NO ORDINARY B&B

It was more like an old-fashion B&B rather than an Airbnb or a VRBO and the woman who ran it was close to my grandmother's age; about sixty-five.

I worked for a company with offices all over the New York metro area; from Suffolk County to Westchester.

My name is Seth Matland and after graduation from college, I went to work for this company in their office near my parents' home on Long Island. Occasionally, I had to go into Manhattan; I always took the train. The Long Island Expressway was a nightmare.

I was twenty-two-years-old and whenever there was work to be done that required travel into and around the city, I got chosen. It was like hazing or earning my stripes. No one wanted to deal with the trains, subways or buses.

It happened shortly before Thanksgiving. Someone needed to go to White Plains and because of the travel time, the company recommended that I stay in White Plains overnight.

The office secretary tried to book me in to a Holiday Inn or something similar, but everything was full. "Sorry Seth, the best I could do was Mrs. Hutman's B&B. It's just one night. I don't think it'll be too bad. The reviews are pretty good. Besides, you can walk from the train station, and it's right around the corner from the office."

It wasn't too bad. Mrs. Hutman was pleasant. The room was clean and she had an "honor bar" in her Victorian-style living room. My room was one of two on the first floor; on the second floor there were three rooms, one of which was a huge suite. The third floor was Mrs. Hutman's private quarters.

It was shortly after check-in that I met the other two guests for a "Happy Hour" drink. They worked for a nation-wide law firm and were in White Plains for a meeting. The woman, MaryLynn, was a short round woman, a not very attractive over-weight woman who had the suite on the second floor; right above my room. The guy, Tom, was tall and thin. Both were in their forties. We didn't have much in common.

After one drink, I said good-night, went to my room to prepare for the meetings tomorrow. I kinda' dozed off. What woke me up was the noise from above.

In the old house, the heating grates on each side of the house were connected. I couldn't hear everything from MaryLynn's room, but enough. Her bed was squeaking, and I could hear it moving on the hardwood floors.

Like I said, it wasn't loud, but if I stood close to the heating grate, which I did. "Oooooooohm yeah, Tom, your cock, oooh your cock. Fuck me, fuck me just like that. Give it to me, baby, give it to me. Your cock, oh your cock."

This continued with MaryLynn getting louder and the bed banging against the wall. "Yes, oh yes, I'd love to suck it, just not now."

Fat MaryLynn was rocking the bed, bouncing that big ass up and down. Tom must have been getting the fucking of his life.

I tried to get some sleep. It was impossible and it got me thinking about my last year in college and Samantha Westover. Words that MaryLynn upstairs were using were almost the same as Sammie used when we were fucking. "Oooooooohm yeah, Seth, your cock, oooh your cock. Fuck me, fuck me just like that. Give it to me, baby, give it to me. Your cock, oh your cock."

It was Sammie who encouraged me to eat her pussy. "Seth, after the way you eat me, my mouth can't wait to feel your big cock." I didn't know if Sammie was a good cocksucker or a good fuck. I'd only fucked a few other girls while in high school and college.

I will say this about Samantha. It was like her pussy always had an itch, and my cock slamming in and out of it was the only way to cure that itch. Ironically, and to my great pleasure, her mouth seemed to have that same itch and only my cum could satisfy that itch.

Too bad after graduation she went to grad school in California.

Sammie wasn't the only girl I had sex with. In high school there was Elizabeth Rossiter. I have to admit that the only reason I went out with her was because there was a rumor that Elizabeth Rossiter was willing to do just about anything.

She was a big fat girl with the biggest tits in the school, including the teachers.

It turns out they weren't rumors. We were making out down at the beach when I tried to feel up those tits. "Seth, I'll let you, but let me take off my bra. You don't have to tear it off."

Damn, they were big and soft. They were my first tits. Elizabeth let me feel her up for the longest time. Then it happened, "Seth, it's only fair that you let me play, too."

The next thing I know, Elizabeth had my pants unbuckled, my zipper down and her hand inside my boxers. My first tits, and now my first handjob.

Full disclosure: it didn't last long, if you know what I mean.

Shortly after that, I took her home. "Seth, I had fun tonight. If we go out again, I'd like to continue where we left off."

How could an eighteen-year-old guy resist?

It was common at the time that girls wore slacks or jeans on dates unless they were going someplace fancy. Elizabeth and I weren't going on a fancy date at all. On our next date, she wore a skirt.

As she explained, while I was feeling up those huge tits, "Seth, last week, you allowed me to get in your pants." She giggled. "I liked playing with your cock; it's only right that I allow you in my panties." She took my hand from her tit and placed it under her skirt.

Last week, Elizabeth took off her bra for me. This week she took off her panties. My first pussy. It was only with my fingers, but I'd never felt anything so warm, so wet.

Later that night, Elizabeth reminded me that she liked playing with my cock. "Seth, it was so much fun and it got so hard." In no times she had my cock out of my pants. "I think it's harder than last week."

Full disclosure: it took a lot longer than last week.

By the end of the summer . . .

TO BE CONTINUED