I'm dressed and ready and still not quite sure where I'm going at that point, when I get a text from Stacy: Room 209. :chills:
With it being 5PM on a week day, I thought about calling the sheriff's office for a police escort, but decided they might not go for that unless I directed them to this thread first, but in the interest of keeping some of you delinquents out of the clink (looking at you, EG), I decided to navigate the perilous traffic on my own. I was able to do so without issue or major delay, and soon I'm out on the open highway towards Cougartown.
I walk down the hallway towards the promised land and think about leaving an apology note on rooms 207 and 211, but that would be too much of a delay. I knock on the door and Stacy greets me. We exchange hellos and I give her a hug (
) and set my bag down. We sit on the foot of the bed and I pull her close to me and give her a slow, deliberate kiss. That goes on for a minute or so and he phone starts to ring. It's her son.
He's just chitchatting with her (no emergency or anything thank goodness), and she listens for a bit and says "I'm out, so let's talk tomorrow" and gets off the phone, shaking her head. We start kissing again and a couple of minutes into it, she says "we should probably go to dinner." I cant my head to the side a little bit and ask why. She whispers in my ear "because if we keep going right now, I'm not leaving this room tonight." :chills: I give an evil grin (
) and say, "you're probably right and I'm starving, so let's do that."
I picked a local brewery and handmade pizza place that's not too far down the road and we head out. We enjoyed a couple of locally brewed Irish Red Ales while waiting on our pizza to arrive. The pizza gets there and we both have a slice, then she says that's all she wanted and watches with amusement as I devour the rest of it, while telling her about my "No pizza left behind" policy.
We had some great conversation during this time. About Kate and her crew, family matters, dating, food, and music, to name a few topics, and we seem to have a good bit in common. We finish off our beverages and I pay the ticket and we head out.
We get back to 209 and she grabs some comfortable clothes out of her bag and heads to the restroom. I take off my button-up and stretch out on the bed. She emerges a few moments later and joins me. She has changed into a cotton pajama top with matching boy shorts. She grabs my white t-shirt by the chest area and pulls me over to her and sticks her tongue into my throat. I reciprocate and it doesn't take long until I am at full attention and our pelvises are grinding into each other. She pulls my t-shirt up and over my head and I grab it and fling it onto the floor. She looks at the shirtless colonel and bites her lip and says "Nice body."
We make out some more and I start kissing her neck and she is arching her back in enjoyment. I grab her pajama top and pull it up over her head and onto the floor. I look her in the eyes, biting my lip a little bit (mocking her from minutes earlier) and say "nice body." She smiles and giggles a little bit. We kiss a little more and I grab the waistband of her shorts and slide them over her hips and down her legs. She grabs the back of my head and says very directly "take the rest of your #### off."
Who am I to argue with a direct order? So I comply......