I woke, stretched my arms up and looked around, taking a second to orient myself to the new day. Recalling the events of the evening, I smiled. The clock radio on the nightstand read 9:34 so I was not surprised to be alone. JD has always been an early riser. He was probably long gone, hard at work on whatever landscaping or construction job he had at present.
Looking forward to some alone time, I pulled the sheet off my naked body, and rose slowly, definitely feeling some ache from the night's unbridled pounding. I ran through a few Chi Kung exercises to loosen up my body some and get my blood flowing. JD had left a note on the nightstand, in a heart, he'd written, "I'll call you".
After using the toilet, I considered taking a long bath, but instead opted for a shower. The thought of a long soak sounded good, however, this particular tub and bathroom wasn't terribly inviting. As I lathered up and enjoyed the warm water falling over me, my mind was more than just a little preoccupied with scenes and sensations of my first time with two cocks.
Clean, though not quite rejuvenated, I stepped out of the shower, taking my body wash and shampoo with me. I quickly dressed, and gathered up my stuff to pack it back in my little duffel bag. Having friends that did time cleaning hotels rooms, I made sure to pack up my stuff, and do a quick clean up. I threw all the bedding back onto the bed and gathered up all the used towels in a pile beside the shower.
From my backpack, I pulled out my wallet and took out a few dollar bills. Throwing the pack over my shoulder, I wrote a quick note of thanks and placed it and the money on the counter by the sink where I was sure the cleaning person would find it.
Stepping out the door, as usual, I stopped briefly to take one last look, and think if I'd forgotten anything. Keycard in hand, I shut the door and pulled over the second strap of my backpack. I looked over at Wade's room. No sign of life there. Probably, he was off at work as well.
Heading down the stairs, I didn't see anyone else around as I made my way out of the hotel and to the sidewalk along the main road. Given all the noises last night, I let out a deep breath when I'd cleared the scene.
I walked briskly a couple blocks down, until I arrived at a storage lot. Typing in the code at the gate, I waited briefly until I could walk through. My space was towards the back. I waved and smiled at the fellow in the office, he'd cut me a great deal to only rent for a week.
I had a pretty large unit, enough to fit my home of the last few years, an Airstream sport 16 towed behind my truck. Whenever I ventured back into cities, I always tried to rent a storage unit to try deterring theft. I could lock things down well in my Airstream and truck, but not much I could do about someone deciding to drive off with all of it.
It definitely ran costs up a little higher, but thankfully, I seldom had to stay long in the big cities. The beauty of mobile living was being able to flee these areas for the wide-open expanse of the desert, where I spent most of my time.
I flipped on the light, closed the unit's door behind me, unlocked my Airstream and headed inside. After tossing my pack onto the bed, I turned on my coffee maker, got together the fixings for a mocha, and pulled out a fresh blueberry muffin from the basket of goodies I'd picked up yesterday morning.
With my tray of food and java, I took it with me and sat cross-legged on the bed, leaning against the wall. From my pack, I took out my laptop and opened to my journal. It was already pretty late to record the latest information, and staring at the screen as I sipped from my coffee, I found my mind unable to put much effort into the project anyway.
One thought kept playing over and over in my mind; I had sex with two men last night. I had sex with two men last night AND had the opportunity to do it again tonight, maybe, probably.
I closed my laptop, and moved it away. Leaning back to nibble on my muffin and sip from my mug, I let my mind work through where my crotch had led me last night. Shaking my head, I thought of when I so sternly felt nothing but "NO! No way!"
The trick now was to decide if I'd let myself explore new experiences, or surrendered my soul for one night's pleasures. Was I a newborn slut nympho soon to be starring in low budget "mature" videos, or simply finding the nerve to explore my sexuality with two very consenting partners who showed great respect?
I laughed at myself when I thought about what JD would not doubt tell me. He'd say I was taking it all far too seriously. All that mattered was that were we safe and had a hell of a good time. I nodded over my coffee mug, agreeing with JD's perspective.
That said, I am now a woman who has slept with two men and wants to do it again. Hard to fathom considering my lifetime of scant pickings since leaving JD. Letting my hand slide down over my breast, I thought of Wade and the amazing way he'd sucked on my tit.
It made me think of the hunger of both men, matched by own, and the most intense sexual feelings I'd ever experienced. Thinking of how rich and sublime it felt, I knew it was something I would need to seek out again. And again.
Wade. Wade the fierce sucking machine. Yet another element for me to consider. In most previous sexual experiences, when guys didn't really do much for me, I never really vocalized what I wanted. They either worried too much about being considerate, or thought nothing at all overconfident in their prowess and unresponsive to my lack of mutual pleasure.
Somehow, Wade not only made sure to ask me what I wanted, both for his own permission and mine, but once granted, took me with an oddly considerate forcefulness. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed his rough handling of my boobs, his forceful pressures in moving me around. Along with following the directions as JD laid them out, it was a perfect mix of openly expressing my desires and letting myself be ravaged.
I set my empty mug on the little shelf by my bed, and moved to lie down in my middle, my arms tucked behind my head. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let myself focus in on that word again, "ravaged."
I had ridden JD's cock, then Wade's, then JD's again. I decided then, I did not want one to only watch until the end next time. It warmed my pussy as I thought what I wanted next time was two cocks involved, taking turns in my pussy and whatever else we might all find ourselves craving.
Whatever else, I thought. And with some considerations, let my mind run through details of how I might like to see things play out. Turning over various ideas in my mind, I tried to focus on what my favorite parts had been and what had surprised me the most.
The possibilities for next time seemed difficult to choose from.
With some thought, I formulated a certain scenario that stirred heat and ache in my pussy. I wiggled out of my clothes, tossing them on the floor beside me. Naked, I bent my knees to rest my feet flat on the bed, and opened my legs wide. It always seemed to heighten my fantasies lying naked and exposed like this. I closed my eyes and let my mind run through the details of one way I would like to see my next meeting with two cocks play out.
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