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Just Bring It Up

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Just Bring It Up by Duklikass@aol.com (Duklikass@aol.com)I went into the convienience store to get a couple tall beers to help put me to sleep. I was travelling on the road (I sometimes take short trips by myself to clear my head) and in doing I usually drink way too much coffee then once I reach the hotel I find that I'm wired tighter than the Golden Gate bridge. So I've become accustomed to washing a couple Tylenol PM down with a couple Bud Light 24's, it's a gem of a combo, knocks you right out. Anyway, as I reached the counter and set the cans up, I made the realization that the clerk wasn't visible. After waiting a moment, tapping my fingers on the counter, I considered simply grabbing the beers and walking out. Just as I was picking them up I heard a noise behind me and turned slightly to my right.A black haired, green eyed girl stood there. I guessed about eighteen, very cute but only on second glance. A type that unless you looked hard you wouldn't notice a beauty hidden under a protective exterior. She hid it, purposely. I wouldn't have noticed it except for the fact that I was once married to such an individual (we were young as hell and broke up after eight months, I was 22 as this story is told). I knew the type. She awkwardly smiled and said, "sorry, I was in the back facing the cans. I didn't see you come in." "No problem", I said, meaning it. She walked around me to behind the counter and quickly rang up the order. I gave her the cash and got my change. Setting the cans on the counter I was putting away my bills when she said, "I like your jacket." This was total bullshit, I was wearing a twenty dollar polyester piece of crap I got at Wal-Mart. I didn't bother faking my disbelief. "Really? It's kind of ratty don't you think. I'm only wearing it because I'm not in the mood to care about how I look." I shrugged."I think that's why I like it," she returned, still looking it over. What a fool, vacant in the mind am I? I thought to myself. Duh, of course she would like it. I don't deny or boast of the fact that I'm well put together by genetics. I'm often hit on by women and men alike, I however, could care less about most people and am often by my own self and happy to be so."I get you. I don't put much creedence in fancy clothes. I kind of despise the vanity in that. Such status based on not much at all. People don't think of anothers mind until it's too late to get away from them." Kind of a babble, but true. "Yeah, I think so too. I don't care about that stuff. This is who I am, take it or leave it. As it happens most leave, which is fine by me." I'd say she was a woman after my own heart, but I didn't think it so. I knew. The conversation drifted, I'll spare details and get to your anticipation. We landed on our sexual beliefs. Keep in mind that I'd been there for over an hour and not a soul had entered or walked by as we were in rural Wyoming. As gently as I could I said that I had nearly given up on sex, it was fine and all and very enticing, but too much trouble to involve so much bullshit. Talking to the person, satisfying the person, gettting to know them. Annoying, and not really worth it."Well you're a guy, you have your urges, right?" She asked. "Yeah, of course. I don't want to offend you." I said "What do you mean?" she sounded genuinely playful, like she knew what was coming. "I do it...manually. And I'm not ashamed, or put off. It gets the job done and I'm satisfied. Porn is not that expensive, really. Cheaper than a wife." She laughed. "I guess that's probably true." She thought a moment. There was no tension or want for interjection. We were totaly at ease. "I do sometimes, not as often as guys, but I can and do, get off that way." "Very cool of you to admit." I meant that wholeheartedly, women should masturbate more, learn it do it right, chill the fuck out. "I just hope my hotel has Spank-O-vision or whatever it's called. I've been driving all day and for some reason too much caffeine always makes me horny. " I was being a little perverse, but I was mostly just kidding in context."Are you at the [Wyo. hotel]?""Yeah, I walked over.""They do, I stayed there once when I got kicked out of my house. Only one night, but it's not a bad place."I knodded. That's cool, I dig the porn TV.Now the tense silence crept up when something occured to me."Just a minute, " I told her and went to the aisles. I quickly found it and returned, slapping the petroleum jelly on the counter. She laughed again. "How much?" She just looked at it and said; "fuck it. On the house." "Gee, thanks. I've had people buy me drinks before, but this is new." Again she laughed heartily, enjoying the odd moment."Just have a good time. Damn, if I couldn't use it.""Well, you'll just have to wait till you get off, then you can get off," I smiled. "How much longer do you have?" Without looking she said her shift ends at six. "Thirty eight minutes." I remarked. She looked shocked, looked at the clock. We'd been talking all night."Damn." She said. I knodded. "Crazy. Well..." I realized I wouldn't see her again, and I'm not much into the formality of sparing language so I continued with my original thought. "...I'm gonna go masturbate now, have a good evening!" I smiled broad. Sardonic. And waved stepping toward the door."Are you leaving?" she asked. "I guess, you'll probably want to go home, yeah?" I was surprised, admittedly."Okay, well..." she suddenly looked disappointed, resigned to it. "Unless..." I ventured, and to my delight, she quickly looked up. "You want to come hang out for a while. I can get more beer.""Alright, that sounds cool, but you have to let me reimburse you once I get there. What room are you in?" I rushed back and quickly slammed the two 24's I'd bought while in the shower. I dried off and got dressed just as there was knocking on the door. I opened it to her. She'd put on some makeup and changed her shirt. I could definitly see her beautiful face now. She was about five-five, I would guess 115 pounds. Petite, yes."Beers in the fridge." I stuttered as she entered."Cool." She made her way to it and got one, quickly taking several swallows. We bullshitted for a while, and I flipped through the channels idly looking for something interesting. On the menu i noticed the adult titles. "Oh yeah." I said then realized it sounded fake though it wasn't. "Spanktravision!" She alerted, big smile on her face. "How much are they?" "Six to eight bucks, usually. Want to order one?" "I don't care, theres nothing else on." "Which one?""Oral Obsession. Is that Janine? I dig her, get that one." She surprised me again. "You dig her? How?" "I think she's beautiful." "You into girls?" "Kind of. I made out with a friend of mine once. Female friend. I always felt a little tingly for girls, but I like guys a lot too." "You're bi-sexual." I offered. "I guess," she shrugged."That's cool, " I thought I sounded stupid to say this, but she looked at me affirmativly and smiled.I ordered the vid and it started a moment later. We watched until the first sex scene. A cop boning his wife. We drank and watched."She's pretty fine too," I said, admiring the cops wife."Yeah, she is," she agreed.I shifted and the crease in my jeans rolled one of my balls against my leg. "Ow, dammit." I said absentmindedly, still watching. "What?" She looked over, wondering at the trouble. "Nothing, just sitting on a bed in jeans isn't good for men's anatomies.""Getting tight watching the vid?" She sinuesly implied. "A little" I said, matter-of-factly. "Then take off the jeans, I don't mind." She said, also dryly, sincerly, and looked away. I've never much cared about my own nudity, I'm not an exhibitionist, I simply am not embarrassed by someone seeing me nude. It has never been an issue with me, and I was wearing boxers anyway. I stood and pulled off my pants, leaving my straight leg, white boxers on.She glanced over quickly, then looked back at the TV. "You're not pitching a tent, what happened?" "Actually, it wasn't that. True about the jeans and the bed, but i wasn't getting, erect just yet." "Why is that, is this boring?" She motioned to the TV. "Not at all, I just don't get hard until I get naked, is all. I don't know why." "H'm." She muttered, not really paying much attention. "Then get naked." She said it so slightly and monotonously that I barely heard her. "Why?" I said. "You said you were going to masturbate. You have to be nude to get erect, simple logic, yes?" Without turning away from the movie. "Would that bother you?" She turned slowly, looked me in the eye with a very annoyed tone and said. "Do you really fucking think it would? After talking to me all night and knowing the way I am?" "No, I guess not." Perfectly reasoned it was perfectly true, and as though i were alone I stripped, and as though I were making a sandwich, I teased myself to erection. "Shit, could you..." She looked over at me, I pointed at the bag in front of her."Oh, sure." She tossed the grocery bag with the petroleum jelly in it."Thanks," I said. I greased my palm and started stroking my erection. I usually stroke the shaft a few times and then swirl around my head a few times while tickling my scrotum, then pump a few more times. Fairly standard, i suppose. I was getting into it, closing my eyes intermittantly. She was laying on her stomach on the adjacent bed watching the porn. I was sitting against the headboard, knees drawn up and apart, doing my stroke technique. I opened my eyes to see her watching me, with her head on her folded arms, looking back at me and mine, doing my thing.This helped."I didn't think you would watch me." I said. "Do you mind?" She asked, politely. "Not at all." "I've never seen it done before, kinda cool.""Thanks," lacking a better retort for the circumstance.I looked her up and down. Her shirt had ridden up a little and i could see the small of her back, her feet were pointed up toward the ceiling, rocking back and forth. Her eyes still fixed on my swollen genitals."You should join in. You said you were tense too." I reasoned. "True." She said, then thought a moment, thinking.I pulled a few more times on myself, rotating my hips slightly.She sat up and quickly pulled her shirt off. She had on a simple looking beige bra. She unsnapped it and stood up, leaving the bra on while she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down, revealing a pair of white cotton panties with little pictures of rowboats on them. She let the bra fall off. She had small breasts. B cup, perfect for my tastes. Pink areolas of about quarter size and stubby nipples not yet fully erect. Her stomach was flat and soft.She lowered her panties. I was surprised to see her fully shaved. "Why do you do that?" I asked, motioning. "I hate hair, all of it except head hair. I like what you do, by the way." She was referring to the fact that I use the product Nad's on my lower torso down to my knees. I'm perfectly hairless and smooth except for a small ring around my penis and scrotum. It feels fantastic. "Thank you." I said, smiling. "May I?" She inquired, reaching for the jelly. "Not at all," I responded.She took a small unction and spread it around the three primary fingers of her right hand, then lowered it to her sex. She began in slow revolutions, standing there in front of me, facing the opposing wall, that unfocused look in her eyes of someone thinking and not seeing.She backed up and sat slightly on the bed, drawing up one knee and setting her foot on the edge next to her hip. Revolving strokes. I turned slightly toward her and began my motions again, now watching her. Her eyes focused and turned to me. She smiled at my admiring eyes. She turned her body straight toward mine and kept up her pace, breathing in heavily, then more rapidly. I could see the pleasure in her mounting, as my own was. She would close her eyes and roll her head back, then open them and watch my hand moving on my self. I tickled my scrotum and it visibly rose into my body. "Are you gonna cum soon?" She asked. "Fairly soon. You?""Definitly, I'll tell you when, try and cum with me, okay?" "Okay." We kept going. Stroking, watching each other, eyes closed, then open.She moaned slightly. "I"m almost there! Get ready." I'd already been holding back a little, I picked up the pace, moving faster and harder. "Okay, now, I'm cumming...now!" She threw her head foreward and her whole body tensed up. Blushes rolled across her chest and shoulders as she shook with her orgasm. As it slowly subsided, panting, eyes happy slits, she looked to me. "Come on now, come on," she coaxed, her voice a high pitch. I felt my lower spine tingling and my urethra opening. A matter of seconds. "Just about...""Come on..." the she lept foreward and pushed my hand away. Pumping me with a fever pitch. I felt the flood rush over the top of my head into my eye sockets and down my chest."Now!" I groaned. The sperm lept out and fell to her chest, rolling to her navel. Then subsided to her rolling knuckles as she slowed her pace. I pulled my eyes open to see her wholly gleeful face pulling the last of the dew from my lily."I feel better now. " I said. "Me too." She said playfully. We took a shower together, she used soap and coaxed my flaccid penis back to hardness and we had sex on the floor. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers. Not really expecting much since l live four states away from her, but we've written a few notes back and forth, and all seems good. I don't know if we'll be together again, but we've made excellent memories. You never know. I live in a college town and she says she wants to go. We'll see. I'll bring it up.