Towards the end of summer, Claire and I took one last vacation. A lot of my family lives in Michigan, and the last time we visited Claire really enjoyed being up there. We figured it was an easy vacation to plan and we could save money by staying with relatives at certain points. However, we couldn't every night. For a few nights we had booked hotels, but for one night Claire insisted we try a bed and breakfast she had found. I was skeptical, but agreed. I always feel bad taking long trips though because I have a real anxiety of driving, and Claire always ends up driving the whole way. She almost never complains, and it is just one of the many reasons I love her. So, of course, I agreed.
After a long day of driving, we arrive a little after six. She immediately says that it looked nicer in the pictures and my skepticism increases. We ring the doorbell like the note on the door says and an old lady who smells like smoke comes and greets us. Stepping inside it also smells like smoke and I know Claire is going to be mad about that. I just hope our room doesn't smell like smoke for her sake. The doddering old lady has us sign in and then fetches her husband, an equally old man who could hardly hear. He shows us to our room and thankfully it does not smell like smoke.
The room is nice enough and decorated with a sort of antique aesthetic that I imaging all bed and breakfasts have. It has dust on the shelves and the copies of worthless old books are covered in dust as well. I even notice a few cobwebs in places which immediately makes me uncomfortable. Claire had promised we would have our own bathroom, but we don't. She apologizes for that, and I can tell she genuinely thought we would. We investigate a little bit longer and then decide to go out to eat. As we are leaving, Claire makes a discovery.
"These doors don't lock," she says.
"Sure they do," I say and take a look at them. I turn the knob this way and that and push it in. None of the conventional means for locking seem to work. "I guess you're right."
"I'm sorry for making you do this," she says and gives me an apologetic look.
"It's fine. We'll just never have to do it again," I say and smile at her.
We leave our suitcases adhering to the strong defense of hope that no one will mess with them. We haven't seen anyone else there and there weren't any other cars. However, my hopes are quickly dashed when I see another couple checking in as we head downstairs. The old man is telling them about a cocktail hour later in the evening. Luckily he doesn't address us as we leave.
"Do we have to go to that cocktail thing?" I ask Claire when we get into the car.
"Not if you don't want to."
"That means you want me to."
"We'll see," she says and starts to pull out before we've even decided on a destination.
After some searching on my phone and a little disagreement about directions, we decide on a local brewery. The fish I have is good even if the portion was too big for me to eat it all. Claire doesn't order anything to drink, but since we're at a brewery I do. I get their darkest beer. It's a little bitter, but still good. The alcohol content must be high in it because I get a gentle buzz after just one. I don't get drunk so I don't get another one when the waiter asks even though the alcohol I've already had is telling me to. We settle the bill and laugh as I'm handed the bill and I hand it right to Claire.
When we return to the bed and breakfast, there are several more cars parked there and it seems like it is at least half full. The old man is walking around with a small dog under his arm when we walk in. He greets us and has completely forgotten that we've already checked in and been to our room. Once we tell him for the third time, he understands and invites us to the cocktail hour at eight. Claire thanks him in a way that makes me think I'm going to have to go.
"Do we really have to go?" I ask when we get back to our room. I sit down on the bed cautiously waiting for a nest of spiders to emerge and eat me.
"I'd like to," she says. "It's part of the experience. Once we've done it, we never have to go back to another one of these again."
I just grunt loudly in defeat.
"Oh," she says in her promiscuous tone. "Want to make that sound again?" She walks over to the bed and plants a big kiss on my lips.
I break away and say, "I'll go but only under one condition."
"What's that?" she says, leaning over in front of me so I can see down her shirt at her tan cleavage causing my dick to twinge.
"You suck my dick right now," I say not tearing my eyes away from her boobs.
"Normally, I'm the one who tries to bribe you, and it doesn't work," she stands back up straight, but rubs her hand over my crotch as she does it.
"It must be the beer," I say.
"Well if that's what it takes," she says as if she is reluctant, but I can see from the gleam in her eye that she loves me asking.
She pulls her shirt over her head. I stand up and wrap my arms around her hugging her to me. With just a little difficulty I undo her red bra and let it slip to the floor. She works her hands down my body squeezing my ass before rubbing my crotch once more. Then she undoes my belt while I take my shirt off. She starts to climb onto the bed, but I grab her by the wrist. She stops and looks at me slightly confused. I gently push her down so that she's on her knees and she gets the idea. She's so fucking sexy when she's on her knees and she looks up at me with her green eyes and my hard cock in her mouth. She plays with my balls while she runs her tongue up and down the underside of my shaft. I've been getting steadily harder since the first view of her cleavage and now my dick is twitching with anticipation. She sucks on my balls for just a moment, long enough to send waves of pleasure through me but not so long that it is overwhelming. She pulls away and smiles up at me.
"You're fucking hot," I say.
She grins at me and says, "I love your hard cock. I love sucking on it."
She licks her lips, but grabs me with her hand. She pumps my dick as if she's making sure it is hard and fully loaded. She squeezes the head and precum oozes out. She spreads it around the head of my cock so that it glistens. She teases me just a moment longer before wrapping her sexy lips around my shaft. She bobs her head up and down sometimes pausing with my whole length in her mouth. I groan with pleasure as she sucks me off. She swirls her tongue over my engorged head and licks up the precum. She places her hands on my ass and squeezes them as her mouth slides up and down my pulsating cock.
I feel myself getting closer and I decide a blowjob isn't enough. No matter how cute she looks with my cum dripping down her pretty face, what I really want is to plunge my quivering cock into her tight, wet pussy. I tell her to stop and she looks up at me with concern and my dick still halfway in her mouth. I step back and sit down on the bed pulling her up with me. I kiss her and our tongues meet. We roll onto the bed and make out a little bit more. While she's on top of me I start to pull on her pants to tell her to take them off. She hops off the bed and pulls them down revealing a pair of sexy green panties. These too come off and she gets back into bed.
"I want you to ride me," I say.
In response, she straddles me and plunges my hard cock into her hungry pussy. She grinds against me for just a moment with my full length inside of her. I know I won't last long from the blowjob and how fantastic she feels.
"Fuck me," I tell her. "I want to see those big, gorgeous tits bounce as you ride me."
"I love it when you talk dirty like that," she tells me and begins to ride up and down on my throbbing cock.
