Can you believe it? 3:30! Went back to sleep, and was out of bed by 5. It was even a stretch to stay in bed that long. It really sucks when you have been waking up so early in a different time zone.
But I digress............I am pretty happy that the apartment was nice and clean when I got back here. Not clean like I clean it, but close enough for government work. I couldn't believe how much shit was on my DVR when I got back, DAMN!. There were a couple of shows that my roomie must have started taping, but that's fine with me, there is still something like 70 free hours. I have a ton of running around to do today; pay bills, go to WalMart, go to the mall to stock up on a few things, go to the Verizon store and buy a better bluetooth, go to Kohl's for some new shoes, and I am going to buy some golf clubs. I am a lousy golfer, but have always enjoyed it. I now have the chance (a lot of them apparently) to actually go play. I do have my eye on a Boise State Broncos golf bag in the mall that I may have to get.
On that note, I am not a sports-chick. I don't really watch the NFL, but when pressed I say I am a 49er fan. I NEVER watch baseball or Soccer.........but I do watch the Boise State Bronco football religiously. I started watching them when I was 14 or so with my foster-brother. He left, and I just kind of kept watching them. I remember for Christmas when I was 15, I got a pink Boise State Jersey. I have become such a rabid fan that it is always the go-gift for all my friends for me at Christmas and my birthday. LOL. I usually go to 3 or 4 games per year, but it is getting harder and harder. Last year, regular tickets didn't go on sale until late, and were sold out almost immediately. The year before that, they went on sale the day of my birthday (or maybe the day before), and when I got through to the ticket office at 10:10, every home game was already sold out. Same goes for the year before that. But I still always find a way to make it to a game. I only went to the Tulsa game last year. I won't talk about religion, or politics, but get me going on the NCAA and the BCS and I can go all day.I may be young, but I know my Broncos, and I love to talk about them.
So, I think while I am home, I am going to buy a new car. I would really like to have a car at some of these places. Sure, I can get a rental car at any time, but I love to drive. The company is already giving me an allowance each month for a vehicle, and I am going to take advantage of that. I have done some research, and I have a few cars I am going to look at: Chrysler 200, Chrysler 300, Dodge Charger, Dodge Challenger, Chevy Camaro.........................I kind of figure I may not HAVE to get a front wheel drive. If the weather is crappy I will fly, or get studded tires. I haven't really decided yet. I am really leaning to the Chrysler 300, Dodge makes an AWD model...............still, not sure if that is too "old" for me. I really, really, really want the Charger, but I think insurance would be too much for me at my age. Hell, I don't know, I just know I don't want any sort of IMPORT car.
Well, my friend Crissy will be here in a minute, and we are going to the mall to spend some of my hard earned money.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Just landed in Denver...........
I have a 3 hour layover before I fly in to Salt Lake City, where I have 19 minutes to get my flight to Idaho Falls. I don't think I land in Idaho Falls until after 7 tonight. Goody for me. It shouldn't be like this normally, but my first flight got cancelled, (which was a straight shot to SLC), so they booked me on this damn Denver flight with a connection to SLC. Then, they had to find another flight in to Idaho Falls..................yeah, whatever.
Sitting in the airport, waiting for my plane
It's 9:30 local time, and I have been at the airport since 7. I couldn't sleep last night because I was so excited to get to go home. I was checked out of my room a little after 6, had a car pick me up, swing me by a Starbucks and then to the airport we went. My flight doesn't board for another 45 minutes, and I have actually had a really good time just watching all the people come and go.
I do have to fill you in on my baby oil incident last night. Since I was 14 or so, I have always moisturized with baby oil. It has changed a few times over the years because I heard one things works better than another, or I was told to try "this new thing", but I have always gone back to the baby oil. So, to paint you a nice picture..............As soon as I get out of the shower, while I am still wet, I cover every inch of my body with baby oil. I start at my feet, move up to my legs, my ass, my tummy, my chest, my arms.............And while that soaks in, I dry my hair, wash my hands, and put moisturizer on my face. I put the oil on in the shower, and then get out once I am done. It has become habit, and hasn't been any source of "sexy-fun-times" in years.
So, last night, the lid comes off of my baby oil, and I end up with a handful of the stuff. Well, without thinking I throw it on my body so I don't waste any (yeah, like it's SOOO expensive). I have oil running down my chest, down my tummy and yep..............down through there. I do put some baby oil in that general vicinity, but that's it. So, I start rubbing it in, and there is a lot more than normal. And when I start rubbing all of that extra in to my body............well the mood overtook me, and it overtook me in a BIG BIG way.
I put even more oil on my body now, A LOT MORE. And then, a thought occurs to me........is baby oil harmful to my "nether-regions"? I mean, I know you have to watch out for that type of thing because you can get infections and such from that. So, I tip-toe (still wet and covered with oil) to my already packed suitcase, and get out my dwindling bottle of silicone lube, (Wet brand, in case you have ever wondered) and decide I would oil myself up with that. Well, adding the lube to my already glistening, oil covered body, made for an interesting experience. Now, blog friends, this is where I get all open and honest..............I got carried away. I spread all my towels on my bed and got after it. I had lube in my hair, on my face, between my toes, fuckin everywhere. I just couldn't stop.
And last night, I fully did what I had only "experimented" with before. Now, I don't know if I had mentioned it before, but I have purchased some "anal only" toys. One of them starts out small, and then through progression, get bigger and bigger. Another one is about as big around as a package of those small biscuits you get at the store, and about 10" long. So, I decided that I would use two toys at once, and go all "DP" on myself. Keep in mind, the progressive toy has only ever made it to the second progression, and the "roll of biscuits" has only been in me for a quick second a few times. So, like I said before, I got seriously carried away.
I ended up using the "biscuit" one with the help of a chair and some towels and fucked myself with that until I was inches from cumming. (I only stopped because I almost fell off the chair, twice). Then, I took out the bigger one. I was really relaxed and started pushing it in a little further each time. I got it in further than I care to admit, and then put my trusty "blue" in to my pussy. I had a mind blowing orgasm that damn near brought me to tears.
It took damn near 20 minutes in the shower to clean myself up. That lube and oil do not like to come out of hair, I can tell you that. I woke up this morning as was sore. Hate to admit it, but yeah, it seems that I went to far.
I do have to fill you in on my baby oil incident last night. Since I was 14 or so, I have always moisturized with baby oil. It has changed a few times over the years because I heard one things works better than another, or I was told to try "this new thing", but I have always gone back to the baby oil. So, to paint you a nice picture..............As soon as I get out of the shower, while I am still wet, I cover every inch of my body with baby oil. I start at my feet, move up to my legs, my ass, my tummy, my chest, my arms.............And while that soaks in, I dry my hair, wash my hands, and put moisturizer on my face. I put the oil on in the shower, and then get out once I am done. It has become habit, and hasn't been any source of "sexy-fun-times" in years.
So, last night, the lid comes off of my baby oil, and I end up with a handful of the stuff. Well, without thinking I throw it on my body so I don't waste any (yeah, like it's SOOO expensive). I have oil running down my chest, down my tummy and yep..............down through there. I do put some baby oil in that general vicinity, but that's it. So, I start rubbing it in, and there is a lot more than normal. And when I start rubbing all of that extra in to my body............well the mood overtook me, and it overtook me in a BIG BIG way.
I put even more oil on my body now, A LOT MORE. And then, a thought occurs to me........is baby oil harmful to my "nether-regions"? I mean, I know you have to watch out for that type of thing because you can get infections and such from that. So, I tip-toe (still wet and covered with oil) to my already packed suitcase, and get out my dwindling bottle of silicone lube, (Wet brand, in case you have ever wondered) and decide I would oil myself up with that. Well, adding the lube to my already glistening, oil covered body, made for an interesting experience. Now, blog friends, this is where I get all open and honest..............I got carried away. I spread all my towels on my bed and got after it. I had lube in my hair, on my face, between my toes, fuckin everywhere. I just couldn't stop.
And last night, I fully did what I had only "experimented" with before. Now, I don't know if I had mentioned it before, but I have purchased some "anal only" toys. One of them starts out small, and then through progression, get bigger and bigger. Another one is about as big around as a package of those small biscuits you get at the store, and about 10" long. So, I decided that I would use two toys at once, and go all "DP" on myself. Keep in mind, the progressive toy has only ever made it to the second progression, and the "roll of biscuits" has only been in me for a quick second a few times. So, like I said before, I got seriously carried away.
I ended up using the "biscuit" one with the help of a chair and some towels and fucked myself with that until I was inches from cumming. (I only stopped because I almost fell off the chair, twice). Then, I took out the bigger one. I was really relaxed and started pushing it in a little further each time. I got it in further than I care to admit, and then put my trusty "blue" in to my pussy. I had a mind blowing orgasm that damn near brought me to tears.
It took damn near 20 minutes in the shower to clean myself up. That lube and oil do not like to come out of hair, I can tell you that. I woke up this morning as was sore. Hate to admit it, but yeah, it seems that I went to far.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Been thinking alot since the other day, and that is never good.
I am over my self-loathing for being a slut the other night. When I look back on it, I think I was a little to judgmental of myself to feel so degraded and worthless. I knew what I was doing at the time, I could have stopped any time, and I did it because I wanted to. However, I am still left with the other decision that I feel I must make.
So, I guess that leaves another question: Do I label myself as such? Is it really necessary to make a choice, and then to where that choice on my sleeve? I have spent a lot of time on the internet looking and gay and lesbian blogs, websites, etc. I see a lot of people that let their sexuality define them as a person. You don't see these people as "Jane, journalist, mother of 1, homeowner." They seem to define themselves as "Jane, lesbian, journalist, etc." I guess I just don't get that. I understand how sexuality has a way of shaping a person's character, dress, look, etc, I just don't understand how "sex" can be your most defining trait. I posed a question on a message board 2 nights ago, and I couldn't believe the range of responses I received. I was not asking the question so I could make my own decision, I was merely asking to get a response.
Okay, with all that said, I KNOW I am a lesbian. But I guess what I don't understand, is there like varying degrees of lesbianism? Here is why I ask? My favorite adult movie scene is boy/girl, my next favorite is boy/girl/girl. See where I am going there? I like watching those scenes, but have absolutely no more interest in playing those out myself. So, am I like an "Jr. Lesbian" and as I move through life, do I also move through the ranks of lesbianis? I guess I am just really confused. I totally know what gender I am attracted to, but I can't get the idea through my head of marrying another woman. I can't even really get it through my head to walk down the street, hand in hand, or acting like "other couples" in public. I have done those things, but they were only to get attention from guys . I know these are stupid questions that will all be answered in time.
I did however notice that my mindset has changed a bit since the other day. All of my encounters with woman have really been opportunistic. Or to put it a different way, I haven't really been looking for female companionship, it has just happened. However, I noticed it yesterday, when I started looking at women a different way.............like I always did with guys. She's cute, she has a nice butt, she has beautiful eyes, etc. I still don't have any gaydar, so I am pretty much screwed there, but I think it has opened up a new realm to me.
It was kind of funny this morning...................like I said, I haven't really felt "sexual" in quite a while. I have taken care of business, but it is more out of some sort of "necessity" that comes over me sometimes. That was until this morning. I know I was having sex dreams last night, but I don't really remember any details. But when I woke up this morning, I was FUCKING HORNY! I was already wet, and had that feeling where I can feel the horniness in my toes. I got out of bed , got undressed and was halfway to the shower, when my phone rang. I ended up sitting on the phone, buck naked, talking to my boss for over an hour. (He knows what time I wake up in the morning, and has no problem calling any time after that. LOL). By the time I got in the shower, I was running late, and in full work mode. No time to do anything fun. I have been giddy all day, in a better mood and eager to get back to my room for some "me" time. It will be every bit of 10 before I get back though, I have a full night ahead of me.
So, I guess that leaves another question: Do I label myself as such? Is it really necessary to make a choice, and then to where that choice on my sleeve? I have spent a lot of time on the internet looking and gay and lesbian blogs, websites, etc. I see a lot of people that let their sexuality define them as a person. You don't see these people as "Jane, journalist, mother of 1, homeowner." They seem to define themselves as "Jane, lesbian, journalist, etc." I guess I just don't get that. I understand how sexuality has a way of shaping a person's character, dress, look, etc, I just don't understand how "sex" can be your most defining trait. I posed a question on a message board 2 nights ago, and I couldn't believe the range of responses I received. I was not asking the question so I could make my own decision, I was merely asking to get a response.
Okay, with all that said, I KNOW I am a lesbian. But I guess what I don't understand, is there like varying degrees of lesbianism? Here is why I ask? My favorite adult movie scene is boy/girl, my next favorite is boy/girl/girl. See where I am going there? I like watching those scenes, but have absolutely no more interest in playing those out myself. So, am I like an "Jr. Lesbian" and as I move through life, do I also move through the ranks of lesbianis? I guess I am just really confused. I totally know what gender I am attracted to, but I can't get the idea through my head of marrying another woman. I can't even really get it through my head to walk down the street, hand in hand, or acting like "other couples" in public. I have done those things, but they were only to get attention from guys . I know these are stupid questions that will all be answered in time.
I did however notice that my mindset has changed a bit since the other day. All of my encounters with woman have really been opportunistic. Or to put it a different way, I haven't really been looking for female companionship, it has just happened. However, I noticed it yesterday, when I started looking at women a different way.............like I always did with guys. She's cute, she has a nice butt, she has beautiful eyes, etc. I still don't have any gaydar, so I am pretty much screwed there, but I think it has opened up a new realm to me.
It was kind of funny this morning...................like I said, I haven't really felt "sexual" in quite a while. I have taken care of business, but it is more out of some sort of "necessity" that comes over me sometimes. That was until this morning. I know I was having sex dreams last night, but I don't really remember any details. But when I woke up this morning, I was FUCKING HORNY! I was already wet, and had that feeling where I can feel the horniness in my toes. I got out of bed , got undressed and was halfway to the shower, when my phone rang. I ended up sitting on the phone, buck naked, talking to my boss for over an hour. (He knows what time I wake up in the morning, and has no problem calling any time after that. LOL). By the time I got in the shower, I was running late, and in full work mode. No time to do anything fun. I have been giddy all day, in a better mood and eager to get back to my room for some "me" time. It will be every bit of 10 before I get back though, I have a full night ahead of me.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Have a spare five minutes
Starting to fall in line with my job a little more. It's quite a bit more hectic than I envisioned it. I told myself that I would never drop "names" on here, and I will stick with that policy, but yesterday I met a very very very famous dude from an 80's rock band. He was a really cool guy and totally not what I expected. Oh, yeah, he was skinny as hell, I suppose a lot of years of over-indulging in drugs. He was a cool guy, and I ended up getting my back-stage laminate signed by him.
So, after this weekend, I get 9 days off at home. I am really looking forward to it. Been talking with some friends back home, and I guess there was a murder in the neighborhood where my friend grew up, and her parents still live there. Murders in my town are pretty uncommon. I do have some plans with friends when I get back, and I have been talking to Amy again. I am still not too sure where I stand with her. We are friends, but friends who took things to a different level. Not that I haven't done those kinds of things with my other friends, but with Amy it was different. It was more like a weekend getaway with a lover, and not friends having fun. At least that's how it felt to me.
More rambling here.................I got to drive some really, really, really cool cars yesterday. There is an exotic car dealership here where I am, and he has a pretty high presence in this market. Anyways, he has some of his "show cars" at this expo, and yesterday morning he came and took me, "the Rocker", a Portugese Playboy Playmate and some other people to his car lot and let us drive some of his cars. I drove a 1992 Ferrari F40 (I could barely change gears, the clutch was super stiff), A 2010 Audi R8 (the absolute best car of the day), a 1989 Lamborghini Countach, and a 2010 Chevy Duramax with a 12" lift, and a 1000+HP engine. So, yeah, that was pretty cool. I took the Audi and the Lambo on the freeway and got to open them up a little, but the Ferrari was too hard to drive and the Duramax scared the shit out of me. Yeah, a small town chick who is scared of a pickup, but you had to see it to believe it.
On a completely different note.............I was stuck backstage with a know-it-all salesman fuckhead from some diesel additive company yesterday, and he starts grilling me about politics. I don't like talking politics or religion with anyone, it just never ends well, and told him so. He kept on with me, and we ended up getting in a pretty heated discussion. Problem was, he was an idiot! I am not saying that because he disagreed with me, I am saying it because he was an ignorant fuck who thought he knew it all, and didn't. I know where I stand, and no salesman is going to change my mind with his idiot arguments right out of the left-wing playbook. Anyhow................I am very opinionated, enough said.
So, after this weekend, I get 9 days off at home. I am really looking forward to it. Been talking with some friends back home, and I guess there was a murder in the neighborhood where my friend grew up, and her parents still live there. Murders in my town are pretty uncommon. I do have some plans with friends when I get back, and I have been talking to Amy again. I am still not too sure where I stand with her. We are friends, but friends who took things to a different level. Not that I haven't done those kinds of things with my other friends, but with Amy it was different. It was more like a weekend getaway with a lover, and not friends having fun. At least that's how it felt to me.
More rambling here.................I got to drive some really, really, really cool cars yesterday. There is an exotic car dealership here where I am, and he has a pretty high presence in this market. Anyways, he has some of his "show cars" at this expo, and yesterday morning he came and took me, "the Rocker", a Portugese Playboy Playmate and some other people to his car lot and let us drive some of his cars. I drove a 1992 Ferrari F40 (I could barely change gears, the clutch was super stiff), A 2010 Audi R8 (the absolute best car of the day), a 1989 Lamborghini Countach, and a 2010 Chevy Duramax with a 12" lift, and a 1000+HP engine. So, yeah, that was pretty cool. I took the Audi and the Lambo on the freeway and got to open them up a little, but the Ferrari was too hard to drive and the Duramax scared the shit out of me. Yeah, a small town chick who is scared of a pickup, but you had to see it to believe it.
On a completely different note.............I was stuck backstage with a know-it-all salesman fuckhead from some diesel additive company yesterday, and he starts grilling me about politics. I don't like talking politics or religion with anyone, it just never ends well, and told him so. He kept on with me, and we ended up getting in a pretty heated discussion. Problem was, he was an idiot! I am not saying that because he disagreed with me, I am saying it because he was an ignorant fuck who thought he knew it all, and didn't. I know where I stand, and no salesman is going to change my mind with his idiot arguments right out of the left-wing playbook. Anyhow................I am very opinionated, enough said.
Monday, March 21, 2011
COMMENTS
So, I got to looking at the stats for my blog, and I realized that there were a ton more people reading it than were leaving comments. So, I have one little request................
If you read my blog, I don't expect long comments or anything, but if you would put your location and gender as a quick comment, that would be cool. It's so cool to know that people are reading my blog, I would just love to know where you are from :-)
Also, I just want everyone to know that if they ask me a question on here, I will ALWAYS answer it.
Hugs and mucho kisses! Sammie
If you read my blog, I don't expect long comments or anything, but if you would put your location and gender as a quick comment, that would be cool. It's so cool to know that people are reading my blog, I would just love to know where you are from :-)
Also, I just want everyone to know that if they ask me a question on here, I will ALWAYS answer it.
Hugs and mucho kisses! Sammie
Feeling slutty, and not in a good way either.................
I had a good time (as it was happening), but I feel SO SO SO bad now that I want to puke. I have some real soul searching to do after last night............I think, for sure this time, that I might be a lesbian. Yeah, I know, I have tossed around the idea for a long time now, but always just thought it was a phase. I am sure now that it's not. So, here goes..................I fucked a guy last night.
So, I took some clients out to a late dinner last night. There were 8 of us in all. There were 4 women, including myself, and 4 guys. 2 of them were couples. Anyways, I wasn't going to drink because I still haven't been able to get on top of my headaches (thinking I may need to go to the eye doctor, been 3 years), but I ended up having 4 or 5 drinks and a couple of shots. I was talking to one of the guys their, Erik, and we kind of hit it off, and were getting along quite well. So, the group starts to get ancy, and I know that it's time for everyone to start going their seperate ways. I was feeling pretty good at that point, too good actually.
Erik is mid thirties, a little over 6', good looking, muscular, dark hair, blue eyes, ex-marine, and has about $10,000 in ink on his body. So, him and I shared a car with another couple on the way back to the hotel. There was mostly small talk, and I mostly went through old emails on my phone. When we got back to the hotel, he asked if I wanted to have one more drink. I knew what he was going for, DUH!, but I was too loopy to care. He ordered us each a drink, and then came right out and asked if after the drink, I wanted to come up to his room with him and see where the night takes us. So, I came right out and asked him if he was propositioning me to fuck him. He stammered a bit, and said yes. I chugged my drink, grabbed his hand and told him that there was no time like the present.
I should have known that I wasn't going to feel good about this when I started kissing him and it just totally felt wrong. I didn't like the stubble on his face, I didn't like that he was taller, and when it came right down to it, I didn't like that he was a man. But I kept going.
It started out with oral sex, he went down on me. He knew what he was doing, but I just couldn't get past the stubble on his face. So I went down on him............Now I have to be honest here.........I really, really used to enjoy sucking cock. I mean, I was good at it, I knew how to swallow, and could usually get a guy to cum (if I wanted to) in under 5 minutes, easy. I really tried to make myself enjoy it, but I resorted to just making sure he enjoyed it. I made him cum in under 3 minutes (I have a way of counting, don't ask. LOL). I didn't swallow, but he covered my chin, neck and chest, and had to turn away when I started to gag.
I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, and brought out a warm wash cloth to clean him up, and almost immediately, was hard again. Now, I haven't thought about condoms in like FUCKING FOREVER, but also knew I wasn't fucking him without one. Wouldn't you know it, he had some. LOL.
So, we started out missionary, which moved to me on top. But I really had a hard time looking down at him so, we moved to doggie style. With him behind me, I started getting in to it more and more and actually was starting to enjoy it. I knew my pussy was really wet by this point, so I pulled off of him, and lay down on the bed. I used my juices to lube up my ass really well and you should have seen the look on his face when I told him I wanted him in my ass. He actually said "what did you say?", so I told him that I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. It was barely a minute later before he came again, and I knew that was it.
I got up, went back in to the bathroom, washed myself off in the shower really quick, got dressed and said thank you for the good time, and walked out.
I made myself cum when I got back in to the room, and then fell asleep. I woke up this morning feeling like shit. I haven't fucked a guy in I don't know how long, and it just doesn't feel right any more.
So, I took some clients out to a late dinner last night. There were 8 of us in all. There were 4 women, including myself, and 4 guys. 2 of them were couples. Anyways, I wasn't going to drink because I still haven't been able to get on top of my headaches (thinking I may need to go to the eye doctor, been 3 years), but I ended up having 4 or 5 drinks and a couple of shots. I was talking to one of the guys their, Erik, and we kind of hit it off, and were getting along quite well. So, the group starts to get ancy, and I know that it's time for everyone to start going their seperate ways. I was feeling pretty good at that point, too good actually.
Erik is mid thirties, a little over 6', good looking, muscular, dark hair, blue eyes, ex-marine, and has about $10,000 in ink on his body. So, him and I shared a car with another couple on the way back to the hotel. There was mostly small talk, and I mostly went through old emails on my phone. When we got back to the hotel, he asked if I wanted to have one more drink. I knew what he was going for, DUH!, but I was too loopy to care. He ordered us each a drink, and then came right out and asked if after the drink, I wanted to come up to his room with him and see where the night takes us. So, I came right out and asked him if he was propositioning me to fuck him. He stammered a bit, and said yes. I chugged my drink, grabbed his hand and told him that there was no time like the present.
I should have known that I wasn't going to feel good about this when I started kissing him and it just totally felt wrong. I didn't like the stubble on his face, I didn't like that he was taller, and when it came right down to it, I didn't like that he was a man. But I kept going.
It started out with oral sex, he went down on me. He knew what he was doing, but I just couldn't get past the stubble on his face. So I went down on him............Now I have to be honest here.........I really, really used to enjoy sucking cock. I mean, I was good at it, I knew how to swallow, and could usually get a guy to cum (if I wanted to) in under 5 minutes, easy. I really tried to make myself enjoy it, but I resorted to just making sure he enjoyed it. I made him cum in under 3 minutes (I have a way of counting, don't ask. LOL). I didn't swallow, but he covered my chin, neck and chest, and had to turn away when I started to gag.
I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, and brought out a warm wash cloth to clean him up, and almost immediately, was hard again. Now, I haven't thought about condoms in like FUCKING FOREVER, but also knew I wasn't fucking him without one. Wouldn't you know it, he had some. LOL.
So, we started out missionary, which moved to me on top. But I really had a hard time looking down at him so, we moved to doggie style. With him behind me, I started getting in to it more and more and actually was starting to enjoy it. I knew my pussy was really wet by this point, so I pulled off of him, and lay down on the bed. I used my juices to lube up my ass really well and you should have seen the look on his face when I told him I wanted him in my ass. He actually said "what did you say?", so I told him that I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. It was barely a minute later before he came again, and I knew that was it.
I got up, went back in to the bathroom, washed myself off in the shower really quick, got dressed and said thank you for the good time, and walked out.
I made myself cum when I got back in to the room, and then fell asleep. I woke up this morning feeling like shit. I haven't fucked a guy in I don't know how long, and it just doesn't feel right any more.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Had a great time last night, but job is freaking me out. (started this the other day, Sorry)
So, for those of you that read my blog (All 2 of you, LOL), I found out that the massage that I got was called a "Yoni" massage. You can Google it if you have any questions, but yeah, I had my Yoni massaged.
So, I have been working a automobile expo and car show since Sunday. Most of the events don't kick off until tomorrow, but there have been some symposiums and trainings for various automobile trades since yesterday, with a private, invitation only car show tonight. So, anyhow, yesterday I go to the airport to pick up an actress/model (that I have never heard of) that will be "eyecandy" at this car show/auction deal. So, she calls me when she lands, and I tell where the car will meet here, etc.
I didn't recognize her at first, and it was not that big of deal really. There are thousands of actresses/models and although I needed to treat her like a VIP/Guest of the company, I didn't feel like I needed to fall all over her like she was Lady GaGa or something. So, we don't say much in the ride back to the hotel, she is on the phone with a friend most of the time we are in the car, but when we get to the hotel, and I get her checked in, she becomes Chatty Cathy.
She asks me about where there was a place to party, places to eat, places to see, etc etc. I try to explain that I am not from here, but she keeps on. Not in a rude way, but just kind of like a bored kid trying to find something to do. I tell her that I can have the concierge contact her with some things to do, she says that is "cool", and I send her on her way with my business card and my room number on the back. I tell her (not unlike I tell any of the guests/VIP's that if she needs me, feel free to call my room.).
I have a couple of hours before I have to pick up a group of "Top Salesman" from a 5 state car dealership, so I am just chilling in my room, going over schedules, checking emails, etc, when my phone rings. It is "her". She asks where WE can go for something fun. I ask her if the concierge had contacted her yet, she says yes, and he gave me a list of clubs and stuff but it all sounds boring. I am trying to be professional and act like I myself am not bored out of my mind, but she is not having any of it. I tell her that my schedule is pretty full until 3 when I pick up my last guests at the airport and try to put her off and she still is keeping on. I finally tell her when I will be back to the hotel, and to give me a call then, and I will see if I can round something up. She agrees.
I call down to the concierge, and he gives me the same ideas he gave her. I then call my "trainer", who is now back in Las Vegas getting things ready for her new baby and ask her. She tells me that it is not uncommon for VIP's and the like to want to do something fun. If I am so inclined, I can take them out, but any expense over $300 has to be approved and any expenses over $600 during the course of a week have to be approved. She tells me to go through my employee handbook and it will line all of that out, and if I have any questions, to call her back. Now it's not like I didn't know that stuff, I have read the book from cover to cover 4 times because of boredom. I just didn't realize it applied to taking people out for a good time.
So, I pick up the car salesman, and most of them were shitfaced by the time they were picked up. There were 15 guys total, and the hotel had to take 2 vans to pick them all up. The whole ride was them talking about where the nearest "gentleman's club" was, and if the hotel had a bar. They were all pretty nice and respectful, but it was a loud ride back to the hotel. I got them all checked in, gave them itinerary's, and set them up with dinner at the TGIFridays across the street.
Now for the sake of this story, I am going to call the actress/model the name "Lorie". So, I don't know how she knew, but I wasn't back in my room 30 seconds before Lorie was calling me. I answered, and she asks "so, what we going to do?" I asked if she was hungry, she said yeah, so I suggested we hop in a cab and let the cab driver take us somewhere fun to eat. She is at my room 2 minutes later, and I am in the middle of changing when she knocks on the door. I open the door with just my bra and panties on and a towel in front of me for modesty sakes, and apologize that I was trying to get ready. Lorie tells me she doesn't mind, comes right in, and starts fixing her makeup in my bathroom.
I am going to skip ahead a little bit here and not go to heavily in to details. We get taken to a Hooters by the cab driver (his idea of funny). We make the best of it, and end of having a great time there for the better part of an hour. Lorie gets recognized by a waitress, and the next thing we know, every waitress and most the guys in the bar and trying to get her autograph. They take our picture, ask for permission to hang it on the wall and then comp our entire meal and drinks. We leave Hooters and take a short cab ride to the mall. (I am not done with Hooters yet, but I will come back to that).
We spend the next 2 hours at the mall where Lorie, and I have never been with a woman who could shop like that. After buying at least something in every store we visited, we fill the trunk of the cab and head back to the hotel. So, at this point, I am thinking it's close to 9:00 local time, and I am done babysitting her. It's not like I wasn't having a good time, I have just been in a funk because of my job, and wasn't in the mood to go out on a Monday night. I help her take her bags to her room, drop them off, start to tell her goodnight, when she tells me that we are meeting a couple of the waitresses from Hooters at a nightclub at 10:30. I try to tell her no, but, yeah, I went.
So, we get to the club and there is a huge line to get in the door. The concierge put us on the list, so we went right to the front and gave my name to the door guy. I also told him but our other guests that were part of the party and would be giving my name to get in.
So, fast forward a while and it is after midnight. This club had probably 5 small VIP sections and one large one. Well, we got put in to one of the smaller ones and I was having a pretty good time. I guess there was probably a dozen of us in there (We had let some guys in, and a few more girls). I only had maybe 3 drinks all night. It wasn't the money (although each of them fuckers were like $11 a piece) and was starting to get a raging headache, but realized early on that I was in this for the long haul. I took a few Motrin and sat down away from most of the commotion. I am just chillin, watchin all the action, and I look over to see Lorie making out with one of the hooters chicks, and I wasn't the only one watching. Everyone had quite the show for a good five minutes before they got up together and went back to the dance floor.
I was talking with one of the other Hooters chicks, trying to get on top of my headache, and I see them coming back from the bathroom, and I notice Lorie putting her underwear (or what I thought were her underwear) in her little purse. I thought nothing about it really, other than wondering why she would take them off when she had a skirt on. Well, I soon found out why. Not 5 minutes later, I watched the other Hooters girl nonchalantly start to bang Lorie under her coat. Nobody else was watching this time, that I could see, and when I saw her eyes roll back in her head, I knew what had happened. LOL.
Fast forward again to about 2am. The club was closing, and people were scrambling for cabs. Everyone except for us. I had called for the car to pick us up, and the Concierge didn't disappoint again. He had made arrangements to send over a private limo to pick us up.
There weren't any booze in the car (thank god, these other girls were tanked enough as it was). The whole ride back to the hotel, Lorie and Hooters girl number one went at it. This time, Hooters didn't try to hide the fact that she was knuckle deep in Lorie while they made out. Hooters #2 and I just sat there and watched. Now, normally, I think I may have been more excited about this (It was still fun to watch), but my headache had come back even worse, and just wasn't in the mood. I put my head back and closed my eyes and was inches from falling asleep when I felt a hand on my thigh. I opened my eyes to Hooters girl #2 (Sorry, I just totally can't remember their names) looking at me with "fuck me eyes".
I would love to say that was when the night really got fun, but I just couldn't. We did kiss, and she tried to "feel me up" for lack of a better term, but she tasted like old alcohol and stale cigarettes. I really tried, because I was pretty horny, but the headache just wouldn't let go, and ended up telling her so. She was gorgeous, don't get me wrong, I just couldn't. She understood and said she was just havin fun and not to think to much in to it. However, she did give me her phone number and said that I should give her a call before I leave town.
I fall asleep in my clothes with my raging headache. My alarm goes off 2 hours later at 4:30, and after struggling to look at my schedule for the day on my too bright fucking phone, reset my alarm for 6:30 and go back to sleep. When I woke, my headache was mostly gone, and the realization that my job was freaking-me-the-fuck-out rushed back in, and within minutes was puking.
After I composed myself a bit, I took a shower and tried to call Lorie about a dozen times. She had to be at the show by 10am, when 8 finally came around, and I still couldn't get ahold of her, I went to her room. After I knocked the second time, I could hear shuffling around in the room. It was Lorie who answered the door and she looked like absolute hell, and didn't seem to care one little bit that she didn't have a stitch of clothing on.
She invited me in, and although I tried to just say what I had to, and leave, she insisted. Hooters girl was gone, and the room looked surprisingly clean and organized. After hearing her story about how she never does things like this, and how much fun it was, she got in the shower. I once again tried to excuse myself, but she wanted me to stay.
She had no modesty whatsoever, and when she came out of the shower, still dripping wet, I couldn't keep from watching her dry off. She was very very pretty, and had a great body. It was hard not to look, and she knew it. That's when she asked if I would lick her pussy. HA HA, just kidding. So, she gets ready, and watching her was like watching Michelangelo paint. Her makeup case was quite the sight to see, and the way she layered her makeup, put on different colors, blended them and the different creams and lotions she put on first................anyways, it was actually fun to watch. I actually asked her if she would show me how to do some of that, and the next thing I know, she has me wash my face with expensive looking washy stuff, and she starts putting my makeup on. I came out of there looking like a different person, and feeling like a million bucks.
Okay, so all of that happened on Monday. Lorie did her part, signed a ton of autographs and was super professional. I spent the better part of Tuesday setting things up and confirming reservations for next week in Florida. I spent most of the day at the show, but I stayed in back for the most part. It was quieter, and the only place where the WiFi worked in the building. I saw Lorie a couple of times, we exchanged pleasantries, but that was it. I stayed until 3 and went back to the hotel room to finish things up and confirm transportation back to the airport for some people, and confirm arrivals of others. That night, Lorie came and kicked it in my room and we just visited and watched TV. That's when she told me that her agent called her that day, and when she got back to LA, had an audition with Kurt Sutter (and others) for a small part in Sons Of Anarchy. We talked about that for quite a while, and she promised me that if she got the part that she would either try and get me access to the set for that day or at the very least, get me Charlie's (Jax) autograph. FUCKIN SWEET.
She flew out yesterday morning, and we have been texting back and forth ever since. She is a cool chick, and hopefully a new friend. I have to be in the LA area in July, and she wants to get together and she will show me the sights and introduce me to some cool people. If we are still in contact by then, I will definitely take her up on that.
One last thing, I got a note when I got back to the hotel today that a "Miss Holly" had left a message to call her. I haven't decided if I will yet, but I will let you know.
So, I have been working a automobile expo and car show since Sunday. Most of the events don't kick off until tomorrow, but there have been some symposiums and trainings for various automobile trades since yesterday, with a private, invitation only car show tonight. So, anyhow, yesterday I go to the airport to pick up an actress/model (that I have never heard of) that will be "eyecandy" at this car show/auction deal. So, she calls me when she lands, and I tell where the car will meet here, etc.
I didn't recognize her at first, and it was not that big of deal really. There are thousands of actresses/models and although I needed to treat her like a VIP/Guest of the company, I didn't feel like I needed to fall all over her like she was Lady GaGa or something. So, we don't say much in the ride back to the hotel, she is on the phone with a friend most of the time we are in the car, but when we get to the hotel, and I get her checked in, she becomes Chatty Cathy.
She asks me about where there was a place to party, places to eat, places to see, etc etc. I try to explain that I am not from here, but she keeps on. Not in a rude way, but just kind of like a bored kid trying to find something to do. I tell her that I can have the concierge contact her with some things to do, she says that is "cool", and I send her on her way with my business card and my room number on the back. I tell her (not unlike I tell any of the guests/VIP's that if she needs me, feel free to call my room.).
I have a couple of hours before I have to pick up a group of "Top Salesman" from a 5 state car dealership, so I am just chilling in my room, going over schedules, checking emails, etc, when my phone rings. It is "her". She asks where WE can go for something fun. I ask her if the concierge had contacted her yet, she says yes, and he gave me a list of clubs and stuff but it all sounds boring. I am trying to be professional and act like I myself am not bored out of my mind, but she is not having any of it. I tell her that my schedule is pretty full until 3 when I pick up my last guests at the airport and try to put her off and she still is keeping on. I finally tell her when I will be back to the hotel, and to give me a call then, and I will see if I can round something up. She agrees.
I call down to the concierge, and he gives me the same ideas he gave her. I then call my "trainer", who is now back in Las Vegas getting things ready for her new baby and ask her. She tells me that it is not uncommon for VIP's and the like to want to do something fun. If I am so inclined, I can take them out, but any expense over $300 has to be approved and any expenses over $600 during the course of a week have to be approved. She tells me to go through my employee handbook and it will line all of that out, and if I have any questions, to call her back. Now it's not like I didn't know that stuff, I have read the book from cover to cover 4 times because of boredom. I just didn't realize it applied to taking people out for a good time.
So, I pick up the car salesman, and most of them were shitfaced by the time they were picked up. There were 15 guys total, and the hotel had to take 2 vans to pick them all up. The whole ride was them talking about where the nearest "gentleman's club" was, and if the hotel had a bar. They were all pretty nice and respectful, but it was a loud ride back to the hotel. I got them all checked in, gave them itinerary's, and set them up with dinner at the TGIFridays across the street.
Now for the sake of this story, I am going to call the actress/model the name "Lorie". So, I don't know how she knew, but I wasn't back in my room 30 seconds before Lorie was calling me. I answered, and she asks "so, what we going to do?" I asked if she was hungry, she said yeah, so I suggested we hop in a cab and let the cab driver take us somewhere fun to eat. She is at my room 2 minutes later, and I am in the middle of changing when she knocks on the door. I open the door with just my bra and panties on and a towel in front of me for modesty sakes, and apologize that I was trying to get ready. Lorie tells me she doesn't mind, comes right in, and starts fixing her makeup in my bathroom.
I am going to skip ahead a little bit here and not go to heavily in to details. We get taken to a Hooters by the cab driver (his idea of funny). We make the best of it, and end of having a great time there for the better part of an hour. Lorie gets recognized by a waitress, and the next thing we know, every waitress and most the guys in the bar and trying to get her autograph. They take our picture, ask for permission to hang it on the wall and then comp our entire meal and drinks. We leave Hooters and take a short cab ride to the mall. (I am not done with Hooters yet, but I will come back to that).
We spend the next 2 hours at the mall where Lorie, and I have never been with a woman who could shop like that. After buying at least something in every store we visited, we fill the trunk of the cab and head back to the hotel. So, at this point, I am thinking it's close to 9:00 local time, and I am done babysitting her. It's not like I wasn't having a good time, I have just been in a funk because of my job, and wasn't in the mood to go out on a Monday night. I help her take her bags to her room, drop them off, start to tell her goodnight, when she tells me that we are meeting a couple of the waitresses from Hooters at a nightclub at 10:30. I try to tell her no, but, yeah, I went.
So, we get to the club and there is a huge line to get in the door. The concierge put us on the list, so we went right to the front and gave my name to the door guy. I also told him but our other guests that were part of the party and would be giving my name to get in.
So, fast forward a while and it is after midnight. This club had probably 5 small VIP sections and one large one. Well, we got put in to one of the smaller ones and I was having a pretty good time. I guess there was probably a dozen of us in there (We had let some guys in, and a few more girls). I only had maybe 3 drinks all night. It wasn't the money (although each of them fuckers were like $11 a piece) and was starting to get a raging headache, but realized early on that I was in this for the long haul. I took a few Motrin and sat down away from most of the commotion. I am just chillin, watchin all the action, and I look over to see Lorie making out with one of the hooters chicks, and I wasn't the only one watching. Everyone had quite the show for a good five minutes before they got up together and went back to the dance floor.
I was talking with one of the other Hooters chicks, trying to get on top of my headache, and I see them coming back from the bathroom, and I notice Lorie putting her underwear (or what I thought were her underwear) in her little purse. I thought nothing about it really, other than wondering why she would take them off when she had a skirt on. Well, I soon found out why. Not 5 minutes later, I watched the other Hooters girl nonchalantly start to bang Lorie under her coat. Nobody else was watching this time, that I could see, and when I saw her eyes roll back in her head, I knew what had happened. LOL.
Fast forward again to about 2am. The club was closing, and people were scrambling for cabs. Everyone except for us. I had called for the car to pick us up, and the Concierge didn't disappoint again. He had made arrangements to send over a private limo to pick us up.
There weren't any booze in the car (thank god, these other girls were tanked enough as it was). The whole ride back to the hotel, Lorie and Hooters girl number one went at it. This time, Hooters didn't try to hide the fact that she was knuckle deep in Lorie while they made out. Hooters #2 and I just sat there and watched. Now, normally, I think I may have been more excited about this (It was still fun to watch), but my headache had come back even worse, and just wasn't in the mood. I put my head back and closed my eyes and was inches from falling asleep when I felt a hand on my thigh. I opened my eyes to Hooters girl #2 (Sorry, I just totally can't remember their names) looking at me with "fuck me eyes".
I would love to say that was when the night really got fun, but I just couldn't. We did kiss, and she tried to "feel me up" for lack of a better term, but she tasted like old alcohol and stale cigarettes. I really tried, because I was pretty horny, but the headache just wouldn't let go, and ended up telling her so. She was gorgeous, don't get me wrong, I just couldn't. She understood and said she was just havin fun and not to think to much in to it. However, she did give me her phone number and said that I should give her a call before I leave town.
I fall asleep in my clothes with my raging headache. My alarm goes off 2 hours later at 4:30, and after struggling to look at my schedule for the day on my too bright fucking phone, reset my alarm for 6:30 and go back to sleep. When I woke, my headache was mostly gone, and the realization that my job was freaking-me-the-fuck-out rushed back in, and within minutes was puking.
After I composed myself a bit, I took a shower and tried to call Lorie about a dozen times. She had to be at the show by 10am, when 8 finally came around, and I still couldn't get ahold of her, I went to her room. After I knocked the second time, I could hear shuffling around in the room. It was Lorie who answered the door and she looked like absolute hell, and didn't seem to care one little bit that she didn't have a stitch of clothing on.
She invited me in, and although I tried to just say what I had to, and leave, she insisted. Hooters girl was gone, and the room looked surprisingly clean and organized. After hearing her story about how she never does things like this, and how much fun it was, she got in the shower. I once again tried to excuse myself, but she wanted me to stay.
She had no modesty whatsoever, and when she came out of the shower, still dripping wet, I couldn't keep from watching her dry off. She was very very pretty, and had a great body. It was hard not to look, and she knew it. That's when she asked if I would lick her pussy. HA HA, just kidding. So, she gets ready, and watching her was like watching Michelangelo paint. Her makeup case was quite the sight to see, and the way she layered her makeup, put on different colors, blended them and the different creams and lotions she put on first................anyways, it was actually fun to watch. I actually asked her if she would show me how to do some of that, and the next thing I know, she has me wash my face with expensive looking washy stuff, and she starts putting my makeup on. I came out of there looking like a different person, and feeling like a million bucks.
Okay, so all of that happened on Monday. Lorie did her part, signed a ton of autographs and was super professional. I spent the better part of Tuesday setting things up and confirming reservations for next week in Florida. I spent most of the day at the show, but I stayed in back for the most part. It was quieter, and the only place where the WiFi worked in the building. I saw Lorie a couple of times, we exchanged pleasantries, but that was it. I stayed until 3 and went back to the hotel room to finish things up and confirm transportation back to the airport for some people, and confirm arrivals of others. That night, Lorie came and kicked it in my room and we just visited and watched TV. That's when she told me that her agent called her that day, and when she got back to LA, had an audition with Kurt Sutter (and others) for a small part in Sons Of Anarchy. We talked about that for quite a while, and she promised me that if she got the part that she would either try and get me access to the set for that day or at the very least, get me Charlie's (Jax) autograph. FUCKIN SWEET.
She flew out yesterday morning, and we have been texting back and forth ever since. She is a cool chick, and hopefully a new friend. I have to be in the LA area in July, and she wants to get together and she will show me the sights and introduce me to some cool people. If we are still in contact by then, I will definitely take her up on that.
One last thing, I got a note when I got back to the hotel today that a "Miss Holly" had left a message to call her. I haven't decided if I will yet, but I will let you know.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
A whirlwind week.
So, I fly in to my destination, and I am met by a hotel limousine, which I later find out is not completely uncommon. My trainer meets me in the lobby and helps me check in, stow my bags in my room, and we walk down the street to a restaurant for a late lunch. So, as we walk, she is toting a 2 big bags, and we when get seated, hands me one of the bags. It's a laptop bag with, well obviously a laptop, but also an Ipad, a new Verizon Iphone, 3 credit cards in my name, and 75 to 100 rewards cards from hotels, rental car agencies, etc.
So, we have a quick lunch, and I am thrust in to fire feet first. She has been very helpful, and seems to know just about everyone we run in to. It's amazing what I have learned from her. For instance, there are a lot of hotels where I would stay for a week. She tips her housekeeping staff. I have never ever ever thought of doing that, but she gets anything she wants from them, they all know her by name and she is treated like a queen. The Concierge where we stayed on the first trip knew her by name, made reservations for us at this mega-exclusive restaurant where the meal for both of us would have cost in excess of $200 had it not been picked up for us by the hotel, and when we got back, she tipped him $50. She said she won't tip him again until we leave, but those tips get her triple their value.
So, we get to our next destination, and we have a full day to relax and do nothing, and I am just fuckin fried. This was last Wednesday I think. Anyhow, we land at 10:30, I check in to my room, take a hot bath and crash until about 7 that night. I take a shower, get dressed, answer some text messages, and call my trainer. I ask if she wants to get something for dinner, she tells me she has already eaten, but that I should call room service that they have the best "fill-in-the-blank". I tell her that I want to get out for a bit, and she tells me to go down to the front counter, ask them to call me a cab, and ask them to recommend a great place to eat. I thank her, go downstairs, walk outside, light up a cigarette, and see a Taco Bell down the street. I go back inside, ask the clerk if this is a safe neighborhood and if it was okay to walk to Taco Bell, and they use my name when answering, and say it is fine.
So, I go eat, am walking back, and my trainer calls. She asks to meet me in the lounge so we can discuss the upcoming events, and help me help myself to take care of everything on my own. We sit in the lounge till almost 9:30 local time when the place starts filling up, and we decide to call it a night. I finish my drink, go outside to have a cigarette, and as I am walking back in, I ask the clerk if she has a newspaper from today. She does, and while making small talk, says that I look really tired. I explain that I am a total wreck, can't seem to catch up on sleep, and I am sore from head to toe from going going going 16 hours a day. She tells me to enjoy the rest of my evening, and I go back up to the room where I take another bath, and fall asleep watching TV by 11:00. My alarm goes off at 4:30, I get up, get ready and go downstairs to meet my trainer for breakfast. By the time we are done with breakfast, our day is already starting.
So, I am back at the hotel 4 or 5 times that day helping VIP's and clients get checked in, when the Concierge comes up to me, hands me a card with a ladies name on it, and says that when I get back tonight, call her and she will come to my room and give me the greatest massage known to man, and it is compliments of the hotel. I have only done professional massages a couple of times, and although I left relaxed, it was just not something I really cared all that much for. I put the card in my purse and had decided that I wasn't going to bother with it. By the time I get back to the hotel, it's 8:30 and am so ready to totally crash. In the elevator going up, I decide to see if the massage lady is available.
She tells me she can be at my room by 9:30, and tells me that the concierge has already taken care of the fees. So, I shower, get dressed and fell asleep by the time she knocked on my door. She introduces herself, and she is in her mid-thirties, almost 6' tall, and looks a bit like Chyna, the wrestler, except with red hair. She asks me to go undress down to nothing, and come back out with a towel on. When I come out of the bathroom, the lights are off, and she has some candles going with some soft Chinese kind of music. She has a table already set up with some soft blankets. She asks me to undo the towel but keep it on as I lie down. She covers me with blankets, and pull the towel out from underneath.
I lost track of time because I actually fell asleep a couple of times. It was AWESOME. So, I think it had been about 45 minutes or so, when she asks me to flip over. I do as she asks, she starts massaging my legs, my arms, my hands, etc...when she asks if I would like a "Yanni?" massage. At least I think that's what she says. I say yes before I really have a chance to think about it, trying not to act like a dumb Idaho hick. She lift the blanket up above my waist and starts massaging my inner thighs. LIKE MY INNER THIGHS, LIKE RIGHT NEXT TO MY PUSSY!!! So, I start to tense up a little bit, not knowing what is happening when I find myself starting to enjoy it. I am still a bit apprehensive, but all in all it's all good. So, I am thinking to myself that Yanni must be the area right at the edge of the inner thighs and after about five minutes, I feel myself getting wet. Now I am really becoming uncomfortable because I just know that somehow I am going to start leaking or something, or she is going to see me getting wet.................AAAAH!. I hear her pop open the oil again, and she start pouring it "my mound" for lack of a better word. I can feel the oil start to make it's way down between my lips and inside I am screaming. I don't want to say anything, but I do. She starts massaging up above and before I know it she has is massaging my clit. This big-ass red head is fucking fingering me! But it's totally not like anything I have felt before. It almost feels "clinical". She has a rhythm, and a process that she is going through, and I can feel myself relaxing from my hair down to my toes. Then, without warning, she actually sticks one, then two fingers just inside my pussy. With her thumb, she is massaging my clit, and minutes later, I have an orgasm. She acts like this is nothing new, wipes her hands off with a towel, and finishes with rubbing my neck and my head. She goes in to the bathroom and for me to take my time getting up, and to knock on the door when I am done.
My head is swimming, but I am more relaxed than I have been in MONTHS. I get up, wrap the towel around me, and grab $20 from my purse. I knock on the door, try to hand her the $20, she refuses saying that it has all been taken care of. She hands me a bottle of water, (Don't know where she got it), tells me to drink all of it, and try to drink another before I go to bed, packs up her stuff, and hands me another card and tells me that if I should ever need her services again, to give her a call.
DAMN, I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN.
So, we have a quick lunch, and I am thrust in to fire feet first. She has been very helpful, and seems to know just about everyone we run in to. It's amazing what I have learned from her. For instance, there are a lot of hotels where I would stay for a week. She tips her housekeeping staff. I have never ever ever thought of doing that, but she gets anything she wants from them, they all know her by name and she is treated like a queen. The Concierge where we stayed on the first trip knew her by name, made reservations for us at this mega-exclusive restaurant where the meal for both of us would have cost in excess of $200 had it not been picked up for us by the hotel, and when we got back, she tipped him $50. She said she won't tip him again until we leave, but those tips get her triple their value.
So, we get to our next destination, and we have a full day to relax and do nothing, and I am just fuckin fried. This was last Wednesday I think. Anyhow, we land at 10:30, I check in to my room, take a hot bath and crash until about 7 that night. I take a shower, get dressed, answer some text messages, and call my trainer. I ask if she wants to get something for dinner, she tells me she has already eaten, but that I should call room service that they have the best "fill-in-the-blank". I tell her that I want to get out for a bit, and she tells me to go down to the front counter, ask them to call me a cab, and ask them to recommend a great place to eat. I thank her, go downstairs, walk outside, light up a cigarette, and see a Taco Bell down the street. I go back inside, ask the clerk if this is a safe neighborhood and if it was okay to walk to Taco Bell, and they use my name when answering, and say it is fine.
So, I go eat, am walking back, and my trainer calls. She asks to meet me in the lounge so we can discuss the upcoming events, and help me help myself to take care of everything on my own. We sit in the lounge till almost 9:30 local time when the place starts filling up, and we decide to call it a night. I finish my drink, go outside to have a cigarette, and as I am walking back in, I ask the clerk if she has a newspaper from today. She does, and while making small talk, says that I look really tired. I explain that I am a total wreck, can't seem to catch up on sleep, and I am sore from head to toe from going going going 16 hours a day. She tells me to enjoy the rest of my evening, and I go back up to the room where I take another bath, and fall asleep watching TV by 11:00. My alarm goes off at 4:30, I get up, get ready and go downstairs to meet my trainer for breakfast. By the time we are done with breakfast, our day is already starting.
So, I am back at the hotel 4 or 5 times that day helping VIP's and clients get checked in, when the Concierge comes up to me, hands me a card with a ladies name on it, and says that when I get back tonight, call her and she will come to my room and give me the greatest massage known to man, and it is compliments of the hotel. I have only done professional massages a couple of times, and although I left relaxed, it was just not something I really cared all that much for. I put the card in my purse and had decided that I wasn't going to bother with it. By the time I get back to the hotel, it's 8:30 and am so ready to totally crash. In the elevator going up, I decide to see if the massage lady is available.
She tells me she can be at my room by 9:30, and tells me that the concierge has already taken care of the fees. So, I shower, get dressed and fell asleep by the time she knocked on my door. She introduces herself, and she is in her mid-thirties, almost 6' tall, and looks a bit like Chyna, the wrestler, except with red hair. She asks me to go undress down to nothing, and come back out with a towel on. When I come out of the bathroom, the lights are off, and she has some candles going with some soft Chinese kind of music. She has a table already set up with some soft blankets. She asks me to undo the towel but keep it on as I lie down. She covers me with blankets, and pull the towel out from underneath.
I lost track of time because I actually fell asleep a couple of times. It was AWESOME. So, I think it had been about 45 minutes or so, when she asks me to flip over. I do as she asks, she starts massaging my legs, my arms, my hands, etc...when she asks if I would like a "Yanni?" massage. At least I think that's what she says. I say yes before I really have a chance to think about it, trying not to act like a dumb Idaho hick. She lift the blanket up above my waist and starts massaging my inner thighs. LIKE MY INNER THIGHS, LIKE RIGHT NEXT TO MY PUSSY!!! So, I start to tense up a little bit, not knowing what is happening when I find myself starting to enjoy it. I am still a bit apprehensive, but all in all it's all good. So, I am thinking to myself that Yanni must be the area right at the edge of the inner thighs and after about five minutes, I feel myself getting wet. Now I am really becoming uncomfortable because I just know that somehow I am going to start leaking or something, or she is going to see me getting wet.................AAAAH!. I hear her pop open the oil again, and she start pouring it "my mound" for lack of a better word. I can feel the oil start to make it's way down between my lips and inside I am screaming. I don't want to say anything, but I do. She starts massaging up above and before I know it she has is massaging my clit. This big-ass red head is fucking fingering me! But it's totally not like anything I have felt before. It almost feels "clinical". She has a rhythm, and a process that she is going through, and I can feel myself relaxing from my hair down to my toes. Then, without warning, she actually sticks one, then two fingers just inside my pussy. With her thumb, she is massaging my clit, and minutes later, I have an orgasm. She acts like this is nothing new, wipes her hands off with a towel, and finishes with rubbing my neck and my head. She goes in to the bathroom and for me to take my time getting up, and to knock on the door when I am done.
My head is swimming, but I am more relaxed than I have been in MONTHS. I get up, wrap the towel around me, and grab $20 from my purse. I knock on the door, try to hand her the $20, she refuses saying that it has all been taken care of. She hands me a bottle of water, (Don't know where she got it), tells me to drink all of it, and try to drink another before I go to bed, packs up her stuff, and hands me another card and tells me that if I should ever need her services again, to give her a call.
DAMN, I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN.
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