"South Dakota's capital!" the woman announced, with enough volume in Charlie's mind to bring the conductor into the conversation, and then the debate began.
"Oh that's Bismarck, right?"
"No no, silly that's NORTH Dakota!"
"Well, what's the capital of South Dakota?"
"I... I'm not sure. Betty?"
"You have to be kidding," Charlie muttered, glancing over from his book.
This time he definitely noticed the brunette's eyes move and looked over at her in time to catch her baby browns and the flash of a smile, before she returned to her laptop. The acknowledgement buoyed Charlie's spirits enough to allow him to ignore the droning of the three-headed crossword monster. With the after-effects of the microbrews from the night before still swirling in his head, he closed his eyes and let himself drift a bit.
Well, maybe drift quite a bit as he was surprised to find himself jarred awake by the sudden sway of the car on the tracks. Charlie's heart sank when the ponytailed, cleavage-baring, fast-typing brunette put away her laptop, gathered her things and got up as the train rolled into the station. Before Charlie could even think, she had pushed her way out the doors into the vestibule to await the arrival into Union Station. For a brief moment, Charlie considered throwing his book into his bag and following her out, but the logical side of him couldn't fathom what that would get him outside of maybe another awkward smile. So he stayed put and continued to read, past the time the train had stopped and its passengers had left the car.
With a deep breath, he finally pushed himself out of the seat and exited the train, walking out towards Massachusetts Avenue. He had his iPod ear buds in and his backpack across his back ready to trek to work when he saw the long-haired brunette studying her phone. She looked up and gazed down the street one way and then another before her eyes magically settled on Charlie.
"Oh! Excuse me," she smiled, grabbing her bothersome ponytail once again and pushing it behind her shoulder. "I'm sorry to bother you, I'm trying to find the Hotel George... and, I mean, I'm just not familiar with the area at all."
"Of course," Charlie smiled easily, his heart racing with an opportunity to speak to her, and noticed that she was even more attractive than he perceived with his cursory glance on the train. Her skin was virtually flawless and while she wasn't outlandishly gorgeous, she was downright adorably cute in a girl-next-door kind of way.
"You know what, I'm actually heading in that direction anyway, so if you'd like, I can walk you there," Charlie offered, unsure what prompted the out-and-out lie.
She stared for a second before nodding and saying "that would be great, actually" sounding relieved to have her problem so easily solved.
"I'm Alyssa" she smiled, moving the ponytail forward again.
"Charlie," he responded, quickly calculating in his head how much extra time his walk would take him now that he would head a few blocks in the opposite direction.
The rain had subsided, so there was no need for the umbrella as they strolled down Massachusetts and eventually turned left onto Capitol Street.
"So what brings you downtown?" Charlie asked, looking over at Alyssa, his eyes falling to assess the long, sleek legs emerging from her skirt before quickly looking back up.
"I'm here for an interview," she offered casually, flashing that innocent smile again, then added: "I flew in last night."
Charlie thought about asking why she had gotten on the train where she had but decided it would sound borderline creepy, especially coming from a man dangerously close to twice her age, and so instead he simply said "Ah, well good luck!"
It was another brief moment before they arrived on E Street which quickly became the front of the Hotel George. The glass-covered entrance way, which gave way to the glitteringly white foyer always seemed a bit too clean to Charlie for such an old part of the country, especially considering the hotel was built in 1929.
"Well, I'm glad I could help," Charlie smiled, looking up at the small "o" in the hotel's title above the entryway.
"I am too, thank you so much!" she gave that big smile again, bigger this time and gazed at him. "I don't really have anything to do now until this afternoon... I don't suppose you have some time to kill?"
"Me? I... um..." Charlie had no idea how to respond to the question. Certainly if he wanted he could clear his morning. On the flip side, he couldn't imagine how that could be a good idea.
"Sounds like it's at least a possibility," Alyssa beamed before he could continue his thought process. "Let me just check in!"
And with a turn and a bounce, Alyssa was through the glass doors and headed towards the front desk.
"I... but..." Charlie called after her pathetically, unable to pull together any coherent thought other than "wow, her ass looks great in that skirt!"
Right in that moment, the rain picked up again, so Charlie stepped inside the Hotel George doors and pounded out a quick email on his blackberry, letting his assistant know he would be running late this morning. No more than three seconds after hitting send, the blackberry screen lit up with an incoming call: his wife.
"Uh, hi hon!" Charlie gushed, immediately feeling like he had put way too much into his greeting.
"Hi sweetie!" Donna responded and Charlie's fear of sounding too enthusiastic receded. What was wrong with him anyway? He wasn't doing anything wrong. Right? RIGHT?
"I just wanted to call and say 'hi!'" his wife continued. "I feel like I was barely coherent when you left this morning... too much wine at the cook-out last night!"
"I know the feeling," Charlie said, looking towards the front desk but not finding Alyssa. "Listen hon, I have an off-site meeting this morning I kind of forgot about, so if you need me, hit me on my blackberry again..."
"Sounds good," she acknowledged. "I'll see you tonight!"
"Right, right," Charlie said, fully distracted now, believing Alyssa had second thoughts and bailed on him. "See ya tonight..."
When he hung up, it occurred to Charlie that it was still before nine in the morning. What hotel let you check in that early?
"Okay!" he heard and turned to see Alyssa standing behind him. "I'm going to run up and drop my stuff in my room, come on up!"
"Oh, well, I can wait here," Charlie said, and made some large gesture to indicate the lobby.
"Don't be silly, come on up, it'll just be a couple of minutes and then we can go grab coffee or something!"
At this point, Charlie's brain was just flooded with all sorts of bizarre thoughts. What the heck was he doing? What was SHE doing? Should he just be getting out of here now? WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE EVEN DOING HERE!?"
He found himself walking with her towards the elevators and finally blurted out in his stream of consciousness "How did you check in so early?"
"Oh," Alyssa smiled, pushing the elevator button. "I called to let them know I wouldn't be making it last night but that I'd like to be in right away this morning. The company I'm interviewing with actually paid for last night as well."
"Very nice," Charlie said, composing himself as the elevator closed and climbed upward.
Minutes later he was sitting at the desk in Alyssa's room, looking out the window onto the hustle and bustle below. He tried to organize his day in his head, rearranging his schedule, trying to figure out how long he could ride out this little escape from reality before he'd have to get to the office and get a few things done. He was in the midst of mentally pushing a couple of things back to Tuesday to free up more time when Alyssa pushed all of it out of his head.
"Charlie?" she said, causing him to turn his head away from the window and towards her. "I'm feeling a little grimy from the train ride and thought I might take a bath."
Charlie stared unabashedly at her. Alyssa had replaced her skirt, blouse and fleece with the Hotel George bathrobe. That indecisive ponytail had been removed and now her long brown hair flowed freely over both shoulders. It all seemed like a scene out of some bizarre teen B movie and Charlie suddenly knew the definition of
speechless. Or so he thought.
"And I thought maybe you would join me..." Alyssa added and let the robe fall open.
Her body was perfect and if it wasn't, Charlie couldn't find the flaw. Her breasts were round and firm, her stomach flat and lean. Her legs reminded him of the female soccer players he often longed after as a high schooler, an impossible mix of muscular and skinny, with calves that looked as if they could hold 1,000 pounds but ankles so thin he feared they'd snap if she took a step.
"I... Alyssa... I don't understand..." Charlie spit out, his analytical nature taking over his head while something else entirely took control below his waist. "Why... why would you..."
Alyssa let out a laugh and in just a few quick steps she was sitting herself on his lap.
"I think you're thinking too much," she whispered and covered his mouth with hers. Without a thought in his brain, he returned her kiss, his hand sliding upwards to cover her breast, eliciting a soft moan from her mouth.
"Come on," she giggled, getting up and grabbing his hand.
She led him into the bathroom and he noticed, for the first time, that the water had been running for a while and the large marble tub was quite full and steaming. Alyssa shed her robe and turned to Charlie.
"Take this fucking tie off," she growled at him playfully and then sank to her knees and went to work on his belt and dress pants.
Charlie wasted no time whipping off his tie and tearing open his dress shirt and Alyssa kept pace on his bottom half. His shirt hit the floor at the same time his pants did... and the same time Alyssa's mouth collapsed around his rock-hard shaft.
"Mmm," she murmured as she slid him out of her mouth and wrapped her fingers around him. With a step she was in the tub and led him in right after her by his cock. She dropped down into the hot water and he lowered himself down, facing her and he had the strange thought that just over an hour ago he was seated opposite her on the train.
Alyssa looked into his eyes and began stroking him slowly under the hot water.
"Relax," she smiled, the same cute innocent smile she had at the train station, the same smile that suddenly didn't seem so innocent.
Charlie leaned back against the marble tub and let out an "oh" as her fingers slid up and down and a smile came to his face as he thought "they ARE perfect-sized fingers..."
"What are you smiling about?" she teased and she was again gazing at him with those soft brown eyes.
"Why is this happening?" he asked, a laugh escaping with the words. "This is so amazingly absurd..."
"You think too much!" She laughed and lifted herself up and then lowered herself onto him, his cock sliding inside her easily.
"Oh yessss" she hissed, her eyes closing and the steam rising around her body made her look like a Greek goddess. Her long dark hair was damp, a mixture of rain water, sweat and steam and barely moved as she began to bounce slowly up and down.
Charlie reached up and caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples with his thumbs. He still couldn't shake the absurdity of the situation and the hangover in his head combined with the steam in the tub combined to create an atmosphere that pulled it even further from reality. He sat up and took one of Alyssa's nipples into his mouth and sucked on it playfully, cupping her ass with his hands as she rocked back and forth.
"Oh my God I want you in me forever," Alyssa groaned and Charlie was hard-pressed to disagree with that idea. He pulled her towards him, leaning back again and letting her breasts press against his chest as she wiggled up and down, lost in pleasure, her movements less rhythmic and more random, searching...
Soon she found what she was looking for as her body began to tense and her nipples, already hard begin to press outward as if they were going to pop out.
"Oh ... oh... OH!" she moaned, throwing her head back, sending her hair whipping backward and with a shiver of his own, Charlie found his own orgasm was upon him and he released deep inside her, thrusting upwards as they locked hips, pressing to get him as deep as he could go.
She collapsed on top of him and laid there, her head resting on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her, holding her, he suddenly and sadly realized, tighter than he'd held his wife post-sex in a long, long time. He felt perfectly content to let the warm water envelop him for the rest of the day...
"Excuse me... sir..."
Charlie jolted up, but rather than feeling the waves from the tub and the wetness on his skin, he felt nothing of the sort, instead a hand on his knee, pushing him lightly.
He opened his eyes to see Alyssa sitting across from him, smiling that smile, backpack in hand.
There was no one else on the train.
"We're here," the brunette said. "I didn't have the heart to wake you up at first, but now I think it's probably time!"
"Yes... I... " Charlie started, looking around, pushing himself back to consciousness. "I'm sorry, I never fall asleep on the train, wow..."
"That's okay," her smile once again seeming sweet and innocent. "Glad I could help..."
Charlie threw his book in his backpack and got up to exit the train, following her swaying ponytail, hanging behind her now.
"Say," the girl turned as they got off the train and headed towards Massachusetts Street. "I don't suppose you could point me towards the Hotel George?"
The End.
Ding Dong
Ding Dong!
He opened the door to see a woman standing there smiling. She stood about 5 six, with orange hair and freckles. She had strong shoulders, large breasts, and wide hips. She was wearing a low-cut sleeveless shirt, and a long flowing skirt. His first thought was that she looked like she belonged at a bluegrass music festival.
"Hi, my Name's Mary!" she said, and stuck out her hand for him to shake.
"Do you have a minute?" She said. "I'd like to talk to you about something that could change your life."
"Wait a minute, what's this about," he said. "You aren't here to preach are you? I'm not interested in joining some weird religion. "
"Oh, not at all, I just want to show you how easy it could be for you to... hey, I see you have some beautiful cedar flooring in there. Would you wind letting me polish it for you? No charge. Really, it'll only take a minute." She beamed at him again and seemed to bounce slightly with excitement.
"Oh, all right" he said as he gave in and swung the door open for her to enter.
She immediately got down on her knees and pulled out a bottle of something yellow, which she poured out onto the floor. "Don't worry, she said, when I'm done, these floors are going to shine." She then began to rub the oil across the floor with her bare hands! He was beginning to have his doubts about this woman. After about fifteen minutes she had smeared the floor with a nice even coat of oil, and he did have to admit, the floor had more of a shine to it than it did before.
"See, she said, this stuff really works wonders! And you know what the best part is? She began licking her fingers one by one,"
Alright, this lady is really nuts, I need to get her out of here...
When she got to her middle and index fingers, she inserted them all the way into her mouth and sucked them clean as she withdrew them with a slight pop.
"It's non-toxic! Actually it's perfectly safe to eat and tastes pretty good." She beamed at him again.
Come look at it from this angle, she said, and motioned for him to stand in front of where she was kneeling. He came over to look and she stood up. As she stood, her breasts brushed the front of his pants slightly. She was now standing face to face with him, much closer than he was comfortable with, and he could feel the warmth of her body occupying the air in front of him. Again she smiled at him, but before he could step back from her, she nodded behind him, and said,
"hey, are you gonna eat that?"
"What, what are you talking about?" He said as he turned to look.
As he did, she grabbed the front of his pants and poured the rest of the floor polish into them. Oil ran down his cock, across his balls, and between his legs, l
eaving a huge grease stain on the front of his jeans.
"Hey what the hell!" he said
"Oh my, I better be going now..." she said, and ran out the door before he could stop her.
Geez, he thought, well I guess I better go clean up.
And he walked upstairs to change pants.
No sooner had he removed his boxers though, than he heard the door open, and footsteps entering.
She must have forgotten something, or else she thinks I might actually buy something off of her. That woman is crazy! I should have locked the door when she left.
"Go away!" He called. "I don't want any of whatever you're selling. Just take your things and get out."
But he could hear footsteps coming toward the bedroom instead.
He was standing at the sink about to clean himself up, when her face popped through the door.
"Oh, right, that's where I put it." She said, absent-mindedly.
He froze for a moment in disbelief, standing there with the sink running, washrag in hand, naked from the waist down.
She walked casually over to him.
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm required to return whatever I don't use in a demonstration."
"I'm going to have to take this back with me." And with that she reached down and wrapped her hand gently around his cock, which noticeably stiffened as she tugged on it lightly.
His jaw hung open as he briefly considered just agreeing to buy the stuff and have her leave him alone.
But the she dropped down, and took his balls into her mouth and started sucking all of the oil off.
At this point his body took over for him and decided to let the woman do whatever the hell she wanted.
Once she'd finished cleaning his balls, she began licking up and down his legs to remove the oil from there as well.
Finally, all that was left was his cock, which was now standing fully erect, head glistening with polish. He leaned against the sink for support as she began licking from the base up to the tip, and he felt his knees weaken slightly. When she reached the tip, she wrapped her lips around the base of the head and sucked hard, running her tongue all around the head, and pulling back slowly until it popped out of her mouth again. Then she took him into her mouth again, this time letting her lips start a little further down the shaft, and sucked back until he popped out again. She continued to work her way down this way, little by little until finally she had her lips resting all the way at the base of his shaft and she withdrew ever so slowly, sucking so hard he could feel the blood rushing to the head of his cock, and When his head finally popped out of her mouth he felt ready to burst.
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