Heaven’s Gate
75 Hospitality
Speaking of sex… Well, I mention it a lot, but I guess the thrill of talking about the details kind of settled down once I got out of my teens. The last woman I’d made love to for the first time was Dani. That had been almost six years ago. She and I still slipped together as easily as we had that first time, often without having consciously intended to. Oh, wait. I guess Pam was later that summer. That period was so blurred for me. Renee still wanted to make love to me, but she’d been waiting for fourteen years and was content to just be in the right place so that when our time came she was ready.
My cónyuge still preferred to occupy the big bedroom so we could all sleep together. Even Cassie, Mary, and Josh were there half the week. I had no idea how my cónyuge organized themselves, but it seemed there was always a little lovemaking each night as we settled into bed, or sometimes just a loving intimate cuddle as we went to sleep. I always spent at least one night a week with Casa del Agua, usually making love with one or more of the women. Doug’s desire was still high, but his ability to perform was sometimes limited. It seemed that being in the room while I was making love to one of his women was often inspiration enough for him to handle one of the others.
But then there was TK.
TK had turned into an amped up version of Liz during her last year of school. Frankly, I had dialed my interest in her down significantly when she moved over to the sorority house her senior year. It was one thing to know she’d had every boy and most of the girls in the clan, but I had no idea where that pussy had been on campus.
I’d been using birthdays to choose many of my dates for Date Night In and TK was twenty-six on Friday the fifth, so I had her on the show Saturday night. When she got in on Friday evening, she spent the night with Casa del Agua. We had a good time Saturday and I found out more about her job, giving her the opportunity to plug the hotel chain she worked for. She was, indeed, going to be moved to the day manager position at the chain’s St. Louis location in January.
“Brian, I haven’t been with a guy in six months. When I found out I was coming home, I got a blood test and exam. I have a clean bill of health. Would you… Could we spend the night together and make love tonight? I really miss you,” she said as we left the studio.
“Of course we can, sweetheart. I have a feeling there is more to the story. Surely there are eligible guys in Chicago!” I said.
“There are certainly available guys in Chicago. Approximately a million of them. That’s the male population between sixteen and eighty. I’m pretty sure most of them have suggested some kind of sex act to me. Not to mention the hundred thousand or so single-for-a-night male guests of the hotel. Then there are ten levels of management above me and about two hundred co-workers. They all believe that the definition of the hospitality industry is making themselves at home between my legs,” TK spat out.
“Jesus Christ, Theresa!”
“I was a slut when I lived here, Brian. But I fell in love with every man I had sex with. Every single one. Now there are thousands of men I could have sex with and none that I love.”
The first time I was with TK, I told her that I wouldn’t have sex with her, but I’d make love to her. I doubled down on that proposition when I got her to the master suite. I didn’t take her to the bed, but rather to the rocking loveseat where moms often held and nursed their newborns. For TK and me it was a place to make out. It took a while, but I slowly unwrapped TK. She was in great shape.
“You’ve been working out,” I said.
“Two hours in the gym every morning,” she laughed. “You like?”
“You look incredible. And feel fantastic,” I added as I petted her pert tits and flat stomach.
“I’m feeling better the more you touch me. Kiss me again and touch me more.” I did. Her kisses were soft and invited me deeper. As I ran my hand down, I tugged softly at the short hair of her landing strip. Her breathing sped up and I dipped down into her moist folds. “Yes! Oh, I’ve missed you,” she said. Her pussy was wet and slippery. I slid around her clitoris and parted the lips above her opening, touching lightly. TK moaned into my mouth and clutched me tightly.
I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the bed. The clothes that were only partly off fell on the floor as we moved. She kicked her panties off her left ankle. I’d touched her hot center, but I wanted to taste her. As soon as she stretched out on the bed, I kissed my way over her more-than-a-handful breasts and down her tummy. Her legs fell open as I approached and her hand grasped my cock. I licked from the top of her slit down as far as I could press my head between her legs. She pulled at me until I was straddling her head and she began licking and sucking on my cock as I continued to diddle her clit with my tongue.
Sixty-nining in this position always made me a little uncomfortable. I was always afraid I’d get carried away and thrust too deeply into a woman’s mouth. It was never a problem with someone like Brenda. She could swallow me whole and lick my balls. But in spite of the fact that TK and I seemed to be the perfect heights for this, I didn’t know how well she handled oral. I rolled us over so I was on the bottom and held her above me.
I needn’t have worried, it seemed. TK had no difficulty taking me to the root as I rubbed my nose in her snatch and drank from her never-ending fountain. I sucked on her long inner lips and in this position could lick all the way to her asshole. She squealed when I did and the vibrations did amazing things to my cock. She popped off my rod and gasped for air.
“I’m going to come again, Brian. I’m going to come really hard. Come in my mouth while I’m coming on you. I want you. I want you.” With that she swallowed me again and began bobbing up and down as I strummed her clit with the tip of my tongue. As her pitch increased, it was impossible not to comply with her wishes. I believe I started first. Before the last drop was consumed, my face was flooded.
TK lay on me, not hurrying to let go of my cock with her mouth. I knew her clit was extra sensitive by the way she jerked if I touched it. But the rest of her pussy was just so beautiful that I couldn’t stop licking or probing with my tongue. Taking a leisurely time to explore the region, I discovered that her perineum was also very sensitive, especially the closer I got to her little rosebud. When I touched there, she renewed her sucking with more vigor.
I know Woody Allen made jokes about his tongue going numb or not being able to breathe, but I don’t think I’d ever get tired of this view of a woman or tasting her juices as they dripped on my tongue. In a few minutes, TK rolled off me and reached for the condom on the bedside table. She rolled it onto me and then straddled me as she sank down. I was able to catch one of her nipples between my lips as she seated herself fully and she moaned.
“So long ago,” she sighed. “You showed me what it was like to be made love to and I’ve been looking for it ever since. I know we’ve also fucked. I can tell the difference. I suppose it’s my own fault, but you are the only man who makes love to me. And it’s been such a long time.” She stretched out full on top of me and I held her close as we began small, almost pulsing moves. I kissed her lips, her nose, and her eyelids before I let her return to the deep, sensual kissing we had enjoyed on the loveseat.
TK had been there the day Lexi died. She’d been in my bed just days before. She was there again after I finally recovered my senses enough to let anyone in. We’d grown apart then. But there was always a sense of something precious when I held her. And something incredibly stimulating about sinking into her depths.
We rolled until she was on her back and her legs were inside mine. In this position, my cock slid down into her, rubbing against her clit the entire way. She began to pant as she rose to another orgasm, but I kept my strokes steady and even, driving the stimulation to its maximum. She grasped my head and smothered my face with kisses as she came, crying wordlessly.
“Let me open for you, lover,” she gasped. “Let me take you as deeply as I can.” We shifted so her legs were outside mine and she pulled her knees open and back toward her chest. “Take me, Brian. Let me give you the pleasure that I feel when I’m with you.”
It was true. In this position I slid deep into her willing pussy, which was sucking at me and drawing me toward her innermost being. I pushed, withdrew, and pushed again. Each time I bottomed out she let a squeak of breath out, pulling at my waist to get me as deep as possible. I didn’t worry about whether she was coming again. She moaned as I spent myself and wept.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
We didn’t rush ourselves, even after we had both been sated. We showered and returned to bed. TK clung to me unlike anything I remembered from our past.
“Sometimes I regret my major,” she whispered. “I miss being here on the ranch. I miss you, and I miss Doug and Carl and Lionel. Not to mention all the women. I think I might visit Casa de Audacia tomorrow. I wasn’t in the dorm with them the first year the youngest arrived. But I sure loved Pam. She can really tickle a girl’s fancy.”
“You can always come back.”
“I learned hospitality management in school. I’m being promoted to day manager for a major hotel in St. Louis. Where would I ever ply my trade in Bloomington? Days Inn?” she laughed. “I made my bed and now I have to lie in it. Alone.”
“Maybe we need an inn here in Corazón. You could think about it. You know I’m not the only one who wants you here,” I said.
“How’s Rich doing?” she asked. That seemed a little out of the blue. Rich wasn’t doing much of anything. He’d finished his degree and moved into one of the apartments. Then he went to work on his brother’s crew in Ron’s construction business. He said it was just temporary until he could find a good coaching job, but I really didn’t think he was looking.
“Rich has become kind of quiet and solitary,” I said.
“He really fell hard for Amber, but we all knew it wasn’t going to work. He started getting jealous the minute she started guest hosting for Elaine. I need to visit him tomorrow,” TK said. “I don’t have to go back to Chicago until Monday. Maybe we can… talk.”
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