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Don't Leave Home Without . . .


   "Pack a bag," I said, dropping my briefcase on the dining table in
front of Trish's coffee cup.  "We're taking off."
   "Why are you home so early?  It's only noon."
   "I said, pack a bag.  We're going to get a change of scenery."
   "What?" she said.  "Where to?"
   "The coast.  We'll take a weekend trip and indulge ourselves.  We'll
get some rest.  Besides, we haven't been to the beach in a long time."
I loosened my tie and took a sip from Trish's cup as she stood and ran a
fingertip along my arm.
   "Not too much rest, I hope," she said, and sauntered into the
bedroom to pack.
                                  * * *

Five hours later we stepped into the lobby of a Hilton a few blocks from
the beach.  I signed us into a room on the twelfth floor with a view of
the ocean and a king-sized bed.
   Trish led me into the room and sat down on the bed.  She bounced
lightly on the mattress, making her lovely tits jiggle, braless, under
her white blouse.
   "Just right," she said.  She laid back for a moment and brushed her
nipples through the light material.  I smiled at her, and then dropped
the luggage with a thud.  Trish sat up at the noise.
   "Careful with my makeup case.  Oh, honey," she said, watching me put
my briefcase down.  "You didn't bring your work up here, did you?"
   "Well, I may have to call in an account tomorrow morning, unless
they leave a message on the machine at home."
   "Tomorrow's Saturday."
   "Well, you know, sometimes . . ." I trailed off and walked to the
bathroom, hoping to end her questions.
   "Just as long as it's only tomorrow morning," Trish called behind
me.  "And preferably late."
   I smiled at the mirror, and thought, No, very early.  Very, very
early.  "God," I said, walking back into the bedroom, "I'm starving.
Let's go eat."
   Trish reached up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me down next to her.
"I'm not ready to go out--but I am hungry."  She locked her lips over
mine and grasped my cock.  We tongue-wrestled for a few minutes, and
Trish began to lightly stroke my stiffening shaft.  When she rolled over
on top of me, I pulled my mouth away.
   "Wait.  Let's not--yet.  I want to make this a night to remember."
   "Why not?" she pouted.  "You don't know what it's like, sitting at
home all day, no one there to help me get off, just watching those soap
operas and getting hotter and hotter--"
   She bent down and pulled my zipper open.  She nuzzled my cock
through the fly of my boxer shorts and gave it a couple of quick licks.
"Can't I just have a snack before we eat?"
   I reached down and petted her long blond hair.  "Trish, you'll spoil
your dinner.  Now go get dressed.  Something special."
   Trish sat up on her knees.  "I have a taste for seafood."  She
crawled off the bed, took her bag into the bathroom, and began to close
the door.  "No fair peeking," she said, and pulled the door tight.
   I shucked my own clothes and opened the briefcase.  I took the black
silk briefs from under some other boxes and closed the case tight,
spinning the little (almost useless) locks.  By the time Trish came out,
I was dressed in khakis, a yellow oxford, blue jacket and tie.  I
splashed some aftershave on and admired Trish's outfit.
   "Hot, very, very hot!" I said, walking over and nuzzling her ear.
   "No snacking, remember?" she giggled.  She stepped back and spun
around slowly.  She wore a deep burgundy silk dress, knee-length but
slit high on the hips, close at the neck with a lace inset in front and
back.  Black stockings and heels matched a black hat, under which gold-
and-sapphire earrings complemented her blue eyes.
   "Let's eat."
                                  * * *

Ordering oysters and champagne for the appetizer was a mistake, I
realized, when the maitre d' and our waitress both complimented us on
our marriage.  Honeymooners, I knew, would be closely watched, just to
see if any lewd, exciting things would happen.
   Not that it stopped us.
   Trish seemed to get off on the attention, playing with my feet under
the table, squeezing my shoulders, trading champagne during kisses, and
at one point stroking me nearly to climax under the tablecloth while the
waitress, Gina, recited the dessert menu.  Gina smiled at my pained
expression and left to get our coffee
   When she came back with the bill, Gina flickered her tongue over her
teeth and bent over me.  "My tits are bigger than hers," she said, and
pushed her globes against my shoulders.
   "Well, I don't know," I said, finally giving up all attempts at
nonchalance.  "Let's just see."
   I grasped Gina's left tit in my right hand, and Trish's right tit in
my left.  I squeezed gently, then slid my hands around their supple
curves.  "I don't know," I said, "they're about the same size, but I
think your nipples are harder."
   Gina stood up and looked around.  Since it was almost closing time,
the only other customers were on the other side of the restaurant, the
maitre d' was counting receipts at the bar with his back turned, and the
other waitresses were in the staff room, smoking and bitching about
their tips.  Gina walked behind me and knelt between Trish and I.
   "My nipples are like rocks, and as big as grapes."  Gina unbuttoned
the top of her blouse and pulled it open, displaying a pink push-up bra
which held up her golden-brown tits proudly.  She licked her red lips
and lifted her breasts up to her mouth, sucking both of her nipples.
   "Enormous," I gasped.  Then I looked at Trish, who grinned with lust
in her eyes and leaned down to Gina's face.
   "Give me one," Trish said, and nibbled the underside of Gina's left
tit.  Light licks and nips peppered over the soft, tan skin, and Gina's
eyes closed in delight.
   I reached down and massaged her right tit, then leaned down to suck
Gina's tender mouth.  My cock had risen in my khakis, and Gina
instinctively reached out to stroke it.
   "Excuse me," said a voice.
   We all jumped back and looked up.  The maitre d' stood above us,
arms crossed, and a grimace on his face.  "You'll have to do that
somewhere else, I'm afraid.  Good for business, but bad for the
reputation, you know."
   Gina stood up and rushed to the bathroom, a tray held over her
exposed flesh.  Trish wiped her mouth delicately with her napkin, and I
smiled dumbly.  "We were just leaving," I said, reaching for the bill.
   "Not--coming?" the maitre d' said, walking away.
   I pulled out my billfold and began figuring the tip.  "Fifteen
percent of ninety-six--"
   "Give her twenty," Trish said.
   "Twen--" I started, then grinned at the squeeze I got in my crotch.
I dropped a twenty and a five on the table, and we walked to the bar to
pay.  As the maitre d' ran my Gold Card through with a scowl, I rubbed
Trish's ass.  Suddenly, I felt a hand in my pocket, and as I whirled
around, I saw Gina.
   "My phone number.  I'm off tomorrow, if you want to call. . . ."
She blew us a kiss and walked back toward the kitchen.
   "Signature, please," the maitre d' said, curtly.  I signed and
escorted Trish to the door.
   "Maybe you need to get laid," I said.
   "Yes, definitely," Trish echoed, and pulled her skirt aside,
flashing her black panties and gartered stockings.  "I know I will--"
she said, licking a finger and running it along the inside of her thigh,
"--but I don't think you're going to get any."
   I took Trish's hand and walked her out the door, leaving the man to
his inevitable masturbation.
                                  * * *

I put the "Do Not Disturb" sign out, locked the door, and walked over to
the dresser.  I opened the bottle of champagne we'd bought on the way
back from the restaurant and poured two glasses.
   "To us," I said, handing Trish a glass and tapping the crystal
together.  We both sipped and then kissed deeply, swirling our tongues
in the bubbly liquid.  Trish broke the kiss and swallowed, then put her
glass on the nightstand.
   "I love you, Jack."
   "I love you too, Trish."  I stood up and took my jacket off.  "And
I'm going to show you how much tonight."  I kicked off my shoes and
pulled off my tie.  "Lay back and close your eyes," I said.
   Trish grinned and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, laying back on the
pillows.  I went to the dresser and opened the briefcase.  I removed a
large black box and a bag with several items in it and carried them to
the bed.  "Keep those eyes shut," I said, and Trish nodded, still
grinning.
   I went to the bathroom, filled a glass with warm water and returned
to the bed.  I set the water with the two half-full champagne glasses
and took off my shirt, slacks, and socks.
   "Now," I said, standing beside the bed, "prepare to be ravaged."
   Trish opened her eyes and gasped.  I'd never worn anything but plain
white cotton boxers before, and the tight silk briefs held my half-stiff
cock tightly.
   "Oh, God," she murmured, sitting up on the edge of the bed.  "I love
them."  They turned me on almost as much as Trish, who bent her head and
kissed me through the thin fabric.
   "No, wait, I've got some things for us to play with."  I grasped her
under the arms and lifted her to her feet.  "First, though, we need to
get you out of this dress."  I turned Trish around and unzipped her.
The dress cascaded off her body in a torrent of crimson, becoming what
could be mistaken for a pool of blood on the floor.
   Trish leaned back against my chest, and I reached around to caress
her firm tits.  Her black lace bra barely covered her nipples, which I
was excited to see were already stiff.  I lightly ran my fingers along
the sides of her breasts, then cupped the soft flesh and hefted them a
bit.  Trish let out a deep, throaty breath, and I tweaked her nipples
with my thumbs.  I began kissing her neck and I felt her hips grind back
into my groin, her silk panties against my own silk briefs.
   "God, Jack--oh!" Trish moaned as I continued to massage her tits.
Then I turned her around and laid her on the bed, her legs dangling at
the knees off the side of the mattress.
   "What is all this?" she asked, reaching for the packages beside her.
   "Don't touch--you'll find out," I said.  I laid down beside her and
ran my hands up her legs, lingering on her inner thighs for a moment,
then tickling down to her feet.  I unhooked her garters and rolled the
black silk stockings off, inhaling their fragrance before dropping them
to the floor.  I sucked each of her toes, one at a time, as I massaged
the balls of her feet.  Occasionally I rubbed my cock quickly against
her legs, and Trish began rubbing my ass as I worked.  Then I began
kissing and licking her legs up to her fragrant pussy, still ensconced
in her black lace panties, which I found were crotchless and moistening
rapidly.  I licked along the edge of the fabric, ringing her mound with
kisses, and then ran my tongue along the seam in the middle, tickling
her lips just beneath the silk.  Trish's moans were longer now.
   "Now," I said, "for the first course."  I reached over and got the
black box.
   "Let me see," she said, lifting her head.
   "No, not yet," I teased.  "Lay back down, shut your eyes."
   Trish reluctantly obeyed, and I opened the box, extracting a nine-
inch stainless-steel vibrator.  I bent back down, laid the vibrator on
the bedspread between Trish's legs, and parted the silk panties.  I ran
a finger around her cunt lips, then dipped it quickly in and out.  Her
juices began flowing a bit, and I lapped at them with my tongue.  I
pushed her legs apart a bit more, and attacked again, more earnestly.
   "Oh, Jack, oh, God!" Trish muttered, her back arching.
   I put a finger in her twat, just up to the first knuckle, and
twirled it slightly to keep her going.  I sat up to get a pillow, which
I bent in half and put under the small of her back.  I needed better
access for what I planned.
   When I had Trish situated, I went down for a third time, replacing
my finger with my tongue, slowly undulating it in and out.  Her panties
were soaked, and the juices were running into the cleft of her ass, when
I asked her, "Are you ready for a surprise?"
   "Yes, uunngh, yes, Jack."
   I ran two fingers along her cunt and applied the juices to the
vibrator.  I repeated this movement twice, and then smeared some of my
own pre-cum on it, and then tore the lacy garment in half.  I put the
metal cock against her puckered asshole, and before Trish could utter an
objection, forced two inches in.
   "Aaaagh!  Oh, sweet Jesus, that's--that's--that's good!"  Trish
forced her ass downward against the vibrator, and then contracted her
sphincter around the shiny metal.  "Farther, Jack, give me more--uunh!"
   I ran my finger through her juices and then around the vibrator, and
gave it another push.  A full five inches were in now, and I switched
the toy on low.
   "Oh Christ!" Trish screamed, cumming with a flood of juices, which I
lapped at hungrily.  I smeared more on the vibrator and inched it in
another inch or two, where I left it humming.  Trish was bucking slowly,
squeezing her nipples and breathing rapidly.  After a minute or two, I
turned the vibrator off, but at her request, left it lodged in her anus.
   "Let me suck you," she said, looking at me through half-closed eyes.
"I want to taste your cock."
   "There's another treat," I said, "but this one's for me."  I pulled
the remnants of the panties off Trish's legs, and picked up the bag on
the bed.  I reached for the glass of water, took a sip, then poured some
on the dark black pubic hair above Trish's mound.
   "God!" Trish screamed as the cold liquid splashed on her stomach and
down her thighs.  "What the hell are you doing?"
   I didn't reply.  I opened the bag and pulled out the brand new razor
and shaving cream.  I looked at Trish as I opened the package and held
up the device.  Her eyes opened wide in mock horror, and she giggled
playfully.  "Just a light trim, please."
   "I was thinking more of the Yul Brynner look, myself," I said,
shaking the can and applying the foamy cream.
   "No, really, Jack, you might cut me," Trish said.  I smiled and
turned the vibrator back on, at medium speed.  "Oooohhh, uuungghh."  She
laid back and I went to work.  Soon, she was smooth as her tits, and I
massaged her clean pussy with some fresh cream from its slit.
   "Are you about through?" she asked, sitting up with her elbows.  "I
really want to suck you off, baby.  You're gonna explode on your own
soon--I know you that well."
   I turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it from its orifice.
Then I put the razor, shaving cream, and bag on the floor before walking
up to the head of the bed.  Trish cupped my balls through the black
silk, then squeezed hard.  With a yelp, I collapsed atop her on the bed.
   "That's for shaving me."  Then she rolled me off of her, bent down,
and sucked the head of my cock poking out the top of the underwear.
"And that's for shaving me, too."
   Trish pulled the fabric down and worked on my shaft earnestly,
sucking like she never had before.  My leg and abdominal muscles tensed
and relaxed as she worked, licking, nipping, kissing and sucking on my
engorged penis.  She lightly pinched my balls as she sucked the purple
head, then rolled them slowly as she inched her way down to the base of
my cock.  I reached for her, but she moved away at my touch, giving me
the pleasure I had given her.
   Soon I was tensing, twitching, on the brink of cumming, and Trish
moved forward, kneeling between my legs, sucking as hard as she could.
At the moment I popped, she took her head away, letting the cum splash
on her chest, hanging in beads on her black lace bra.  When I had
subsided, she sucked the last bit out of me and sat up.
   "Watch," she said, rubbing the cum into her bald pussy, leaving a
sticky patch in lieu of her black curls.  "But we're not done yet.  Not
by a long shot."  She nestled against me and we shared a glass of
champagne while we caressed each other.  I nuzzled her breasts through
the lace, and then released the front hook of the bra, freeing her
beautiful round globes to sway before my eyes.  Soon, I was hard again,
but when I moved to take charge, Trish turned the tables.
   "No, wait.  What else is in that bag?  I've had enough surprises for
one night."
   Sheepishly, I dumped the remaining contents on the bed: a box of
condoms and a tube of K-Y jelly.  "I didn't know if you'd take the
vibrator without some help."
   "I'm going to take something else now," Trish said.  "Lay down."
   I laid back, my dick pointing toward heaven.  Trish found the
vibrator on the floor and rinsed it off with the last of the soapy
water.  She dried it off and popped it in her mouth.  She smiled around
the huge metal cock while she unscrewed the cap of the jelly and opened
the box of condoms.
   "Now then," she said, "let's get you set."  She ripped open a condom
and rolled it down my throbbing shaft.  Then she squirted a glob of K-Y
on the tip, rubbed it around my head, and ran her hand down my cock.
Then she turned around, showing me her ass.  "Lick it," she said.
   I eagerly complied, tongueing around her tender pink asshole, so
recently opened for the first time.  I pecked my tongue right into the
pucker, eliciting a cry and a surge forward from Trish.  But she slowly
came back, and I delicately put my tongue back on her raw nerve-ending,
applying a bit of pressure.  I held it for a moment, then pulled my
tongue away and blew softly.  Trish yelped and turned around again.
   "Now, watch," she said, putting the vibrator in her pussy.  She
fucked herself gently with the rod, twirling it around like my cock
never could, then lodged it as deep as it would go.  Then she laid back,
rolled on her stomach, and squirted another glob of KY onto her
fingertip.  She reached back and planted it on her asshole, then
squirmed up onto her knees with her chin still on the bed.
   "Fuck it," she said.
   "I don't think you're quite rea--"
   "Fuck it now!" she said, pushing her ass back at me.
   I laid the tip of my cock at her jellied crack, then pushed in just
a bit.  Trish relaxed, then pushed in sync with me, yielding enough so
that three or four inches of my thick cock were lodged in her asshole.
   "Once more," she gasped, and we pushed again, bringing me to six
inches within her, two inches still outside.  "Now, turn that damn thing
on--on high."
   The vibrator hummed (in delight, I imagine) deep in her cunt, and I
laid over Trish's back.  I reached down and began squeezing her tits,
gently and then harder as Trish rocked back and forth, moving my cock
inside her.  I could feel the vibrator through the thin wall of her
vagina, an unbelievable sensation combined with the intense pressure of
her anus on my cock.
   It didn't take me long to get to the brink, and Trish diddled her
clit quickly and roughly, screaming into the mattress all the while.
Soon, we exploded together, collapsing and pulling apart.  Trish pulled
the vibrator out of her twat and held it to my lips, where we licked it
clean together.
   The bed was soaked with sweat, cum, water, soap suds and K-Y, but we
collapsed into sleep despite the mess.  Sated and exhausted, we slept
till noon the next day, missing the complimentary continental breakfast.


The Woodpecker