Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:40 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 282 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.282 By Master Wade Desert Heat Kouros and Barbara Chapter One Maria and I took a driving vacation last summer across the lower half of the country. It was a fabulous trip, giving us an opportunity to visit New Orleans together and many other places we had looked forward to going to with each other. Oddly enough, one of the most exciting parts of our vacation took place not in New Orleans, or some other large city, but instead in a small little town in the Arizona desert. We enjoyed our drive through the desert. For one thing it gave us an opportunity to stop occasionally and let our big dog Kouros get some exercise. Kouros was not a bad traveling companion at all, but he did grow restless from time to time. And, believe me, you don't want a restless 135 pound dog in the car with you. Looking back now, we were a bit cavalier about our drive across the baren stretches of Arizona. The towns were few and far between in spots, and we did very little planning prior to crossing that part of the state. We were fortunate to find places to stay at night, even though they were pretty much dives at times. On one of those nights we stopped in a little town that was little more than a gas stop. There was a service station, a beat up old motel, and a restaurant. Supposedly there were some homes nearby too, but none could be seen from this little congregation of buildings. The motel room was livable, for one night, anyway, and the manager didn't mind us letting Kouros share the room with us, which was a pleasant change. After getting a bite to eat in the restaurant, we went into the little bar that adjoined it for a bit before heading to our room. It was nearly empty, with just one girl at the bar and a few men around one of the small tables. We'd been there only a little while and were nursing our drinks when the girl at the other end of the bar came over and began making conversation with Maria. She wasn't a bad looking girl; in her late twenties, I'd say, with very dark hair and a nicely shaped body. She was Hispanic, and I suppose that's one of the reasons she was drawn to my girl. After a bit of introductory conversation, she asked me if I would mind if Maria danced with her. She said she loved to dance, but didn't dance with the men in the bar because they always got carried away and wanted more than dancing. Maria seemed enthusiastic about it, so I gave my consent and moved to one of the booth's near the jukebox as they dropped some coins and selected a slow dance number. I must tell you, it was hot watching these two. They looked really good in each other's arms, and the slow soulful song they danced to gave them the opportunity to move their bodies against each other in that kind of slow grind that is always so appealing. I wasn't sure how the other men would respond to that, but they were too busy drinking to pay much attention. To each his own, I always say. It suited me fine and gave the girl's more freedom to enjoy their closeness. When the first song was over they came back to the booth and enjoyed some more of their drinks. I suggested they dance some more, and told them how exciting it was to watch. Maria knew how much I loved to see her dance with women, and of course was eager to please me. The other girl, Barbara (naturally), seemed pleased that I was enjoying it so much, and they quickly took to the dance floor again. Maria, delightful little bi-girl that she is, began exploring Barbara's body with her hands as they danced, and winked at me over her shoulder. I grinned back, knowing where this was heading, and becoming even more excited about it all. I watched as Maria's hand moved down Barbara's hip and caressed the curves of her ass, and swallowed hard when I saw my girl kiss Barbara's neck softly and sensuously. She whispered something in Barbara's ear, and I saw Barbara's hands move lower on my girl's body as well, touching her freely and pulling her even closer to her. By this time the men had left, and it was only the three of us and the bartender, who seemed oblivious to anything that happened beyond the bar itself. I had a bit of a buzz on from the drinks, and was finding this Barbara more and more attractive all the time. Finally, I decided I needed to dance a little bit myself. I cut in. "Maria, I hope you won't mind if I dance just the rest of this number with my girl. Please don't go away...I just want to get in one dance with her before the night is out," I said, smiling. "Of course not," she said, smiling back and moving out of Maria's arms. "And no, I'm not going anywhere." She sat down at the booth and watched us. "God, you're making me hot," I said, as I pulled Maria's body against mine and began dancing with her. "I'm hot too, Master," she said, pressing her breasts against me and moving her hips sensuously. "I'm soooo wet! I want her, Master." "Good, little piece. I want her too. Would you like to watch me dance with her?" "I want you to fuck her, Master", Maria whispered hotly into my ear, her Spanish accent licking through the word "fuck" like a tongue through a wet slit. "You want me to fuck the girl, Maria? Do you? Do you want me to put cum in her? She'll make me cum hard, I bet." Maria moaned softly and kissed me hard on the mouth before responding. "Yes, Master. Put cum in Barbara for me. Put it in her mouth and cunt and ass. I want to get it back from her when you're done. I want to dig cum out of her with my tongue, Master." "You're a whore, Maria," I said, my voice thick with lust and my cock raging inside my slacks. "Yes, Master. YOUR whore. Your hot little Cuban whore." The song ended, and I put more money in the jukebox. My hand shook as I worked the coins into the slot. Taking Barbara's hand, I helped her out of the booth and began dancing with her, watching Maria as she kept her eyes glued on us. There was pure lust in her eyes. Pure fuck lust. "Thank you for dancing with me," I said to Barbara, whispering into her ear as I held her closely. "I know you don't usually dance with the men." "Oh, Senor Wade, it is my pleasure to dance in your arms," she said. "Your girl has made Barbara feel many wonderful things tonight. She is beautiful and very sexy." "Yes, that she is, Barbara. She finds you very attractive as well, as do I. You feel wonderful in my arms." "Hold me tight, Senor, and feel as much of me as you wish. Your Maria has made me a hungry girl." I did as Barbara suggested, letting her young body melt against mine, kissing her freely as I allowed my hands to explore her. She was wearing a simple little sundress, and I made sure that it rose high when her back was to my girl, so that she would see her legs and the little black panties. My cock was hard and pressed belligerantly against Barbara's flat little belly. Finally that time comes when you know it's either now or never, and I guided Barbara back over the the booth and told her that Maria and I would love it if she would come to our room for a while. "Senor, forgive me for being so blunt, but the truth is that at this moment I would go anywhere with you and your girl, and do anything with you and your girl. If you were to leave me here, I would cry the rest of the night the sad tears of a lonely girl." Maria smiled and put her arm around Barbara's waist, kissing her softly on the cheek. "You're such a sweet girl, Barbara. Come...let's find out just how sweet you are." Continued in Chapter two.....