After Shannon returned to Charlotte, she and Scott discussed seeing each other again, and soon. The hard part was finding a weekend when they could both take three or four days off. Finally, they found a weekend, but it was four weeks out in mid-October.
As they tried to decide on a location, she texted, “What do you think about meeting somewhere in the middle? Denver? New Orleans? Austin? Other?”
Scott read her text and started to brainstorm location ideas. He’d been to Denver and New Orleans, and Austin was on his Bucket List. Then he thought of a city he’d never been to but had wanted to visit for about a decade.
Minutes later he texted Shannon, “Nashville!”
She instantly replied, “I love it!”
“I’ll look into a flight and a hotel this evening,” he replied.
Over the next few weeks, they kept up the daily texting and a few weekly calls depending on her schedule. Shannon had been to Nashville once before, so she had a few suggestions on the touristy things they could do during the day and several music venues for the evenings.
**
Scott left Sacramento early that Thursday, as he had to fly through the Dallas—Fort Worth airport, one of American Airlines’ largest hubs, to Nashville. After all the passengers had boarded the flight in Sacramento, a flight attendant approached him.
“Scott, you’ve been bumped up to First Class courtesy of Shannon,” she said with a smile. “We’re still working on your second flight to Nashville.”
After the plane was in the air and the flight attendants started to check on passengers, another employee stopped at his seat. “This crew is also based out of Charlotte. When Shannon messaged me, I told her I’d be happy to upgrade your seat if we had an opening in First Class.”
Scott thanked the woman, Ashley. “I met her on a flight from Charlotte to Sacramento in August.”
“Oh, we all know the story. Then she visited you on a layover. I don’t know what you did, but you sure impressed her,” Ashley whispered. “By the time we get to DFW, we should know if you’ll have an upgraded seat to Nashville.”
He enjoyed the luxuries of his new seat: the extra-wide seat, the plush leather seat, the upgraded meal service, free booze, etc. During the flight, he took a selfie holding a glass of champagne, and texted Shannon, “Thanks for the upgrade! Ashley took care of me.”
Several hours later, after barely making his connection in DFW, Scott landed in Nashville. Almost instantly he received a text from his cute brunette friend. “I’m across the main aisle at your gate.”
As he walked into the terminal, he smiled when he saw Shannon. “She is stunning!” he thought to himself. She wore a form-fitting pair of black jeans, a red V-neck T-shirt, slightly tucked in behind her Gucci belt and gold G buckle, and red two-inch stilettos. She showed a bit of cleavage, and her curves looked so sexy.
When he reached her across the main aisle, they embraced, kissed, and kissed again. Scott told her, “You smell as good as you look!”
After stopping at baggage claim they took the Grand Hyatt shuttle to downtown Nashville. The Hyatt was located on Broadway, the main drag, near several popular bars, including The Stage, Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge, and Miranda Lambert’s Casa Rosa. It was also only blocks away from the historic Ryman Auditorium, the original home of the Grand Ole Opry.
After arriving at the Hyatt, they munched on their snacks and drinks as they unpacked. They had discussed going to dinner, but the couple could not keep their hands and lips off each other.
Before they knew it, they were both naked, kissing and sensually touching each other. Shannon then slid off the loveseat and positioned herself between Scott’s legs. He watched as she licked up and down his shaft before focusing on his ball sack. Shannon licked, kissed, and sucked. She was soon alternating between each ball, sucking on it for a few seconds, and then the other while slowing stroking his seven inches.
“It’s almost sunset,” she said pointing out their window. They were on the ninth floor and had a good view of the west as the orange-red sun started to drop below the horizon.
Scott stood up, grabbed her hand, and led her to the large floor-to-ceiling window in their suite. After they watched the sunset, he told her to get on her knees in the oversized chair. He lightly rubbed her swollen labia before sliding a finger into her wet pussy.
“Ohhh, yes,” she moaned. “That feels nice, but I want your cock. Fuck me hard and fast, baby!”
Scott positioned his large mushroom head and slowly guided his seven inches into her honey pot. He made several methodical thrusts before slapping her ass, “SMACK!”
Shannon had her arms wrapped around the back of the large chair as Scott began pounding her from behind, essentially in a modified doggy position. Every so often he’d add a softer playful ass slap.
After only two minutes Shannon announced, “I’m going to cum!”
“Me too!” said Scott.
With a few more hard thrusts her box began clamping down on his tool “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she exclaimed. Shannon’s knees and legs shook from her climax.
Scott was fighting his orgasm, trying to hold off until she was finished, but it was not working. “Oh, shit, I’m going to nut!” he said.
He pulled out, and with no stroking, he blasted several ropes of cum all over her back. The first gusher was easily six inches long and the largest load, it started between her shoulder blades and ran down toward her booty. The others were all over her lower back and half the length of the first shot of jizz. He finished by milking out a few blobs on her cute ass.
“Oh, man, that felt great!” he said. “But, you have cum all over your back, babe.”
“The first orgasm is always the best,” Shannon said, looking at him over her shoulder.
“C’mon, let’s jump in the shower and rinse off. Then we can go explore Broadway and find somewhere to dance,” Scott told her.
The Hyatt had a large walk-in shower that was easily four feet wide and six feet long, with a tile bench at the far end. It also featured a standard shower head on the wall but also had a “rain” shower head overhead. As the pair sensually washed each other Shannon took extra time washing Scott’s manhood. And, as expected, he grew a massive erection.
“Oh, look at what we have here,” Shannon teased. She backed up a few steps and took a seat on the bench. Soon her ruby red lips were wrapped around his throbbing dick as she rubbed his balls with one hand.
As her head bobbed up and down on his meat, Scott slowly thrust his hips, sending his mushroom head to the back of her throat. After two minutes he moaned, “I’m close.”
Shannon’s hand went back to his ball sack for a moment, and then she surprised him with a finger deep up his ass. She looked up at him and told him, “Gimmie your cum!” and quickly took his cock back in her mouth.
Her finger found his sacred spot and she rubbed and pressed on his prostate. “Ahhhhh, yes,” he mumbled. “Now!”
Scott’s body twitched and jerked as he busted his nut in her mouth, thanks to her prostate massage. She sat up, stood up, and started kissing him. She had only swallowed half his seed, so he was treated to a small snowball of his spunk.
When they stopped kissing, she asked, “How did you like your cum?”
Scott laughed, “I was surprised, but that was not my first snowball.”
They finished their shower, dried off, and got dressed to go out for the night. As they left the Hyatt, the concierge told them, “Enjoy dancing tonight because on Friday and Saturday, there will be three times the people in the bars.”
The End – Chapter Three
