“Not at all,” she said in a soft, sexy tone.
“I’m Cameron,” I said, reaching out my hand.
“Myra,” she replied. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“That accent,” I said, holding onto her hand. “Very southern.”
“I’m on vacation.” She giggled. “I’m from Alabama. Huntsville to be exact.”
“Well, I love a girl with some southern charm,” I flirted. “And how are you enjoying your time here, Miss Huntsville, Alabama? A bit colder than Alabama, I’m assuming.”
“I thought I was going to freeze.” She laughed. “I find it much more enjoyable to be inside with a hot bath and a fireplace.”
“Even though I’m a ski instructor and tend to find my enjoyment in the snow,” I said. “Being in a hot bath next to a fireplace with you sounds much more appealing.”
We sat there talking for a while, and the martinis were definitely flowing for this sexy girl. Glen tapped his watch every time I looked over at him. At exactly fifty-eight minutes before my hour was up, I figured I had lost my bet, but I’d already invested too much time to not see it through. To my surprise, just as that thought crossed my mind, Myra leaned across the table and perched her lips next to my ear, grasping onto my thigh.
“Why don’t you come up to my room and let me take care of you?” she whispered, grasping onto my cock.
“I like the sound of that.” I smiled, glancing over at Glen.
I stood up, adjusting myself
, and handed the bartender my card, telling him to leave it with the guy at the bar and he would sign for the drinks. I reached down, took the girl’s hand, and pulled her toward the elevator. She stumbled a little and giggled before climbing in the elevator and biting her lip. She watched me walk in, shaking my head and laughing. As soon as the doors closed, she was on me, her lips crushed against mine, her hand rubbing heavily against my hardening package.
We stumbled out of the elevator and to her room, where she tossed open the door and walked inside. I closed the door and locked it behind me. She tossed her bag on the floor and pulled her sweater over her head, laughing. She beckoned me toward her with a curl of her finger. I smiled and did as she asked, closing the distance between us. She kissed my lips a few more times and unhooked her bra, letting her big, fake tits bounce out. Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, looking up at me as she unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the floor. She pulled my boxers down to my knees and tightly grasped my hard cock.
I groaned and threw my head back as her big lips slid over the tip. The feeling of her warm tongue swirling around the head shook me to the core. She slid her mouth down and around the shaft, pushing her head all the way to the base before pulling her head back. The suction in the back of her throat threw me completely off balance. I groaned loudly, looking over in the full-length mirror, and I watched her titties bounce and jiggle and my cock slide in and out of her mouth. My hands went down to her hair, and I pulled it back into a ponytail, holding tightly as she slobbered hard on my dick.
“Yeah,” I groaned.
She looked up at me, her mouth curving into a smile. She reached her other hand up and rolled my balls around in her palm. I could feel the heat in my stomach beginning to build, watching this sexy-ass redhead deep throat my cock over and over again. She lunged forward, taking it all into her throat and pausing at the bottom, rolling my cock around in her throat. I thrust my hips forward, holding onto the back of her head, and listened to her moan as I took charge of the situation and started to fuck her face.
I put one hand down on the dresser beside me and grabbed onto her hair, pushing her down and pulling her back up, watching as her eyes watered and her lips moved from smiles to completely full of my dick. She reached her hands down and grabbed her tits, her muffled moaning turning me on even more. I could feel my cock swelling in her throat, and the heat in my stomach turned into a blazing fire.
I spread my legs farther apart and let her take back over, putting my hands on my hips and focusing on the feeling of my cock deep in her soft throat. Her head bobbed up and down fast and deep, and I dug my fingers into my skin, waiting for the release that was coming soon. Just when I thought I had a couple of minutes still, she started to lash her tongue up and around my shaft, focusing in on one spot right under the head where the nerves were raw and ready. I groaned, reaching down and grabbing the base, watching as she pulled her mouth back and lifted her big tits in the air. I started to stroke my erection with my hand, her slobber providing more than enough lubrication.
“Come on my tits,” she moaned. “I want to feel it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, fisting my cock hard.
My hand slipped down one last time, and I grasped tightly to the shaft and growled loudly. Hot streams of my seed shot out in layers over her bouncing tits. She moaned loudly, her red lipstick smeared across her mouth, and rings of the crimson left at the base of my dick. I stroked it for a bit longer, getting the last drops dribbling down her neck. I let out a deep breath, relaxing my shoulders and shaking my head with a smile.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, pulling up my boxers and pants as she stood to her feet and walked into the bathroom.
“Why don’t you stay and take a bath with me,” she said, smirking. “There is definitely more where that came from.”
“Aww,” I replied, groaning. “That sounds amazing, but I have to go to work early tomorrow. Why don’t you give me your number?”
I was lying. I didn’t have to go to work, but I always made it a point not to stick around too long during these things. She pouted and walked over, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. As she handed it to me, I gave her a fake pout back and kissed her on the cheek. She walked me to the door, and I climbed in the elevator, leaning back against the wall as the doors slid shut. I smiled to myself and looked down at the paper. I shook my head and crumpled it up, tossing it in the small wastebasket in the corner of the elevator.
Ski Season had officially begun.
Chapter 2
Bea
I pulled a pot from underneath the cabinet, set it in front of me on the counter, and dumped six cups of water into it. My phone was pressed between my shoulder and my ear, and I listened to Hailey talk about her date two nights before while trying to get dinner started. My boyfriend Grant would be home soon, and he hated it when dinner wasn’t ready when he walked through the door.