Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.
Holy Mackrel! It had already been a long trip, what with the flight from Chicago to El Paso in the crowded plane. Every seat had been taken and of course it took people an inordinate amount of time to stow their ridiculously large carry-on bags, trying to stuff them in equally ridiculously small spaces. We finally pushed back from the gate almost 20 minutes after our scheduled departure.
I didn't have a lot of exposure to El Paso, and still wouldn't have much since I was only going to change planes here. It turned out to be a surprisingly large airport for what I had always thought of as a small city. Still when I had to walk out onto the apron and board a little seven passenger plane, the smallest I'd ever been on up to now, it wasn't without some trepidation. With El Paso being the staging area for my company's people who were going to this little retreat and seminar function in the boondocks, we had to wait for a plane from Atlanta to arrive with some of the southeast states' office personnel. By the time we had the plane's cargo ready, I realized that they were all people I knew, fellow employees of my employer.
I looked at the little twin-prop plane with skepticism, thinking that I couldn't fit into it, let alone another six passengers along with a pilot and copilot. But of course we did, along with all our bags going into the storage in the belly of the plane. And then we were off, kind of like a herd of turtles but at least we were moving.
We were out of the city in just a few minutes. The southeastern New Mexico terrain was hilly but the vegetation was sparse and looked like it wouldn't support mice, let alone anything larger. Even though the plane flew at nearly 10,000 feet according to the pilot, the ground was above sea level enough that it looked like we were skimming the tops off the tumbleweed below. We kept seeing jackrabbits darting this way and that, startled by the sound of the little plane.
Before I knew it, we were on the glide path to the airport in Roswell. The pilot made a smooth landing and taxied up to a private terminal, where a pair of vans was waiting. We helped transfer our luggage and piled into the vans for the ride ... to who-knew-where.
It turned out that the resort was just a few miles away but it seemed like a different country. It was in the foothills of the Capitan Mountains, a beautiful verdant valley with a peaceful lake and the bluest sky I'd ever seen. We all lined up at a desk inside the spacious administration building where a young lady handed us keys to preassigned rooms.
Back outside again, we found covered walkways that led to a series of long two-story buildings, which I thought looked like a typical roadside hotel except that they were spread out like rays of sunlight, each with plenty of foliage and landscaping to keep them at least semi-private from the next.
I found my room right at the near end ground floor of a central building, just as the young lady had directed me. Opening the front door, I immediately changed my mind about the place. It didn't look like any hotel I'd ever seen. The front room was huge with luxurious furniture arranged comfortably around a central fireplace. The ceiling was actually the top of the building with an open view to a balcony on the second level. A curving white-carpeted stairway led upstairs.
I dropped my bags and headed down a wide hallway, sticking my head into a living room sized bathroom, complete with a whirlpool tub large enough for several people. The whole thing was as elegantly appointed as any I'd ever seen.
Further down the hall was the bedroom. Even before I got there I could tell it too was huge. But then came the biggest surprise. There, lounging on the pink satin sheet that covered the bed, was a gorgeous, voluptuous young woman. She was a brunette with shoulder length hair, full lips and dark eyes. She had large round breasts and long legs. Although she was wearing a shiny silver dress, it didn't cover much of her at all. Her boobs were barely held in check by the silver bra-style top. The sides were cut away and the skirt, which may have been long or short, was pulled up near her waist, leaving her bare pussy to breathe the fresh air. Her feet were in silver shoes with very high heels and little straps here and there. She was a vision of loveliness ... and feminine pulchritude.
Before I could recover enough to speak, she said in a rather sultry voice, "Hello, sweetheart, welcome to New Mexico. I hope you like your present."
I managed to squeak out, "What present?"
"Why, me, of course, honey. My name is Margaret but most people call me Marge. You can call me anything you like. I'm here to take care of all your needs this week. I'll do anything ... ANYTHING ... I can to make your stay a pleasant one."
To say that I was startled would be a massive understatement. "What do you mean ... 'anything'?"
She smiled and sat up. With a quick swipe of her hand, the dress disconnected from the bra and slid down her body. She slithered out of it and with a quick motion of her hands behind her back, the bra magically disappeared, leaving her naked except for the shoes. "Well, darling, I mean that if its humanly possible to do it and you want to, then I'm willing. I see by the bulge in your pants that you do like girls, right?"
As her fingers reached out to stroke the tent in my pants, I stammered, "Of course, I do!"
"Then touch me."
I reached out and touched the smooth soft flesh of her beautiful tits. And I was hooked, just like that. I fondled her nipples, drew circles around them, ran my hands down her back and drew her toward me. I kissed her open mouth and let my tongue search every square inch of her mouth while my hands found her perfectly round buttocks and squeezed.
She felt so fantastic and she was completely compliant. I moved my kisses from her mouth to her ear, then her neck, then her shoulder and finally to her tits. I kissed and licked and sucked all around the full globes, repeatedly going back to her stand-up nipples. And all the while, her hands were wandering all over my body, frequently squeezing my rock hard throbbing erection.
When I worked one hand down between her legs to the little patch of neatly trimmed, dark curly hair, she spread her legs to make it easier for me to slip a finger into her pussy. She was already wet and well-oiled and I almost pitched her onto the bed.
But Marge said, "Easy, big fella. I understand you have nearly three hours before you have to be downstairs again. We can use all of that together, if you want to, and you can take your time and have some fun. Okay?"
I nodded, thinking, 'Its really going to be hard taking my time with a beauty like this. Where did she come from and how come I'm so lucky?'
