Chapter One
The plane jerked to a landing, a shrill whine as the wheels
reeled back from a smoking one hundred and seventy-five miles per hour. Nate
relaxed and checked out the woman clutching the armrest between them.
“It’s all good,” he said. “We’re on the ground now.”
He turned on his cell, reading the text messages, and then posted
on Facebook that he’d made it to the airport in Kansas City, Missouri. His
business partners would know he’d arrived.
The minute the seatbelt sign flashed off, he unbuckled, grabbed
his suitcase from the overhead and picked up his laptop case. Considering how
much he traveled, he packed light so he didn’t have to visit baggage claim.
Some clients of his firm were looking to expand business
ventures in the area, so Nate was scouting ahead of time. Although he had a few
meetings set up, there’d be a fair amount of free time in the two days, giving
him an chance to get a feel for the area.
Outside, the air clung to his skin, dense, unlike the dryer
climate he was used to in Southern California. He was thankful for the
lightweight, short-sleeved shirt, but the way his jeans clung to his thighs was
annoying. The taxi line moved fast, and soon enough he was on the way to the
hotel.
On the drive, he opened up Facebook and noticed Mom and his
brother Mike had already liked his post, and it had a few comments. He glanced
through.
Mike : BBQ & beer!
Desiree : No way! Sherrie and I are here too!
Her name sounded familiar. He clicked on her picture and
pulled up a busty blonde hottie. Oh yeah. He remembered her, a sorority girl
he’d met in college. Seeing her photograph jogged his memory. There was that
one Halloween party in college where Desiree gave him head in the bathroom.
Where there was Des, there was always her bosom friend Sherrie. They looked so
much alike, anyone would think they were twins. He might be able to fill up
some of that extracurricular time on this trip with some fun.
After liking her response, he sent her a private message
with his cell number. By the time he reached the hotel, she’d replied and they
made plans to meet for dinner.
He checked in to his room, an executive suite with a
separate bedroom. When he opened the door, he was more than pleased with the
accommodations. From the entranceway, he stepped down into a living room area
with bright blue pillows and a wet bar.
He opened the drapes and gazed out on the landscape—bricks
and greenery. One of the best parts about traveling was experiencing the taste
of the region. Next, he moved on to the bedroom, which featured a California-king-size
bed. Plenty of room for action there. He unpacked quickly and ordered room
service of light snacks and champagne to be delivered later.
Before his guests arrived, he hit the shower. Hot water
cascaded over his body and Nate lathered, wiping away the airport grime.
Opposite the shower was an oversized bathtub and he could easily imagine
getting clean in there with his guests later that evening. He did a mini-squat,
cupping his balls, and soaped up. As he massaged his cock, he imagined the feel
of Desiree’s mouth on him. That feisty pirate wench had gotten down on her
knees and sucked him hard. He’d held onto her hat with both hands as he fucked
her mouth. Oh yeah, his hard-on stiffened. What did she look like now? Her
pictures online were sexy, but who knew what lurked behind. He rinsed off a bit
and then gripped himself tight, stroking firmer and moving faster until streams
of come shot out, hitting the wall.
Knees shaking, he leaned against the tile. There were no
guarantees they’d get physical that evening, but if he had it his way, they’d
be replaying that scene.
The luxurious oversized towel reminded him to upgrade at
home. Since he’d bought a condo, he hadn’t made a run to a home store. No
reason to keep using those worn, threadbare towels from when he had roommates.
It was about time he started manning up. Not like he was talking
The plane jerked to a landing, a shrill whine as the wheels
reeled back from a smoking one hundred and seventy-five miles per hour. Nate
relaxed and checked out the woman clutching the armrest between them.
“It’s all good,” he said. “We’re on the ground now.”
He turned on his cell, reading the text messages, and then posted
on Facebook that he’d made it to the airport in Kansas City, Missouri. His
business partners would know he’d arrived.
The minute the seatbelt sign flashed off, he unbuckled, grabbed
his suitcase from the overhead and picked up his laptop case. Considering how
much he traveled, he packed light so he didn’t have to visit baggage claim.
Some clients of his firm were looking to expand business
ventures in the area, so Nate was scouting ahead of time. Although he had a few
meetings set up, there’d be a fair amount of free time in the two days, giving
him an chance to get a feel for the area.
Outside, the air clung to his skin, dense, unlike the dryer
climate he was used to in Southern California. He was thankful for the
lightweight, short-sleeved shirt, but the way his jeans clung to his thighs was
annoying. The taxi line moved fast, and soon enough he was on the way to the
hotel.
On the drive, he opened up Facebook and noticed Mom and his
brother Mike had already liked his post, and it had a few comments. He glanced
through.
Mike : BBQ & beer!
Desiree : No way! Sherrie and I are here too!
Her name sounded familiar. He clicked on her picture and
pulled up a busty blonde hottie. Oh yeah. He remembered her, a sorority girl
he’d met in college. Seeing her photograph jogged his memory. There was that
one Halloween party in college where Desiree gave him head in the bathroom.
Where there was Des, there was always her bosom friend Sherrie. They looked so
much alike, anyone would think they were twins. He might be able to fill up
some of that extracurricular time on this trip with some fun.
After liking her response, he sent her a private message
with his cell number. By the time he reached the hotel, she’d replied and they
made plans to meet for dinner.
He checked in to his room, an executive suite with a
separate bedroom. When he opened the door, he was more than pleased with the
accommodations. From the entranceway, he stepped down into a living room area
with bright blue pillows and a wet bar.
He opened the drapes and gazed out on the landscape—bricks
and greenery. One of the best parts about traveling was experiencing the taste
of the region. Next, he moved on to the bedroom, which featured a California-king-size
bed. Plenty of room for action there. He unpacked quickly and ordered room
service of light snacks and champagne to be delivered later.
Before his guests arrived, he hit the shower. Hot water
cascaded over his body and Nate lathered, wiping away the airport grime.
Opposite the shower was an oversized bathtub and he could easily imagine
getting clean in there with his guests later that evening. He did a mini-squat,
cupping his balls, and soaped up. As he massaged his cock, he imagined the feel
of Desiree’s mouth on him. That feisty pirate wench had gotten down on her
knees and sucked him hard. He’d held onto her hat with both hands as he fucked
her mouth. Oh yeah, his hard-on stiffened. What did she look like now? Her
pictures online were sexy, but who knew what lurked behind. He rinsed off a bit
and then gripped himself tight, stroking firmer and moving faster until streams
of come shot out, hitting the wall.
Knees shaking, he leaned against the tile. There were no
guarantees they’d get physical that evening, but if he had it his way, they’d
be replaying that scene.
The luxurious oversized towel reminded him to upgrade at
home. Since he’d bought a condo, he hadn’t made a run to a home store. No
reason to keep using those worn, threadbare towels from when he had roommates.
It was about time he started manning up. Not like he was talking
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