After a long, lovely lunch at a table overlooking the Bay, we went window shopping in Saucalito. It was fun, walking along hand in hand where nobody knew us. I was just about to burst from wanting to be kissed when John asked if I'd like to head back to the hotel for a 'nap.' I told him I couldn't think of anything I'd like better. Well, there was one thing, and he laughed and said our 'naps' always included that.
I thought I'd outgrown naps years ago, but I sure have rediscovered them. I think the sleeping part isn't really important, though. I wish he would hurry up and get us a taxi. I need a kiss!
When we finally got a cab, John told the driver to take us to the Fairmont. I slid over right next to John and whispered that I needed a kiss. He said that kissing in the back seat of cabs was perfectly civilized, although in the daytime it was borderline, and took me into his arms for a short but lovely kiss. We both used lots of tongue, and I could feel my nipples get hard inside my blouse.
I think they're always a little hard when I'm with John, but sometimes they get really big.
After we were finished kissing, the driver (an American this time, with a ponytail longer than mine had been before I got my hair cut) asked if we wanted to go down Lombard Street on the way back to the hotel. I tried to act sophisticated and told him not to bother, I'd already been there more than once. As soon as I said it, though, I started giggling and felt like an idiot.
As we were going up Nob Hill, John changed his mind and told the driver to take us to the 'Mark.' I realized what that meant when we pulled into the driveway of the Mark Hopkins Hotel. A big man dressed sort of like one of those guards at Buckingham Palace opened the door for us.
I guess big guys wearing outlandish clothes are standard for these luxury hotels. I'll bet he's glad to take that big hat off at the end of the day. His neck must get tired, holding that thing up.
I asked John why we were there, and he said he thought I might like to see the 'Top of the Mark.' I told him I didn't know what that was, and he just said, 'You'll like it.'
Oh, okay.
We took a big, brass, mirrored elevator (also standard for these big hotels, apparently) to the top floor. When the elevator doors opened, we stepped out into a huge room with a bar in the middle, lots of tables, and
windows.
I'd never seen a room where all the outside walls were glass. Talk about a view! That was the Top of the Mark. John said it was the highest spot in San Francisco. The place was almost empty at that hour, and we got a table right next to the windows. Although it was a bar, they didn't seem to mind my being there. I ordered a Coke, and John had some of that Stol-something vodka with ice and some lemon peel. I had a tiny little sip of his drink, and it was like liquid fire.
Ugh!
It was a fabulous view. We could see both bridges and all of San Francisco, and John pointed out some things about the city. After his second Stol-something arrived, he pulled my little tape recorder out of the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it to me.
How did he get that? I thought it was still in my purse.
He told me to put it on the table and play the tape that was in it, so I switched it to 'play' and set it down. I heard some murmuring and rustling and turned the volume up.
Then there was a voice that was definitely John's, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. After a couple more minutes of rustling, I was about to lose interest when I heard my own voice murmur something, then say very distinctly, 'Dooo Meeeee.' I realized what it was, and I could feel myself blush right down to my new two-inch platform heels.
Oh, My God. It's us fu... making love.
I turned it off and quickly looked around to make sure the nobody else had heard it. I was more embarrassed than I'd ever been in my life and could hardly wait to hear more of it.
There was no way I was going to do anything else until I'd heard the whole thing. I turned it back on and held it to my ear, but John had me put it on the table so he could hear, too. There was a lot of rustling and some sighs. Then there was a high pitched squeal, a loud 'Ohhhhh,' some grunts, and a long, loud moan that finally kind of faded out. All in my voice.
That was me having an orgasm when Herman first got into me.
My face felt really hot, and I knew it was beet red. John was just sitting there, watching me blush, and grinning. There was a lot more mumbling and rustling, and:
D: 'Be careful, John! Don't go too deep.'
J: 'Am I hurting you, Baby?'
D: 'No, but it's scary. If you really ram into me, I think you'll tear me apart inside.'
J: 'I'll be careful, Baby.'
That was when he had me bent double with my knees about up to my ears. My God, this is exciting. My pussy feels like it's gushing. There was a lot more rustling, me going Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
, John going
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
, me going
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,
John going
