As Scott and Shannon walked up the street in midtown Sacramento, he pointed out various shops, restaurants, and bars. He explained that in the mid-eighties, this area of town was depressed, with many empty storefronts and abandoned houses, but things were redeveloped starting in the early 2000s, and now the area is thriving.
When he opened the door to Zocalo’s the mild aroma of Mexican food welcomed them. After being seated they ordered two of the house specialty drinks: the Margarita Grande. It is made with fresh lime juice, top-notch tequila (your choice of five brands), agave nectar, a splash of ice water, shaken, and served on the rocks.
As they casually noshed on chips, salsa, and guacamole, Scott asked Shannon more about her job, the places she’d traveled to, etc. She said she’d been to every state except Alaska, and twenty-two countries. He told her that he regretted jumping into the workforce after college. He talked about how several friends took two to six months to travel in the States, Europe, and Asia after graduation.
“I thought I was Michael J. Fox’s character from Family Ties, Alex P. Keaton. You know, the yuppie republican.”
Shannon laughed, “Where have you traveled? Besides your baseball trip when we met.”
He explained that as a kid, his family had a travel trailer, and for two weeks every August they’d explore the western states, often going to Yellowstone National Park. “That was Dad’s trip,” he laughed. “Mom’s was one week on the beach at Seacliff State Park in Santa Cruz during the week of the Fourth of July,” Scott said he had traveled to thirty-seven states, Mexico, Canada, and a two-week group tour to China with his dad a few years earlier.
“Thirty-seven states is a lot more than most people,” she said.
“I did a lot of traveling with my previous career as a Corporate Meeting and Convention Planner,” Scott said.
The two then discussed their adult kids, their marriages and divorces, and a bit about their childhood, while they ate their entrees and had a second margarita. Shannon commented on the time, and he told her it was still early, just 7:00 pm.
“I have to be back to the hotel in an hour, but I don’t want our date to end,” she said.
Scott smiled, “Well, let’s go back to your room and watch TV.”
Shannon explained that flight crews cannot host guests in their rooms, but they could hang out in the lobby together.
“What if I got a room at the hotel? Could you visit my room?” Scott asked.
“That’s a good question. Technically, I’m not hosting you,” she said with a sly smile.
“Let’s go to the hotel, you can check in with the girls, and I’ll text you my room number,” Scott said.
After a brief five-minute recap of our day with crew chief Cindy, Shannon texted that she was on her way to my room. He wasn’t sure what their evening would be because they were connecting on so many levels. He wondered, “How could we have a long-term relationship living so far apart?”
Her knock on the door snapped Scott back to reality. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Shannon in a Hyatt robe. As she stepped into the room, she opened it up to reveal her naked body with her sexy MILF curves.
“Are you hungry for dessert?” she giggled.
Smiling, Scott told her, “Starving!”
They embraced in the short hallway from the door to the bedroom area and kissed softly. His hands cupped her ass and gave each cheek a nice gentlemanly squeeze. Shannon’s soft moan fueled his passion and desire even more.
Scott dropped to his knees and kissed all over her lower stomach area, slowly moving south toward her small triangular patch of trimmed pubic hair. His tongue dove into her folds and I tasted her sweet juice for the first time.
“Ooohhh, yes,” she sighed. “More.”
“Get on the bed,” Scott told her as he stripped off my shirt and shorts.
When he turned around, he saw the Italian beauty on her back, her legs spread and bent at the knees, with two fingers playing with her pussy. Scott stared for a few seconds, as he got turned on watching a woman play with herself. Unconsciously he began stroking his thick manhood.
As she opened her eyes, pausing her self-love, Shannon asked, “Are you going to have dessert?”
Scott crawled on the bed, slowly kissing his way up her inner thighs. His hands gently held her hips as he circled her mons and then up and down her swollen labia. Finally, Scott probed his tongue into her wet slit, running his velvet organ up and down several times before tongue fucking her pink pleasure palace.
Shannon grabbed my head, pulling slightly, and said, “Stop teasing me, focus on my clit.”
Scott laughed, “Does someone want to cum?”
His mouth opened wide and tried sucking her entire pussy, her clit, labia, everything. The tip of his tongue easily found her tic-tac as it bloomed from under its hood, flicking it several times causing Shannon to twitch.
“Softer, baby,” she said. “Lick it, suck it, and finger me.”
Having been given his orders, he dipped one finger into her juicy canyon and rubbed up and down her folds before penetrating her love tunnel. After a few soft bangs he knew she could easily take two fingers, so Scott added his middle finger. His lips returned to her clit area, and he lightly sucked on her nub a bit before licking it with slow, soft strokes.
Scott opened his eyes and looked up at Shannon to see one hand rolling a nipple in her fingers, and that she was sucking on two fingers from the other hand. “This woman is my type of sexual vixen!” he thought.
The handsome divorcee wanted to make her cum, and quickly, as he was laying on his throbbing boner and he wanted to bury it in her snatch. So, he went to his “go-to” move, he curled the two fingers up toward her stomach and went in search of her G-spot. Scott knew he found it when she twitched. His fingers applied soft pressure and slowly massaged her pleasure button.
“I’m close. Fuck, that feels so good,” she stammered.
Shannon’s hips slowly began to rise off the bed, indicating her desire to get off. He applied just a bit more pressure to her G-spot and made a quick rubbing motion with my fingers. Her pussy was flowing like the mighty Mississippi and there was a large wet spot on the gray bedspread.
The walls of her vagina spasmed and then squeezed his fingers indicating she was about to climax. Her moans grew louder, and sexier, in Scott’s opinion. He sucked on her clit softly and the tip of his tongue circled her blooming flower.
“Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck! I’m cumming!” Shannon yelled.
Her body shook, she gasped for air and released a primal growl. He stopped sucking her clit and his fingers exited her kitty. The fingers were covered in a delicious-looking creamy cum. He licked a tiny bit off and then offered her a taste. Shannon sucked his fingers clean.
“You taste good, don’t you?” he asked her.
She smiled, “I love tasting myself.”
She lay still as her breathing slowly went back to normal as she enjoyed the after-effects of her orgasm. Scott repositioned himself on the bed and snuggled her on his side, with one leg over hers.
After a couple minutes of silence, she turned her head toward him, “I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight.”
He looked Shannon in the eyes and said, “I hope this isn’t a one-time thing. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you the past few weeks, and have had a great time today.”
“I’d like to see you again too,” she replied.
“I want to visit you in Charlotte in a few weeks, depending on your schedule,” he said.
Shannon smiled, “I’d like that.”
Scott kissed her forehead and looked her in the eyes again, “Shannon, I’m crushing on you.”
THE END – Chapter Two
