{Pendragon}JDR"The Inn"( MF )[1/1]

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INN
by Uther Pendragon
anon...@nyx.net

"Welcome to Chamber's Inn, ma'am," the waitress's voice said. 'My breasts
are both large and firm,' her face said, 'not droopy like yours.' "The
last table was just taken, it will be a few minutes wait for the next one,"
her voice said. 'My face is this smooth when I wash it; even your creams
and powders can't hide your wrinkles,' her smile said. "Would you like to
wait in the bar?" her voice asked. 'I'm sexy, and pretty, and *young*,'
her eyes said. 'You're *old*.'

"I don't think so. Maybe this gentleman would allow me to share a
table."

"I would be honored," he said. He rose to hold her chair.

"Ma'am, I don't think ..." the girl said.

"That's sad, dear, but not my business. Could I have a menu?"

"Really, ma'am," the girl said, "this isn't ..."

"You're holding some menus," he said. "Would you be so kind as to
give one of them to the lady?"

The girl looked baffled, and then gave her a menu. "Why thank you,
sir. I'm Gretchen."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Gretchen. I'm Walter." He helped
her off with her coat before he sat back down. She didn't remove her
gloves, though, until they were ordering. The sight of her wedding ring
seemed to bother the waitress.

The fake-pastoral ambience of the decor didn't extend to the cuisine.
She ordered boef bourguignon; he ordered a steak and a bottle of burgundy.
"With two glasses," he added.

Their conversation centered on the weather. "I don't like driving in
this snow," he said. "I've lived my entire life in this area, and I don't
think that I've ever seen snow this deep."

"It's been a while since I learned to drive," she said, "but I learned
in Pennsylvania. We got snow every year, and the hills were steeper. You
don't forget those lessons. What I don't understand is why people still
believe in global warming after this cold snap."

"It doesn't work that way. The sun delivers a certain amount of
radiation to earth. What isn't reflected has to be reradiated, or we warm
up. Some of the heat is shipped all over earth before it is reradiated.
Our weather pattern does the shipping. With a warmer ground necessary for
reradiation, one would expect that the weather pattern would shift; we
just don't know how it will shift. We do know that it will result in
higher *average* temperatures."

"I think that this explanation could explain anything," she said. "A
wise man once told me that an explanation that could explain anything was
valueless for explaining a particular thing."

"He was a very wise man," he said. "You should follow all of his
advice. But this explanation only predicts two things: higher *average*
temperatures, and a *change* in the weather pattern. You can hardly fault
it because there was a change in the weather pattern. Oh well, are you
enjoying your food?"

"Very much. This is a delightful meal in delightful company."

"And I'm having a lovely meal," he said, "in lovely company."

When they had both refused dessert, the waitress brought them two
checks on two little trays. He put both checks and his credit card on one
of the trays. "Will there be anything else?" the waitress asked when she
brought back his card.

"Just some information," she answered. "You call this an inn; is
there some way that a couple could take a room here?"

"The registration desk is out that way, ma'am," the girl seemed to be
having some trouble answering. "Go past the door where you came in. I
don't know if they'll take you without a reservation."

"Why don't I check on that while you finish the wine?" Walter offered.
He went in that direction. She finished the wine while the girl cleared
around her. She left a ten under her saucer.

He was waiting for her with a key card, and they rode up together in
silence. Indeed, everything that needed to be said seemed to have been
said already.

He hung up their coats in the closet before they embraced, but then
the hug was a hungry one. His hands roved over her back while she held his
face in her hands. Their tongues dueled, and then his explored her mouth.

He helped her off with her clothes, no longer bothering with the
closet, but just draping them over a chair. He punctuated this with kisses
to each newly-bared area. When her brassiere had been tossed on the pile,
he spent a long time on her breasts, kissing them all over before he came
to her nipples. He alternated on these until her arousal was apparent.

"This is fun," she said, "but you need to deal with your clothes,
too." They separated. She was in bed by the time he had his shoes off.

When he joined her, lying to her right, he started over with a deep
kiss. While his tongue explored her mouth, his hand passed over her breast
and belly and thigh. She put both hands on his face to hold him in the
kiss, then her tongue played with his. It followed his back into his mouth
and he sucked it. When that stopped, she licked all around the inside of
his lips.

He responded by stroking the inside of her thighs. When she sucked
his tongue, he stroked upward until he reached her vulva.

She spread her legs. Ignoring the invitation, he played with her
outer lips until her hips moved of their own accord. He broke the kiss to
look at her more closely. She knew that he could see her desire in her
face and her hard nipples. Yet it was the underside of her left breast
that he chose to kiss. He kissed up that slope to its aching peak before
finally parting her labia. Almost immediately, though, he slipped a finger
deep into her tunnel. He moved this in a circular motion, pressing against
each wall in turn, while his lips and tongue played with her nipple.

When he stopped his gentle play to suck directly, he withdrew the
finger and immediately inserted two. She raised her knees as he plumbed
her depths. He sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as it could
hold, then let it all slip out. She held his head against her with her
right hand while stroking his side with her left. All that time, his
fingers were wiggling and stroking within her. He teased her nipple with
his tongue again until she stiffened. Then he sucked more strongly while
his fingers increased their pace.

She dropped her hands to the bed and clawed the sheets as the flood of
feeling roared through her. She panted, gasped, and moaned. As it passed,
he abandoned her breast to gaze down at her. She knew he was seeing a
grimace on her face and the flush on her chest and breasts. She couldn't
worry about how she looked now, though; she was too concerned with how she
felt.

Before she had any chance to catch her breath, before the last
aftershock hit her, he turned his hand. His thumb touched her clitoris,
the first time it had been touched directly since they had climbed into
bed. He rubbed around it, barely touched it, rubbed around it, stroked it
more directly. His mouth moved to her other breast, inhaling the nipple
immediately and sucking and tonguing like a baby. She felt herself
climbing again, tightening again.

She sobbed as she teetered on the edge, then moaned aloud as she
tumbled over. He stroked her while she spasmed around his fingers, sucked
her breast while she twisted and moaned in agony and glory.

Even when she collapsed, he stopped only briefly. He kissed her belly
once before returning to her breast. This time he kissed up her right
breast while his fingers wiggled deep inside her, stroking the top of her
tunnel. When she tensed again from that, he stopped that motion. He
licked her nipple while his thumb stroked around and over her again-
sensitive clitoris. She tried to keep her hips still, but she couldn't.
Immediately, he removed his thumb. Again his fingers wiggled deep inside
her.

She didn't even try to control her hips now. Her body was unbearably
tense, and that motion was the only relief that she had. She could hear
herself gasp, and an especially hard suck on her nipple made her moan. His
fingers stilled immediately. His thumb resumed its strokes, and his
sucking became more insistent. The tension increased to the point of pain,
she didn't think that she could go on like this. She was moaning louder
with every breath now.

His fingers resumed their work without his thumb stopping. He opened
his mouth to include all of her areola and sucked until she was almost in
pain. Then he abandoned her breast to kiss her mouth. Fingers and thumb
were moving faster and faster. She inhaled his air and moaned into his
mouth. Then she screamed into his mouth repeatedly as the passion took
her, and shook her, and rolled through her for aeons.

And then it was past. She sprawled on the bed while he kissed her
damp face. Avoiding her mouth so she could breathe, he went on to scatter
kisses on her heaving, mottled, chest.

As she slowly recovered, his kisses returned to her breasts. Then
they strayed lower. She pulled the covers over her perspiration-soaked
body when he stopped to clamber between her legs. He kissed her thighs
until she spread them wide. Then she rested her hands on his head while he
kissed her outer lips. He licked his way to her valley. Once there, his
tongue lapped up her juices and teased her until more poured out.

He snaked his hands up to hold her breasts when she stiffened once
more. He licked her over the edge, and then sucked her while she writhed
under his mouth. This time, she had nothing to mute her moans. She pulled
on his upper arms, but he didn't respond until she finally stopped
writhing.

Then he moved rapidly. He pulled his hands back from under her legs
and then brushed the covers far aside. He balanced on his left hand while
he moved up her body. Then, looming above her, he used his right to open
her and fit himself. She greeted his entering thrust with a minor tremor.
Soon her tunnels were clutching around his driving member as spasmodically
as her hands were clutching at his arms.

He moved more and more rapidly through those spasms until his grunts
answered her moans and his own release throbbed in time with hers. A
moment later, he fell sidewise. They lay panting together until she
summoned the strength to pull the covers over them both again.

The light from the window was noticeably dimmer when her bladder
forced her awake. He stirred when she eased back in the bed, and then he
needed to make his own trip to the bathroom. They snuggled when he got
back.

"Happy birthday, darling," he said.

"Walt," she replied, "I love you dearly, and I am certainly enjoying
this weekend. But there is no! such! thing! as a happy fortieth birthday."

"I really think that you are taking this in quite the wrong way,
Gretch. That poor waitress, for example. What did she do to earn your
anger?"

"Be born."

"And," he asked "when did that become a crime?"

"In 1968."

He couldn't help laughing at that. "Have it your way," he said, "but
I didn't carry on like this when I turned forty."

"Yes, dear. Although I remember your angst about the big three-O.
You didn't carry on like this, but you're not a woman."

"Aren't you glad?"

"Very!" She snuggled closer.

"Let me take a rain check on that," he said. "I have to go get the
luggage in a minute. Where did you park the car, anyway?"

The End
1998/02/07
Other stories of Uther Pendragon are available at:
http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/austen/104/index.htm

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INN
by Uther Pendragon
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