ON THE ROAD (REPRISE)
This is a rewrite of one of my first efforts at authoring erotica. The earlier version was pretty awful, with little dialog and weak characterizations. I've learned a lot since then.
I came back to this story because it is based on a memorable chapter in my past life, with the major difference being the use of fake names. I did travel a lot for business at one time, and one such regular stop did result in meeting and being fortunate enough to bed someone just like Claudia. She was all that I describe here, we did all the things described here, and I will always remember her fondly.
But to the story...
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The novelty of traveling for business wore off quickly.
Oh, sure, it was nice to stay in comfy hotels and explore areas away from home, but on balance, it sucked.
I had long ago resigned myself to nights alone in my room, eating takeout food or dining solo in the hotel restaurant. I spent three weeks out of four on the road, and that aspect of my life had become quite tedious. The local nightlife in suburban New Jersey, the locale of my current trip, was usually nothing to write home about either.
At least the employees at this branch were some of the most interesting in the company. There is a certain confidence, almost arrogance, in people from this part of the country. They weren't into playing social games; what you saw was what you got. The fact that the women were quite attractive added spice to that particular dish.
I was evaluating the performance of the second shift employees, so my day was already sixteen hours long by the time they finished. I must have looked bedraggled.
Fuck, I'm tired.
"Long day, huh?" Hearing a timeworn, throwaway line that usually elicited a grunt in return, I looked up to see who had spoken it and immediately perked up several degrees.
Claudia was one of the standouts in this particular crew. Her round, unlined, perfectly made-up face was topped by light blond hair arranged in the semi big hair style favored at that time of the eighties; she obviously took some time in her daily preparations. Large hoop earrings complemented her face, and her smile was genuine and engaging. But for all that, I couldn't help but notice her most outstanding feature.
Her boobs. Her chest was enormous. We're talking Boobmania, porn star tits, middle school boy's dream. Cripes, she was stacked.
"My eyes are up here." I grinned sheepishly and met her gaze. Another old line, but oh so appropriate.
"Good thing I'm used to it," she continued. "Anyway, a bunch of us are going to the Rusty Pelican for a couple of rounds. Want to join us?"
"Thanks, but it has been a long day. Maybe next time I'm here?"
"You need a break, so treat yourself. See you there." As she turned to leave, I chuckled at her confidence. I assumed she never took 'no" for an answer. It also suddenly seemed to be a good way to end a tiring day.
It turned out to be a pretty fun night - the bar had good live entertainment, the conversation was witty, the drinks flowed freely, and the women in attendance were particularly good looking. I enjoyed myself immensely, laughing and joking and bantering with the quite talented band. By closing time I was ready to hit the sack, though; with the previous day's travel I had been up for almost 24 hours. As we walked back to our cars, Claudia fell in next to me as we walked into that warm May night in 1987.
"I rode with Amber and left my car at the office," she said. "Do you think you could give me a ride back?" I had to pass the office on the way to the hotel anyway and immediately agreed. My 1981 VW Rabbit was parked in the back of the lot and I held the door for her, an old habit that I refuse to break.
"This is really nice of you," she told me as I drove.
"Really, Claudia, it's nothing."
My right hand rested on the shift knob, a typical position since my car had a 5 speed manual transmission. She laid her hand on mine and kept it there. "Really, I appreciate this."
I glanced over at her. She wasn't a small girl by any means, but she nonetheless presented a quite attractive package. The word that came to mind was "zaftig," usually referring to a woman with a full, rounded figure. She had real womanly curves, a full butt, and strong legs extending from her short skirt. She was obviously proud of her figure, and it showed.
And OMFG, those tits.
I wouldn't even attempt to estimate their size. D cup? Double D? 38 Double XYZ? As she relaxed back into the passenger seat they jutted like twin peaks from her chest, perfectly enhanced by the stylish blouse she wore. A man could get lost in those babies. I returned my eyes to the road.
"Enjoying the view?" she asked with a smile, turning her head toward me.
"Very much," I answered. Like I said, women here didn't play games, and I wasn't going to start.
"At least you admit it. Most guys would deny they had been staring."
"Claudia, you are a wonder to behold, and I'm not going to lie."
"A 'wonder'?" she laughed. "Oh, you silver tongued devil."
"You know what you have, and you display it all quite well,' I told her. "Any straight man would look at you like I did."
"You make me sound like a statue or something," she pouted.
"That was not my intention. You're a beautiful woman."
I could feel her eyes on me as I drove. She turned her head back to the front and we continued in silence back to the office. I pulled in next to her car and shut off the engine, preparing to get out and open her door for her. Like I said, old habits and all. I paused when I felt her hand touch my cheek, and I turned to look at her.
That's when things went straight into high gear. I mean, barreling downhill at a hundred and twenty miles an hour intense.
Using that same hand, she pulled my face towards her and locked lips with me. I'm not talking about a gentle "You're a nice guy thanks for the ride" peck, but a full on lip smashing, tongue probing, spit swapping, toe curling kiss, the kind you see in porn clips. She actually moaned as each of our mouths hungrily consumed the other.
But it didn't stop there, oh no. Once our lips were together, her hand immediately moved to my crotch and began massaging my junk. I've got this insanely hot, stacked, beautiful blond locked to my face and her hand stroking me through my suit pants, and my body responded as one would expect. I was rock hard in seconds.
And the adventure continued apace.
No stopping this train, no sir
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Operating completely by touch and without pausing our kiss at all, her right hand expertly unbuckled my belt, unhiked the waist, and unzipped the fly, all in a few seconds.
