The Competitive Edge Playing The Game IIIChapter 2 Weston West Westy
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I had a lot of fun in that state.
The one company I worked for (the one where I spent a lot of time in West Virginia) normally sent me to places around Morgantown or Clarksburg. Most of the businesses I was visiting were in those general areas. Every once in a while, as long as I was willing, I was sent to a few other cities.
I remember this one area – I think it was around a city called Sutton – up in the mountains, near the center of the state. When I found Nirvana, on a flat spot, on top of a mountain, I just had to stop and check things out. Although it was in the middle of nowhere, at first look, the city was only about half an hour away. On one side of the road were a truck stop and a convenience store. On the other there was a motel, a drive in theater and an adult book store.
It seemed like opportunities waiting to happen so I pulled into the motel.
Admittedly, everything was a little old and run down. This wasn’t on a main road; just the opposite but, in its day, it had probably been a pretty happening place. From talking to the owner (of the motel) not much happened except for the weekends and then, things came to life. There was still some truck traffic, not much then, and some travelers but, business had fallen off when the interstate was finished. Now everything depended on the few people passing through and, of course, the weekend business.
That was easy to figure out by reading the marquee of the drive-in. They were advertising two T&A horror movies and one slasher flick; the bill for Saturday night was for some pretty mild porn.
The owner – an older woman – looked me over pretty well. What she saw was the way I usually traveled. A nice blouse and comfortable bra or chemise; decent comfortable slacks over panties and, sensible shoes. I usually tied my hair back to keep it out of the way. She was happy to hear that I’d need the room for a week and, probably over the weekend. That and cash got me a very good room rate. I moved my things into the room then; went to check the ABS, first, then the convenience store. The book store was deserted except for the clerk who, looked me over like I was from outer space; in this area, I was very alien looking. I did spend a little money while I was there; some condoms, lube and some other little things. On my way back to the motel I picked up some beer and a few snacks from the store.
One thing I wanted to do was remove the large and favorite butt plug from my (now) very sensitive hole. That thing had given me enough fun and, a few orgasms during the ride down. My plans were to get cleaned up and cleaned out, relax for a few hours then, go out to the book store after dark. There were a few cars in the motel parking lot, in front of rooms. Just maybe, there was a horny guy who needed some fun tonight. I already knew that dinner would be pizza; even here there was a place that offered delivery.
I napped then got cleaned up and partially dressed for the evening. Then, throwing on a light robe, over panties and a bra, I went outside to look around. It was almost dark; there were a few cars at the bookstore and now, more in front of the rooms at the motel. There was a guy standing outside of his room, maybe five doors away. He looked and waved, I waved back…I’m friendly…especially when I’m horny.
I returned to the room but left the door open a crack; I had to pee anyway. As I finished there was a light knock on the door followed by, “Hello…anyone home?” I responded that I’d be right out.
It was the guy I’d waved at; a decent looking middle aged guy, around six feet tall and, with a decent build. He came in, we chatted for a few minutes then, I offered him a beer. No wedding ring – not even a line where one had been. He took the offered beer, I had a glass of wine and we talked for a few minutes. As it turned out neither of us knew the area; he was interested in dinner.
“If you don’t mind”, he said, “since we’re both alone; I could invite you to have dinner with me?” He was interested in going to the town and looking around.
I considered his offer very sweet; he obviously knew ‘what’ I was and that could make him starved for company or just horny.
“That would be very nice…can you give me some time to put my face on and get dressed?”
“Sure, I’ll just wait outside.”
“You can wait right here, if you want. I can get dressed around you; that’s not a problem. Help yourself to another beer while you’re waiting hon.”
With that he did get another beer then, sat at one of the chairs to a little table in the room. We talked a little as I worked. Although I didn’t ‘show’ everything; dressing under the robe at least to pull the skirt on. I turned my back and got into a nice skirt I’d brought along. It was a little like a kilt skirt; just a little above my knees in length. I then parted the robe just enough to show him and ask if it was okay to wear it.
“Oh hell yes…whatever you want…uh…be comfortable.”
I did duck into the bathroom to put my top on and, finish my hair and makeup. Once I was ready, he did the driving and we headed for town…talking all the way.
We found a nice looking but older place for dinner; a bar and restaurant. It was all but deserted, except for a mostly blue collar bar crowd. We had the entire dining room to ourselves. Well, it was Monday night in the sticks.
There had been some looks when we entered, mostly from the bar, checking me out. It was dimly lit inside; the bar crowd only saw the shape of a ‘girl’ and the waitress had to look twice before she realized that there was something wrong. We relaxed and had a nice dinner. The waitress had said something because, before the first drinks arrived, there was a mass parade to the men’s room and, our table was on the way. I put on my best face and gave each of them a nice smile as they walked by undressing me at a glance. Once the freak show was all over, we were left alone to enjoy our meal.
Then check time came, we were given two bills; he surprised me by grabbing mine as soon as it hit the table. I agreed to leave the tip then, thanked him graciously for the meal, half jokingly saying, “You know, you don’t have to buy me dinner to get me in bed dear.” He chuckled at my remark but didn’t say anything in response. As we left, I put on my best ‘wiggle’ for the crowd at the bar – from what I heard, they enjoyed it.
There was no conversation for a few miles then he said, “I’m curious…uh…what does it take…to…get you into bed?” Before answering, I slid a little closer to him, placed my hand on his leg – at about mid-thigh – and then said, “Oh, not much; a good attitude and a hard cock mostly.”
That got a chuckle from him then, a jerk as I slipped my hand up a little more. Yeah, he was beginning to ‘get’ the second thing and…from what I felt, it was nice! Once we parked, in front of his room, I said that I had to pee but, I’d leave the door open. Then, walking away, I gave him the same little ‘wiggle’. He was knocking on the door almost at the same time my ass was hitting the toilet seat! This was a good beginning for the week…any week.
As it turned out he’d never been with anyone like ‘me’ before however, he’d fantasized about it a lot. That’s always a good start.
For the next half hour our hands did most of the talking. He was gentle about it, I was a little forward. At one point I let my hair down then shook it out and fluffed it up; he asked me if I kissed at times like this, I promptly gave him a very good demonstration. When we finally came up for air; my hand was firmly around a very nice cock and his one hand was fishing around in my panties (which were, by then) part way down – there wasn’t much to them anyway. We’d moved to the bed so it was a simple matter for me to slip to my knees, get his slacks and shorts down then, open wide and dive on that nice hard cock. I’ll guess he was close to nine inches and a little thick; it was big enough to thrill me anyway.
We went from that to him hauling me up onto the bed then taking off his slacks, shoes and shorts. In minutes I was on my back, calling for God, as he showed me that he could indeed, use that cock! Damn could he ever!
Although the first one wasn’t that long lasting; it was pretty intense, for both of us. I don’t remember him hitting bottom (he probably was long enough) but he sure tried hard. It was good enough that I was left glowing and tingling all over. Once we returned to Earth, we talked a little and relaxed. I got another glass of wine and got him another beer. Except for my missing panties and an unbuttoned blouse, I was dressed enough to be decent. I offered to go and get more beer and he accepted.
Round two was a lot nicer and a hell of a lot longer; I started to believe that he would NEVER cum! Then, about twenty minutes after I had a very nice ‘O’, he fucked hard and fast until he did join me. By then I was raw and needed a break.
We watched a little television and cuddled/played until; he suddenly was rock hard again. We changed positions a few times during that one. I wound up on my tummy, in the end, while he tried his best to fuck me into the mattress! He stayed, we went to sleep and, other than a quick pee later, I had a very good night’s sleep.
He had clients to see the next day; I didn’t have anything to do until Wednesday. The suggestion was, after breakfast, that I spend the day with him. Rather than sit around the room or go exploring; I agreed. I didn’t go crazy but, I made myself look pretty presentable. He had three stops; I either waited in the car or roamed a little. It was all in town so; he suggested we take a long lunch (in the room) then go see his last customer. The motel was only a fifteen minute drive anyway.
Damn…I rode around tingling all over for a few hours, after that little nooner!
He suggested dinner at the same place; I agreed, as long as we could go back and change first. I’d been leaking into a panty liner since ‘lunch’ and really wanted to slut the boys at the bar a little. I did tell him and, promised that I was only fucking with them; he would be taking me home in the end. I had a new pair of thigh-highs (with very fancy lace tops) and a long skirt that was slit up to about my ass. I’d have a little fun then, with any luck, have even more.
That’s the way it ended…more fun. We never even got out of the parking lot at the restaurant.
Sadly, he had to leave the next morning (after breakfast and my taking care of his morning wood again). West Virginia; almost Heaven, in more than one way.
The one company I worked for (the one where I spent a lot of time in West Virginia) normally sent me to places around Morgantown or Clarksburg. Most of the businesses I was visiting were in those general areas. Every once in a while, as long as I was willing, I was sent to a few other cities.
I remember this one area – I think it was around a city called Sutton – up in the mountains, near the center of the state. When I found Nirvana, on a flat spot, on top of a mountain, I just had to stop and check things out. Although it was in the middle of nowhere, at first look, the city was only about half an hour away. On one side of the road were a truck stop and a convenience store. On the other there was a motel, a drive in theater and an adult book store.
It seemed like opportunities waiting to happen so I pulled into the motel.
Admittedly, everything was a little old and run down. This wasn’t on a main road; just the opposite but, in its day, it had probably been a pretty happening place. From talking to the owner (of the motel) not much happened except for the weekends and then, things came to life. There was still some truck traffic, not much then, and some travelers but, business had fallen off when the interstate was finished. Now everything depended on the few people passing through and, of course, the weekend business.
That was easy to figure out by reading the marquee of the drive-in. They were advertising two T&A horror movies and one slasher flick; the bill for Saturday night was for some pretty mild porn.
The owner – an older woman – looked me over pretty well. What she saw was the way I usually traveled. A nice blouse and comfortable bra or chemise; decent comfortable slacks over panties and, sensible shoes. I usually tied my hair back to keep it out of the way. She was happy to hear that I’d need the room for a week and, probably over the weekend. That and cash got me a very good room rate. I moved my things into the room then; went to check the ABS, first, then the convenience store. The book store was deserted except for the clerk who, looked me over like I was from outer space; in this area, I was very alien looking. I did spend a little money while I was there; some condoms, lube and some other little things. On my way back to the motel I picked up some beer and a few snacks from the store.
One thing I wanted to do was remove the large and favorite butt plug from my (now) very sensitive hole. That thing had given me enough fun and, a few orgasms during the ride down. My plans were to get cleaned up and cleaned out, relax for a few hours then, go out to the book store after dark. There were a few cars in the motel parking lot, in front of rooms. Just maybe, there was a horny guy who needed some fun tonight. I already knew that dinner would be pizza; even here there was a place that offered delivery.
I napped then got cleaned up and partially dressed for the evening. Then, throwing on a light robe, over panties and a bra, I went outside to look around. It was almost dark; there were a few cars at the bookstore and now, more in front of the rooms at the motel. There was a guy standing outside of his room, maybe five doors away. He looked and waved, I waved back…I’m friendly…especially when I’m horny.
I returned to the room but left the door open a crack; I had to pee anyway. As I finished there was a light knock on the door followed by, “Hello…anyone home?” I responded that I’d be right out.
It was the guy I’d waved at; a decent looking middle aged guy, around six feet tall and, with a decent build. He came in, we chatted for a few minutes then, I offered him a beer. No wedding ring – not even a line where one had been. He took the offered beer, I had a glass of wine and we talked for a few minutes. As it turned out neither of us knew the area; he was interested in dinner.
“If you don’t mind”, he said, “since we’re both alone; I could invite you to have dinner with me?” He was interested in going to the town and looking around.
I considered his offer very sweet; he obviously knew ‘what’ I was and that could make him starved for company or just horny.
“That would be very nice…can you give me some time to put my face on and get dressed?”
“Sure, I’ll just wait outside.”
“You can wait right here, if you want. I can get dressed around you; that’s not a problem. Help yourself to another beer while you’re waiting hon.”
With that he did get another beer then, sat at one of the chairs to a little table in the room. We talked a little as I worked. Although I didn’t ‘show’ everything; dressing under the robe at least to pull the skirt on. I turned my back and got into a nice skirt I’d brought along. It was a little like a kilt skirt; just a little above my knees in length. I then parted the robe just enough to show him and ask if it was okay to wear it.
“Oh hell yes…whatever you want…uh…be comfortable.”
I did duck into the bathroom to put my top on and, finish my hair and makeup. Once I was ready, he did the driving and we headed for town…talking all the way.
We found a nice looking but older place for dinner; a bar and restaurant. It was all but deserted, except for a mostly blue collar bar crowd. We had the entire dining room to ourselves. Well, it was Monday night in the sticks.
There had been some looks when we entered, mostly from the bar, checking me out. It was dimly lit inside; the bar crowd only saw the shape of a ‘girl’ and the waitress had to look twice before she realized that there was something wrong. We relaxed and had a nice dinner. The waitress had said something because, before the first drinks arrived, there was a mass parade to the men’s room and, our table was on the way. I put on my best face and gave each of them a nice smile as they walked by undressing me at a glance. Once the freak show was all over, we were left alone to enjoy our meal.
Then check time came, we were given two bills; he surprised me by grabbing mine as soon as it hit the table. I agreed to leave the tip then, thanked him graciously for the meal, half jokingly saying, “You know, you don’t have to buy me dinner to get me in bed dear.” He chuckled at my remark but didn’t say anything in response. As we left, I put on my best ‘wiggle’ for the crowd at the bar – from what I heard, they enjoyed it.
There was no conversation for a few miles then he said, “I’m curious…uh…what does it take…to…get you into bed?” Before answering, I slid a little closer to him, placed my hand on his leg – at about mid-thigh – and then said, “Oh, not much; a good attitude and a hard cock mostly.”
That got a chuckle from him then, a jerk as I slipped my hand up a little more. Yeah, he was beginning to ‘get’ the second thing and…from what I felt, it was nice! Once we parked, in front of his room, I said that I had to pee but, I’d leave the door open. Then, walking away, I gave him the same little ‘wiggle’. He was knocking on the door almost at the same time my ass was hitting the toilet seat! This was a good beginning for the week…any week.
As it turned out he’d never been with anyone like ‘me’ before however, he’d fantasized about it a lot. That’s always a good start.
For the next half hour our hands did most of the talking. He was gentle about it, I was a little forward. At one point I let my hair down then shook it out and fluffed it up; he asked me if I kissed at times like this, I promptly gave him a very good demonstration. When we finally came up for air; my hand was firmly around a very nice cock and his one hand was fishing around in my panties (which were, by then) part way down – there wasn’t much to them anyway. We’d moved to the bed so it was a simple matter for me to slip to my knees, get his slacks and shorts down then, open wide and dive on that nice hard cock. I’ll guess he was close to nine inches and a little thick; it was big enough to thrill me anyway.
We went from that to him hauling me up onto the bed then taking off his slacks, shoes and shorts. In minutes I was on my back, calling for God, as he showed me that he could indeed, use that cock! Damn could he ever!
Although the first one wasn’t that long lasting; it was pretty intense, for both of us. I don’t remember him hitting bottom (he probably was long enough) but he sure tried hard. It was good enough that I was left glowing and tingling all over. Once we returned to Earth, we talked a little and relaxed. I got another glass of wine and got him another beer. Except for my missing panties and an unbuttoned blouse, I was dressed enough to be decent. I offered to go and get more beer and he accepted.
Round two was a lot nicer and a hell of a lot longer; I started to believe that he would NEVER cum! Then, about twenty minutes after I had a very nice ‘O’, he fucked hard and fast until he did join me. By then I was raw and needed a break.
We watched a little television and cuddled/played until; he suddenly was rock hard again. We changed positions a few times during that one. I wound up on my tummy, in the end, while he tried his best to fuck me into the mattress! He stayed, we went to sleep and, other than a quick pee later, I had a very good night’s sleep.
He had clients to see the next day; I didn’t have anything to do until Wednesday. The suggestion was, after breakfast, that I spend the day with him. Rather than sit around the room or go exploring; I agreed. I didn’t go crazy but, I made myself look pretty presentable. He had three stops; I either waited in the car or roamed a little. It was all in town so; he suggested we take a long lunch (in the room) then go see his last customer. The motel was only a fifteen minute drive anyway.
Damn…I rode around tingling all over for a few hours, after that little nooner!
He suggested dinner at the same place; I agreed, as long as we could go back and change first. I’d been leaking into a panty liner since ‘lunch’ and really wanted to slut the boys at the bar a little. I did tell him and, promised that I was only fucking with them; he would be taking me home in the end. I had a new pair of thigh-highs (with very fancy lace tops) and a long skirt that was slit up to about my ass. I’d have a little fun then, with any luck, have even more.
That’s the way it ended…more fun. We never even got out of the parking lot at the restaurant.
Sadly, he had to leave the next morning (after breakfast and my taking care of his morning wood again). West Virginia; almost Heaven, in more than one way.
Bree
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