Taming the Scribe Ch. 2

As the flight to London leveled off I began to construct my report outline from the scattered notes accumulated during the previous three weeks. After ten minutes and three false starts I said to hell with it and asked the stewardess for a couple Chivas miniatures. The short flight to Gatwick would be the perfect opportunity to think about this development with Jennifer and gather my thoughts. I was not scheduled back in the office for another week and had plenty of time to prepare my report. The first plastic cup of scotch went down smoothly. I would sip the second and allow my mind to wander....

I couldn't believe Deion Sanders was still playing in the NFL but I remembered somewhere that he was with the Redskins now. "Neon" Deion they had first called him back in college at Florida State when Bobby Bowden was still a few years from having a national title contender every year. Deion was a flashy cornerback that made headlines and added a couple ticks to the point spread every time the Seminoles played. The night before his last college football game, the Sugar Bowl on New Year's night 1989 versus Auburn, Jennifer and I had an evening we both would remember for a very long time.

Paul and I had been going to the Sugar Bowl every other year or so since we had gotten out of college. We always stayed at the Marriott down by the French Quarter, gambled heavily on the game, and did our fair share of drinking. When he became engaged to Beth it was only natural that her crowd would join in for these annual trips. She had been a sorority girl at the University of Texas and as luck would have it Jennifer was one of her best friends from the house. The first time I saw Jennifer she took my breath away.

She was wearing an oversized UT sweatshirt and a pair of old jeans that were tight in all the right places. I saw her spectacular ass first and as she pivoted to greet me the denim clung briefly to her crack, stretching the worn fabric tightly across the butt I suddenly desired. I tore my eyes from that marvelous sight in time to see the faintest outline of her breasts under her heavy cotton top. God, she had a pair!

Then I saw that angelic face and knew I had to have her. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from her second vodka and cranberry juice, which only accentuated the dazzling blue eyes that gazed over me. Dark brown hair framed the sexiest cheekbones I had ever seen and her smile was slow and demure. When she flicked an errant drop from her full lips, with a languid movement of her tongue just as our eyes met, I found myself unable to halt a rapidly developing erection.

She was there with Tommy, but they both made it clear from the start they were no longer boyfriend/girlfriend but merely sharing a room as old friends to keep expenses down. Tommy was also a friend of Paul's and I had known him for a couple years. At the first opportunity I cornered him at the bar and told him I thought Jennifer was hot. Did I have any kind of chance with her?

"If she likes you, you sure do. The girl loves to drink and raise hell," he replied before pausing for a moment. "But be careful. She's a tiger in bed and believe me she will wear your ass out if she gets on a roll."

I only talked to her briefly then but we all agreed to meet later in the evening for dinner and a night on the town taking in the New Years Eve festivities. When I got back to my room there was a note from the guys I was sharing it with saying they were heading for a party on the other side of town and would likely be out all night. The main thing they emphasized was to get our bets down on Auburn immediately as the price was dropping. They would see me tomorrow.

It took me two hours to get our action down. The game had opened Florida State by six points and heavy Auburn action had knocked the price down, but I felt good in getting five and a half points with the Tigers after a good deal of shopping. Each of us had a dime on the game and we all thought it would be low scoring. Every point would be crucial.

By the time I caught up with the gang they were feeling no pain after a couple of bottles of wine at dinner. Tommy pulled me aside with a big grin on his face. "Jennifer told me I could have the room tonight if I wanted it. Then I heard her tell Beth you were going to get lucky. Son, I hope you like to eat pussy because you are going to feast tonight!"

With that heads-up I started making sure every drink that came to Jennifer was a double, while I kept topping up my lone scotch with water. Shortly we found ourselves separated from the crowd and on a side street in the Quarter. I pulled her into a deserted doorway and looked straight into those deep blue eyes, but before I could make a move she cupped my chin with both hands and pulled my mouth down to hers.

A full minute later she broke the kiss and took me by the hand. "Lets go to your room," was all she said as she led me back to the hotel. I kissed her again in the elevator while she slipped her hand between her legs for a moment. As the elevator door opened she took her scented, sticky index finger and wiped it across my upper lip.

When we entered the room she softly whispered, "Strip, and then lie face up on the bed. I hope you are a patient little boy who can do as he's told." I did as she commanded and noticed the bed side clock read 11:30.

For the next hour I ate her pussy. Quickly I realized her mastery of riding the male tongue as she instructed me to bring my hands together and lay them horizontally above my head. As she lowered that magnificent ass onto my face, she squeezed my upper arms together with her muscular legs. Now pinioned and completely helpless, she gave each of my nipples an evil pinch that made me scream into her sopping wet pussy. With my mouth now open she placed her clit between my lips and merely said, "Show me how much you want to fuck me."

We did not change positions for sixty minutes and when finally she let me up the crazed look in her eyes told me I had met my match. My tongue was raw from the constant pounding she had given me and her countless orgasms had drenched my face with her juices. "I guess your cock is hard enough now to give me what I need. Fuck me doggy style like you mean it," she commanded.

As she positioned herself on all fours I was mesmerized by that hot sweaty ass. I don't know if the light coming through the closely drawn drapes was from the moon, or more likely, the evening glow from the city, but the narrow beam framed perfectly that classic eroticism which had first spoken to my soul. Then, as if the Gods themselves were whispering to me, an idea flashed through my brain.

I had certainly paid my dues with the hellion and thus her ass would be mine this night! As I stroked her pussy from behind I leaned over to the desk drawer and pulled out a small jar of Vaseline positioned there for exactly this possibility. I scooped out half the container and slowly began to lubricate my cock with a thick film of the penetrating gel. As I continued to stroke her pussy from behind I drooled a small gob of spittle down the crack of her ass and, as it ran down her clenched rosebud, I slowly pressed my index finger against her opening.

She whimpered then, still unsuspecting as I entered her with one finger. "Fuck me now," she begged. And so I did. With my legs inching up behind her open thighs and evenly spread for maximum leverage, I grabbed her hips with both hands and plunged my rock hard cock into her virgin ass to the hilt. The cry that came from her lips was a dizzying mosaic of pleasure laced with pain as her body shook with a massive orgasm. She gasped for breath.

Again and again I impaled that sweet ass until my aching balls could hold back no longer. The explosion of cum that mixed with Vaseline to coat her slippery passageway was the longest and most satisfying of my life. I had rode the tiger and come out on top. Exhausted we both fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning the phone's constant ringing brought me back to my senses. My buddies had survived the night downtown and were on the way back. Were the bets down they asked? As I assured them they were I saw on the mirror a note from Jennifer written in scarlet lipstick, "I will never forget last night. J"

I looked for Jennifer at the game but couldn't find her and had not seen her since. The boys all got drunker than hell that night as Auburn lost 13-7 when "Neon" Deion intercepted the Tiger's last pass in the endzone with less than thirty seconds to go. Five and a half points had not been enough.

The fasten seat belt sign rang on as we began our descent into Gatwick. The scotch combined with the fatigue of the Bosnian trip had brought the memories back to me with a crystal clarity. I remembered it all, from the salty taste of her pussy to the viselike grip of her ass as I pounded her back door. God what a woman....

Now Jennifer was to be my new boss. Something told me I had better get myself prepared.

To Be Continued...