Two a.m. The famous 'closing time' at just about any bar in America. But it's a Wednesday and a slow one at that. Everyone's gone from the bar here at Hojo's and I can clean up the place. Dave runs the bar here, plays the stereo to control the mood of the crowd, and since he wants me to hop to it, the speakers start playing "Twist and Shout". I began to gather the sundry mugs, glasses and bottles and Dave begins to haul out the vacuum to get the peanuts off the floor.
I begin to clear off the back booth when I notice it's still occupied. This guy's crashed out here, laid out on the bench seat dead to the world. He's about 6' 1", not in too bad of shape, considering his clothes mark him as a corperate rep or salesman. Dark brown hair cut short and spiky kinda gives him the look of a fourty year old Matt Damon... if he stopped taking care of himself at thirty.
I grab an ankle and tug at it. "Hey buddy, time to go to your room." "Buddy, gotta move it." The guy begins to rouse, then sits up with a start. He looks around and tries to get his bearings. He apologizes, having fallen asleep after his beer, exausted after a long stretch on the road. I move away and finish bussing the tables and still this guy is here. I ask him why he's staying. Guy's been a traveling sales rep for eight years and ain't made his mark in the company. Eight long lonely years on the road has led him to quite a few closing times.
I sympathise. Hell, living in a small town supported by a Hojo's, it's hard to socialize, I hadn't really talked with anyone like this in a couple of years. Me and Mark chatted while Dave vacuumed up the place, about fourty-five minutes in all, but all the time he could give us. As we were walking out he said "Goodnight, Sandy" and kissed my cheek.
Now I don't know if it was the three years of frustration, the good vibe from Mark, or the alignment of some star, but I quietly slipped my hand into his and let him lead me to his room. Once inside he kissed me, gods did he kiss me, his lips warm and wet, his tounge moving into my mouth. I moved my hands around him to grasp his rather nice backside while his hands began to massage my B-cups through my blouse. Finally I moved away. I had to have what I'd been denied the last few years. I moved Mark to the bed where he sat down and I knelt between his legs. I took off his shoes and socks, then undid his belt. Unclasping his suspenders, I pulled his pants off of him, taking the underwear with me as I went. His penis sprung up, nine inches long and quite erect. I looked at it carefully, noticing how I could see the tracing of his veins and muscles on his circumcised shaft. But looking wasn't what I was after, as I just love giving blowjobs. I moved right to his rod and gently licked the head, running the broad part of my tongue over his glans, letting the tip dip into the slit at the top, made him lean back and moan in pleasure. Encouraged, I formed my lips into an 'O' and slowly slid his rod into my mouth. Once I had taken it all into me, I swirled my tounge around the shaft as I made my way back up. Soon I wass bobbing my head frantically up and down his organ as he moaned and twisted in pleasure. Soon I felt his sack tighten and I took his penis all the way into my mouth to be rewarded with splash after splash of his semen against the back of my throat.
After briefly licking him clean, I hurried up and got ready to leave. Mark asked why I was in such a hurry to go, but I just got up and moved to the door. He fumbled about to get his pants on and followed me out and asked why he couldn't make me happy. I got in my car and locked the door. Then I told him, told him that I'd been born a guy, and still actually had my equipment down there. To my surprise he said that it was ok, that he didn't have any hang ups about it, that this was the first night he'd felt good... flet human in years.
I quietly followed him back to his room, taking a chance, a big chance I knew. But he sat back down on the bed and asked me to take my clothes off. I removed my blouse, baring my breasts to him. I then turned around and slid my skirt and panties down as Mark looked longingly at my ass. Finally I stood up and turned back to him so he could see that I indeed possess a five-inch penis. I was quite surprised when he took me by the hips and covered my organ with his mouth. It had been a long time since a lover of mine had treated me to this expirence and I was loving the feel of his rough toung running over my rod. I began sighing, my hands moving up to my breasts of their own accord.
But the night was not done with it's little twists. The intensity of Mark's mouth upon me soon had my penis hardening despite the hormones I took daily. Once this fact made it into his head he smiled oddly and lied down on the bed face down. I asked him what he was doing, and he said I was the one doing. Doing him.
I could have been knocked over with a feather as I reached into the cheap nightstand for one of the little packs of KY the motel leaves with the condoms and coated my penis with it. Dabbing a little on Mark's puckered opening I straddled him and placed the tip at his opening and pushed it. He grunted as slowly my five inches worked into his ass, an incredible sensation for me as I'd never taken someone this way, I'd always been the takee. But my libido took over and I felt the wonderful sensation of his spinchter massaging my shaft as I pumped it in and out of Mark. Soon he too was panting in pleasure as I leaned forward to press my breasts to his back and nibble his earlobe. Finally it was too much for me, and I began to deposit a small but sticky load of my semen into Mark's bowel.
I left Mark soon after cleaning up, but we were happy. I kissed him goodbye and he gave me a small travel calendar. As he said, he travels often, but he's planning on making this a regular cross-country stop. Dave's noticed the spring in my step as I prepare to open the bar today, because Mark is due in tonight.