DeeDee's Tale
or, How We Found Things In Chicago.
This story is inspired by and dedicated to a wonderful woman by the name of DeeDee. She lives in Chicago. That much is reality.
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It was cold and grey as we stepped off the plane at O'Hare. The wind blew which is a cliché for Chicago I know, but blow it did. After the air conditioned pampering of first class, the cold air was a shock to the system, but it woke me up enough to deal with the last part of our journey. I had been invited to lecture at a literary conference being held at the humanities division of the University of Chicago on 'The merits of Pornography in Literature'. This was a leg of a lucrative tour, and I was allowed to bring my wife.
We checked in at our hotel sometime later. I forget which one. It's unimportant and anyway, after you've stayed in as many as I have, the one is very like another. They sort of merge into a kaleidoscope of neutral colours and minibars! My wife just wanted to change and shower and the porter was hardly out of the room before she started to undress.
We had only been married for a year or so, although we had known each other for some years prior to that. Her name was Michelle; she was 26 years old with a body that hadn't changed since she was about 18. Her long dark hair contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. Her pert breasts were topped with responsive nipples that stood proud when aroused and her stomach, while toned, had that feminine curve that led the eye to her shaven pussy. Her slender legs left a small gap at the top framing her lips in a hairless triangle and when she turned round, two small globes just screamed to be held. She wasn't tall, but her piercing blue eyes and that mane of dark hair turned heads when she entered a room.
I frequently asked myself which of the Gods above had decided that I should be so lucky as to have this woman. We had met through my work as a commentator on things pornographic. It transpired that she had never found a man that was prepared to let her express her sexuality for fear of losing her. To me, it was that very sexuality which I found attractive, and we naturally fitted together. I found it hard to think of many sexual acts we had not either partaken of as a couple or watched each other perform. We had no secrets and shared everything....and everyone!
I watched as she slipped off the last of her clothes and padded around while the Jacuzzi in the bathroom filled.
"Are you coming in?" she asked.
"I have to make sure I've got these notes straight first," I said
"Work, work, work," she chastised me.
"I want a big party when you've given this lecture."
"I promise," I replied and as we hugged, I felt her warmth and nearness begin to arouse me.
"Get in that bath before I change my mind," I whispered in her ear, and playfully slapped her backside.
"Ohhh, more please!" came the playful reply as she skipped out of reach pushing her ass out as she did.
I had every intention of joining her after I was satisfied with my notes, but the next thing I knew it was 3.30am as I awoke, still dressed and as I came to my senses, I realized that I must have crashed out. Michelle was sound asleep next to me, naked as was her custom. She wore lots of different lingerie to play in, but always slept naked. I watched her in the half light of the room. Her hair splayed out over her pillow, the rise and fall of her breasts, her smooth tummy, her pussy that was visible between her slightly open legs and those firm thighs. Even in my drowsy state she gave me a hard on.
I stripped off and stretched out beside her. She turned over slightly and pushed her ass back into me and when she felt the sticky end of my cock rub against her cheek, she moaned softly and put her hand between her thighs and guided me into her. She was warm and ready. I caressed her silky body and we made love slowly and tenderly, both of us half asleep, until I came with my cock deep inside her. This kind of gentle intimacy was a special treat for us as our very open sex life normally led to much more erotic and involved sex games.
When we awoke, we showered and dressed and went down for breakfast. My day was planned for me, a tour of the Facility, lunch with several dignitaries and my lecture in the afternoon. Michelle told me she planned to check out Chicago's opportunities for retail therapy.
"Do you fancy a party later?" she asked
"Sure," I nodded, "I'll provide the female company, you find us a couple of guys. That shouldn't be too difficult!"
"Can't wait," said Michelle with a very mischievous look on her face, "Now I know what to shop for!"
I left her to enjoy her day, confident in the fact that on my return, all the necessary arrangements would have been made for our evening's entertainment. My challenge was to find another woman who would want to join in. I hoped my day at the university would provide me with the right opportunity.
My car arrived and I was driven to the campus where I was met by the usual tribe of academics and University types who would accompany me for the tour. Sadly, after having seen more campuses, and having met more Deans and Professors than I needed to, I had switched into 'automatic' and let the whole thing wash over me until lunch time. A buffet had been laid on with drinks which at least gave me a chance to circulate and escape from the more persistent types who bored me rigid. I had just escaped from a particularly crusty academic type and was making my choice from the buffet when I heard:
"Beats my usual student fare!"
