Author: Uther Pendragon
Title: Inn
Keywords: MF cons

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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental. 

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                               Inn
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com
 

"Welcome to Chamber's Inn, ma'am," the waitress's voice said.  
'My breasts are both large and firm,' her face said, 'not droopy 
like yours.'  "The last table was just taken, it will be a few 
minutes wait for the next one," her voice said.  'My face is this 
smooth when I wash it; even your creams and powders can't hide 
your wrinkles,' her smile said.  "Would you like to wait in the 
bar?" her voice asked.  'I'm sexy, and pretty, and *young*,' her 
eyes said.  'You're *old*.' 

"I don't think so.  Maybe this gentleman would allow me to 
share  a table." 

"I would be honored," he said.  He rose to hold her chair. 

"Ma'am, I don't think ..." the girl said. 

"That's sad, dear, but not my business.  Could I have a 
menu?" 

"Really, ma'am," the girl said, "this isn't ..." 

"You're holding some menus," he said.  "Would you be so kind 
as  to give one of them to the lady?" 

The girl looked baffled, and then gave her a menu.  "Why thank  
you, sir.  I'm Gretchen." 

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Gretchen.  I'm Walter."  
He  helped her off with her coat before he sat back down.  She 
didn't  remove her gloves, though, until they were ordering.  The 
sight  of her wedding ring seemed to bother the waitress. 

The fake-pastoral ambience of the decor didn't extend to the  
cuisine.  She ordered boef bourguignon; he ordered a steak and a  
bottle of burgundy.  "With two glasses," he added. 

Their conversation centered on the weather.  "I don't like  
driving in this snow," he said.  "I've lived my entire life in  
this area, and I don't think that I've ever seen snow this 
deep." 

"It's been a while since I learned to drive," she said, "but I  
learned in Pennsylvania.  We got snow every year, and the hills  
were steeper.  You don't forget those lessons.  What I don't  
understand is why people still believe in global warming after  
this cold snap." 

"It doesn't work that way.  The sun delivers a certain amount of 
radiation to earth.  What isn't reflected has to be reradiated, 
or we warm up.  Some of the heat is shipped all over earth before 
it is reradiated.  Our weather pattern does the shipping.  With a 
warmer ground necessary for reradiation, one would expect that 
the weather pattern would shift; we just don't know how it will 
shift.  We do know that it will result in higher *average* 
temperatures." 

"I think that this explanation could explain anything," she 
said.   "A wise man once told me that an explanation that could 
explain anything was valueless for explaining a particular 
thing." 

"He was a very wise man," he said.  "You should follow all of 
his advice.  But this explanation only predicts two things: 
higher *average* temperatures, and a *change* in the 
weather pattern.   You can hardly fault it because there was a 
change in the weather pattern.  Oh well, are you enjoying your 
food?" 

"Very much.  This is a delightful meal in delightful 
company." 

"And I'm having a lovely meal," he said, "in lovely 
company." 

When they had both refused dessert, the waitress brought them 
two checks on two little trays.  He put both checks and his 
credit card on one of the trays.  "Will there be anything else?" 
the waitress asked when she brought back his card. 

"Just some information," she answered.  "You call this an inn; 
is there some way that a couple could take a room here?" 

"The registration desk is out that way, ma'am," the girl 
seemed to be having some trouble answering.  "Go past the door 
where you came in.  I don't know if they'll take you without a  
reservation." 

"Why don't I check on that while you finish the wine?" Walter  
offered.  He went in that direction.  She finished the wine while  
the girl cleared around her.  She left a ten under her 
saucer. 

He was waiting for her with a key card, and they rode up 
together in silence.  Indeed, everything that needed to be said 
seemed to  have been said already. 

He hung up their coats in the closet before they embraced, but  
then the hug was a hungry one.  His hands roved over her back  
while she held his face in her hands.  Their tongues dueled, and  
then his explored her mouth. 

He helped her off with her clothes, no longer bothering with 
the closet, but just draping them over a chair.  He punctuated 
this with kisses to each newly-bared area.  When her brassiere 
had been tossed on the pile, he spent a long time on her breasts, 
kissing them all over before he came to her nipples.  He 
alternated on these until her arousal was apparent. 

"This is fun," she said, "but you need to deal with your 
clothes, too."  They separated.  She was in bed by the time he 
had his shoes off. 

When he joined her, lying to her right, he started over with a  
deep kiss.  While his tongue explored her mouth, his hand passed  
over her breast and belly and thigh.  She put both hands on his  
face to hold him in the kiss, then her tongue played with his.   
It followed his back into his mouth and he sucked it.  When that  
stopped, she licked all around the inside of his lips. 

He responded by stroking the inside of her thighs.  When she  
sucked his tongue, he stroked upward until he reached her 
vulva. 

She spread her legs.  Ignoring the invitation, he played with 
her  outer lips until her hips moved of their own accord.  He 
broke  the kiss to look at her more closely.  She knew that he 
could see  her desire in her face and her hard nipples.  Yet it 
was the  underside of her left breast that he chose to kiss.  He 
kissed up  that slope to its aching peak before finally parting 
her labia.   Almost immediately, though, he slipped a finger deep 
into her  tunnel.  He moved this in a circular motion, pressing 
against  each wall in turn, while his lips and tongue played with 
her  nipple. 

When he stopped his gentle play to suck directly, he withdrew 
the  finger and immediately inserted two.  She raised her knees 
as he  plumbed her depths.  He sucked as much of her breast into 
his  mouth as it could hold, then let it all slip out.  She held 
his  head against her with her right hand while stroking his side 
with  her left.  All that time, his fingers were wiggling and 
stroking  within her.  He teased her nipple with his tongue again 
until she  stiffened.  Then he sucked more strongly while his 
fingers  increased their pace. 

She dropped her hands to the bed and clawed the sheets as the  
flood of feeling roared through her.  She panted, gasped, and  
moaned.  As it passed, he abandoned her breast to gaze down at  
her.  She knew he was seeing a grimace on her face and the flush  
on her chest and breasts.  She couldn't worry about how she  
looked now, though; she was too concerned with how she felt. 

Before she had any chance to catch her breath, before the last  
aftershock hit her, he turned his hand.  His thumb touched her  
clitoris, the first time it had been touched directly since they  
had climbed into bed.  He rubbed around it, barely touched it,  
rubbed around it, stroked it more directly.  His mouth moved to  
her other breast, inhaling the nipple immediately and sucking and  
tonguing like a baby.  She felt herself climbing again,  
tightening again. 

She sobbed as she teetered on the edge, then moaned aloud as 
she tumbled over.  He stroked her while she spasmed around his  
fingers, sucked her breast while she twisted and moaned in agony  
and glory. 

Even when she collapsed, he stopped only briefly.  He kissed 
her belly once before returning to her breast.  This time he 
kissed up her right breast while his fingers wiggled deep inside 
her, stroking the top of her tunnel.  When she tensed again from 
that, he stopped that motion.  He licked her nipple while his 
thumb stroked around and over her again-sensitive clitoris.  She 
tried to keep her hips still, but she couldn't.  Immediately, he  
removed his thumb.  Again his fingers wiggled deep inside 
her. 

She didn't even try to control her hips now.  Her body was  
unbearably tense, and that motion was the only relief that she  
had.  She could hear herself gasp, and an especially hard suck on  
her nipple made her moan.  His fingers stilled immediately.  His  
thumb resumed its strokes, and his sucking became more insistent.   
The tension increased to the point of pain, she didn't think that  
she could go on like this.  She was moaning louder with every  
breath now. 

His fingers resumed their work without his thumb stopping.  He  
opened his mouth to include all of her areola and sucked until  
she was almost in pain.  Then he abandoned her breast to kiss her  
mouth.  Fingers and thumb were moving faster and faster.  She  
inhaled his air and moaned into his mouth.  Then she screamed  
into his mouth repeatedly as the passion took her, and shook her,  
and rolled through her for aeons. 

And then it was past.  She sprawled on the bed while he kissed  
her damp face.  Avoiding her mouth so she could breathe, he went  
on to scatter kisses on her heaving, mottled, chest. 

As she slowly recovered, his kisses returned to her breasts.   
Then they strayed lower.  She pulled the covers over her  
perspiration-soaked body when he stopped to clamber between her  
legs.  He kissed her thighs until she spread them wide.  Then she  
rested her hands on his head while he kissed her outer lips.  He  
licked his way to her valley.  Once there, his tongue lapped up  
her juices and teased her until more poured out. 

He snaked his hands up to hold her breasts when she stiffened  
once more.  He licked her over the edge, and then sucked her  
while she writhed under his mouth.  This time, she had nothing to  
mute her moans.  She pulled on his upper arms, but he didn't  
respond until she finally stopped writhing. 

Then he moved rapidly.  He pulled his hands back from under 
her legs and then brushed the covers far aside.  He balanced on 
his left hand while he moved up her body.  Then, looming above 
her, he used his right to open her and fit himself.  She greeted 
his entering thrust with a minor tremor.  Soon her tunnel was  
clutching around his driving member as spasmodically as her hands  
were clutching at his arms. 

He moved more and more rapidly through those spasms until his  
grunts answered her moans and his own release throbbed in time  
with hers.  A moment later, he fell sidewise.  They lay panting  
together until she summoned the strength to pull the covers over  
them both again. 

The light from the window was noticeably dimmer when her 
bladder  forced her awake.  He stirred when she eased back in the 
bed, and  then he needed to make his own trip to the bathroom.  
They snuggled when he got back. 

"Happy birthday, darling," he said. 

"Walt," she replied, "I love you dearly, and I am certainly  
enjoying this weekend.  But there is no! such! thing! as a happy  
fortieth birthday." 

"I really think that you are taking this in quite the wrong 
way, Gretch.  That poor waitress, for example.  What did she do 
to earn your anger?" 

"Be born." 

"And when," he asked "did that become a crime?" 

"In 1972." 

He couldn't help laughing at that.  "Have it your way," he 
said, "but I didn't carry on like this when I turned forty." 

"Yes, dear.  Although I remember your angst about the big 
three-O.  You didn't carry on like this, but you're not a 
woman." 

"Aren't you glad?" 

"Very!"  She snuggled closer. 

"Let me take a rain check on that," he said.  "I have to go 
get the luggage in a minute.  Where did you park the car, 
anyway?"  


     The End
     Inn
     Uther Pendragon
     nogardneprethu@gmail.com
     1998/02/07
     2001/06/04
     2002/05/02
     2004/05/05


For a quite different story featuring a quite 
different sort of deception see:
vials.txt 
Vials 


This story is coded (MF coms).

The code, cons, means that all the sex occuring in the story is 
consensual.

For more on the story codes and how to use them to find the 
sorts of stories to interest you:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/code/scfr.htm
"Story codes for readers" 


This story is indexed in the group:
wl.txt
Wedded Lust  

The directory to all my stories can be found 
at:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm