It all started on a late Sunday afternoon. Tori and I had been at a trade show in Nashville all weekend and wanted to get home as fast as possible. Unfortunately, Mother Nature had another idea for us altogether. We barely reached the city limits when the ice started building on our windshield. Dammit, I knew we should have flown instead of driving all this way, she said. I quickly agreed, and visions of being stranded in a ditch for days (or worse) during this snowstorm started to flow through my mind.
One thing for certain is that I never expected my long trade show weekend to end with a lesbian seduction that would make any MILF Porn site proud. Hell, this true story would do the old Penthouse Magazine Forum justice! “Well, we better get off this highway, and I mean fast,” Tori pleaded. OK, hun, the next exit I see, we will try and find a decent place to stay and wait this out.
While we were nearly in the “middle of nowhere,” Tori and I were able to spot some interstate lower-end chain properties that certainly looked better than any ditch for sure. Lucky for me, I was an Elite Member of an esteemed national hotel chain and was able to secure the very last room and suite upgrade at that!
Seeing my last room luck, Tori sported a disappointed look like she would have to sleep in the car or something. Don’t be silly. We’ve got a suite built for two, and whatever money we save the company sharing the room will be spent at the bar! Ha!
The ice quickly turned into snow, and it was apparent that we wouldn’t even get out for a decent meal either. Shrugging her shoulders, “Well, I sure hope the bar doesn’t run out!” I laughed as it was the only possible response not to cry about our bad weather luck.
I will change into something more comfortable than trade show attire, so give me a few minutes, and we can head down together. I don’t want a bunch of expense account drunks hitting on me and then having my boyfriend question me when I get back home. I get wild when I drink, and he knows how I get when I’m drunk!
Tori reappeared after putting on an outfit I wished she would have worn during the trade show. . . shit, we might have really increased sales with that “hot bod” to promote our products! We headed were only at the bar a few minutes before her boyfriend sent a text asking for her ETA. “I don’t know about you, but I plan to have fun now. No worries about a DUI, and I’m with a trusted co-worker,” Tori said, relieved.
“That’s the spirit,” I concurred! With that, the bartender brought us two shots on the house, and then another two were quickly behind those bought by some horny middle-aged men who were stuck in the same inclement weather predicament as we were.
While I usually prefer a nice bottle of wine, I could tell this would be a beer, shots, and whiskey kind of evening! Honestly, I felt like I was back in college again. Shame on me for not telling you about myself already. I’m in my early forties and have never been married. While I’ve been “serious” for a time or two, I always preferred a career over anything a man could give me.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love a huge cock and good fucking like any other normal horny woman. It’s just that I never found any man that didn’t try and change me or that could accept my success in the professional world. Tori, you ask? Well, she’s just finished her MBA, and this was her first time out in the real world. Let me tell you, she better not have any student loans with a body like that. She should have stripped her way through school, including room and board!
Now, back to the booze! By this time, Tori and I were the stars of the bar. Granted, the competition wasn’t much, but who doesn’t enjoy a little attention now and then? I hadn’t been “eye-fucked” that much for quite a while, and I must admit my pussy started to get moist from all the horny guys in the bar trying their best to draw our attention. In fact, I overheard one telling his buddy his wife hadn’t made his cock that hard in twenty years. Now, I hadn’t heard that one before, or since, for that matter!
Tori and I enjoyed getting to know each other as we partied like rock stars in this small town. She reminded me of myself as a “newbie” to the professional world. I cautioned her about her boyfriend, and he seemed like a “hanger-on” loser from high school who was waiting for her to bring home the bacon. Subconsciously, this was another reason I never married. I hate losers, both men and women! Here you go, ladies. . . Holy Shit, what was this our fifth or sixth shot?
OK, let’s slow it down and bring us some beer to chase these down. Neither Tori nor I had eaten, and I didn’t want to drink much more when our savior bartender brought us some appetizers from the kitchen. Perfect timing! Is there anything worse than a “no food mucho drinking hangover” the next morning? I think not!
Overall the crowd was pretty friendly, except for these two new late-arrival dudes who thought they were “all that.” They kept trying to pump booze in us, and we politely refused as we were enjoying our little bar group of legit customers who were in the same snowstorm boat as we were. However, our group kept getting smaller as it was late.
The cool bartender offered a “final final” on the house, and we agreed as long as he shared one with us. Bartender Ray brought us our last celebratory shot, and we all cheered together to say new friends and not get stuck on the way home tomorrow. Then all of a sudden, the two dudes who had been trying to get us drunk for the last hour or so appeared behind us, offering to take us to their room to show us how real men from this town treated women like us. WTF?
While I was taken aback, Tori’s quick wit stopped them dead in their tracks when she shot back, “Sure, we will go back to your room if your cocks are bigger than the strap-n dildo that I plan on fucking my step-mother with as soon as we get back to our room. I wish I had had a camera, as I would have shut down YouTube with all the views, comments, and thumbs up from the slam of a lifetime.
Talk about going viral! Ha! Then to make matters even more interesting, Tori leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss parting my surprised yet accepting lips with her “buttery nipple” laden tongue. “Come on, mom, let’s go back to our room. You promised to fuck me first, remember?” Tori pleaded!
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