CHAPTER 7 Saturday. I actually had a business meeting this morning. How in heaven's name would I concentrate on business, knowing that she would be waiting back at the hotel room for me? The thought ran through my mind as I drove the rental car across the Minnesota River bridge on I35, heading for suburban Burnsville. I visited Ted at his home, and we spent the required time going over what business we had to do with each other. At least, I think we did -- my mind was not there at the time.... My mind was already back at the Sofitel Hotel, in that room with Toni, in that bed with Toni. When I returned to the room, she was dressed and waiting. A deep and passionate kiss, broken off before we lost control again. "I've got to go back to the apartment and pick up some more things; I packed in such a hurry last night that all I really brought was jewelry and things -- I feel like an idiot!", she said. So, we went back to her place, and I waited in the car while she put together the clothing she'd need for today and Sunday. Out she came, bag in hand, now dressed casually. I had bought tickets to hear the St.Paul Chamber Orchestra this evening, just as a surprise for her. Actually, I was looking forward to hearing them. I had bought the tickets before ever leaving for Minneapolis, on the hope that she'd be willing to go with me, never dreaming that we would have just spent the entire night fucking our brains out. And, at this stage of things, at this point in time, that's what it probably was for me -- fucking. For her, it might have been making love, but for me it was fucking. Something I'd been missing for a LONG time! We spent Saturday doing basically nothing. Went to a mall to explore, drove around, ate lunch. At one point we pulled into the deserted parking lot of an insurance company and necked like a couple of high school kids. We got a nervous laugh out of that, and for the next couple of years we were together, we would sometimes laughingly suggest to each other that we "find some parking lot". That night we did go to the concert -- early, since I didn't really know where the place was, and neither did Toni. As things turned out, we got there TOO early, in a way.... We arrived at the concert hall over an hour before the concert was due to start. So early that people weren't even going into the hall yet, it being a balmy Twin Cities evening. So, we sat in the car and talked. Talk gradually turned to snuggles, snuggles to kisses. Soon, there in the car, I began to cup those lovely firm breasts through the dressy blouse Toni was wearing. She had on the blouse and a pair of slacks, while I was wearing a sport coat and dress slacks with an open-collared shirt. My coat was hanging on a hook in the back seat of the car. Our kisses became deeper and deeper, and my hands roamed under the blouse, which I had tugged from her slacks. No bra. Wonderful. Firm tits, tight hard nipples. Her tits were just nicely a handful for me. She leaned back as I eased the blouse up over those lovely mounds and took one in my mouth. I could almost cover it with my mouth, if I opened as wide as possible. Holding it in my mouth, I let my tongue flick over the nipple, feeling its stiffness as I toyed with it. Toni moaned as I sucked. The window was down on her side of the car, and people would occasionally walk past the front of the car, heading for the concert hall. We were oblivious -- Toni with her blouse pushed above her breasts, me giving them cover with my hands and mouth. I fumbled with the waist buttons on her slacks, and her hand dropped into my lap. She ran her palm up the bulge in the front of my pants, as though she were testing the length of the erection beneath. I was rock hard, but the position and my clothing restricted me. She fumbled with my belt, just as I managed to get her slacks unbuttoned. I slid my hand into her slacks to the happy surprise of -- no pantyhose! Just tiny little string bikini panties, baring covering the sparse triangle of down. I cupped her mound, my finger touching the now thoroughly wet crotch of the panties, the slickness of the satin under my palm. "No fair", she murmured in frustration, squirming on the car seat, as she fumbled with my pants. "Me too!" I sat more upright and waited for her to open my pants. She ran her hand in as our lips met once again, her palm cupping the huge bulge in the front of my jockey briefs. A man walking past the front of the car stared as Toni freed my rock hard cock from my briefs and began stroking the entire length of it. My hand returned to her crotch, and my finger disappeared into her sopping pussy. "Do we have to go to the concert?", she asked. "Let's just go back to the hotel". I fired up the car and was out of the parking lot in a flash. It turned out to be maybe the longest drive of my life. My pants were still open, Toni sat beside me with her pants still open and her blouse still pulled up. My right arm was around her and I could cup her right tit, rolling the nipple in my fingers. Her left hand slowly stroked my cock, pointing straight up clear past my waist by this time, while her right hand occasionally went into the front of her pants. She let me watch as her middle finger slowly traced a tiny circle on the satin panty crotch. When we got to the hotel, it took a minute for us to get composed enough to walk across the lobby, clear to the elevator bank. Once in the room, clothes flew in every direction! I laid her on her back with her long, lovely legs over my shoulders and buried my cock in her sweet cunt. SLAMMED into her, bent her almost double in the effort to get every fraction of every one of those seven and a half inches into her. Her teeth were clenched as she rubber her clit with the middle finger of her right hand, wetting the finger with her own juices. She reached behind me and tugged at my hips, urging me deeper and deeper into her. Her wet finger slipped into my asshole, deep in. As my hips slammed my cock in and out of her, her finger ran in and out of my ass, fucking my ass as my cock fucked her cunt. Finally, as we couldn't wait another second, she drove her finger all the way in while I buried my cock to the hilt in her. Her finger pressed my prostate gland, and I nearly passed out as I emptied my cum into her steaming box! I collapsed on top of Toni, and neither of us moved for over an hour. We dozed, my cock still inside her, her finger right at my totally relaxed asshole. Finally, we slept.... CHAPTER 8 Sunday morning brought a beautiful sunny day to our hotel room window. We nearly slept right through it. This was the day I had to leave for Las Vegas, and I was wondering many things.... Would this turn out to be just a glorious weekend, or would it somehow go on? Would this lovely girl who had made me feel so wonderful and virile again want a repeat performance somehow, somewhere, or would she kiss me goodbye? I slowly awoke, aware of movement on the bed. It was Toni. She gently kissed me, as I struggled to open my eyes. I became aware of her hand, gently caressing my cock, her teeth nibbling at my nipples. She slid lower on the bed and knelt between my legs. Oh, God! My wife simply didn't do this! It had been so long.... I watched, as the lovely mouth that I had kissed so passionately all weekend opened wide and covered the glistening head of my cock. I'm not circumsized, and the vein at the bottom on my glans was drawn ever so tight by my now throbbing erection. She just covered the glans with her mouth, gently sucking, her tongue brushing the vein that held my foreskin. Long lovely hair cascading down.... I lay there, consumed by my emotions, which were rapidly centering in one very hard place in my body. And that place was HARD! Rock hard. Cat couldn't scratch it hard. Toni was beginning to suck in earnest now. She pushed her hair back so I could watch, and I did. It was almost dizzying, seeing my cock being slowly engulfed by that lovely mouth, the mouth that my tongue had explored so well for the last couple of days. She began to stroke my cock with her small hand as her mouth went up and down, up and down, her cheeks hollowing on the upstroke as she sucked harder and harder. It was as though she had no teeth. Just softness of her lips and mouth touched my cock -- amazing! She's a small girl, and my cock is huge -- six and a half inches around! I wanted her. Wanted to sink my cock deep into her again, but she wouldn't stop sucking. It was becoming a real problem for me to hold back, and I tried to tell her. "Toni, you better stop.", I said. "I can't hold back much longer!" Her replies were muffled by her mouthful of my cock, and were simply soft murmurs as she continued to suck, her pretty head bobbing up and down, up and down. Oh, God, it was beginning! "Toni, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum in your mouth!", I was almost shouting now. "Umm hmmm", she murmured, moving a bit faster, her lips gripping my shaft even tighter. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" "UMMM HMMMMM!", as her cheeks hollowed deeply from the suction she created! Then, she did something -- for the first time, then -- that I never really figured out, in all the times she did it to me over the times we shared. While she never lost the rhythm of her bobbing head, never relaxed the grip of her lovely lips, never once eased up on her wonderful sucking of my cock, she slid her tongue over the glans in some way, very lightly, barely touching the skin -- an electrifying tingle shot through me, and I clenched the mattress with both hands! It boiled out of me. Huge loads of cum shot into her sucking mouth. I came so hard, I blacked out for just a split second. But, I managed to raise my head to watch as Toni sucked, gently squeezing my balls with her hand, rubbing my prostate with a thumb, her cheeks pulling in as she tried to get every last drop out of me. Some of it ran out the corners of her lips and back down my cock as I watched her Adam's apple move from her attempts to swallow. She had trouble swallowing fast enough, I gave her such a huge mouthful of cum. Finally, I stopped. Exhausted and totally drained, I reflected that -- at the age of 32 -- this was the first time in my life that a girl had let me cum in her mouth (hell, MADE me cum in her mouth!) and swallowed every drop, without my paying for it. She LOVED it! She actually loved sucking my cock, and had no problem at all with my cumming in her mouth -- in fact, she would have been disappointed if I HADN'T cum in her mouth. This pretty, young girl who had once typed my letters, done my filing, told my wife what kind of wine I wanted with my dinner. Although I had to leave Toni in Minneapolis that day, I resolved that -- if she wanted it -- this wouldn't end. She wrote to me at my office about a week later. Her letter was exactly what I wanted to hear. "Please", she said; "Don't make this just a one night stand." She described in loving detail how our sex had made her feel, the sensations that went through her as she sucked my cock. "I love it when you cum in my mouth; it makes me tingle all over!" "I love your mouth, your tongue on my pussy, the way you get my clit to stand so you can suck it." This, this was the sweet, beautiful child (almost) about whom I had fantasized, just a short while ago.... Oh, yes. This WOULD continue.