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Like many writers, I've always appreciated the endless efforts of
ASSTR, so I thought I would sneak out of the erotic writer's
retirement home and join in the "Song Story Festival" to celebrate
this special occasion. !!! Happy Anniversary ASSTR !!!
The song I picked is "Take the Keys to My Heart" - a Garth Brooks
tune. If you've never heard it, it's fast and it grinds...some
people have said the same about me. The lyrics are centered in the
story and are also posted at the end.
Special thanks to Joe who was innocently chatting one day when I
blindsided him and then suckered him into editing this story-he
never stood a chance. I also appreciate the memory he shared with
me and for giving me permission to use it in this story.
And many thanks to Denny who probably didn't need to proofread a
story while his computer was misbehaving, but he did and I can't
tell him how much I appreciate it. Also for his gentle guidance
(re)teaching me how this all works.
As always, I can be found at www.missbehavin.com or email to
www.missbehavin@rogers.com
Miss Behavin'
(C) Copyright 2002 Miss Behavin' www.MissBehavin@rogers.com
All rights reserved. No permission is granted for reproduction
in any manner.
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Keys
Glenn tossed his suitcase on the bed and looked around his hotel
room-typical home away from home for the business traveler. He
took inventory-one queen-sized bed, one dresser, two nightstands of
which one would contain a Bible, one desk with complimentary pen,
paper and envelopes, one television that spins sitting on the
dresser, one small round table with two chairs, one loveseat and
one coffee table. Oh, and of course a small coffee maker and as
luck would have it, a mini-bar. Who could ask for more?
Unzipping his suitcase, he carefully pulled out his suit and hung
it up in the doorless closet. He'd often wondered why most hotel
closets didn't have doors and then decided it was so any of the
hotel staff entering the room could easily see if people had good
taste in clothes. He looked down at his faded Levi's and green
polo shirt and shrugged-not exactly out of GQ, but it was
comfortable. Attached to one of the hangers in the closet was a
bag which he could stuff his dirty laundry in, leave it hanging on
the inside door knob and his boxers would be returned fresh and
clean with a little starch tossed in for good measure. He didn't
plan on being around long enough to need that service.
He flicked on the bathroom light and then blinked, trying to
adjust his eyes. The bathroom was large with the bathtub to his
left and on the right was a counter that ran from one side to the
other. The mirror covered the entire wall and he wondered how many
people really wanted to see themselves naked under fluorescent
lighting as they got out of the shower. He looked at his
reflection in the mirror and decided he didn't look bad considering
the past year and its events. He was 43, freshly divorced after a
long separation, and still had all his own teeth. As his hair
started to recede he followed in Bruce Willis's footsteps and
cropped his hair off-not only was it cooler, but it cut back on the
amount of shampoo and combs he had to buy. He studied himself in
the mirror and had to admit he hadn't looked this good in years.
When he first got separated he started working out. At first he
did it to relieve stress and now he found he actually enjoyed the
physical workout-it helped him think more clearly. He tossed his
shaving kit and toiletries on the counter and turned off the light,
returning to the outer room. After tossing his boxers and a couple
of tee-shirts in a dresser drawer, he zipped up his suitcase and
stored it in the open-concept closet.
"Okay, bring on the fun!" he said dryly to the walls. He set up
his laptop on the desk, carefully stuffing the complimentary pen
and paper in the drawer. As the computer booted he checked his
watch and wondered when Darren Lowham would show up. Darren had
called him the day before, insisting he "fly, take the train,
drive, or god-damn walk" to Boston because, in Darren's words,
there wasn't anyone else available who was any good. Glenn thought
about that and wondered if he should take it as a compliment.
Whether it was or not, he had gotten up early that morning to drive
his Saab to Boston, and would be spending the next forty-eight
hours with Darren coming up with the best marketing plan ever for
Mrs. Stansbury's not-quite-yet famous pie fillings. When short on
time, they had found that locking themselves in a hotel room and
living on room service usually turned out to be quite fruitful.
Some of their best-ever ad campaigns had been born in hotel rooms
in the wee hours of the morning.
From what he knew, Dayna Stansbury was the third and probably not
the last wife of Timothy Stansbury, who had spent years building a
line of food products under his name. His label was high end,
middle of the line-affordable to middle class families, which was
the niche he had slotted out for himself years ago. Stansbury
produced everything from spaghetti sauce to cookie dough and now
the new and improved Mrs. Stansbury wanted to impress the world
with her fruity pie fillings. To date, he hadn't met Dayna
Stansbury but had heard through the grapevine she had a very
expensive set of breasts that were second to none. Darren had
commented on the phone earlier on the busty Mrs. Stansbury, saying
he thought the advertising campaign should include pictures of
Dayna holding cans of pie filling under each breast so potential
customers would know that the product really did a body good.
The phone rang and he grabbed it. "It's about time you got here,"
he said gruffly.
"Hi, is this Glenn Michaels?"
The female voice tipped him off that it wasn't Darren. "Yes,
sorry, I was expecting someone else."
"Oh, hi Glenn, it's Mandy-I didn't recognize your voice."
"I'm going through puberty," he said.
"Good for you. Listen, Darren asked me to call to let you know he
can't make your meeting, but he has sent someone in his place and
he sends his apologies and wishes you luck. This damn phone just
won't stop ringing! Sorry Glenn, I need to go."
Glenn let out a sigh and thanked Mandy although she'd already hung
up on him. "Thanks a hell of a lot, Darren," he said out loud and
stretched. He liked working with Darren because they knew each
other's styles and they meshed well, so a few hours together
usually ended with a brilliant campaign, a big steak dinner and a
baseball game to celebrate.
He spent the next hour answering email and deleting the annoying
chain letters his sister always sent. He thought of blocking her
address but decided that would just be wrong. There was a knock on
the adjoining door which threw him off for a second. As he got up
to answer it, he wondered who Darren had sent to replace him. He
swung open the door and was hit with a pair of the bluest eyes he'd
ever seen.
"Hi!" she said smiling, "I'm Kelsie Logan-Darren said to say hi
and offered his apologies for the last minute change, but his wife
went into labour earlier than expected." Kelsie stopped and
wondered if she was talking too fast-she always did that when she
was nervous.
"That's uhm, a good, uh, reason," he said slowly. For some reason
his brain wasn't sending signals to his mouth and they were working
independently. His eyes were glued to her beautiful face and parts
of his body were waking up from a long slumber.
"Are you okay? Did I interrupt something?" Kelsie felt her heart
pounding hard-had she done something wrong already and screwed this
up? Why was he staring at her like that? She bit her bottom lip
and then tried to smile at him.
"I'm sorry, I'm fine, thanks. It's nice to meet you, Kelsie," he
said, offering her his hand. When she touched him, he felt like
he'd been struck by lightning. "Would you like to come in?" Just
strip and crawl into my bed, I'll just zip out to the drugstore for
a box of condoms and I'll be right back.
"Actually I'd like to unpack first, if you don't mind and it'll
only take a second since I rushed home, stuffed some clothes in my
suitcase, and then grabbed the first flight here." She smiled and
quickly added, "I checked with the front desk and they said you'd
checked in, so I thought I'd introduce myself first," as if she
needed to justify her existence at his door.
Glenn couldn't think of anything intelligent to say and didn't
trust his mouth to operate on its own, so he smiled and nodded.
Kelsie smiled back, unsure what she was getting herself into, and
said, "I'll only be a few minutes, should I just leave this door
open?"
"Sure, yes. Good idea, yes." Geeze, could he sound more like an
idiot if he tried?
"Okay, I'll be back in a flash then. Oh, I have a sample case of
Stansbury's Fruit Fantasy Fillings; do you want me to bring them in
here?"
"Sure, that would be great. I'll just wait...for you...over
here," he said and then added, "In my room." Kelsie was looking at
him like he had two heads. She gave him a little smile that
translated probably said "moron" and then disappeared into her room.
Glenn put his hands on his head and mentally screamed. What the
hell are you doing? She thinks you're some kind of dimwitted freak
now. You ARE a dimwitted freak! He ran his fingers over his head
and paced the room. Why had Darren done this to him? He knew he
was in a weakened state and shouldn't be left un-chaperoned with
any one of the opposite sex. And what an opposite sex she was!
Kelsie Logan had the face of an angel and the body of a ... he
stopped and tried to remember what the rest of her looked like.
How odd, he couldn't recall-she could have been wearing hip-waders
and a Grateful Dead tee-shirt and he hadn't noticed. He could see
her hypnotizing eyes, a cute little nose, and soft lips that would
go nicely on any part of his body. Stop it; you have to work with
this woman. But... but... what was wrong with him? How could he
have not at least checked out her ass when she turned around?
"Glenn?"
He swung around quickly to face her. "Yes?"
"I asked if it was okay to bring my stuff in now."
"Sure," he said as he tried to gain control over himself again.
"Do you need some help?"
"Nope, there's not that much," she said and then told him she'd be
right back.
He smiled and just stood by the end of the bed and was still there
when she returned with a briefcase and a box.
"Are you okay?"
"Who, me?"
Kelsie laughed and shook her head, "No the guy behind you, he
seems a little troubled."
"Not as much as the guy in front of him," Glenn said and then
laughed. "I'm really sorry if I seem spaced out, it's just been a
long day already, and I was really expecting Darren, so you've kind
of thrown me off."
"That's okay, I understand but you should know that I'm a lot
smarter than Darren, and I have better table manners," she said,
smiling at Glenn.
Plus you're much cuter.
"Plus, I'm cuter."
Whoa! Had he said that out loud? "Pardon?"
"I said where would you like to work, at the desk or the table?"
He smiled and suggested they work on the desk where the laptop was
already set up, and put the products on the little round table for
inspiration. As Glenn emptied the box and displayed cans of
assorted fruit fillings, Kelsie pulled files out of her briefcase,
dropping them on the desk.
"Darren said we have forty-eight hours to put something together
for this campaign. Actually I think his exact words were to find
something that didn't totally suck and we had forty-eight hours to
produce it. He wasn't impressed with the short notice from Mrs.
Stansbury and I got the impression he didn't really care how the
campaign turned out." She thought for a moment and then added, "or
it could be because his wife was in the car screaming about what a
bastard he is and that he should drive faster. I think at one
point she also insulted his mother."
Glenn laughed and placed the last can on the table and smiled at
Kelsie. "Darren wasn't fond of the first or second Mrs. Stansburys
either, but this third one seems to grate on his nerves more than
the first two combined." The Stansbury account was one of the
biggest they had, so when Timothy Stansbury said jump, they asked
how high and then asked permission to land. Glenn had met him
several times and always liked the man, even though he apparently
had horrible taste in women.
Kelsie pulled over a chair and sat down, crossing her legs before
grabbing a file. "This shouldn't be so bad-we find a jingle that
jangles about slippery fruit products and we can go home!" She
wanted to go home-quickly. As much as she tried to appear calm,
her insides were flipping. True, this was her first time in the
field on the Stansbury account; she usually stayed behind the
scenes while people like Darren and Glenn took center stage, so it
was exciting to be working upfront. She had worked with Darren
several times before and always enjoyed the experience. She
wondered if it was her imagination that Glenn seemed a little "off"
which was giving her the impression that he didn't really want her
there-why else would he seem so distant and times and be stumbling
for words?
For the first time Glenn did a ring check and noticed she only
wore a thumb ring and for some reason he found himself smiling.
"Home for me doesn't come with room service, so I don't mind this
at all."
"Now that you mention it, I'm actually hungry. Can we order
something and then begin?"
"Good idea, I'm a little famished myself." Glenn sat in the chair
behind the desk and found the room service menu in the drawer where
he had put it earlier. He usually found menus and such stuffed in
with his files when he returned to the office after working in a
hotel for a while. He handed her the menu and watched her as she
read it. If she could feel him staring at her, she didn't look
over and slap him with her eyes. His eyes slid lazily down her
neck to her silky white blouse which looked nice against her
slightly tanned skin. Her chest was mostly hidden from his view
because of the menu so he continued down. She was wearing a black,
knee-length skirt, which became a little shorter when she was
sitting, allowing him a very nice view of her bare shapely legs.
Her legs were crossed and the way she was swinging her shoe from
her toe was more arousing than if she stood up and ripped all her
clothes off. Okay, maybe the second thought would win, but there
was something about the shoe swinging that stirred him deeply.
"Sound good?"
"Sounds excellent." He didn't have a clue what she was talking
about but decided to go along with her. He'd looked too much like
an idiot since they met and that had only been less than an hour
ago, so he decided to try and gain some ground back, because he was
getting the feeling that she was a little uncomfortable around him
and who could blame her? He was finding that it wasn't easy to be
in the company of attractive women now that he was single. When he
was married, he didn't have a problem because he wouldn't and
couldn't stray and he knew that. It made a little harmless
flirting fun and not threatening. He watched Kelsie as she called
room service and ordered their meal. Apparently he was having a
fancy albacore tuna on a Kaiser roll, mayo on the side, with fries.
Every little move she made was getting to him and he wondered if it
was because he hadn't had sex with a partner in over a year, or
because he missed his morning love-fest with his soapy hand in the
shower that morning.
"Okay, here is an overview I put together on the flight after
reviewing the files on our previous work with the Stansbury
account," she said and handed him a thin file. "You'll see that I
conclude we need to reconsider our branding on this part of the
Stansbury line. Our demographics are all seriously skewing to the
forty-nine plus middle-class housewife, and we are not reaching
anyone under the age of thirty-five. If that goes on for another
five years, the fourth Mrs. Stansbury won't be able to afford a
liposuction let alone a boob job."
Glenn laughed as he opened the file. "Wow, you were more
productive than me-I managed to choke down a breakfast, drive here,
answer email and reprogram my pocket organizer so everything wasn't
en fran‡ais."
She laughed then he grinned and then read her overview.
As he read it she drew little circles on a piece of paper while
watching him out of the corner of her eye. She was a little
nervous about his reading her work but tried to act like she put
together overviews every day for the executives. Glenn Michaels's
reputation in the field of advertising was excellent, and she'd
heard stories about him since she first started working for the
firm. At thirty-four she had six years of experience under her
belt, but she felt like a kid right out of school as she waited for
him to finish reading. She drew a couple more circles and then
looked up at him quickly and then back down to the paper. He
wasn't what she had expected at all. From listening to people talk
about him, she figured he was a nice older man, with graying hair
and a soft voice who was recently divorced. There were few secrets
even though their offices were spread out in many cities. Darren
referred to Glenn as "the old man in New York" so that's why she
had a totally different visualization of him than the man who sat
before her now. He actually didn't look much older than she was
although she had to admit, he seemed a little kooky.
Glenn read the paper twice, watching Kelsie out of the corner of
his eye. He could tell she was sneaking glances at him too. When
he finished reading he placed the file back on the desk and leaned
back in his chair. "That's quite good," he said honestly. She had
some good ideas and a very strong grasp for what the Stansburys had
already established to be their personal standards as far as
advertising went. Kelsie thanked him and then they started tossing
out ideas for the next forty-five minutes before their lunch
arrived.
"I didn't realize how hungry I was," Kelsie said as she bit into a
big dill pickle.
Glenn watched her lips surround the pickle and found he was a
little envious. He bit into his sandwich so he wouldn't make any
jokes about his own pickle which was currently stirring in his
boxers. The attraction he felt for her was foreign to him. As
they worked he found himself really enjoying not only her thought
processes, but her sense of humour. She was smart, witty and once
he allowed himself to study her body, he loved her curves-she
wasn't a stick, but instead looked very feminine and soft. She
seemed very comfortable with who she was; this showed in how she
presented herself. Now that she wasn't so nervous, she wasn't
talking quite as fast Glenn though about the total package, which
was intoxicating, and he wondered if she came with a warning label.
"Oh shit," she said and dropped her pickle on her plate.
"What?" He followed where she was looking and noticed the right
side of her blouse was wet, mostly right on her breast and he could
now clearly make out the lace pattern of her bra.
"My damn pickle just leaked all over me," she said laughing,
dabbing her blouse with a napkin.
"Does pickle juice stain?" Quick! For the good of that blouse,
take it off!
"I dunno."
"Maybe you should send it down for cleaning, or soak it in the
sink or something." Getting her out of her blouse didn't sound bad
to him at all. He changed his mind, he really liked her pickle.
"I think so too, I didn't bring extra clothes since I packed in
4.3 seconds to get here. I only have this and the suit I packed
for the meeting when we're done here."
"I have a couple extra tee-shirts if you want to borrow one," he
said. Let's see, a sweet sexy woman wearing my tee-shirt-yup,
that'll help me concentrate on fruit.
Kelsie stood up, still trying to dry her blouse. "Thanks that
would be great-I'll send this one down for cleaning just in case it
does stain."
Glenn went to the dresser and quickly decided on the thin white v-
necked tee-shirt instead of the black one. Smiling he turned
around to offer it to her but she was gone. As he walked towards
the door he could hear her on the phone asking for someone to come
up and pick up her blouse. He peeked in the door, and then his jaw
dropped when he saw she'd removed her blouse and bra. Her back was
to him, long blonde hair spilling over it, and although she was
still wearing her skirt, her naked back was more feminine skin than
he'd seen in a while. Right before she hung up he quickly backed
out of the doorway and sat back in his chair, heart pounding.
"Can I still borrow a tee-shirt?" she asked from her room.
"Sure, yes, it's right here; do you want me to deliver it?" Say
yes, please say yes, please, please.
"I'm not decent; can you just toss it in here?"
Damn it. He looked at his shirt and felt a twinge of jealousy.
"Coming at you," he said and tossed the shirt into her room.
"Thanks!"
"Don't mention it," he said and then wondered if he could inject
her pickle with more juice-kind of booby-trap it. He grinned at
his pun and heard someone knock on her door-a minute later she was
back in his room, sporting his tee-shirt which he had to admit,
looked better on her.
"Okay, let's try this again," she said as she flopped back in her
chair. "Do you think the company will pick up the dry-cleaning tab
for a blouse and bra?"
No bra? "Slip in it under entertainment, they'll never know."
Kelsie laughed and picked up her sandwich. "I think I'll skip the
pickle." She bit into her sandwich and watched Glenn as he ate and
read something. She decided he was attractive and funny and she
found herself wishing there was more to him. Obviously he was
smart or he wouldn't be where he was today, but he didn't quite
seem real, which was too bad because he certainly had potential in
other areas.
Glenn picked at his sandwich and pretended to read a report as he
studied her. Not only was she attractive, but after reading her
overview notes, he could tell she had a functioning brain which
ultimately was the biggest turn on of them all.
"What office do you work out of?"
"Chicago."
That was close enough for comfort. "Have you been there long?"
"Only about a year-I spent five years with McCabe, first in New
York and then in Chicago."
"Ahh, excellent. They've got a good team there, although not
quite as good as ours, but I'm probably biased."
She nodded. "I learnt a lot there, but I felt I had nowhere else
to go, so I defected."
Glenn laughed softly and just smiled at her.
Kelsie felt him staring at her so she said, "You run the show in
New York, right?"
"Well, running the show might not quite be right-I sometimes feel
like the inmates are running the asylum, but yes, I'm normally in
charge of our New York operations."
"How are things there now?" The question itself was simple
enough, but the possible answers were many and complex. She looked
into his eyes and for the first time since they met, she saw more
than a guy who was a genial jerk. He was three feet away from her
physically but mentally he was somewhere else. She felt bad and
looked down at her hands and wasn't sure what to say. She was like
millions of people who couldn't find the words because there were
no words that would help or change what happened. She looked up at
Glenn whose face showed a little pain. "I'm sorry; I just don't
know what to say. I'm not even sure why I asked, and I don't
want... I don't know. I'm sorry."
"Kelsie?"
She looked up, unable to avoid his eyes. "Yes?"
Glenn smiled softly, wishing she wasn't so uncomfortable, and
suddenly he needed to tell her something. "I went to the
Springsteen concert in August, me and my buddy Jeff, and we sat
next to a group of four guys and a woman-they were around the same
age as us, you know, not kids. I was sitting next to the woman,
and I presumed it was her husband, maybe her boyfriend, on her
other side. I'm sure you know this, but if you're not a fan,
Springsteen's latest album is about 9-11 and the aftermath.
Anyway, I started chatting with this woman, as the guy next to her
was paying more attention to what his friends were saying than her.
As we were talking about Springsteen, how big fans we were, how
many times we've seen him, favourite songs and we of course started
talking about 9-11. Did you lose anyone, that kind of thing. She
said she had lost somebody close. I'm not sure who-she didn't
offer and I didn't ask. Anyway, there's a song called "My City of
Ruins" and Springsteen played it towards the end of the show. We
were sitting, which is a rare occurrence at a Springsteen concert,
and this woman reached over and took my hand and held it tightly
during the song. We sat there, singing this passionate song
together. I have no idea why she was holding my hand, and not
hubby's or even her friend's hand if that's who he was. When the
song ended, she looked into my eyes and just whispered 'thank you.'
It's an indelible moment." He looked directly into Kelsie's teary
eyes and gave her a soft smile. "The concert ended a few minutes
later and as she's walking out, she turns back and waves with a
wistful smile. I don't think I'll ever forget her face."
He paused and she sat there quietly, unsure what to say.
"It's just something about the power of 9-11 and how it has
affected and continues to affect us."
"Thank you for sharing that," she whispered.
He smiled at her. "I've never told anyone that story." He became
a little choked up by the memory so he picked up his sandwich and
said, "Now hurry up and finish that sandwich so we can get back to
work."
Kelsie nodded and wiped her eyes with a napkin. She smiled at him
before biting back into her sandwich.
Glenn studied the distant look on her face. "Are you okay?"
"Sure," she said. "I was just thinking about fruit," she lied.
He was real after all-very real.
~ I've been out on this highway of heartache ~
~ Hoping that somewhere down the line ~
~ I could find somebody who ~
~ Could rev me like you do ~
~ So grab on to my wheel ~
~ And I'll be fine ~
"Ahh, I do that too sometimes but usually I close the blinds and
turn off the light first."
"It's never too late."
What's this? Was he actually flirting with her, and more
importantly, was she really flirting back or just being sarcastic?
"Okay well I'll get the blinds and you get the lights-I'll meet you
back here," he said but didn't move.
She grinned. "Fruit-think fruit and pies and then we'll discuss
the blinds."
Bingo! Flirting-it had been a while but he still recognized it.
Did she really mean what he hoped she meant, or was she just toying
with him? His heart was pounding a little faster than normal and
he realized it wasn't just sex he wanted from Miss Logan, it was
more. He pulled himself together and began to focus on the reason
they were really in a hotel room together. "So in your outline you
mentioned a branding...why don't we ..."
~:~:~
Three hours later they were laughing so hard that Kelsie got the
hiccups, which made her laugh even harder.
"This isn't fair," she said and then hiccupped.
"I think it's just, considering your 'flash your fruits' line."
She opened her mouth to comment and then hiccupped really loudly.
"Okay, this has...got to...stop." She grabbed her bottle of water
and moved to the other side of the desk. "I need you
to...help...me."
Glenn grinned up at her. She was pretty cute when she had the
hiccups and from his current angle he could really see her nipples
through the tee-shirt-not that he was intentionally looking, but
they were right there, in front of his face, and with each hiccup
her beautiful round breasts bounced. "Name it and I'll do it."
"Plug my...ears and...I'll drink the water and then...they will
go...away."
He stood up. "Are you sure about this? I mean we've just met and
I've haven't plugged a woman's ears in more years than I care to
remember."
"Grrr..."
"Okay, okay, sheesh." He slid his hands slowly across her cheeks,
her soft skin not escaping his notice, and then he gently rested
his index fingers on her ears and then pushed softly, plugging her
ears. He watched as she drank the whole bottle of water and when
she had finished, he held his fingers against her a few seconds
longer than he needed to. He removed them and looked down at her
skeptically. "Well?"
"I think they're gone," she said cautiously as if speaking about
them would call them back. She smiled and then touched his face.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said softly.
"I have this overwhelming urge to kiss you but that might just be
the iced tea talking-you do mix a pretty decent drink, the way you
pour it in a glass and all."
"Thank you Ma'am, may I suggest the gin?"
"I don't like gin."
"Ah, okay, so much for that evil plan."
"Huh?"
"Gin is supposed to be the ultimate panty remover."
Kelsie smirked. "Drink enough of anything and panties will drop."
She smiled at him as she pulled his head down until their lips met
and then she kissed him softly, feeling his arms immediately go
around her. She slowly broke the kiss and smiled at him.
"Tell me what I did to deserve that because I want to do it again."
"You stopped my hiccups," she said and then patted his cheeks
before moving out from his embrace.
"Great, now I just have to figure out how to give you more hiccups
and I'm set," he said and then glanced at his watch-it was almost
eight o'clock. "Do you want some dinner?"
"I'm not really hungry, but go ahead if you are," she said and the
moved over to study the cans of fruit filling.
"I'm okay for now-would you like another drink?"
"Oh yeah, bring it on, but I'll know if it's laced with gin."
Glenn smiled and poured her another iced tea and a Coke for
himself. He moved behind her and stood there, staring over her
shoulder at the cans on the table. "Maybe they should put Dayna
Stansbury's picture on there."
"I doubt her tits would fit on the can," Kelsie said dryly,
"they'd have to go to the bulk packaging."
Glenn just about spewed his mouthful of Coke all over and started
to cough. When he gained control, Kelsie was looking at him,
smiling. "Where did you learn to talk like that, young lady?"
"My mother is a sailor."
"Can I have her number?"
"Sure, but just so you know my dad has rules about her dating."
"Damn my luck-I don't suppose her daughter has learned anything
from her?"
"Stick around and find out," she said it and meant it.
"I'm thinking that's a wise idea," he said softly.
At that they both smiled and then went back to the desk and tried
to pick up where they'd left off, although each had thoughts about
the other.
"I do like this," Kelsie said, pointing to a piece of paper on the
desk.
"That's an ad for the restaurant downstairs," Glenn said, looking
up at her.
"Yeah I know, I think it's well done."
"You're not helping."
"Ugh! This is so frustrating." She stood up and paced around the
room, sipping her drink steadily. She looked at the cans and then
smiled. "I think I know what our problem is."
"We only have one?" he said and leaned back in his chair, putting
his hands behind his head. He enjoyed watching her walking around
in her business skirt and his very thin tee-shirt which was too big
for her, she'd tied it at her waist. Miss Logan certainly had
lovely breasts and backed it up with a nice ass.
"Well you have plenty, but I think for this campaign our problem
is we don't really know the product. Have you ever tasted any of
this stuff?"
"Uh no," he said. "I'm a firm believer in leaving fruit in its
natural form, and I don't like it canned, hot or even warm."
She raised an eyebrow but let it slide. "We need to get a can
opener, open some of this and smell it, taste it, become one with
it."
"So it's time to close the blinds?" he said hopefully.
"Not yet," she said as she picked up the phone and dialed room
service. She asked that someone come immediately and take their
trays and to bring them a can opener. "I think this is the break
we've been waiting for."
"My big break comes when you get the hiccups again."
"Do you ever quit?"
"Rarely," he admitted.
She rolled her eyes and leaned against the balcony doors, staring
out into the night. Glenn watched her, leaving her lost to her
thoughts. The knock on the door brought her back and his eyes
followed her as she answered the door. He sat in his chair quietly
and watched the guy from the hotel present Kelsie proudly with a
can opener like he was giving her the Hope Diamond. He nodded to
Glenn as he stacked their trays, trying to get in a couple more
glances at Kelsie as he worked.
"Let me get the door for you," Glenn said in hopes of reminding
the kind gentleman that Kelsie was in his room, wearing his tee-
shirt and about to play with fruit with him.
"This can opener sucks," Kelsie said as Glenn closed the door.
"Want me to try it?"
"Yeah, maybe...oh hang on, here we go." She twisted the handle a
little and that seemed to work. "I opened blueberry, what kind do
you want?"
Glenn tapped his index finger against his chin like he was really
pondering, and then said, "How about none?"
"Oh come on, you have to try some."
"Where was that written?"
Kelsie stared at him as she finished off her drink. "It's for
inspiration."
"If I eat that, then I'll be inspired to write a campaign
suggesting people should boycott canned pie filling."
"You're impossible."
"I don't like canned fruit and you can't make me like it."
An image flashed before Kelsie's eyes and she grinned. "That
sounds like a challenge to me."
Glenn shook his head and shrugged as he went back and dropped into
his chair. "Call it whatever you want, but I'm not going to change
my mind."
~ Take the keys to my heart ~
~ And drive me crazy ~
~ I've been running on empty way too long ~
~ Honey you got the touch ~
~ That heats my motor up ~
~ Take the keys to my heart ~
~ And drive it home ~
Kelsie dipped her finger into the can and scooped out a couple of
blueberries. She knew he was watching her as she slowly opened her
mouth, inserted her finger, and closed her lips around it. She
sucked on it seductively and then slowly removed her wet finger as
she softly moaned.
Glenn shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he went from soft to
hard in less than a second. He could feel his pulse racing as his
heart pounded harder. All sorts of comments filled his head but
his mouth was too dry to speak.
"This isn't bad at all," she commented. "It's not really sweet."
"That's good," he managed to croak out and then he cleared his
throat.
"Do you like fresh blueberries?"
"Yes, I do, but those aren't fresh-I suspect they're about nine
years old."
Kelsie ignored him and stuck her finger back into the can and
scooped up a little of the blueberry jelly. "You should try this,
it's really quite good." She held out her finger to him.
In his mind he was already over there, licking her finger, but his
body remained glued to the chair. "Uh, no thanks-why don't you eat
it, get inspired and I'll sit here and watch?"
Kelsie ran her finger against her bottom lip and then followed it
with her tongue. "I thought we were a team."
"We are-we're just not a blueberry-licking tag team, that's all."
She sucked on her finger and stared at him. "Okay, be that way
then."
"Thank you."
Kelsie shrugged and picked up the can of blueberry filling and
walked around the room with it, trying to get some inspiration from
it. She could feel Glenn watching her and she tried to ignore him
but it wasn't easy. Since she kissed him she wanted to go back for
another one. She closed her eyes and could smell his faint cologne
and she felt a rush run through her body. She opened her eyes and
looked down into the can and then grinned. Could she actually do
what she was thinking?
"Are they talking to you yet?" Glenn's voice jilted her back.
"Yes, I believe they might be."
"Oh? What are they saying?"
"That I should try the cherry."
"It's a trick-they're just trying to save themselves."
"Maybe so," she said as she reached for the can opener, "but I'm
going to take their advice."
After opening the can she turned to face him and stuck two fingers
into the can, pulling out a cherry. She slowly licked her fingers,
darting her tongue in and out, scooping up the filling. Taking the
cherry between her thumb and forefinger, she held it gently and
licked around it.
Glenn watched her intently; barely daring to breathe for fear
she'd get distracted from the cherry and stop. It was one of the
most erotic things he had ever seen and he tried to shift in his
chair to relieve the pressure in the front of his jeans. He
watched as she gently took the cherry into her mouth on the tip of
her tongue and as she closed her mouth, the cherry was between her
lips for a very long second and it disappeared. He could hear
himself breathing.
"I think I like the cherry better," she said casually, looking at
him.
"It's got my vote."
"Would you like to try some?"
He was betting she meant the cherries, and not her. "I think
we've been through this."
"Oh right, you're afraid of canned fruit." Kelsie turned her back
to Glenn and stuck her fingers back into the can of cherry filling.
With a purposeful jerking motion, she dropped some on her right
breast. "Oh, damn it."
"What?"
She turned around. "This! I am such a klutz, I swear! I'm
sorry, Glenn."
"It's just an old tee-shirt, I wouldn't sweat it," he said.
"Let me see if I can wipe some of it off-if I get it out now it
shouldn't stain." She rushed into his bathroom before he said
anything else. Wetting a facecloth, she easily wiped off the
cherry jelly and let the water from the cloth seep into the shirt.
She looked at herself in the mirror and gave a satisfied smile when
she saw the big wet spot surrounding her breast and her hardened
nipple poking out. "I think it's all out now."
"It really doesn't..."
"Doesn't what?" she asked him as she walked by.
"Uhm, matter." She had to know that he could see her breast
through the wet material-there was no way in hell she didn't know
that-but he needed to be sure.
"Well it matters to me since it's not my shirt."
"I have another tee-shirt if you want to borrow it since that
one's a little...wet."
With the can of cherries in her hand, she stood in front of his
chair. "This one is fine, really. Are you sure I can't interest
you in a little taste."
"If you're talking about the cherries, I'm sure." Her breasts
were almost right in his face and his mouth was dry once again.
She looked down at him and smiled. She could see the fire in his
eyes and even more so in his Levi's and the combination of the two
made her squeeze her thighs together. "Do you like them?"
"The cherries?"
"No these," she said as she cupped her breasts.
~ I don't know where this road is gonna lead us ~
~ But what a beautiful night for a drive ~
~ Baby put your mind at ease ~
~ Drop the top and feel the breeze ~
~ Just follow all the signs to paradise ~
"I like those very much," he said slowly as he watched her hands
masterfully massage her breasts and gently pull on her nipples
through the thin material.
"Would you like to taste them?" Kelsie trembled slightly,
enjoying her role as temptress.
She needed to ask him that? "Yes please," he breathed. He moved
forward in his chair and carefully put his hands on her hips and
pulled her forward. Opening his mouth he took her wet cotton
covered nipple into his mouth and pressed gently between his lips
and then flicked it with his tongue. One hand moved to her other
breast and he teased her nipple with his fingers. She moaned and
put her hands on the back of his head, holding his mouth tightly
against her breast.
Kelsie felt her legs weakening and while holding his head, she
pulled herself away from his mouth. "Was it good?" she whispered.
He nodded and tried to pull her back, but she took a step back and
smiled at him. Without a word she pulled the tee-shirt off over
her head, exposing her soft round breasts.
"Good God," Glenn whispered to himself. Her breasts were
amazingly full and round with nipples so hard they had to be
aching. "Come here," he whispered, looking up into her eyes. He
smiled back when she smiled at him and then he watched with much
amusement as she dipped her fingers into the cherry pie filling and
slowly rubbed it on one nipple and then the other.
She sucked the remaining jelly off her fingers and smiled at him.
"Still want me over there?"
"Do you think a little cherry goo is going to stand between my
mouth and your nipples?"
Kelsie looked down and then back at him. "Actually that's exactly
where it stands."
Glenn laughed and tried to play hard to get. "You know that's one
hell of a good way to get people to buy this stuff! You're right,
I'm now inspired." He turned his chair around and started writing,
desperately trying to ignore his cock pressing hard against his
jeans.
"It won't work-only guys and bi-women and lesbians are going to
like it-and I think our target audience doesn't fit into any of
those categories." She watched him for a minute and then smiled.
"Actually I suppose it would work if..."
Glenn wondered why she didn't finish her sentence, so he turned to
look at her and then dropped his pen on the floor. "Oh..." He
watched as Kelsie held one of her breasts up and ran her little
pink tongue over her nipple, darting and licking at the red jelly.
He moaned as the ache in his jeans became unbearable. Standing, he
took one step to her, put his forefinger under her chin, and tilted
her head back. "You win," he said as he leaned down and kissed her
with a passion that started in his soul. They kissed deeply, arms
tightening around each other, their chests pressed together. His
tongue explored her mouth and he detected the faint flavour of
cherry which made him kiss her harder.
Kelsie raked her nails up and down Glenn's back a couple times and
then grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, needing to feel his skin
against hers. She pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard as she
pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
Smiling to herself, she rubbed her hands over his hairy chest,
enjoying the feeling of him under her palms. She looked up at him
right before she brushed her thumbs over his nipples and watched as
he closed his eyes and leaned his head back for a second and moaned.
Glenn took a deep breath and opened his eyes before looking down
at Kelsie. As she teased his nipples, he brushed her long hair
back from her face. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, "so very,
very beautiful."
She tilted her head back and he bent down and kissed her, only
this time the kiss was soft and tender. His hands held her head
while his tongue danced with hers. He could feel her fingers
working on the button of his jeans and then the zipper. He
followed suit, sliding his hands down her back, his fingertips
barely touching her skin until he reached the waistband of her
skirt. With patient fingers, he managed to undo the button and
then the zipper. Leaving her skirt on, he slid his hands down to
her ass and cupped her cheeks, squeezing firmly.
Kelsie moaned against his lips, pushing herself back into his
hands. She couldn't get his jeans off, so she slipped her fingers
in the front, feeling his cock hard beneath his boxers. She pulled
back from the kiss, breathing hard as her fingertips traced the
head of his cock. She smiled slightly as she felt how wet his
boxers were.
Glenn took her by the shoulders and stepped back a little. He
dropped to his knees in front of her and cupped her breasts, which
filled his hands. Gently he squeezed and then removed one hand,
replacing it with his mouth, noting she tasted like cherries.
Kelsie grabbed the back of his head and held it against her
breast. She moaned and looked down, feeling her legs shaking as
she watched him sucking on her nipple. With her hands grasping his
head, she pulled him back and he sucked harder. She watched her
nipple stretching as she pulled and he sucked. "Oh fuck," she
moaned and pulled his head back against her.
Glenn released her nipple and then took both of her breasts and
pushed them together until her nipples almost touched. Her
whimpers were driving him nuts and he attacked her nipples, sucking
on one and then the other, pushing them closer together until he
could suck them both into his mouth. Kelsie's nails were digging
into the back of his head and he could feel her trembling hard. He
gently bit into one nipple and looked up as he held it between his
teeth and his tongue slapped it. Kelsie was watching him through
half closed eyes, mumbling words he couldn't understand. He
released one nipple and moved quickly to the other, taking it into
his mouth and sucking hard as his fingers pinched the other one.
"Oh God...I'm going to cum." She leaned her body against him,
afraid she was going to fall. Her legs shook as she wrapped her
arms around his head. She closed her eyes, feeling the wave
starting to wash over her. He was moving back and forth between
her breasts, his hands now back on her ass, squeezing and pulling
her close. With her eyes still closed, she tilted her head back
and slowly exhaled and as the wave washed over her, she moaned
loudly and then screamed, smashing her body hard into his.
Glenn held his position, trying to hold her up as he could feel
her knees buckling. He held her tight until she stopped shaking
and released her grip on his head.
"Mercy," she panted and pulled back just a little from him. She
rubbed his head as she looked down at him, trying to smile as her
breathing slowed.
Glenn smiled up at her and kissed her stomach. "That was so
sexy," he said as his eyes caught hers.
She laughed a little and said, "I used to be embarrassed that I
could cum like that-just having my breasts played with. I used to
try and stop my orgasm or if I couldn't, I'd try to cover it up
until one boyfriend noticed and told me how erotic he found it."
"It is erotic," Glenn agreed as he slipped his fingers into the
waistband of her skirt and slowly pulled it down over her hips. He
watched as he uncovered a very tiny pair of white panties which
barely covered her. The skirt dropped to the floor and he slowly
ran his hands down her bare legs. "Step out," he said.
Kelsie lifted one foot and then the other and then laughed when
Glenn tossed her skirt over his shoulder.
"This is a good look for you," Glenn said, "panties and pumps are
in." He leaned in and kissed her thigh.
"I always wondered why women in porn movies leave their shoes on,"
Kelsie said. "Do you think that makes the sex hotter?"
"It's working for me," Glenn said as he rubbed his nose against
the front of her panties.
She ran her fingertips over the top of his head and moaned softly
as he started to nibble at her pussy through her panties. "I'm
glad you're not the doofus I originally thought you were when we
first met," she commented.
Glenn laughed and tilted his head back, looking up into her eyes.
"I'm sorry about that, I was just a little tongue-tied. Beautiful
women do that to me."
"You already have me practically naked; you can stop with the
flattery now."
"I said it because I mean it."
Kelsie grinned. "Who's going to believe you, you're in
advertising."
Glenn kissed her panties again, inhaling deeply. "I'm glad you're
exactly what I thought you were when we first met."
"What was that? Easy?"
"No, and for the record, I doubt you're easy at all. I thought
you were a beautiful, sexy woman and later I added intelligent to
the list." He licked her panties where her wetness was seeping
through. "And now I'm adding tasty."
"Mmm that feels nice."
Glenn held her hips and told her it was going to feel a whole lot
nicer, as he gently pushed her back until her legs hit the bed.
Kelsie sat on the edge of the bed and they kissed gently. Glenn
pulled away first, kissing her chin and then down her soft neck.
He kissed between her breasts and then over to a puffy nipple,
kissing it gently and adding a flick of his tongue for good
measure. He moved to the other breast and kissed its nipple and
then moved down her stomach, stopping to lick her bellybutton which
made her laugh and squirm.
"That's off limits," she said, pushing his head back.
He chuckled. "Is there anything else off limits?"
She thought about it for a moment. "Nope, that's it."
"Everything else is fair game?"
"Uh huh."
Glenn moved up between her legs until he was against the bed. He
rubbed his thumb over her wet panties. "This is okay to lick?"
"Oh yes," she said.
"Interesting," he said and then he put his hand on her stomach and
gently pushed her back. She flopped back on the bed and stretched.
"Don't go getting too comfortable, I don't want you falling asleep."
Kelsie put her legs up in the air and pretended to study her
shoes. "I guess you'll have to keep me entertained then."
Glenn put his hands behind her knees and pushed her knees up
against her chest. "I'll see what I can do," he said as he bent
down and licked the back of her leg.
"Thanks," she whispered and wiggled under his tongue.
Glenn ran his tongue down one leg and then up the other and felt
her shiver. He smiled and pulled her legs back, resting her ankles
on his shoulders and then started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" she said, suddenly feeling a little self-
conscious.
"Nothing," he said and then looked at the expression on her face.
"I'm sorry, it's just with your shoes still on I had this
overwhelming desire to use an old pick-up line."
"Which one would that be?"
"Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"
"That is so romantic, Glenn."
"Gets the girl every time," he said as he kissed her ankle. He
looked down at her lying on his bed and smiled. "You're very
beautiful, Kelsie."
"Thank you, Glenn," she said softly and then put her hands on her
breasts and started to massage them. "You're very sexy." She
studied his face as she pulled on her nipples, stretching them as
she pinched.
For a moment he was mesmerized watching her play with her breasts.
She handled them expertly, a woman who obviously knew her way
around her body. He felt his legs weaken when she pulled on her
nipples and then shook her hands, causing her breasts to jiggle.
"They're so round and soft," he whispered to himself. "Does that
feel good?"
"It's nice," she admitted, "but not as nice as when you were doing
it."
Glenn was running his hands up and down her thighs-her legs right
against his chest. He smiled at her and then pulled her right
against him until he could feel the crotch of her wet panties
against his stomach. With a little growl, he pulled her knees
apart and looked down and then sighed. "Your job is to keep your
feet on my shoulders at all times," he said and grinned at her.
"And if I don't?"
"I get to spank you."
"Too bad for you that I like that," she said, grinning.
His mind raced and he fought for a second to bring it back.
"You've been warned," he mumbled and then kissed down her thigh.
He liked the way she was wiggling and when he slipped his hands
under her ass cheeks she moaned. He lifted her to his mouth,
taking his time as her wiggles of anticipation grew. "We haven't
had dinner yet," he commented as he blew on the wet spot in her
panties.
Kelsie jumped and then pushed her ass down hard in his hands
before arching up, trying to rub herself against his face but she
couldn't quite reach. She growled and dropped back down into his
hands. "You can eat me," she suggested.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"I said you can eat me!"
~ Tonight we're gonna set these wheels on fire ~
~ And find out just how far this thing will go ~
~ Honey we don't need no map ~
~ 'Cause where we are is where it's at ~
~ Take the keys to my heart ~
~ And drive it home ~
"Oh, okay then." Glenn brought his mouth down hard on her mound,
biting gently yet furiously into her pussy lips, still hidden
behind her panties. He sucked and nibbled, pushing his tongue
between her lips, sinking her panties between them and exposing her
bare lips. He squeezed her ass firmly in his hands as he took one
of her smooth puffy lips into his mouth and sucked on it. He could
taste her sweetness and hear her whimpering as he sucked harder.
Kelsie let go of her breasts and arched her back as her hands
worked at getting her panties off. She wanted Glenn's mouth all
over her. She tried to push them down but his hands were holding
them against her ass and the more she wiggled, the firmer his grip
became. Frustrated, she put one hand between her legs, slipped two
fingers into the side of the crotch of her panties and pulled them
to one side. Glenn's mouth followed her fingers and soon he had
her clit in his mouth, sucking it in and pulling back as his tongue
lashed out at it. She grabbed the back of his head and held him
against her pussy as she started to grind against his face.
Glenn pulled back a little, holding her clit gently between his
teeth and then slapped it with his tongue, causing Kelsie to bang
her feet against his back. He brought his mouth back down onto her
pussy, sucking her inner lips into his mouth as he slipped one hand
from her ass, running his fingers between her cheeks right up to
her wet pussy. With two fingers he circled her opening, the sound
of her wetness filling his ears.
Kelsie tried to push against his fingers. "Please," she
whimpered. She was still holding the back of his head, sliding up
and down against his face. "Please."
Glenn pulled his head back a little and looked up at her. She was
watching him through half-closed eyes. He flicked his tongue at
her clit. "Please what?" He knew what she wanted as his fingers
continued to tease her.
"Fuck me with your fingers."
"As you wish," he said and slowly pushed one of his fingers deep
into her pussy. He pulled it out and put it in her mouth, watching
her as she sucked all her cream off it before pushing it back into
her waiting pussy. He started moving it a little faster, taking
long deep strokes-his finger disappearing right inside her.
"More," she whispered.
"Fuck you more?"
"Another finger-more...please."
He smiled and watched as another finger was swallowed by her
pussy. He pulled his other hand out from under her ass, wrapped it
around her leg, and started rubbing her clit hard and fast with his
thumb. He loved the way her pussy was shaved except for a little
patch of soft blonde hair right above her clit, which was shaped
like a triangle. She moaned and started flopping in the bed and he
pumped her harder. "I bet you'd like one more finger," he said and
then added a third.
"Oh fuck!"
"Fuck indeed," he whispered and he drove three fingers into her
hot pussy. With the hand that was rubbing her clit, he spread his
fingers wide, holding her lips apart and he leaned down and licked
her shiny pink skin. He sucked her lips and rubbed his lips hard
against her clit before taking it back into his mouth and playing
with it with his tongue, all the while fucking her hard with his
fingers. She was bucking under him now, her thighs were tightening
around his head as her heels thumped on his back.
"Oh God, oh fuck...yeah right there...Glenn...fuck, fuck, fuck, oh
God, I'm going to..."
He shoved his fingers in deep and twisted his hand before pulling
them out and ramming them back in. The harder he pumped into her,
the louder she moaned. Soon he felt her pussy muscles tightening
around his fingers, making it almost impossible to pull them out.
He wiggled them as she arched against his mouth and held her
position, screaming that she was cumming in case he hadn't noticed.
As her body trembled, he had no choice but to hold his position as
she had him in a wrestling leg lock.
Kelsie shuttered one last time and then dropped back to the bed,
loosening her grip on Glenn's head. She panted and closed her
eyes. Her legs felt weak as they slid down Glenn's arms. When she
opened her eyes and looked at him, she saw him staring at her. She
smiled and he smiled back right before he put his hands under the
backs of her knees and spread her legs back out. She was about to
protest when she felt his tongue back on her pussy, only with a
much lighter touch. He licked her in long strokes, from her ass
right up to her clit.
"Oh God, that feels nice," she whispered.
"Dessert," he said and continued licking. He stiffened his tongue
and pushed it inside her and her legs started to flail. Glenn
laughed and sat up against the bed. He reached for one foot,
removed her shoe and tossed it and then did the same with the
other. "I think you need a license to wear these during sex and
I'm glad I don't have to explain the heel marks that are probably
on my back." He reached up and gently pulled her soaked panties
off too, tossed them over his shoulder and then brought his mouth
back down onto her swollen lips.
"Oh...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...oh fuck your tongue feels so
good there," she whispered and then moaned. She wanted to close
her thighs around his head again but he was holding her legs wide
apart. As he slowly fucked her with his tongue, she let herself
relax and feel everything he was doing. Suddenly she moved up onto
her elbows and looked down at him. "Hey I just realized you didn't
end up eating any of the cherry filling-it all got wiped off on
your shirt when you hugged me."
Glenn raised her eyes and looked at her as his tongue snaked
around her clit. "That's too bad," he said, his voice muffled.
"It's not fair, that's what it is."
Glenn pulled his mouth away from her pussy and sighed. "Does it
really mean that much to you that I try some of it?"
Kelsie nodded, her bottom lip sticking out slightly in a pout.
"Good grief," Glenn said laughing. He let go of her legs and
walked a couple steps on his knees over to the desk, grabbed the
can of cherry filling and returned to his spot between her legs.
"I hope you realize that you're making me do something I've never
done for any woman before."
Kelsie grinned. "I know you don't mean eating pussy either."
"Was your grandmother a sailor too?" he asked and smiled when she
nodded. He loved how verbal she was and it was not only a turn-on
to listen to her, but to feel the freedom to talk back to her in
the same manner. Glenn stuck his finger into the can and pulled
out a cherry. He showed it to her and then reached up and rubbed
it against one of her hard nipples, leaving it covered in the thick
red paste. He showed it to her, stuck on the end of his finger and
then spread her pussy lips open and slowly pushed the cherry inside
her.
Kelsie let out a little sigh, slightly more turned on if that were
possible. She watched as Glenn took a second cherry, wiped it off
on her other nipple and then slipped it inside her pussy too. "I
never thought I'd get my cherry back, let alone two of them," she
commented.
"Don't get used to it," Glenn said, "they're coming back out." He
grinned as he stood up. He reached down, took her hands, and
pulled her up in front of him. After kissing her softly, he kissed
down her neck to her breast. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he
sucked it clean. "Hmm, not too sweet-a little tart actually."
"Who are you calling a tart?"
Glenn laughed and swirled his tongue around the other nipple. He
scooped up some jelly and then pulled her mouth against his,
sharing his find with her.
Kelsie pulled back and smiled. "Stansbury will make a tart out of
you!"
Glenn frowned. "Keep trying," he said and then smiled. He put
his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. When she was
facing the bed he bent her over so the top of her head was on the
mattress. He ran his hands down her back softly and then slapped
her ass with one hand. The way she jumped and moaned made his cock
lurch. He quickly dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor and
kicked them away. He looked down at his cock and resisted the urge
to stroke it-and then looked at Kelsie's ass high up in the air and
resisted the urge to drive into her. Placing his foot between
Kelsie's feet, he gently pushed one to the right and then moved the
other to the left until her feet were about three feet apart.
Kneeling behind her he kissed the same cheek he had slapped and she
wiggled her ass.
Kelsie watched between her legs as Glenn's chin appeared between
her legs. She could feel his hot hands squeezing her cheeks,
spreading them open and then pushing them together as his tongue
flicked lightly at her swollen lips. She bumped her ass back
against him and he slapped it, sending waves of pleasure through
her body. She gripped the comforter tightly in her hands as she
watched him move his head down so he could tongue her clit.
Feeling it was one thing, but actually seeing his tongue working
its way around her pussy made her tremble.
Glenn moved his hands down to her pussy and opened her lips wide.
Slowly he pushed his tongue into her opening and wiggled it. She
slammed back against him, almost knocking him over. He leaned
forward, trying to steady himself as his tongue located the first
cherry. With a lot of wiggling and pushing, he managed to pull it
out. Bending his head, he looked at Kelsie and stuck out his
tongue, proudly showing the cherry before he chewed and swallowed
it.
"See, canned fruit doesn't taste that bad," Kelsie whispered.
"Tastes like more," Glenn said and then buried his face back in
her pussy, attacking her clit with his tongue and then he worked
his way back, continuing his search for the second cherry. He
fucked her with his tongue, one arm warped around her leg while his
fingers strummed on her clit and his other hand slapped and rubbed
her ass.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh God Glenn!" Kelsie closed her eyes and
dug her fingers into the mattress. She rocked back and forth, her
knees ready to buckle and she leaned into the bed to steady herself
as Glenn's tongue relentlessly fucked her. She thought about him
searching for the cherry he'd pushed into her and that did it.
"I'm going to cum," she moaned and then her whole body trembled as
she came hard.
Glenn had wrapped his arms around her legs and held her as she
came, gently nuzzling her until her body stopped shaking. He let
her go and she dropped against the bed.
"Holy fuck," she said as she rolled over onto her back.
He smiled at her and joined her on the bed. Propped up on one
elbow, he looked down at her and smiled before leaning down and
kissing her, letting his tongue slip between her lips and open her
mouth. He opened his eyes and looked into hers and then pulled
back and grinned. Kelsie laughed and stuck out her tongue, proudly
displaying a cherry on the end of it. "You can have that one," he
whispered as he tenderly brushed her hair back off her forehead.
Kelsie chewed on the cherry thoughtfully, noting it tasted more
like her than cherry now. She touched his face, tracing a finger
down over his nose to his lips. "I think you should rest for a
little while," she said as her finger slid down his neck and chest.
She opened her hand when she reached his stomach and then moved
down a little and closed it around his cock.
Glenn sucked in his breath through clenched teeth as her soft hand
slightly stroked his throbbing cock. He lightly held her arm in
his hand and said, "I have to be very honest with you, Kelsie. I
haven't had sex with a partner in what seems like forever and as
much as what you're doing feels damn good, it won't take me long to
cum and I desperately want to make love to you."
"Can I at least have a little taste?" she said smiling and then
wormed her way down his body, kissing him lightly until she reached
his cock. She gently kissed the head and than ran her tongue over
it, tasting his pre-cum.
"We should catch a Red Sox game while we're here," he said, trying
his hardest to remember at least one of the players' name. "I
think there might be a game...oh Kelsie, Baby don't...oh..." Her
hot mouth was over his cock, slowly easing down on it. Her tongue
pressed against his shaft and he closed his eyes tight and tried
not to think about how good it felt. Seconds later she shifted and
her lips were against his. He wrapped his arms around her and
pulled her against his chest, kissing her deeply until the phone
rang and they both jumped.
"That could only be Darren," Glenn said.
"Then you should answer it," Kelsie said, kissing his neck.
"Nah."
"Yes or he'll know what we're doing!"
"Oh well."
"Glenn!"
"Alright, alright," he said and maneuvered himself so he could
reach the phone. "This better be damned important," he grumbled.
"It's not."
Glenn grinned. "I didn't think so. Hey how is the newest member
of the Lowham family?" He smiled at Kelsie who was snuggled
against him, running her hand over his chest.
"She's doing wonderful and her mother quit swearing at me, so life
is good."
"Congratulations, Darren and give our best wishes to Judy."
"Thanks, I'll do that," Darren said. "Listen, I'm really sorry
about dumping you like that-how are things going with Kelsie?
She's smart, that one."
"Things are going fine-we don't have anything concrete yet, but
we're tossing around a few ideas and enjoying a little of the
product."
"I thought you didn't like canned fruit."
"Depends on how it's served," Glenn said and moved his arm as
Kelsie crawled off the bed and disappeared into her room. He
frowned, wondering if she was upset over what he had just said.
"I've found that if you eat it right out of the can with your
fingers it tastes so much better," he said, a little louder than
normal, hoping Kelsie could hear him.
"Uh huh, well that's great, although I think you should lay off
the fruit, you're starting to sound a little weird."
"Starting?"
Darren ignored Glenn and continued, "The Stansburys will be
gracing us with their presence on Wednesday morning now at nine
o'clock sharp. They're not expecting anything fancy, they just
want to see a few things that they can ponder while off cruising
the Caribbean, which they're leaving for Wednesday afternoon."
"So they just want a little fruit for thought then?"
"Keep your day job."
"This is my day job."
"Get some sleep then-give my regards to Kelsie and I'll see you
both soon."
Glenn hung up the phone and was about to go see where Kelsie was
when she came back into the room and crawled back into bed with
him. "I thought you ran away."
"No way," she purred as she reached for his cock and started to
stroke it. "I think we need to restore this to its pre-phone call
state."
"Darren has a way of making me limp," Glenn said and closed his
eyes as Kelsie stroked and sucked his cock, bringing him quickly
back to having the raging hard-on he had previously been aching
with. He reached for her and she moved to the end of the bed and
stood up. He watched her with great interest as she knelt beside
the bed.
"Sit up," she said.
Glenn did as ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down
at her. He watched as her hand gently wrapped around his cock
again and then wondered if she had had second thoughts about making
love with him. He wouldn't ask, just in case she had, he'd just
follow her lead.
Kelsie smiled at him and opened her other hand, which held a small
package. She ripped it open and looked up at Glenn. "This one is
chocolate flavoured-I thought it would go well with the fruit."
Glenn grinned. "Chocolate is way better than canned fruit,
although I must admit I have a new respect for the stuff." He then
watched with great interest as Kelsie put the condom against her
slightly open lips and then with one hand on his cock, she leaded
over and pressed the condom against the tip of his cock. He could
feel her lips tighten around it and then she started taking him
slowly into her mouth. When she removed her mouth from his cock,
the condom was neatly in place. With her hand, she stroked up his
cock once, unrolling the rest of the condom. She looked up at him
and smiled and he touched her face. "I like your style," he said
and then reached down and pulled her back up onto the bed, laying
her beside him. He kissed her softly as he stroked her breast.
Kelsie rubbed her body against his as they kissed, needing to feel
him deep inside of her. She pulled back a little then tried to
wiggle under him.
"Am I moving too slowly?" he asked, smiling.
"Yes, I need to be fucked, thank-you-very-much."
~ Baby make my motor yearn ~
~ I long to feel that rubber burn ~
~ Take the keys to my heart ~
~ And drive it home ~
Glenn threw his head back and laughed and then looked down at her,
all traces of amusement still on his face. "I have never met
anyone quite like you before," he said honestly.
"And you never will," she said and reached up and flicked his nose.
"Hmm, nose flicking is a very serious offense here in Boston."
"Will it get me fucked though?" she asked as she tried to rub her
pussy against his leg.
Glenn let out a mock growl and flipped her onto her back. He
moved between her legs, pulling them up and then hooked them around
his arms. He looked down at her face, seeing the fire in her eyes,
and he smiled. He moved his hips forward just a little, letting
his cock gently graze over her open pussy. When the head of his
cock touched her clit, she wiggled and arched. He listened to her
whimpers as he moved his hips back and forth, stroking her clit
with his cock.
"Glenn!" she said as she reached down and placed her fingers over
his cock. She pulled her hips up and then pushed down, guiding his
cock into her. She moaned as she pushed down, feeling his thick
cock enter her.
"That's cheating," he gasped.
"Sue me," she moaned and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Later," he said as he moved to his knees, leaned forward until
she was almost folded in half, and then started driving his cock
deep into her. "I think I need to fuck you first."
Kelsie moaned and dug her fingernails into him as he pounded into
her. She had always loved a lot of dirty talk while having sex; it
pushed the envelope for her. She loved hearing Glenn say in his
deep voice that he was going to fuck her. His face was close to
hers, his eyes very intense. "That feels so fucking good," she
said, her eyes glued to his. "Keep fucking me, Glenn...I want to
cum all over your cock."
"Good God, Kelsie," Glenn moaned as he ground his cock into her.
He could feel her pussy contracting around him pulling and
squeezing. He sat back, pulling her legs up against his chest and
then wrapped his arms around them. His cock slid easily into her
pussy, filling the room with wet sucking sounds.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder...talk to me...fuck me
Glenn, fuck me harder!"
Glenn had never been with a woman who liked to be talked to. His
ex-wife barely moved, let alone made a sound. He pushed thoughts
of her away quickly and concentrated on the squirming woman below
him who was begging and whimpering. He pulled his cock right out
and then slammed back into her, pushing her a few inches up the
mattress. "Is that how you like it, Kelsie? You like being fucked
hard like this, Baby?" He moved his arms, letting her legs go and
immediately felt them wrap tightly around his waist.
Kelsie groaned and moved wildly below him. "Yes...yes...fuck..."
She arched and held her position as Glenn thrust into her fast and
hard. "Okay, I'm going..." she whispered and then closed her eyes
and opened her mouth, letting out a low moan which quickly turned
into a scream as she yelled between breaths that she was cumming
for those in the hotel who hadn't heard her the first time.
As her pussy squeezed his cock, Glenn closed his eyes and let his
body and part of his mind get wrapped up in the physical sensation,
while the other part of his brain floated above, trying to capture
what has happening. "Oh, Kelsie," he moaned as he thrust into her
one more time and then came hard. His body tensed and then began
to shake as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her
close, whispering things even he didn't understand in her ear.
Kelsie rocked with him until she felt his body relaxing and then
she pulled back enough to see his face. She smiled softly, cupped
his face in her hands and then he leaned down and kissed her
tenderly for a very long time.
~ Drive me home... ~
~:~:~:
Darren and Glenn were talking when Kelsie walked into the
boardroom and she smiled at both of them before pouring herself a
cup of coffee. She stifled a yawn and joined them at the table,
sitting beside Glenn.
"It's good to see you again, Kelsie," Darren said. "I'm sorry to
drag you all the way here on such short notice, but it looks like
you guys did okay-I like the stuff you came up with, and I'm sure
the Stansburys will too."
"Thanks, Darren and I really appreciate you and Glenn both giving
me the chance to share this one, I was and am quite flattered."
Glenn smiled. "Don't fall for that little Miss Mary Sunshine
routine-you let your guard down and next thing you know, you're
eating fruit out of a can with your fingers."
Mandy poked her head in the door and said, "Darren the Stansburys
are here, would you like me to show them in?"
"I'll come and get them," Darren said and stood up. "Okay folks,
it's show time."
After he left, Glenn reached over and squeezed Kelsie's hand. She
smiled at him and he smiled back. "Right after this, we're outta
here so fast they won't be able to stop us. First stop the hotel
to change and mess up the bed sheets and then Fenway Park-I want to
feed you a weenie."
Kelsie smirked. "Again?"
They could hear Darren talking down the hall and Glenn let go of
Kelsie's hand and moved his chair an appropriate distance from
hers. He'd tell the world if she'd let him, but she said she
wanted to keep it between them for at least the rest of the day.
Glenn looked down and scanned what they would be proposing to the
Stansburys today and then he set the folder down and stood up with
Kelsie to greet their guests. Stuck in with their proposed ideas
was a sheet with some rejected lines on it that he couldn't bear to
part with;
Stansbury's Fruit Fantasy Fillings -
"You'll do anything to get that last little bit."
"You won't believe the many things it makes taste better."
"It's in things you haven't even dreamed of yet."
~:~:~
(C) Copyright 2002 Miss Behavin' www.MissBehavin@rogers.com
All rights reserved. No permission is granted for reproduction
in any manner.
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Take the Keys to My Heart
Garth Brooks
I've been out on this highway of heartache
Hoping that somewhere down the line
I could find somebody who
Could rev me like you do
So grab on to my wheel
And I'll be fine
Take the keys to my heart
And drive me crazy
I've been running on empty way too long
Honey you got the touch
That heats my motor up
Take the keys to my heart
And drive it home
I don't know where this road is gonna lead us
But what a beautiful night for a drive
Baby put your mind at ease
Drop the top and feel the breeze
Just follow all the signs to paradise
Tonight we're gonna set these wheels on fire
And find out just how far this thing will go
Honey we don't need no map
'Cause where we are is where it's at
Take the keys to my heart
And drive it home
Baby make my motor yearn
I long to feel that rubber burn
Take the keys to my heart
And drive it home
Drive me home
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