Chapter One
Brooke Lynn opened her eyes and struggled to keep them that way as her hand fumbled on the bed next to her, trying to locate her vibrating phone. When her fingers closed around it, she rolled over onto her side to shield Russ from the sudden light in the dark room.
She shut off the alarm, reached over to put the phone on the nightstand, then rolled onto her back. Seven forty-five, and Russ needed to leave at nine. Brooke’s eyes began to close again, as she felt the pull of the wonderfully warm and drowsy feeling of drifting back to sleep.
The room was the kind of dark you could only experience in a hotel with their heavy thick dark drapes pulled across the sliding doors that led to the tiny balcony. The bed; just as she liked it, king sized to have plenty of room to roll around, and nice and firm beneath her.
It had been an amazing night, but a long one. They took their time over dinner, appetizers, dessert, coffee and the kind of good but easy casual conversation she enjoyed.
They moved onto the Memoir Night Club where they spent two hours dancing and having a couple of drinks. They didn’t get upstairs until close to midnight and that’s when the real fun started.
Round one was a take the edge off nasty quickie with her dress pulled down under her breasts, over her hips, thong to the side and being taken over the bed. They took their time after that, kissing, caressing, touching; their fingers and tongues slowly and playfully exploring each other’s bodies and lingering in all the best spots.
Russ licked her to two explosive orgasms and later fingered her to a third. Brooke sucked him hard, rode him even harder, then slid down and let him finish in her mouth. The mouth she’d used to coax him to round three during which they went around the world and he finished by straddling her and fucking her epic tits and giving her a pearl necklace.
They’d curled up close afterwards, talking a little more as she rested her head on his chest, her arm and leg draped over him. Both of them tired, happy and satisfied, they fell asleep in that position.
Brooke woke up once around six, rolling onto her back, and grabbing her phone from the nightstand to put it on the bed next to her. The vibration on the alarm wasn’t loud, but she was a light sleeper, and unlike Russ who’d drank quite a bit, Brooke only had two drinks.
She forced her eyes open. As much as she wanted to go back to sleep, she owed Russ some more fun before he had to go. Brooke drew her leg up and kicked off the sheet that had been pulled up to her waist.
She put her arms over her head and stretched her entire body, back arched, knees locked, and her purple tipped-Russ’s favorite color for polish-toes pointed forward. She stared down the length of her long 5’8” frame, taking in her large firm breasts with her tiny pick nipples, her smooth flat stomach, adorned with a white gold pendant, and her long, deeply tanned and well-toned legs.
Brooke slumped back into the bed, and lifting her head from the pillow, tugged her hair from the loose bun she’d tied it into before going to sleep. She shook her head, sending her long reddish-brown hair flying about, then reached out and tapped the lamp next to her.
She only tapped it once, enough to provide a warm glow that would allow Russ to see the show. Rolling onto her left side to face him she saw that despite the light and her stirring, he was still asleep.
Brooke slid up close enough to him her breasts pressed into his side, but his breathing remained deep, his eyelids not even twitching. She grabbed the sheet at his waist and tossed it back revealing his cock, which even in a relaxed state was impressive.
Everything about Russ was. At forty eight, exactly twice her age, he could put a lot of guys in their twenties to shame. A few silver streaks in his still thick and curly hair and speckles of it in his well-maintained five o’clock shadow, spoke of him being older, but nothing else did.
His face, accentuated by high cheekbones and a strong rugged jaw was wrinkle and line free, and behind their lids, his eyes were a warm shade of golden brown. The cleft in his chin and overall good looks could have given him a chance at modeling. From the neck down, he was just as perfect. He wasn’t big or ripped, but lean with well-defined arms, a deep hairy chest and still flaunted a solid six pack.
She placed her hand on that amazing stomach and teased her long purple nails over it. He sighed in his sleep and his head turned away from her. Damn, he was out! Brooke slid her leg over his and pressed into him, moaning softly when her already tingling cunt pushed into his thigh.
She gently kissed his neck as her hand dipped between his legs, her slender fingers wrapping around his cock. She lightly stroked it and even as he remained sleeping it swelled in her hand.
Brooke pushed herself higher and curled across him, so her back was too him, and took his cock into her mouth. She moaned as she held him there, not moving her head, just softly sucking him.
He stiffened, causing her clit to ache with de
