Karen Invites Jon to Her Room

When Jon is faced with sleeping in the airport, Karen comes to the rescue

Arriving at the baggage carousel, Karen joined the fellow stranded travelers. She tapped Jon on the shoulder.

“Ah, Jon, I was hoping that I would see you again. Did everything work out?”

“Yes, I have a flight tomorrow.” He attempted a smile.

Her hand lightly held his upper arm. She gently squeezed her calm into him. “I’m so glad. I was worried. And, tonight?”

“I’ll sleep here — somewhere. Not so bad.” He forced a smile, and then continued scanning the bags, looking for his.

Karen remained standing behind him. She placed her comforting hand on his back. Jon’s bag finally came around and he grabbed it.

“Jon,” Karen stood close and spoke softly, “please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t want you to sleep in the airport. You can share my room. You can sleep with me. I mean, sleep in my room.” Her lips pressed tightly together.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, now let’s get going. The courtesy van is due any minute.” She turned toward the door to the passenger pickup aisle. Jon followed.

They took their seats in the van. “If the restaurant is still open, can I buy you dinner?”

“Of course, that would be nice of you.” She put her arm around his shoulder. Her fingers lightly caressed his neck. The soothing magic of her touch relaxed Jon.

In the hotel lobby, Jon stood aside while she registered at the front desk. They rode the elevator in silence. She unlocked the door and held it open for him. A few steps inside the room, Jon froze. She followed his gaze to the rooms solitary king sized bed. She tossed a quickly little smile and shrugged her shoulders.

“Yes, I expected to be alone and reserved a king bed. With the rush of stranded passengers, they couldn’t change it.”

“Ah –”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. We’re adults.” She hoisted her bag onto the rack and unzipped it. “The man at the desk said that the restaurant has stopped serving, but we can still get bar snacks, if you want.”

“Sure.”

The bar was crowded with stranded passengers, but they found a table and scanned the muted menu of bar food available.

Karen said, “I’d kill for a salad. But, get whatever.”

“Some kind of draft light beer,” Jon answered the waitress’s query. “And, some chicken wings and sliders.”

“I would like a glass of white wine,” Karen added. She reached across the table and touched his hand. “So, Jon, we haven’t had much of a chance to talk. If you are a serial killer, you would tell me, right?”

He chuckled. “Maybe. I’m a computer programmer and haven’t killed anyone… today.”

She laughed. “I’m a dancer. Or, rather a dance instructor. I teach girls ballet and such. I’m moving to California. I just took a job teaching at an all-girls school — for rich kids.”

“I see.” Their drinks arrived and they took a couple of swallows.

“Forgive me if I’m nervous. But, to set the record straight, I’ve never invited a man into my hotel room before.”

“Ah, well, this is my first such invitation.”

“Being such a naughty girl, I should be spanked.”

Jon coughed.

The food arrived. They drank and finished the food. Returning to the elevator, she held his hand.

In the privacy of the elevator car she asked, “Have you ever spanked a girl?”

“Ah, no.”

“Would you like to try it? Spank me? It’s been a long time, and I’ve missed having a nice smacky bum.” She swiveled her hips.

Jon looked down, studying her eyes. They were bright and playful. They were standing close together, and in her flat shoes she was a couple of inches shorter than him. He inhaled deeply, trying to look dominant.

“Yes, I would like to try it.” He spoke slowly and clearly.

She smiled, and then meekly looked down to study her shoes.

“Okay.” She drew the word out as though it had at least three syllables. Then, she slowly lifted her face. As she held his eyes, she stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his lips.

Jon touched her face. Her lips parted. He stooped and haltingly kissed her again.

Taking his hand, she led him back to her room. Jon watched her close and lock the door. She attached the safety chain before facing him. After a glance, she looked down to her shoes. She clasped her hands behind her back and twisted in a coy, schoolgirl fashion.

“Sir, how did you want me? That is, how did you want to position me for my spanking?”

Jon cleared his throat and glanced about the room. His mind spun through the scenarios he had seen played out in the videos. There was no straight back chair. Both the reading chair by the window and the office style desk chair had arms. He sat on the corner of the bed.

“Over my lap, of course.” He tried to sound firm and confident.

With some hesitation, which Jon thought might be real trepidation, she lowered herself across his knees. She reached up to the head of the bed and pulled a pillow under her face. Her hips were squarely over his thigh and she opened her feet a foot or so apart. She dug the toes of her sneakers into the carpet.

“May I have a safe word, Sir?”

“Yes.” The confident tone in his voice came easy. “If you say ‘horse feathers’ once, then I will know to be more gentle. If you say it twice, I will stop your punishment. Otherwise, any pleas you make — any begging for me to stop — will only be a sign that my spanking is getting its job done. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.”

He placed his left arm across her waist; his hand gripped her side and pulled her snug against his belly. His right hand lightly touched her derrière. Jon gave Karen a caress followed by a gentle squeeze. Her flesh was so delicious to hold. She invitingly wiggled. He lifted his hand and lightly patted her tush. He had watched endless spanking videos, and performed this exact act many times in his dreams.

Karen wiggled again. He swatted her other butt cheek — a bit harder.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, inviting more.

He gave her a genuine smack. Jon marveled at the way his hand sank into her soft bottom; sank to her firm core as her flesh molded around his palm.

“OH!” she groaned, louder. She pressed her face into the pillow. “Oh, Sir, I am sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you are going to be.”

With the same intensity, he resumed the smacking repetitions. He alternated between her rump cheeks, pausing momentarily between swats to enjoy the quivers of her full bottom. She was clearly not wearing panties under the tight stretch pants. She might have been wearing a thong, but Jon was certain that there was only the single, thin layer of cloth between his hand and her bare fanny. She continued to cry out with each smack, but she held the pillow tight to muffle the sound.

He increased the intensity — slightly.

“OUCH,” she exclaimed into the pillow. She raised her head. “Oh, Sir, please, I won’t be naughty again.”

“When I am finished, I’m certain that will be true.” SMACK!

“Sir, it hurts so bad! Please, be gentle. I promise to be good.”

She had not used the safe-word. Dialing up his intensity another notch, Jon continued spanking her derrière. Her hips rhythmically lifted to meet his hand. Her firm pubic bone pulsed into his thigh as his hand smacked her butt back down.

His cock swelled and pressed against her side. It was threatening to cum in his pants. Jon increased the force of his swats one more level, and gave each of her cheeks two more sharp smacks.

“There, I think that is enough. Do you think you can be a good girl now?” He released his grip on her waist and lifted her shoulder.

“Yes-yes, Sir, I will behave.” She rolled off his lap and knelt on the floor. For a moment, Jon thought she was going to offer him a blow job. “May I get ready for bed now, Sir?”

“Yes”

She stood. “May I rub my bottom, Sir?” she whined. “It is soo sore.”

“Yes, you may.”

He watched as her left hand rubbed her round bottom while she fished inside her suitcase. She pulled something out.

“Excuse me,” she said, and went into the bathroom. In a few minutes, she reappeared wearing a silky, knee length nightgown. She was clutching her street clothes to her chest. She was barefoot. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t have room to pack a robe.”

Her tiny toes were highlighted with a red polish in contrast to the powder-blue cloth of her nightie.

“You are so beautiful.” Jon’s erection strained against the zipper of his jeans.

Her eyes sparkled. “Thank you.” She put her clothes into the suitcase. When she stood, her breasts swayed under her nightgown; it was clear that she was bra-less. “Your turn.” She pointed toward the bathroom.

“Ah, ah, I didn’t anticipate this. I don’t have anything to wear. I’ll, ah, I will sleep in my clothes.”

She pulled the bedcover back. “What? Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve seen men in their BVDs before.” She grinned and came to his side of the bed. She unbuttoned his shirt. “Relax, it’s okay.” She pulled the shirt down from his shoulders. Her fingers caressed his back. “Your muscles are so tense.” She stepped back. “Tell you what, you finish undressing and I’ll get some lotion. I’ll give you a massage. Then, you will sleep better. You have a busy day tomorrow.”

She fished around in her suitcase. Jon languidly completed undressing. Wearing nothing but his plain white briefs, he watched her peaked nipples strain against the fabric of her gown as she retrieved the bottle of lotion.

“There.” She held the bottle as though it were a trophy. She examined him for the briefest second. He guarded the appearance of the tent his stiffy formed in his underpants. “Go on, get onto your belly.” She pointed at the bed.

Jon complied, careful to keep his tented underwear from her view, he folded his erection against his belly. He laid face down into a pillow and inhaled the freshness of her scent. It had been the pillow that she had used to muffle her cries as he spanked her. He inhaled deeply as his cock throbbed, pinned under his belly. Karen climbed onto the bed beside him. She straddled his knees. She lightly touched his back. With feathery strokes, her fingers began at the waistband of his briefs, and worked their way up his spine. Sighing, Jon relaxed into the pillow-top of the mattress. She bent low so that her hair caressed his body. Upon reaching his shoulders, she massaged the lotion into his skin. Firmly, she kneaded his stressed back muscles.

“Oooh, that feels good.”

Finished with his shoulders, she worked her way down his sides. When she again reached the white cotton briefs, she slid her fingers under the elastic. Reflexively, Jon started to twist away when she snatched them down over his bare butt.

Smack, she spanked his ass.

“No, you stay still.”

He obeyed and collapsed back down as she pulled the underpants down to his knees, and then completely off. Suddenly, her nightgown appeared on the bed beside his face. Again, Jon tried to turn to look at her — her naked body.

Smack — “Ouch”

“Behave yourself! No peeking.” he pressed his face back into the pillow.

She straddled him again. This time, she sat upon his bare butt. The curly hairs on her mons tickled him as she rocked back and forth while repeating the massage. She leaned forward to rub his shoulders, and when she leaned back her damp pussy pressed into his posterior. In harmony with her massage strokes, her hips flexed back and forth as she rubbed herself against his flesh. Her warm moisture trickled between his buns. His rock hard cock screamed in agony. Shifting down to his knees, she bent low and kissed his bottom.

“Goodness, I seem to have leaked, and gotten you all wet.” She kissed his bottom again. His manhood almost spilled the goods when her tongue touched him.

“Okay, time for the other side.” She climbed off his back and knelt beside him on the bed.

“What?” Jon’s erection strained under his belly.

“You heard me, roll over.” He didn’t move. “Do I have to smack your ass again?”

Haltingly, Jon rolled onto his back. Like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, his freed boner reached for the ceiling.

“Oh my!”

She cupped his tight balls in one hand and gripped his shaft with the other. It twitched in her grasp. She leaned to examine him. He stared at her full bosom as her breasts swayed. She smiled as her nipple responded to his touch. He caressed it as it hardened. She ran her fingers over the tip of his erectiom and used the drop of precum that materialized to lubricate him.

“You look to need some relief. You will never get to sleep with this.” She leaned down to kiss the tip. He watched as she rolled her tongue around it. “Do you want to put it in my mouth, or in my pussy? It is your choice.”

“I choose your pussy. But, first I want to taste you.”

“Mm,” she stretched out and opened her legs. Jon twisted into a sixty-nine position. While leaning on one elbow, his other hand opened her pussy to expose her pinkness.

“You’re so beautiful.” His index finger opened her soft petal-like flesh to expose her glistening treasure. Her body trembled. “Did I hurt you?”

“Oh, no! That feels very good.”

Jon found her clit and kissed it. Karen held his erection, softly stroking him. His tongue explored along her slit until he tasted her. He pushed his tongue inside to get more of her honey.

“Oh, no more. Please, I need you inside me now.” She pushed him down on his back. She straddled him. She stroked his tip along her slit, and then positioned it into her warm opening. She sat down onto his hips and impaled herself on the erection.

“Ah, Jon, you feel so good inside me.” She lifted and sat again, pressing him deeper inside her. She gripped his shaft inside her pussy. “Do you feel that?”

“Yes, oh yeess,” he sighed as her warmth rocked his core. “Ah, do I need a condom?” He didn’t have one, he hoped that she did.

“No, there is no need to worry about that. Besides, I want to feel your skin, your bare skin inside me. Ahh…” She impaled him deeper. “Push it in deep. Ah, just like that.” He did it again, straining to push as hard as he could. “Oh, Jon, yes — when you do that it hits my G-spot. Oh, my God, that feels soo good.”

She sensed he was about to burst and she wanted to slow him down. Without haste, she continued to pump up and down — riding him like the proverbial cowgirl. Jon joined her gentle rhythm and squeezed his pelvic muscles on the in-thrust. Her eyes closed as she milked in the pleasure.

“Hold my breasts, pinch my nipples. Ah, yes — a little harder.”

Her eyes closed and her mouth formed a silent ‘O’. Her body tensed and she ground their pubic bones together.

“Oh, Jon, I’m cuming.”

Her pussy clamped down on his cock. Instantly, his cum expoloded inside her. His hips spasmed, as his cock drove still deeper. The orgasm flowed through him as he quivered beneath her.

THE END

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