hot powerful flush of his own. Slowly, she seemed to recover herself still feeling him inside of her. She felt lovely and warm and totally fucked. She giggled at the thought. He nibbled at her neck. His hands caressed her with a casual familiarity that felt so right. Myo wrapped her legs around him to hold him in place. He seemed to relax into her embrace and she felt good. Lying beside her, Rory's hands caressed and roamed over her body, touching noting what made her squirm or smile or giggle. Turning her onto her stomach, Rory continued to caress her body with his fingers and his lips. Surrendering herself to his ministrations, Myo found herself falling into a delightful lassitude. He stretched her arms out and spread her legs, his fingers and tongue touching places no one had ever touched. Myo was surprised how relaxed and fulfilled she felt. When she felt the leather cuff on her right arm, she barely registered it, until the left was restrained, then she felt the straps around her ankles, and then her legs and arms were spread even further and she was balanced between intrigue and anticipation. "Trust me." He whispered as he rose from the bed. The knock on the door almost made her scream. Then she heard whispers behind her. Then silence. Myo tried to look over her shoulder but the person standing at the foot of the bed was careful not to be seen. "Rory?" No answer. "You have made a mess of the bed." The voice though soft, was unmistakably female. Then the girl moved up toward the end of the bed. Her 'maid' costume was so sheer and skimpy that it was barely a suggestion. "Look at you. Such a wanton woman." Then her fingers were caressing Myo's ass, and along her hip and down her leg. "MMM." she purred. Myo was still trying to see if Rory was still in the room. Where had he gone? What was happening? Had she given the all clear too soon? Then the girls lips were on hers as her head was held by the hair and the girl enjoyed her lips. As Myo tried to pull away, the girl reached down and slapped her naked ass. Myo jumped. "You are mine, now. And I intend to enjoy you immensely. It will be much easier for you if you cooperate. But I will be obeyed." Myo felt a shiver of fear/excitement/anticipation go through her. Her mouth was so dry. Then, as though to demonstrate, the hands began slapping her ass, with a casual but stinging cadence that took her breath away. Myo felt the tears streaming down her face, and the helplessness of her situation. She felt as though she couldn't catch her breath. The maid stripped off the pieces of cloth to reveal a beautiful body that Myo couldn't help but admire. The girl seemed to sense the thrill of pleasure that passed through her captive. Gripping Myo's hair again, the girl again took possession of her lips. The sensation of the lipstick on the full sensuous lips that ground so enticingly into hers was stirring Myo as she had never been stirred before. The girl eased back. "Very nice. I am sure you can do lovely things with those lips and that tongue." Moving to the foot of the bed, the girl eased but did not realease the ties. Then moving to Myo's left hand she lengthened the rope that secured her arm and that seemed to give enough slack for her other arm. Clearly they were tied together under the bed. Naked, the woman slid under the still restrained Myo and lay back under her, drawing the woman's head down onto her breasts. "Please me" she said softly. Myo had played with girl friends years ago in college, but they had always been a little tipsy. She knew she was stone sober. Looking into the warm brown eyes that gazed down at her, Myo opened her lips and let her tongue snake across the tip of the tight breast that lay beneath her cheek. She felt the woman's nails caressing her back and her side as she sighed into her ears, as Myo's lips caressed the breast that seemed to fill her world. Myo found that she wished her hands were free to roam this warm naked woman who writhed beneath her. Able to use only her mouth and tongue, Myo's awareness became so focused that she was totally unaware of the world around her. The woman's soft purrs and endearments were like strong drink. Myo could feel her own wetness and as the woman ground her thigh between Myo's thighs, Myo felt the hot wetness of the girl's cunt rubbing against her leg. Placing her hands on Myo's shoulders the girl eased herself up and away from the lips that whimpered with their loss, and then pressed her head down between the young shapely thighs, and without a conscious thought, Myo plunged into the hot cunt that drew her. Her arms were stretched above her and her legs were spread and she was almost squatting as she lapped at the hot, sweet cunt that flowed beneath her laving tongue. Myo became aware, almost dimly of the hands on her hips as Rory slid up behind her and positioned his hard cock at the stretched labia of her cunt. With a cry into the hot spasming cunt under her tongue, Myo felt him enter her and holding her hips plunge deeply and rhythmically into her even as she probed the hot cunt before her and suddenly all three cried out as their orgasms seemed to flow into and through each other... Myo didn't think she had lost consciousness, but the cuffs that had held her wrist were gone and she lay on her back unrestrained as Rory held her and whispered, "Happy Birthday." She laughed and kissed him deeply. The girl was gone. Almost as though it had been a dream. They took a slow fondling shower together and Myo dressed.. as she walked to the door, she looked at the cake... "Did you really make it yourself?" ...................................................................................................................... |
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