But not fair to me. I was burning with desire. I needed a good fuck. I rolled off Adonis and lay on my back, my hand over my eyes. My hips were moving and my other hand was roving my body, from my breasts to my mound of hair, and back. I needed a good screw. Damn, did I need a good screw. Right now, I’d even settle for a bad one.
Adonis was aware of my plight, and pulled me to him. He kissed me full on the mouth, but I wasn’t too responsive, until I felt his finger between my legs. I lifted my leg and placed it across his body, allowing his hand free access to my joy box. He slowly rubbed the lips of my cunt, now ripe with juice, and I returned his kisses feverishly, moaning, pushing my body into his. When we broke away I pulled his head to my breasts, and pressed hard.
He sucked and bit into my nipples and I moaned, a satisfying, desiring moan, as his finger entered my. box. I lifted my hips to his thrusts and although it wasn’t like having a big, fat cock inside me, at least it was giving me some pleasure. He shoved his finger in as far as it would go and rotated it, touching every nook and cranny of my box. I crossed my legs, entrapping his hand, and was on the verge of shooting off.
Groaning lustily, I spread my legs and whispered, “Now, shove it in hard. I want to come.”
Adonis got on his knees and bent over my body. With a motion that almost drove me insane, he pumped his finger in and out of my hole so fast that I dug my fingernails into him until they almost drew blood. I was moaning and twisting wildly, unable to hump enough to meet his ever-increasing speed.
When I came, I let out a scream, and had to put my hand over my mouth to silence the sound. But he didn’t stop fingering me, he continued and as he did, I continued to let out spurt after spurt. Finally, when I could come no more, I put my hand on his to stop him. If I hadn’t, he probably would have still been doing it.
“Thanks,” I said, in sincere gratitude. As I said, his finger wasn’t like a big, juicy cock, but it was a fair substitute.
He laid back on the bed and pulled me to him. I could feel his rod, as limp as ever, pressing against my hairy mound.
We lay there for a half hour or so and talked. I asked if there was anything I could do to sexually satisfy him and he told me no. Fortunately, his sex cravings diminished after the operation and it didn’t bother him too much.
While we were talking, he had been running his fingers over my body, my breasts, across the nipples, and had again aroused me. I took his hand and placed it between my legs.
“No, not this time,” he said, pulling me up so that I was on my knees. He then placed me so that I was straddling his face and facing the headboard of the bed. Quickly, and deftly, he ran his tongue over the lips of my cunt.
I eased down so my box would be closer to his mouth and slowly moved my body, only slightly, across his face. He took my cunt lips into his mouth and sucked on them. I closed my eyes and massaged my breasts, pinched the nipples, rubbed my stomach, and pressed against my mound. I was ecstatic. Adonis flicked his tongue in and out of my hole, which brought groans of passion from deep inside my body.
My breasts were red from where I had been rubbing them, and the nipples stood out what seemed like an inch. I knew no pain, however, because Adonis was lapping my cream, moving his tongue inside me, causing me to shoot off load after load of juice.
I grabbed the headboard and rode his face, as his tongue touched every inch of my joy box. I must have spewed out a gallon of fluid because it seemed like I would never stop coming. When I did, I fell to the side of the bed, exhausted.
Adonis cleaned his face and turned to me.
“Like that?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Um um,” was all I could reply, as I kissed him in appreciation.
We talked for awhile longer and he treated me to another finger job and also another lunch at the "Y".
The following day, when he checked out, I smiled a sincere ‘thank you’ at him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Youth knows no bounds, and this could be no truer than with a bellhop we had at the Barton. Billy was fifteen and had worked at the hotel for about two years.
One night, just before going off duty, he stopped by my desk and told me his parents would be moving to another town in a few days and he would be quitting his job.
We talked for awhile, and I told him how sorry we were that he was leaving, that we would miss him and wished him the best.
His last day on the job, Billy again came by the desk, ostensibly to say goodbye. When conversation lagged, and he just stood there, I asked, “Is there anything else you wanted to say, Billy?”
He looked at me, then dropped his gaze to the floor, then looked around.
“We’ve known each other for a long time, Billy. I'll be glad to listen to whatever you have to say.”
He looked at me, then blurted, “Miss Logan, I want to go to bed with you.”
Silence. Dead silence. I was caught off guard, stunned, didn’t know what to say. Billy, like the other men in and out of the hotel, was always looking at me, but he was only a boy, a fifteen-year-old boy.
“Billy,” I said, almost in admonishment, though I had to admire his boldness.
“Do you know what you just said?”
His face was red, but he had said it, now he was determined to follow through, embarrassed or not.
“Yes, I know what I said, Miss Logan.” His voice was faltering, and he was fighting hard to control his fears. “I’ve watched you for two years now, and each time I see you I get a funny feeling inside. I know you think of me only as a teenager, and you’ve had older men…“
“Billy, you shouldn’t talk like that.” I was astonished, but couldn’t get mad at the boy. In many ways, I admired him for saying what was on his mind.
“I’m sorry, Miss Logan, I don’t mean that as an insult. It’s just that… that I’ve wanted to go to bed with you since the first time I ever saw you.”
A warm smile came to my face. I felt compassion for Billy and his feelings, and was flattered by his interest and desire.
“Billy, what would your parents think if they learned you were asking a woman to go to bed with you?”
There was no reply. I realized that was a silly question. Billy wasn’t concerned with what his parents would say, and maybe he was right. There certainly would be no harm in making love, other than the boy being awfully young, ten years my junior.
“Miss Logan, I’m not a virgin. I’ve been around. Only a little, I will admit, but I have had a girl before.” The last part of his statement almost bordered on bragging, but not quite.
I was silent for a few seconds, looking at the boy standing before me. He had propositioned me. Now, I had to decide what to do about it.
“Billy, what time do you get off work?”
He looked at me, surprise on his face. “Five o’clock.”
I looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s now three. I get off in an hour. Come to my apartment when you finish here.”
Amazement was on his face. He left the office without saying a word.
I didn’t really expect Billy to show up; yet, I was hoping be would. Anyway, I had prepared for him and when there was a knock on my door a little past five o’clock, I was ready.
“Yes?” I called.
“It’s Billy, Miss Logan.”
“Come in, Billy.”
The young boy opened the door and quietly closed it behind him. I was standing between him and a window. The sun was shining brightly and the extremely sheer negligee I had on did nothing to hide my natural assets.
Billy stood there and gaped. He looked at the pinkness of my nipples, the fullness of my upright breasts, the dark cleavage. Sweat popped out on his forehead and he ran his tongue across his lips. I gazed down and saw a slight bulge in his pants. If I wasn’t careful, he would come in his jeans.
“Come over here, Billy.” My voice was low, sultry. If this kid wanted to play grown-up games, then he would be treated as a grown-up.
He hadn’t looked at my face since entering the room. His eyes kept darting from my breasts to the hairy mound between my legs. I let him look. I didn’t know if he would be able to follow through on his desire, but I was going to give him a treat even if he wasn’t.