Page 7 of Spring Surprise
“Sure you do.”
“I do?”
“Yup, I brought your suitcase up when I got us the room.” Unable to stop myself, I wipe at a tear running down her cheek. Her blue-gray eyes widen, looking bigger and brighter, probably from all the crying. Or maybe it’s because her eyes aren’t hidden behind the black plastic frames and thick lenses of her glasses. I swallow hard. “It’s, ah, all good. Want me to go grab you something to put on or bring the whole case in here?”
“There should still be a shirt and a pair of shorts in the inside zipper pouch, if you really don’t mind grabbing them?”
“Not at all. I’ll be back in a second, okay?”
“Okay.”
Whew.Crisis averted. Lifting her suitcase onto the stand, I rummage through it, groaning when I find a lacey pair of boy shorts and an oversized baby blue t-shirt with a pink peach, a burnout stripe up the middle like a fucking G-string, and a pair of platform heels that readsGoing toHell On Heels. Are you comin’?
Well, alright then. Grinning, I return to the bathroom. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Uh-huh, thanks.” Neely reaches out, snags her clothes from my hand, and drops her towel. And I don’t mean it accidentally fell off—she pulls it off and lets it fall to the floor.
My eyes bounce from her face to the most perfect set of teardrop-shaped breasts I’ve ever seen in my life. You know those high and tight tits that aren’t round but shaped like a drop of water and have one juicy beige nipple pointing upward and to the east and its equally juicy partner doing the same thing to the west? Yeah, those. Gawd-damn! Then the crazy woman pulls her shirt over her head like she didn’t just show me a map to the promised land and then set it on fire. The thing of it is? I don’t think she’s even aware that she did it.
Finding what little shred of decency that hasn’t joined forces with the one-eyed tyrant in my pants, I finally turn my back, giving her some privacy as she grabs her panties off the counter. Don’t think I didn’t notice her puss is as bare as the peach on her shirt either, because you can damned sure bet I have. I don’t think I could handle it if she bent over, presenting that sweet little backside to me, too. Willing my cock to settle down, I search for something inane to say.
“Are you hungry?” It’s as good a question as any to fill the space between us.
“No, but thank you.” There’s a pause, and then I feel her slide her hands over my ribs as she reaches around me and gives me a hug. I almost groan as those stellar titties press against my spine. “Also, thanks for stepping in and helping with TJ and me today, too. I know you don’t like me.”
Twisting, I drop an arm over her shoulder, pulling her against me. “It’s not that I don’t like you, Sugar. I just don’t know you or what your motivations here are.” I lead her over to the queen bed furthest from the door and pull back the covers. “In you get.”
Reaching over, I snap off the lamp. “I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you try to get some sleep?”
“Okay, good night, Toby.”
“G’night, Sugar.”
I move my shopping bags from the other bed onto her suitcase. Ripping open the pack of stretchy boxer briefs, I snag a pair and head into the still muggy bathroom with the toiletries I bought earlier in the day.
The ceiling fan is louder than the engines of a 737 as I strip off my clothes. How I heard Neely crying over all this noise is a mystery. Turning on the shower, I give it a few seconds before stepping in and catch sight of Neely’s black framed glasses sitting on the counter.
Closing my eyes, I let the force of the water do its best to pound me down the drain as I press one hand against the shower wall and bow my head. Unbidden, images of Neely’s tits flash across the back of my lids. My cock bobs in appreciation. Reaching between my legs, I fondle my balls and give the hardening shaft a few tugs before squirting a pump of the hotel’s conditioner into my fist.
I drag a hand up and down my erection, circling and squeezing the head on each stroke as I imagine pushing my cock between those beautiful breasts as Neely presses them together for my pleasure. I lick my lips, picturing her tight beige nipples turning dusky as they’re pinched between her fingers.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from growling out her name as my cum paints the shower wall.Holy shit.Suddenly, I’m exhausted as the day catches up with me.
After a brief wash and rinse, I towel off and pull on my underwear before heading out into the room. I check the locks, making sure the safety slide is engaged, and then head over to the first bed and pull back the covers.
“Toby?”
“Yeah, Sugar?”
“Would you mind lying with me for a while? I can’t shut off my mind. It’s racing in twenty different directions.”
Would I mind? If that wasn’t a loaded question. All the work I just put into relieving the tension floods back into my cock. What is it about her, for God’s sake? I just met her yesterday. It’s insane.
“Y-You don’t have to.”
“Nah, Sugar, it’s okay. Scoot over, yeah?” I hear more than see the crisp, scratchy sheets rustle as she moves. I could have gone around to the other side of the bed, but I’m a man, and instincts as old as time demand I put myself between her and the door to ensure her safety.
Lifting the sheet, I slide into bed beside her and wrestle the overstuffed pillow that’s going to leave me with a sore neck come morning into submission. It doesn’t take but a few seconds before I feel her fingers glide over my arm.
