Please note: The following story is protected under international copyright and all rights are held by the author. For more information or to obtain reprint rights or explore other uses, please email to "twylamarie at ymail.com" This story was written to attempt to share some of the "sunnier side" of my relationship with my boyfriend Dennis and my early sex life in general. I have received my messages that my writing is quite dark and paints a grim picture of my past. That was probably good feedback so here's something not quite so gloomy. ####### We were holed up in a hotel room. I think it was in Milwaukee. It might have been Chicago. Where it was really isn't important. We had been together for a great day. There was morning shopping in the kinds of stores that would never come to our small town - places where I could buy everything from make-up and shoes to a sophisticated dress and frilly underwear. (We had no malls in Charles - we barely had a 5 and Dime.) I wore my purchases out of the store and threw my old clothes in the trash. Next were a good lunch and a movie after, where we sat in the dark and passed around a "bullet" filled with high grade cocaine. Come dinner time we weren't hungry (due to the cocaine), but we walked the city some more, stopping at a bar to drink drinks. (I had recently turned 21.) We even went dancing. There was strobe lights and fog just like in the movies. It was just a perfect way to end a perfect day. The best part, though, was that no one recognized Dennis or I. No one wanted to buy a quarter gram or a quarter ounce. No one looked down on me. Every face was a new face I hadn't gone to school with or that didn't know my parents. We were pretty much invisible and the whole world was just Dennis and I. We ended the night on our hotel balcony high above the streets - drunk as skunks and buzzing on cocaine, smoking big fat joints in an attempt to mellow out so we might sleep. We were drinking beers from the mini-bar and generally enjoying the warm summer night. Dennis took the opportunity to help me take off my new pretty dress - and he even hung it in the closet with care. The bra and panties I remember were baby blue and I was still wearing them with my new sandals. They were sexy - scandalously slow for back then - and I felt like I was in a movie as I displayed myself for my longtime lover. Another joint and we were finally relaxing there on that balcony. It was still hot even so late at night, but there was a cool breeze so high up in the hotel. There was a privacy screen between rooms, but we heard the sliding door in the room next to us. A man - obviously a black man - spoke up and said "Man, something smelling like good shit out here." We were shocked a bit at first, but then we giggled. This was the city and the smell of marijuana was not a big deal like it would be at home. Besides, this guy was obviously cool. Dennis reached out around the privacy screen and handed off the joint. We heard two voices - the man and also a woman - as they laughed and applauded that action with praise of "Right on!" (This was the early 90s. Black people still spoke that way.) There was silence and the heavy inhale sounds that one might expect from the other side of the screen, and when an arm reached around to hand the doobie back, Dennis simply said "Keep it man. Enjoy." (I'd love to say it was purely charitable, but Dennis was just a bit uncomfortable around blacks and I don't think he wanted the joint back after the couple had smoked off it.) Instead, we stood near the rail and drank our beers, and Dennis played with my sex through the thin material of my new lingerie and basically making me wet and horny. We heard the couple continue to enjoy his gift and shortly after the unmistakable sound of soft kisses and even some squeaking as the couple made themselves comfortable on the small lounge on the deck. Shortly after the kissing turned to soft murmurs and even moans. It aroused Dennis. I could tell. Dennis was fully clothed. He liked being fully clothed when I as nearly naked in most situations. It was kind of a power thing with him that I also secretly kind of got off on. But on this night in an uncharacteristic move he pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants, throwing them inside the room through the open sliding door. He was naked (his underwear had gone with the pants) and though he was not fully erect, his cock was larger than it normally was. Other than a few "dress up times" when my clothing was definitely the reason why he would be naked (outfits and uniforms and lingerie modeling) this was, to my memory the first time ever that Dennis had been naked while I still wore clothing. I found it exciting. Tall and lean, Dennis was actually a very sexy man and he had a beautiful cock. (I found out later he actually trimmed his pubes for me - something men didn't actually do back then. I just thought his hair was naturally quite short which made his cock look massive.) I didn't make a fuss - Dennis wouldn't like that - but when he came up behind me and again started playing with my ass I pushed back on him a bit and enjoyed the feel of his cock growing against the crack of my butt. He kissed me a few times - long deep kisses that were loud, uninhibited and could surely be heard by our nearby neighbors. Dennis could be quite the exhibitionist when he wanted to be - it was part of his free flowing nature. When he took a seat on the small chair on the balcony and pulled me to him - me still standing while he used his mouth to pull down my panties.- I thought he might be thinking about putting on a show for our new friends. He could have said something crude like "come over here and suck my dick" and I surely would have done it, but the way he was using his fingers in my cunt and his tongue on my ass crack was quiet and sexy and in many ways all about me. Having my asshole licked - if you'll excuse the crudity - was something of a forbidden desire of mine. Dirty in every way and so-so personal. It really is a thrill and something I got to experience maybe once or twice a year. Dennis was quite oral during sex, but usually his oral action began and ended with my pussy. (Not that I was complaining.) He was doing something outside the ordinary though and I was digging it, and if he didn't know it when he started, he quickly did when I bent over and pushed myself onto his mouth - even reaching back and parting myself for him. Whenever Dennis stuck his tongue up my ass, the night usually ended in anal sex. Anal definitely wasn't my favorite and in fact was one of those things I did only under protest, but this night if he'd have asked me then I'd have sat on his cock out of sheer gratitude for his attentions. He didn't though; he just dug into me with his fingers all the more and used one hand to bend me farther as he tongued me. The panties he had bought me were not off me at this point- they were still on but at my knees. I remember it was actually kind of annoying, so at one point I stepped away from him, straightened up, and simply let them drop to my feet and stepped out of them. I figured it would be time to go to the next position then, but he simply dropped to his knees, pushed me over the railing again, and spread my legs farther, bathing my ass and cunt with his tongue even more. Deep thick strokes that sent chills up my spine. I was bent far over, and when his tongue caught my sex and he would linger there and use his mouth to kind of slurp up the outer lips of my pussy. He was driving me crazy and he knew it. It was so wonderful it was a sweet torture and it was fun for him. I could tell. I was at this point making a lot of noise. I whispered something especially dirty and I heard a muffled giggle from the other side of the privacy wall. It made me seize up for a second - but just a second. More surprise than shame - but it gave a signal to Dennis and he disengaged himself and reached out and took my hand. He led me inside and shut the sliding door, leaving our balcony neighbors to their own fun. He kissed me deeply for several second, turned me around to take off my bra (which had still been on through all of this) and reached down and took off each sandal leaving me totally naked. Taking a moment to nibble on my nipples and use his strong hands to slide across my stomach and cup my ass for a good squeeze or two, he then quickly turned me around and bent me over a couch that was in the room. It left me exposed in the most intimate way and in a position where I could be entered easily. He walked out and returned a second later. I thought it would be lube he was after, but instead I felt something else entirely touch my asshole. It was hard and thin and from the moment it touched me it tingled. I would find out later that it was the tube from a cheap fountain pen. He'd pulled out the little ballpoint head and tube full of ink and dipped the tube head into a stash of cocaine. The tube went smoothly up my ass and I felt a little puff of air as he blew air through the other side to push the powder into my anus (a very odd feeling indeed.) My innards began to tingle as the cocaine up my ass began to affect the nerve endings. I was instantly on a whole other level of high and hornier than I could remember being. (This was the first time Dennis had ever done this, though he would later do it many more. I would beg for it.) Dennis could have ass fucked me then if he'd wanted. I was ready. Instead he went back to work with his tongue and he used my position bent over the sofa to get comfortable and deep. By the time he finally heeded my calls to fuck me, he'd brought me to orgasm at least three times and I was practically in tears I wanted him in my so badly. As he slid into me I came yet again, and though he was so excited he didn't last long, I came yet again before he filled my pussy up with his cum and we both collapsed into a jumble on the floor. At some point we crawled to bed and amazingly actually dropped off to sleep, waking up in each other’s arms the next morning. The sex was slow and sensual and comparatively vanilla. We showered together, and though usually if you did something semi-embarrassing with Dennis you knew that the next day you were not to talk about it, I chose the time to tell him absolutely how much I had loved it and felt so loved and alive that he would do that for me. I volunteered that I'd have let him fuck my ass or simply return the favor of rimming him if he ever wanted me to. He laughed and said he'd take a rain check, but said it wouldn't be this week as we were driving and he didn't' want me to not be able to sit down. It was a typical Dennis response. After the shower I went out to the deck to get my panties - doing it completely naked as I knew that we were high enough off the street that I would likely not be seen and also that Dennis loved such bold acts when I did them. The blue panties where no longer there - probably taken by the winds to either the street or a balcony below. When I told this to Dennis he said that was good and he wanted me to go without underwear for the rest of the trip. It was simple, naughty request and I complied knowing he would enjoy it. I even picked a shorter sun dress to wear that day and short denim skirt the next and no panties throughout the whole of the week. (This despite a few trips up escalators and some tables at fast food restaurants that were a bit revealing for my taste.) I was rewarded with loving attention and supercharged sex throughout the week in hotel rooms, on deserted lakeside beaches, in a hotel stairwell, and on the hood of the car in the moonlight. Once on a highway he had me take off my dress completely and he fingered me to orgasm as he leisurely drove down the highway, an act for which he received ample oral attention later. We returned home after our week - both relaxed and in love. An amazing trip full of fun, sun and sex. It was one of my fondest memories of our years together. While cold winter night later when I made good on the rain check was uncomfortable, embarrassing and made me sore in so many ways, I did my best to show Dennis nothing but my love during the act and in the aftermath. I loved him so very much and never forgot his selflessness that night.