Celebration

I was staying at a hotel for a few nights, and stopped at the hotel bar after dinner. Just as I arrived at the bar, the bartender was setting out two shot glasses for two women who were sitting there. He then grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured them each a shot. One of the women said, “To divorce” and they both downed the shot. When I asked who was getting divorced, the woman next to me pointed to her friend, and told me the divorce was final that day.

I told the bartender to give them another shot and put it on my bill. When he brought the bottle and refilled, I ordered a beer. We did the introductions, and I learned that Erin was the newly divorced woman and Louise was helping her celebrate. They both had beers, and when Erin finished hers, she left for the Lady’s Room. Louise turned to me and said that Erin had been celibate all through the three year divorce process, because she wanted sole custody and didn’t want to do anything to mess that up. She then told me that her minivan was parked out at the back of the parking lot if I wanted to help Erin end her drought, and that Erin would be most eager; they’d planned it after the final court hearing that day.

When I told her I had a room with a king sized bed, she laughed and said that was even better. Erin returned, and Louise told her that I had been informed of her dry spell and was willing to take her up to my room for some adult activities. Erin was surprised at the directness, but she looked over and gave me a thumbs up. We left Louise at the bar and walked down the hallway to my room. Inside, we exchanged a few kisses, but then Erin started removing her jeans and undies. I did the same, and moved my fingers to unbutton my shirt. Erin stopped me, saying that she was a biter and a scratcher and I should leave my shirt on for protection.

We kissed our way to the bed, and just as she was about to move onto it, she told me that she needed a towel. I assumed she wanted it under her, but she was so wet down below, fluids were running down her legs. She wiped off, came out of the bathroom, and then climbed onto the bed. I started to kiss her, but she immediately pulled me on top of her, opened her legs, and guided me into a sopping wet tunnel. As soon as I was in she began moaning and clawing at my back. The longer we pushed against each other, the more she moaned, squeezed me, and started biting my shoulder. It hurt, but I wasn’t about to stop.

We both came quickly, and almost immediately she was out from under me and back in the bathroom, wiping between her legs. We put our clothes back on, and walked back to the bar. Louise was grinning as we sat down next to her. They finished their beers, said goodbye, and left. I ordered another beer and took it up to my room. Short and sweet.