An old Vacation

Stepping through the portal always seemed to disorient you, leaving you grasping for clarity for a few moments.

Your vision swam, up from down, you couldn't seem to make out your current whereabouts. All you could feel was the uncomfortable sensation of itchy course sheets underneath your prone form.

Luckily for you, the virtigo and lapses of situational awareness looked to have cleared up after thirty seconds or so.

Vision clear, you could now see that you were in a delapidated motel room that seemed, oddly familiar.

There were two suitcases next to the bed, that happened to catch your eye. One girly pink and the other--your eyes rounded when you recognised your old travel worn suitcase, the soccer stickers plastered all over it a dead giveaway. But hang on... Didn't you get rid of that ages ago?

Thinking back, you remember that you threw it away in a fit of anger after you broke up with your 'then' girlfriend Stacy. It was all because of that stupid hotel and spa retreat.

Your girlfriend Stacy didn't get the dates right, and you were both **** into this matchbox like room.

You had been seeing her for a few months at the time, you had met through a mutual friend. She had all the qualities that you were looking for. She was smart, outgoing, and attentive. Plus she really seemed into you, that's what had mattered.

All was going great, the trip was supposed to be a romantic getaway, you know, for a more physical connection. But you knew from past experience that this didn't happen, far from it actually.

From the mix up with the dates, to the arguments, and then finally being stuck in this dingy room for hours on end, something had to give. Unfortunately it was the relationship.

The other thing that had been causing a rift at the time was the lack of physical intimacy. You had kissed, groped and had oral sex. That was the extent of it.

This room turned turned out to be the ultimate cock-block.

Lying there on the bed, you mused silently how this universe could be different. The sound of the bathroom door opening broke you out of your reverie, turning, you gaped.

"Oh, you're awake sleepyhead!"

With her red hair wrapped in a towel, your girlfriend Stacy walked out absolutely nude.

This wasn't how you remembered her. She always used to cover her body whenever she could, only reluctantly would she disrobe when fooling around. Not so casual like this!

Seeing you dazed, Stacy gave you a quizzical stare. "What's wrong? Do I still have stuff in my hair from our drive over?"

You can see her fumbling through her hair for any excess debris, left there after you both decided on having the top down in the hired car. But all you could focus on was her pert, jiggling, wet sheaned tits, as she moved her arms about. She sure was putting on a show for you. Gulping, your gaze roved down to the tuft of pubic hair that covered her mound, her pussy lips peeking out as she moved her legs about as she figdeted with her tangled hair.

Hearing only silence from you, she paused her actions as she caught your gaze. Snapping to and grinning, you said the first thing that came to mind. "-Ah... No. I was just thinking how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girlfriend like you."

Flashing her radiant smile, it seemed to make this old room light up like never before.

"Aww..You! You're so cheesy! But don't think that we'll be fooling around tonight!" Admonishing you, she probably noticed your gaze, you were being pretty obvious.

"But-"

"No butts! You know how tired I am from all that's happened today. Let's just go to sleep for now so we're fresh for tomorrow,okay?"

That killed the mood quicker than the cracking drywall, you grumpily snuggled under the lice-ridden covers with your cock half hard. Your gaze still hungrily devoured her nude form as she turned back into the bathroom.

But for the second time tonight your gaze froze. There she was, walking into the bathroom with a buttplug in her pucker. It was a sizeable one too, as it kept winking at you, teasing you, that IT could be there, but YOU couldn't.

Your flagging cock made a quick counter-attack, filling itself with blood so it could show its metal towards the plastic offender. A rigid tent like a prized cock fighter, was arching itself in the direction of that supple ass and foreign enemy.

"Night baby."

You were still staring hard at the doorway as she came back in, still nude, only now she didn't have the towel or buttplug.

Was it a figment of your imagination? But that still wouldn't explain her naturalist approach. Not that you were complaining. But what now?

You waited as she turned off the lights and got under the covers next to you. Silence persued.

"Babe?"

"Yes?"

"I know you like to wear your clothes so you don't have to get ready the next day, but I think you should take them off. I still need you to be in me tonight as that's the only way I can get to sleep. You know I need the real thing in my anus, please?"