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Memories of the South

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 03 Nov 2005 1 comments
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I was attending a conference in New Orleans and had been drinking a lot that night, since public drunkenness was pretty much legal. I made my way uneventfully back to the hotel, and took the short elevator ride to the floor of my room. I managed to get myself undressed, stripping down completely and climbing into the clean hotel sheets, then passing out completely. I normally sleep naked, and so you can picture me, I�m 6�2, slim build, 180# or so, and sport around an almost 7� cock. Its not huge, it�s not small, and I�ve had no complaints so far. As I lay there passed out my eyes begin to open at the sounds of noises in my room. I realize that it�s late morning, I�ve overslept, and there�s a maid in my room changing towels in the bathroom. Glancing down, my cock is throbbing with morning wood, my sheets bunched up around my feet. She must have seen me, there couldn�t have been much of a chance she didn�t. She turned the corner to the room, seeing I was awake, smiling at me as she pushed her cart out of her way. She was maybe 40 years old, Latino, with a trim figure, pretty, and a wonderful smile on her face. She explained she knocked, got no response, and just came in. Seeing me, she said she just couldn�t resist enjoying the view while she could, as sex at home was not frequent for her. Now I�d always wanted to be watched as I stroked, and this was a golden opportunity. Excusing myself, I stood, walking naked and hard to the bathroom, passing right by her as I did. I had the urge to pee, but knew I wouldn�t be able to until I came. Knowing she was watching, as I�d left the bathroom door ajar, I began stroking myself there over the toilet. With the large mirrors, it was a simple thing for her to see me, and I could see her shadow outside the door as I masturbated slowly for her. She let herself into the bathroom, with a towel in her hand, and moved alongside me. Without saying a word, she kneeled down, moving my hand aside and gripping my cock in her warm fingers. There was precum leaking from the head that she used to lubricate the shaft of me. She unbuttoned her blouse, and undid the clasp of her bra, exposing them to me. She spit on the head of my cock, and then proceeded to stroke me with long fast motions. I knew I wasn�t going to last and groaned I was going to cum soon. She twisted her fingers around the head with one hand, cupping my balls in the other. She aimed the head of my cock between her breasts, pressing the head against them as she stroked me. Then, as expected, I erupted. Thick hot streams of cum exploded all over her chest, beads of it dripping across her skin. She milked me, stroking again and again until I was completely spent. Smiling she collected her things and left me there, wanting more from her. I guess it wasn�t meant to be, she left, and I was left with a wonderful memory of a stay in New Orleans.