One in the bush is better than two in the hand Part 1

In order to understand the story of Samantha, you first need to understand the story of Julia.  She was previously mentioned in an old post that was part of a three part series, which is hopefully worth your time to check out.

The story of Julia is probably not worth its own post, because it wasn't entirely memorable.  Plus, there was a lot of dialog that made up the evening which has been lost to time.  But, I will make it part of this larger story, because it is important.

A long time ago, Julia gave me a ride to a hotel where a bunch of friends were hanging out and generally causing ruckus.  Between everybody, we probably got a dozen rooms, and a few suites.  The suites were kind of designated hang out areas, and they each had a hot tub.  Being a precocious young man, I spent most of the time clad in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, strutting between the jacuzzis in the two suites.  But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

The ride to the hotel was long and arduous.  Luckily, Julia had a car, and I did not.  This made the trip much easier.  I'd never actually met her before, she was a friend of a friend.  But she had a car and was going where I was going.  Our mutual friend vouched for me, and we were off.

It was only supposed to take an hour and a half to arrive, but due to various road blocks and transportation-related problems, it took three.  It wasn't overly painful however, due to the whole getting to know you conversation we had.  After tiptoeing around the subject a bit, we both realized that we had kinky pasts.  A good thing to know when you have a hotel room, and your friends have booze.

Julia's best features were here eyes and her tits.  Both were well above average in size.  And I'll admit to being a sucker for a good pair of either.  Prior to arriving in the hotel, we made a rest stop at some crappy fast food place.  She got something to eat and a drink, I just got a soda.  But while we were at the dispenser, we locked eyes.  Granted, she totally has bedroom eyes, but at that moment they said "I want to fuck you," so I figured I just needed to play my cards right.

But back to what we were talking about before.  I was in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and in Jacuzzi Room A.  The vibe in the room was pretty frantic, and since I was a little bit stir-crazy from being in a car.  In the room was Jenna, a few people I remember that won't get named, and some people I don't remember.  I do remember being in the jacuzzi with one random girl who I thought liked me.  And I know that Jenna played it cool on the outside, not actually getting in.  But I also knew that while I liked the energy of the room, and Jenna was clearly hot, my prize was waiting in Jacuzzi Room B.

Conversely, the vibe in Jacuzzi Room B was way more mellow.  I blame the drugs.  Don't do downers kids.  Julia was there, in a black bikini, just chilling in the jacuzzi, alone.  Why nobody else was in there remains a mystery to me, but I wasn't objecting.  After listening to frantic techno music with all the lights on in Room A, the murmur and haze of Room B was fine for a change of pace.

Again, the details have been lost to time about what we talked about.  The story probably would be a lot more interesting if I knew.  But since I don't and want to make myself look good, let's assume we were debating how much influence Dostoyevsky's childhood had an influence on his later work.  Yeah that sounds good.  Never mind the fact that we were in no way whatsoever arguing about who would win in a fight, a stegosaurus or a triceratops.  By the way, the answer to that is triceratops.  Even if you affix a laser stegosaurus's tail, it totally wouldn't matter, because he wouldn't even know how to operate it.  And nobody could make a dinosaur-friendly laser cannon.  It's just impossible.  So there.

Having proven my point, I went back to Jacuzzi Room A.  For whatever reason, everybody in the room seemed sexually repressed.  Maybe it exploded into a huge orgy after I left, but most of the time it seemed like everybody wanted to take that next step, but hadn't yet.  The fact that they only had wine coolers and Rumple Minze couldn't have helped either.

And thus it was back to Room B again, this time to swoop in for the kill.  While I'm positive that I was being watched by other people hanging out in the room, for the most part they left us alone.  Some joker with unclear intentions joined us at one point, but once Julia and I resumed our underwater footsy, he either got the picture, or didn't feel like competing with me.  But either way, he left, and we kept at it.  The room, plus the water, plus our gazing into each other's eyes while babbling eventually hit its boiling point.  I stood up.

"Cmon."

Julia stands and looks at me.  With those big, blue eyes.

"Cmon."

I step out of the tub, out the door and make a right for my room.  She follows.  I open the door to my room.  She follows.  I shut the door, push her up against the wall of of my room, and furiously start making out with her.  Immediately, two things become clear.  The first is that Julia really wants me, and would probably do about anything I wanted.  The second is that this hotel's walls are made of low-grade paper mache, and I hope anybody whose room is adjacent to mine is either a sound sleeper or gets off on listening to people fuck.

One of the benefits of flirting with girls in their bikinis is that there is little clothing to remove before they are naked.  While I'm biting her neck, I take down the straps of her one-piece.  How easy.  My index and middle finger go straight for her pussy, and easily slide in.  How easy.

Judging by the fact that I knew she wanted me, and earlier in the night she talked up her wonderful blow job skills, I took advantage of the situation.

"Get on your knees."

The floor was hard tile.  Julia was still damp from the jacuzzi and wet from me.  And she was on her knees, with both hands wrapped around my cock, furiously pumping my shaft up and down and sucking.  The enthusiasm was there, but the technique wasn't.  While I greatly appreciate a woman in heat that clearly likes fellatio, I'm notoriously difficult to get off orally.  My cock requires at least moderate to advanced levels of technique, enthusiasm and rhythm. Without all of those, it may feel great, but it won't get me off.  So I let her continue for a little while, before pulling her up to my face and giving her a sloppy kiss.  I like the taste of my precum when jammed into my mouth by somebody else's tongue.

And while it's true that Julia's most ample features were her eyes and tits, the rest of her was fairly ample too.  She wasn't going to be the most athletic lay I'd ever had, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't be fun.

Our kiss breaks, and I lay on the bed, on my back.  With a crooked finger, I beckon her over. She silently obeys.  Like a good girl.

"Get on."

She does, staring into my eyes the entire time.  I must admit, I do like good eye contact.  Her cunt is slick, and on fire.  My hand instinctively moves to one of her massive tits and starts squeezing.  She grinds down on me, and I can feel the cum leak out of her.  That feeling gets me so hot.  The fact that I can completely fill her pussy and make her feel so good, so quickly.

I put one of my hands on her ass, and pivot her body down so that she's closer to me.  And so that she can grind her clit on me while she does it.  Despite saying nothing, I know that she likes it and I am rewarded with more cum.  This pleases me.  So much that I put one of her nipples in my mouth and bite it.  Yum.  Big tits in my face and a girl cumming on me.  Life is grand.

But I was getting impatient.  While I do like getting her off, I wanted to slam into her.  Hard.  So after a long kiss, biting her lower lip a little bit too hard for emphasis, I push her off me.  She lands on the bed, and spreads her legs wide for me.

"No.  Not like that."

I roughly turn her over.  She gets the picture and gets on her hands and knees.  I push her face down into the pillow, and put my hand on her back, so it arches.  My left hand moves to her hip.  With one strong thrust, I shove my cock in until it hits her cervix.

"Like that."

My right hand moves to her right hip and with all the force I can muster, start plowing into her.  I knew she liked it rough.  I knew she wanted it hard.  The fact that she kept her back arched as I unloaded an evening's worth of sexual tension into her pussy confirmed this.  Sometimes I go easy at first to prevent any accidents, but not this time.  Julia was getting fucked and liking it.

Unfortunately, it didn't last as long as I would have liked.  I pull out maybe five minutes later and cum all over her back and hair.  She feels it, reaches back, and then puts her fingers in her mouth.  Fucking hot.  She does this again, and I ask if she wants to lick it off my cock.  She immediately turns over.  I crawl over, put one hand on the back of her head.

"Suck it."

She does.  Bobbing with the same enthusiasm as before.  It's a beautiful sight.

She finishes and we both clean off.  By this point it was about 4 AM, and we need sleep.

Stupidly, we didn't draw the shades, and get up way too early.  Well, maybe way too early for most, but I woke up with a hard on, and ask if she wants to fuck again.  Same as before, she looks at me, and gets on top of my cock and starts fucking me.

This time it's a lot slower.  But nice in its own way.  We keep at it for about an hour, before I tell her this time I want to cum inside her.  And I do.  A few weeks later I asked how many times she got off, and she said she lost track.  While this could be code for none, I suspected she was telling the truth.

Right about now seems like a good stopping point.  Stay tuned for part 2.  And possibly 3.