Ray Todd: The willing wife

"Oh, sweet lover," she whispered a few minutes later as she slowly recovered from her glorious orgasm. "Let's just stay in this fuckin' bed until Monday morning."

Andrea Layton and her two children were thrilled with the hotel when they finally arrived in San Francisco. Tracy was excited about the large room she was sharing with her mother, and Lance's room was just a few doors down the hall from them.

Later that night, as Andrea stood on the terrace with her two children, she could feel the cool breeze blowing as they watched the glimmering lights dancing below them. It was a glorious night, the tangy air filled with the scent of flowers from the city below.

Unaware that her husband was fucking himself silly in a woman's apartment, she wished he'd been able to come with them. It was times like this when she missed Herb the most.

Entering the dining room for breakfast the next morning, Andrea took an immediate liking to the couple at the next table. She was particularly attracted to Kim Bradford, a lovely blonde girl who was traveling with her father. She was a delightful young lady with sparkling blue eyes and long blonde hair that accented her beautifully, tanned face. There was something about her fresh personality that seemed to captivate the entire room.

Lance, too, was impressed with her charm and beauty, but being rather shy around girls, he kept looking away every time she smiled at him. Her father, who introduced himself as Richard Bradford, was an exceptionally handsome man in his early forties with thick dark hair, liberally salted with silver.

But Tracy's attention was completely captivated by a handsome, young Italian bus boy. He appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old with dark hair, sparkling brown eyes and a gleaming smile. Reading the name tag on his jacket, Tracy saw that his name was Dino.

"Isn't he cute?" the girl whispered to her mother.

"Who?" asked Andrea.

"Dino, the bus boy," answered Tracy, unable to take her eyes away from the handsome young man.

"He is quite good looking," her mother agreed. "Gosh," sighed the girl. "He's a dream."

"Maybe he is," Andrea laughed.

When breakfast was finished, Lance went out on the terrace to enjoy the sun. He was spread out on a chaise lounge in nothing but a pair of cut-offs when Kim Bradford come out and sat on the chair next to him.

"Hi, Lance," the lovely girl beamed at him.

"Hello, Kim," he blushed, the nearness of the girl making him a bit nervous.

Because of his total absorption in sports, Lance had time for girls and was always ill at ease around them. The sight of her long shapely legs in her crisp white shorts and her lush full boobs in the brief halter seemed to add to his shyness.

"Isn't this a neat day?" she smiled as she lay back closing her eyes.

"I-it sure is," stammered Lance, unable to think of anything else to say.

As the morning breeze blew gently through her hair, Kim kept watching the young man through the corner of her eye. She was completely captivated by the magnificent build on the handsome young man, and was also impressed by his shyness. Most guys always pitched a line when they first met her, and Kim was pleased with his natural quietness.

"Have you been to San Francisco before?" she asked after several minutes of silence.

"Nope," he replied. "Have you?"

"Dad brings me here every year," she answered. "My folks are divorced and I live with my mom, but when I visit Dad, he always takes me to San Francisco."

"That's nice," stammered Lance, noticing that one of her nipples was almost spilling out of her halter.

"Do you like to swim?" she suddenly asked.

"Sure," he beamed, feeling on more secure ground when they talked about athletics.

"Then you'll love the hotel pool," said Kim.

"Why?"

"It's one of the nicest pools I've ever seen," the girl answered.

"What's it like?" he asked, suddenly enthusiastic about swimming.

"It's hard to describe," smiled Kim. "But there's a brochure of it in my room if you'd like to go up and see it."

"Sure," grinned Lance, his shyness disappearing as they discussed swimming.

Following the girl toward the elevator, Lance suddenly felt at ease with her. He began thinking how much fun the two of them would have swimming in the pool together. He was genuinely pleased that Kim wasn't all soppy and mushy like most silly girls were.

When they entered her room, Lance sat down on the edge of the bed while Kim searched through the dresser for the brochure.

"Here it is," said the girl, walking back to where he was seated on the edge of the bed.

Lance was a bit startled when the girl spread herself out with her head on his lap.

"Here's a neat picture," she smiled, handing the brochure up to him.

"Gosh, that is nice," he exclaimed, staring at a picture of the spacious pool.

"You'll just love it," beamed Kim, handing him another picture.

They spent several minutes studying the brochure before putting it down.

"I can hardly wait to get in the water," said Lance when the girl returned the folder to her dresser. "When does it open?"

"At noon," Kim smiled as she spread out on the bed and rested her head on his lap again.

Without the pictures to look at, Lance's shyness slowly returned. The nearness of the girl and the fragrance of her perfume was almost frightening him.

"Lance," she suddenly said. "Why haven't you made a pass at me?"

"Why should I?" he stammered.

"I don't know," she giggled. "But most guys try to mess around when they're alone with me."

"Do you like guys to mess around with you?" he asked, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Sometimes," she whispered, taking his hand and slipping it down inside her halter. "It depends on the guy."

Lance was too stunned to move. The soft, warm texture of her naked tit against his palm and the turgid hardness of her nipple between his fingers was unbelievable. Afraid to move, Lance could feel his own heart pounding wildly in his chest.

"D'ya like my tits?" she whispered after a long period of silence.

"I-I-I g-guess so," be stammered.

"Then pinch my nipple a bit," she suggested in a soft teasing voice. "That always feels so good."

As if in a daze, the boy began doing as she asked, rolling her swollen tiny-bud between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, yes," she cooed. "That feels neat." Lance could feel his cock starting to swell in his cut-offs and was suddenly afraid Kim would feel it throbbing against her head. Completely terrorized at what was happening, he continued mechanically kneading her big, hard nipples between his fingers.

Momentarily raising her head a bit, Kim reached behind her neck and untied the knot, tossing her halter to the floor.

"Now you can get a real handful," she whispered in a soft teasing voice when her big, full tits spilled out nakedly in front of his eyes.

Still in a state of shock, the boy cupped the big globes of bare flesh in his hands and began gently massaging her luscious tits.

"Oh, Lance," she giggled, feeling his cock throbbing against the back of her head. "You're getting a hard-on, you naughty boy."

"I'm sorry," he stammered.

"Don't be sorry," she whispered. "May I bring it out and play with it?"

When Lance didn't answer, Kim moved her head slightly to one side and lowered the zipper of his cut-offs. The dazed boy could hardly believe it when she reached through his fly and pulled his swollen boner out. Clutching the thick base of his massive shaft, Kim began rubbing his big purple cockhead against her soft, dimpled cheek.

"Jesus, honey," she gasped. "That's the biggest damned cock I've ever seen."

"Have you messed with lots of cocks?" he panted.

"Of course, silly," she giggled, lightly running her tongue across his big meaty knob. "Haven't you played with lots of pussies?"