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Archive name: Travelin.txt (mf,bond)
Authors name: JennTill1@Hotmail.com (JennTill)
Story title : Travelin Man
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TRAVELIN' MAN (Comments Welcome)
by JennTill
Neil plopped his travel and computer bag in the open closet
area of his latest room which happened to be a Radisson Hotel.
It was another faceless room in another faceless City and he
was tired from the road. He peered over at the bed and it
looked inviting. His watch said 4:30 and he thought to himself
he had probably crossed a time zone making it actually an hour
later. So much for calls for today he thought.
The lure of that bed was too much and he decided to take
a quick nap before heading down to the lounge and dinner.
He dropped onto the bed and kicked off his shoes at the
same time.
As Neil drifted off to sleep, he thought of his wife, his
family of 3, and his current station in life.
Somehow, as happy as he was with everything, there always
seemed to be something missing...that certain excitement
that now eluded him as he approached the middle years of
his life.....where was the spark?........<snore>.........
<snore>.......
{{{RING!}}} "WHa' ....huh?...." He woke to the sound of his
bedside phone and quickly glanced at the clock...it read 6:47
and his room was dark. "Hello"...he answered in a numb haze
of semi-sleep.
"Hi, honey.....did I wake you?"....He recognized the familiar
lilting voice of his wife, Margaret.
"Oh.....yeah......ah.....jus' a sec....." He tried to shake
the sleep from his head and get some semblance of where he was.
His watch said 5:50....yep he was an hour behind the time here.
"Oh....sorry, hun....I guess I dozed off for a bit but it's good
you called me to wake me or I might not have woken up....I was
so sound asleep."
"Well, I just hadn't heard from you and....well, you know how I
worry when you're on the road."
"Ah..what time is it there Maggie?" He had to confirm his times
for appointments he had for tomorrow.
"I've got almost 6...I was just finishing getting dinner ready..."
"Oh....(still in a grog)....good...I guess we're an hour later
here"...."what're you havin'?"
"Nothing fancy...just some roast that I put in the crock pot this
morning."
"Sounds good....I guess I'll get myself cleaned up from the road
and head on down for some Radisson 'home cooking' ...sure miss
you and the kids, hun."
"Okay, sweetie....I just wanted to make sure you weren't laying
on the side of the road somewhere..........Neil....."
"...yeah?"
"Please don't forget to check in with me..okay?....you know how
I worry about you."
"Yeah, sure, hon...sorry, I just was tired from driving all day..."
They chatted for a few minutes more and said "I love you's" and
"goodbyes". As Neil went to the bathroom to freshen up, his
thoughts were still on his wife and family. He was thinking
about the planned upcoming camping trip to the mountains with
the river running through them. "Ah bliss"...he thought to
himself. Still, his inescapable feelings of something missing
always seemed to haunt him.
After he finished washing up, changing his clothes, and a splash
of cologne, he opened his laptop computer and plugged it into the
phone line and wall socket for a charge.
His computer had turned into his on the road "lady of the evening"
he thought.
"Hmmph....'Rosy Palm' and 'Tanny Box'....my 2 ladies of the
evening..."
Lately his work computer doubled as a pleasure giver as well
since he added on-line services. He often masturbated while he
was "on line". His wife tolerated this because, as he explained
it to her, it was better than him being out with a hooker or
something.
He had been enjoying receiving numerous pictures of naked ladies
in every conceivable position but, of late, he was enjoying the
stories that people created. Very hot stuff indeed some of them.
He looked up in the mirror and liked what he saw...even though he
wasn't necessarily trying to impress anybody. Then, he strode out
of the room to the elevator. As he entered the lounge of the Hotel,
his eyes surveyed the room: There were a couple of good 'ol boys
at one end of the bar by the TV enjoying a game and a couple of
beers...and a spattering of businessmen and women here and there.
His eyes caught the 2 ladies who were ogling him! He flashed a
quick smile but didn't break stride as he went directly to the bar
to order a scotch and soda.
Now he had time to reflect a little more on his fellow "partiers"
as he waited for his drink and subsequently started his room tab.
The women were definitely talking about him...he could feel it.
He also could usually pick out a hooker when he saw one. These
two were definitely different but he wasn't sure how they were
different.
Maybe they were cheating housewives or something. They weren't
quite decked out in "hooker gear" but at the same time there was
something sleezy in their demeanor and attitude.
When they caught him sipping his drink and looking at them in the
behind the bar mirror, they both smiled...a definite "hello, come
join us" look.
Well, that just wasn't Neil's style. He was well married and when
on the road he took care of his own needs alone when Maggie couldn't
for him. He glanced up again to see if he could make out any detail
of what they looked like in the dimly lit bar.
One had on a light colored dress...he couldn't make out the color
but maybe cream or tan. She had golden blond hair a little longer
than shoulder length. In another era she would have fit right in
with Marilyn Monroe or Carol Baker kind of looks. She was stacked
and she certainly had the bod to go with the boobs.
As he was looking at her she moved her legs out towards the aisle
(maybe giving him a better look?). He could see that she was wear-
ing pumps that matched her dress...the one with the halter neck
that held up her luscious breasts. He was able to make out more
of her as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the other lady (lady?)
sitting with her was getting up and going to use the phone or
restroom. When he looked up from blondy's legs this short haired
slink was staring eye for eye right back at him and this time he
blushed at being caught.
The way he was facing the bar, he missed her friend coming back
in and sliding next to him at the bar.
"So....I see you are appreciating my friend Wendy"..she said in
a sultry cigarette tinged voice.
"Ah...oh....ah....well....".....Neil was caught totally off guard.
"It's okay....she's a beauty all right."
He now turned to see the friend up close and realized that she,
too, was very striking with almost jet black hair and the bluest
eyes. There was something "butch" about her though (maybe the
short-cropped hair?) and he was immediately concerned that he was
going to get the shit kicked out him by her for staring at her
girlfriend.
"So....." She held up an unlit cigarette to her red-painted lips
and eyed him with her head cocked to one side,...." what's your
name big boy?"
Neil was still flustered as he reached for matches in a clean
ashtray in front of him.
"Jim" He didn't know why he lied. He didn't intend on going any-
where with any of this...he never did. Oh, his imagination ran
away with him from time to time but he would NEVER dream of
jeopardizing his marriage in any way.
"Well, Jim....I'm Janice....nicetomeetcha" she extended a very
feminine long, delicate hand with nails painted to match the
lipstick.
Neil was very conscious of his "aw shucks" response with this
woman whom he didn't know but was in more in control of the
situation than he. She had a very worldly aire about her as
she said: "How about joining us for a drink.....no harm in that
is there?" She was already getting up and taking him by the hand
and leading him to their table. Neil couldn't really refuse
without coming across as a complete insensitive oaf.
"Hi!" Wendy blurted out in her a-little-too-enthusiastic way.
Neil made it a point to grab a separate chair rather than join
them in the booth. As if to add more safe space distance, he
turned the wooden chair backwards so the back of it was between
him and their table.
The evening progressed a little too quickly from this point.
The drinks were flowing from no one knew where and "Jim"/Neil
was really having his ego thoroughly stroked by these two
beauties.
He found himself reluctantly admitting to being married as did
they but they also told him that their husbands gave them a lot
of latitude...to have a "night out" when they needed it.
Janice controlled most of the conversation and it was apparent
that these two had more than just a normal friendship. They
seemed to giggle and "share" little secrets with one another
which Neil found annoying. It was like they knew something he
didn't.
The conversation got around to sex about the time they had
moved to the dining room and were settling down to dinner
together (Janice's idea).
"So, Jim....have you ever been with 2 women before?"
He nearly dropped his wine glass at the bold question from
someone who was a stranger a couple of hours ago.
"Ah....not really.."
Both Wendy and Janice responded to Neil with uproarious giggl-
ing and laughter which made him feel even less worldly at that
moment.
He looked at his watch and nervously decided he had to go to
the bathroom.
"Sorry...excuse me please?....be right back."
He bought time to think this whole situation over while in the
bathroom for those few minutes. My God! Are these two going
to proposition me? He still wasn't sure whether they were
"hooking" or not. There hadn't been any mention of money and
while they were drinking, all the checks seemed to disappear
or be "taken care of".
Well, it certainly was every man's dream to be with 2 gorgeous
women and he hadn't been laid in a few days. But he stuck to
his guns. He would never jeopardize Maggie and the kids with
any disease or possibility of anything destroying the trust
they had.
Oh he had ran the idea of "partying" when Maggie and he were
young and first marrieds. They even played strip poker with
friends but nothing ever came of it. Just silly adult games.
He got back to the table in time to see Wendy pouring the
last of the wine in everyones glass and the food had just
begun arriving.
"A Toast!" Janice offered.
"To a night on the town and our traveling handsome salesman!"
"Hear, Hear", added Wendy.
"Down the hatch Jim!"
He was astonished as both girls drained their glasses to-
gether while he sipped. Just then Janice lifted the bottom and
he nearly choked on the contents of the deep, red wine.
Neil barely remembered eating dinner. His mind seemed to go in
a dreamlike state about mid way through the meal and he felt like
he had waited too long to eat something.
Both girls seemed to hit him with a barrage of questions and
without realizing it, he, in a more than dreamlike fog, gave them
his room key. The next thing he knew, he was laying on his hotel
bed stripped naked with his wrists and ankles tied to the bed with
scarves!
Now he believed in having a little fun but this was going too far!
"Hi Jim....howya feelin'?......or should I say Neil?" Janice
was holding his wallet and had a menacing look on her face. The
soft alabaster beauty of her white skin was now in a frown and
he didn't know her well enough to know if she was being playful
or sinister.
How in the hell did this happen!? Neil started to speak but
realized his mouth was gagged with duct tape. His eyes were
darting back and forth and his sudden loss of control and fear
was visible in them. What the hell was this about?
"Oh...you're wondering why we have you tied up?" "Are you a
little concerned for yourself?"
As Janice continued with her tough-girl attitude she got up and
walked over to a Nike type sports bag. She brought it over and
unzipped it as she continued.....
"Well I'll tell you what Neil ol' buddy......" She was pulling
out various dildoes and sex devices.
"Wendy and I have had a thing for awhile but we've never intro-
duced a man into the equation. Our husbands have no idea and
well...let's just say we want to do it with someone we can love
and leave."
"And we think that someone is YOU," Wendy added in.
Neil now suspected he was in deep trouble. Here he was helpless
and he didn't seem to be offered the opportunity to say "no" to
anything. As Wendy proceeded to explain their relationship,
Janice pulled the sheet off of him.
Neil realized he was totally naked. His cock was laying over to
one side and looked about as helpless as he was feeling at being
totally restrained.
"Hmmmm...that looks pretty good to me..", said Wendy.
"Yeah..I think he'll do nicely once we get him interested,"
Janice added.
Janice turned to Wendy and kissed her full on the mouth. It
was obvious they were familiar with each other but, never-
theless, Wendy responded with moans and writhing that only
spurned Janice to tongue twine which elicited visible chills
on them both.
As Neil watched helplessly, Janice started to unbutton the
creamy dress and kiss on Wendy's neck working her way down
her front. Wendy let out a deep moan as Janice continued
to unbutton.....kiss.....unbutton.....kiss....until Janice
reached a point just above Wendy's navel.
Neil was straining to see what they were doing and almost
immediately, his cock betrayed him and rose to full attention
like it had a mind of its own.
"Oh...look at big boy over there..." both Janice and Wendy
stopped to gaze at Neil's now hardened cock.
Janice had Wendy's top portion of her dress around her waist
to the matching belt that held up the skirt portion. Neil
could see clearly the true fullness of Wendy's bustline.
She was wearing a cream colored bra that failed to hide the
hardening nipples underneath. Janice saw Neil staring at Wendy's
chest and decided to torment him a little by grazing her red
fingernail tips over Wendy's breasts....teasing here and
there.
Wendy responded by throwing her head back in a deep gutteral
moan and a smile of conquest shown on Janice's face as she
stared past Neil's hardon to his straining eyes.
"You like?" The question was silly really. Here was Neil's
throbbing 7 and 1/2 inches sticking high in the air and ready
to burst from the pressure. Janice continued her teasing as she
reached behind Wendy and unclasped the bra but not removing it.
Wendy sighed in relief of the constriction but continued to be
treated to Janice's fingers here and there.
"I thought you said you don't cheat on your wife....it looks
like that sweet dick of yours wants to fuck my Wendy here....
could that be right?"
Janice placed one of her hands over the crotch area of Wendy's
dress and continued the pressure as she one-handedly started to
open her blouse and drop her skirt.
Neil's eyes bulged as he saw that, indeed, Janice was nearly
as endowed as Wendy but managed to hide it with her fashion
of the day.
Although her hair was black, he could see through her thin
white high cut panties that she trimmed the majority of it
down to a silky down. His mind raced at how he was going to
handle this "predicament"...(or was it predickament!)
Janice was wearing hose and garter belt along with a matching
blue bra. Wendy, standing behind her and being "felt up" by
Janice's left hand, started to frantickly work on Janices bra
clasps. Neil hadn't seen either of their tits bared but he felt
he was in for a treat.
Janice shrugged her shoulders and her bra fell to the floor.
There stood two of the most perfect breasts he had ever seen.
They weren't all that big...at least not as big as Wendy's from
what he could tell...but they were absolutely perfect. He
immediately thought of the Playboy artist Vargas whose picture
perfect women always had breasts that looked just like the ones
he was now staring at.
Janice smiled and could see the appreciation in his eyes and
his cock gave an involuntary twitch.
At that moment, Wendy reached around in front and gently cup-
ped one of Janice's perfect tits as if to weigh it. Janice
couldn't hold back a moan as Wendy firmly squeezed her left
breast. Wendy's breathing was getting heavier and Janice
recognized her familiar pants just before whining out an
orgasm. So she stopped rubbing her crotch.
"What do you think?....." Janice had turned and stepped to one
side and removed Wendy's size D bra. Wendy whined in disappoint-
ment that Janice stopped her fondling.
All Neil could do was moan in appreciation and try to imagine
those big, but firm melons wrapped around his stiff pole to
give him some relief.
"MMmphmmmph..." was all he could manage.
Janice then mischieviously ducked under Wendy's skirt portion
of her dress. Wendy was rooted to her spot and, once again,
her head went back as Janice's outlined head was apparently
pleasuring her under her skirt.
All Neil could do was imagine what Janice was doing from the
sounds that she was making, the blank look on Wendy's face,
and the strong smell of femininity that permeated the air.
This was both a treat for his senses and a torment to his
stiff cock. He was now writhing to try and get any kind of
friction going that would give his dick some relief. His pole
wavered in the hotel room and, so far, failed to find
satisfaction. He groaned out loudly in both anger and frustra-
tion at his situation. He had never known this sort of bondage
"play" before. Just when he thought he would rip either the
scarf binders or his skin in desperation, Wendy fell toward
his feet at the foot of the bed.
"Unnnnngghhh"...was all that came from her mouth as Janice
apparently hit "pay dirt" and made her shudder out a climax.
What a site! Neil could see just past his hard pole-- the
top of Wendy's head as she leaned on the bed with outstretched
arms. Her swaying huge tits were now capped with eraserlike
hardened nipples and he wanted to grab them with his feet or
anything!
She looked up at him with a silly dreamlike look on her face
with smeared lipstick and moved up toward his dick that was
so rock hard it hurt. In one swift motion she engulfed his
cock almost down to his pubic hair! But just as quickly, she
slurped up and let it go and waver wet in the air.
"Onnnngh...ongghhh!!"
Janice was crawling out from under Wendy and said, "I see
you just had to taste it!"
"Let's make him wait just a little longer!" she taunted once
more.
"OnnNogh..."
Janice very seductively started to undo each garter clasp
holding up her nylons. Wendy, who had collapsed next to the
bed on the chair, watched the show along with Neil.
"MMmmmpnhh.....mmphhhn" ,...was all Neil could muster.
"Not fast enough for you?"
She leaned back from the waist that caused her firm titties
to point nearly straight up to the ceiling. Their firmness
seemed to defy gravity and Janice herself took each breast in
her hands and cupped and squeezed them. All eyes were fixated
on her globes as she pulled and tweaked each nipple.
Then, in one fairly swift motion, she gripped her panties on
either side and dropped them to around her ankles on the floor.
Her pussy was like her breasts. Nearly perfect!
Janice's body was absolutely like a model's. Not a bit of
fat anywhere...and the down of her pussy reminded Neil of the
pictures he used to see of Japanese women. Wispy, short but
not kinky curly. They framed her pussy perfectly and curved
in to the crevice around her lips.
Wendy smiled and lifted her skirt to access herself as she
watched her friend give them both a "show".
As for Neil, the brief contact on his cock was enough to
torment him to greater heights. He surely thought his cock
would spurt all on its own! (And in some ways was hoping it
would!)
Janice was moving this way and that...like a snake and made
sure she was getting every one hot in the process (including
herself). She, along with Neil, could wait no longer. She
bent at her waist over Neil's pole and swallowed it down like
she had been doing it for a living. At this point Neil didn't
care what she did for a living as long as she DID HIM!
"You know this is going to cost you, right?" Wendy said from
her bedside position.
"mmmph..m.m.phhh."
"Oh you want the tape off of your mouth?"
"rmlllmmph.." was all he could manage as Janice lowered her
head around his cock for only the second time in one long, slow
stroke with her lips inching their way down him..
He couldn't stand it any longer and Janice saw the familiar
tightening of a man's balls before they were going to release.
She quickly backed away and grabbed his pole with both hands
as his dick shot semen straight up in the air like old faithful!
She only "held on" as he squirmed to give pleasure to himself
and release the unbearable pressure of builtup cum in his balls.
"Yahoo!..:" Janice yelled as Wendy, at the insistance of her
own manipulating fingers, shouted out in unison with Neil's
cumming hose. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmm!" She was squirming around her
rubbing hand and Neil was bent almost in an upside down "U" or
tuning fork on the bed.
"If you promise to be a good boy, we'll take the tape off your
mouth," Janice offered a few moments after he gushed.
"mmmph..." Janice carefully removed the tape but before he
could say anything, she straddled his head and planted her per-
fumed pussy right over his lips.
Neil licked and "ate" like a man possessed. All he wanted to
do was give this vixen pleasure and the taste of her was nothing
like his wife's. MAGGIE!
It was the first time he even thought of her. OH NO! Now he
realized he was a "willing" participant and as his dick began to
harden once again, the pangs of guilt gnawed at him.
They were quickly lost as he felt the weight of Wendy on the
bed and her hot, well-wetted pussy surround his hardened cock.
She sighed as she lowered herself on him and he licked Janice's
pussy like a kitty on a sweet bowl of milk. Janice swooned to
Neil's administrations and felt Wendy press her huge boobs
into her back as Wendy slowly stroked up and down on Neil's
appreciative cock.
Wendy reached around to grasp hold to Janice's perfect sundae
titties with the cherry on top of each and Neil immediately
lost it again as his cock spurted into Wendy.
His senses were suffering first from depravation, then OVERLOAD!
The sight of Wendy's manicured fingers wrapping around those
gorgeous cones was more than he could bear. Together with the
taste and smell of Janice, and Wendy's gripping young pussy on
him was just too, too much. He thought his balls would turn
inside out from pleasure/pain.
Only a few seconds elapsed when Janice ground her pussy in a
specific rhythmic fashion that brought a certain familiar
metallic taste to Neil's mouth. "Oh ....Oh........OH!".. ..
and simultaneously Wendy squeezed her titties again and fell
into her neck in her own grunt of passion...."UNnnnnghh...!!!!"
Neil must have passed out from pleasure.... or was it that
glass of water the girls offered him when they were through
"using" him? When he awoke, his ankles and wrists were still
bound to the bed.
All of the following happened virtually at the very same moment:
---The maid tapped on the door and opened it without waiting for
a response. ---The phone rang and rang (and he just KNEW it was
Maggie). ---Neil noticed a crack of light through the heavy
curtains that told him it was daylight.
And the clock read 11:43! A.M.!!!!!! YIKES...He was certain to
miss every appointment scheduled that day!!!
But how was he going to explain it to the maid being tied up
naked? After she released him, he realized that he was left cash-
less, cardless, computerless, and with a hotel bill like he had
never ever had!
The worst of it was trying to explain what happened to Maggie and
HOW it happened!
Neil knew that he would never again wonder what "exciting" thing
may be missing from his life! He could never attract such a sit-
uation ever again by even thinking about it!
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