No Room At The Inn

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Ruth leads the way from the dam into town along the main road. About halfway through town, she pulls into the motel she had observed, on the way up. With a spring in her step, she heads into reception. Greg remains in his car, so he can avoid advertising the wet spot on his jeans.Emerging from reception, Ruth looks at Greg, raises her arms, shrugs, shakes her head, and mouths, “Booked out.”They drive a little further up the road and pull over. Ruth joins Greg in his car to chat. “What now?” she asks, “They are booked out, and you made me so damn horny.” After a short pause with a sigh, she continues, “I do know a little tennis club here that is surrounded by a huge cypress hedge. That might work for us.”“Let’s go there then and check it out.”They kiss. Ruth goes back to her car and leads the way. As they pull into the tennis club, they drive slowly and stop Sex hikayeleri just inside against the hedge. Ruth points to a spot further in beside some sort of shed, where there is also a patch of grass. She pulls up with the nose of her car almost touching the hedge. Greg manoeuvres his car so the cars, hedge, and shed form a privacy screen. He gets out of the car and takes a picnic blanket, towel and pillow from the boot. While spreading the blanket out on the grass, he asks Ruth to lie down. He joins her and they kiss. They lay there facing each other, heads on the pillow and foreheads touching.“This is a lovely location. I just hope no one comes to surprise us,” Ruth whispers. Their hands begin exploring each other again. Greg takes her shirt at the waist. She nods, “Yes, please.”He proceeds to pull the shirt out of her jeans and Sikiş hikayeleri moves his hands under the shirt to her breasts. Ruth releases a whimper as he squeezes her nipples.Ruth finds her way to his jeans to check his manhood. “Oh, you are moist and sticky down there, and ready to add to it. Remove them. I’m sure you will feel better then.” She giggles.“Um, are you certain that’s the only reason you want me to remove them?” Greg kicks off his shoes while Ruth undoes his belt and zip. Before he can adjust his position, she is sliding his jeans and boxers down and off. “I must admit that feels a lot more comfortable.”Taking hold of the erect cock, she squeezes it. “This thing is also very sticky. I wonder why.” Giggling with a wicked smile, she leans in to kiss him with passion.He reaches for her belt and begins to undo it. “It is Erotik hikaye only fair that now that you have seen mine, that you show me yours,” he chuckles. “Let me get these out of the way.” He takes her shoes off, along with her jeans and knickers. “Mmm, these aren’t what you would call dry either,” he says, holding the knickers up.They kiss with greater passion. She slowly strokes his cock while he gently rubs her clit, without breaking off the kiss. The passion rises. Their breathing quickens. Her leg rises, placing the foot onto the side of his car. She whimpers quietly into his mouth with approval. Her hips begin to move. Greg inserts a finger. She stops stroking him, but squeezes him tightly. He inserts a second finger to wriggle them. Holding the kiss firmer with exploring tongues, her nasal breaths sound like snorts as her orgasm builds to its climax. Reaching the brink, one big snort, she inhales. Breaking off the kiss to exhale with a moan, she bucks her hips. Releases his cock and holds him tight as she resumes the tongue fencing and bucks a few more times. She stops with a final ‘Ugh’ and relaxes.

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