Chapter 8
Bess hid on the floor in the back of the station wagon under a blanket while I registered at the small hotel about thirty miles from her home. I talked for several minutes with the clerk about driving from Chicago and the weather I'd had on my imaginary trip and how far I planned to go tomorrow. I had him thoroughly convinced that I was a traveling businessman by the time I left the little office. I knew he wasn't suspicious and that he wouldn't bother checking my room for hanky-panky.
A few minutes later, I closed the motel room door quietly behind me and flicked on the light. Bess, with her long light brown hair flowing down her back, pranced around the room like a curious kitten, poking into the drawers and closets, inspecting the place for nothing particular.
As I watched Bess scamper around the room, I had to shake my head and pinch myself to prove that it was all really happening. I was in a motel room with a teenage broad I'd met a few hours earlier, watching her parade around in a bikini. I laughed at myself as I thought, this would be a hell of a way for the up-and-coming purchasing agent of Space Age Metals Corporation to end his young career. If the cops raided the motel for any reason, I was in big trouble. I knew the chances of a raid were one in a million, but I kicked myself for taking even that much of a chance with my "moon shot."
Bess had found a card in one of the drawers and was reading it very intently. It was one of those cards that list the services available through the motel and the phone numbers for each service. I watched her and mused over the conversation that had brought us to the motel.
We had been driving for about twenty minutes when she had said, "Well, Paul, where are we headed?"
"No place in particular," I admitted. "I thought we'd just drive for a little while and then ... "
"Let's go to a motel," she said calmly, as if she'd said it hundreds of times before. "I don't particularly like screwing in cars."
"It's better than not screwing at all," I commented, working hard not to show my surprise at her suggestion. "But if you prefer motels, young lady, a motel it shall be."
And that was it.
"Are you going to take off that damn bikini or is it glued on?" I asked, when Bess continued her search of the drawers in the dresser and desk.
"Oh, sure," she said, turning her attention to me and reaching behind her back to undo the top of her bathing suit. In a second, the tiny garment fell away and her large, tanned tits ballooned into view. "It feels good to get that off," Bess said, running her hands up over her stomach and over the dark-tipped mounds of flesh. She squeezed them and raised them with her hands and then let them fall free again, to bounce gaily.
"You're quite a girl," I said with my eyes riveted to her young breasts. "Come on over here and let me get my hands on those things."
"Anything you say, Mr. Norm ... I mean, Paul," she replied with a smile. Then she hooked her thumbs in the bottom of her skimpy bathing suit and tugged it off, too.
The first thing that struck me, even before my eyes travelled to the soft-looking patch of light brown hair between her thighs, was the evenness of her tan. Apparently young Bess enjoyed sun-bathing in the nude, because her entire body, including her succulent looking boobs, and the cheeks of her cute little behind were evenly and beautifully tanned.
"Where do you do your sun bathing, Bess," I inquired. "I'd like to drop by and watch sometime."
"Silly," she giggled, walking slowly toward the bed where I was still lying fully clothed. "I have a boyfriend with a boat. When we go out on the lake, we both run around naked like a couple of natives. It's a gas and it gives you a really great tan. You ought to try it."
"I'd love to," I said, reaching out my hands to touch her globes, dangling above me. "Let me know the next time you're going out." I squeezed the mountains of flesh in my hands and pulled Bess gently down on me. "Your boyfriend won't mind if I come along, will he?"
"Oh, no," she said, clamping my hands tighter by pressing them to her with her own hands. "Buddy's kind of in the orgy groove anyway. The more the merrier, he says."
I continued to massage and fondle her tits, pinching the nipples gently and then roughly between my thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes and smiled with pleasure. She was now lying full length on top of me, arching her back to give my hands access to her breasts.
"And what do you say to orgies?" I asked. My rod was hard as steel and felt like it was about ready to burst through my pants. Bess had positioned herself so the hardness was right between her legs, rubbing against the downy softness of her sex.
"I kind of dig them, too," she admitted. Her voice was soft and low, almost husky with passion and desire.
Moving deftly, Bess unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open. Then she lowered herself and crushed the softness of her tits against my bare chest. "Oh, God, that feels good," she moaned. She squirmed a little, causing her hardened nipples to dig in to me delightfully.
My hands were stroking her back and feeling the tender flesh of her backside. I grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled her down hard against my throbbing rod. She moaned again and smiled and humped against me demandingly.
Then I flipped Bess over on her back on the bed and slipped off my shoes and pants. Both completely naked now, we wrapped ourselves in each other's arms and kissed a long, fiery kiss. Her tongue licked and lashed at mine expertly. It was obvious that despite her young age, she knew what sex was all about and how to enjoy it to the fullest.
Again my hands were on her breasts, feeling, fondling, massaging and caressing. She arched her back to press her tits harder against my hands. "Suck," she commanded in a deep, throaty voice.
I covered her right nipple with my mouth and flicked the upright hardness with my tongue. "Yes, yes," she breathed. Then I nipped the nipple with my teeth and she squealed with pleasure. Finally, I closed my lips over the cherry-like tip and sucked.
While I continued to suck her tits, my hand crept slowly down across her flat stomach until my finger tips touched the edge of the hairy sector around her love box. Highly excited now, Bess reached down with her own hand and pulled my hand firmly between her legs. I had been trying to prolong the pleasure for her, but she was a demanding young broad and she wanted it right now!
While she held my hand on her joy box with one hand, Bess wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the shaft of my hard-on and began an expert frigging action. Her touch was gentle but firm and confident. She knew what to do and she did it well.
My fingers were busy, too, of course, probing and caressing the lips of her box. She was moist and ready, but I wanted to increase her passion before taking her. I began a slow rubbing motion on her clitoris, moving my finger back and forth again and again as I gradually increased the pressure.
Automatically, her hips began the familiar pumping motion as she tried to draw my finger inside of herself. She jerked and twitched on the bed for nearly a minute and then I drove my finger into her, plunging in hard, trying to reach as far up as possible.
At that instant, she exploded and she shuddered with pleasure and tightened her legs together locking my finger inside of her. She buried her face against my neck while she came. When she finally laid back, relaxed and spent, she smiled up at me and blinked her dark, shiny eyes. "That was just great, Paul," she murmured. "We're going to have a great time tonight."
"Anything you say, Miss Walters ... I mean, Bess," I joked.
My hard-on was pulsating with excitement. It was red and swollen stiff, ready for action. Bess continued to caress it with her finger tips, tickling and playing like a child. Finally, I could stand it no longer. Quickly I knelt up in the bed beside her and spread her legs wide apart.
"I've been looking forward to this ever since I first saw you at the shopping center," I told her. "I must be out of my mind for fooling around with a girl your age, but I can't help myself. I'm drawn to you like a magnet. I don't know what it is."
I was embarrassed for talking so much at such a moment, but I couldn't stop. "You have a strange, weird effect on me, Bess. I can't explain it."
"Don't try," she said, soothingly. "Come into me now, Paul, I want it."
I crashed down on her, ramming my hardness far up into her warm, clinging sex. I rested for a moment with my rod in as far as it would go, and then I raised myself on my arms and slowly withdrew it until it almost slipped out. After pausing for a split second, I rammed into her again, pushing my staff between the wet lips of her sex up to the hilt.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she moaned beneath me. "Screw me, Mr. Norman. Do it!"
I did it. Again and again I slammed my sex into hers until I was on the verge of my orgasm.
"How long has it been since you laid a 17-year-old girl, Mr. Norman?" she asked, breathing heavily.
"Seventeen!?" my mind shouted and then dissolved in sexual pleasure. My load shot into her in thick, heavy spurts and the intense sensation filled my body as the fluid poured out of me. I shivered and then it was over.
Still atop Bess and still filling her sex tunnel with my rod, I remembered what she had said. "Are you only 17 years old?" I demanded. "My God, Bess, I thought you were at least 18 or 19."
"Sorry about that," she smiled up at me impishly. "I'm only 17. Guess I look a little older, huh?"
"You sure as hell do," I told her. "Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd be in if anyone ever found out that I brought you to a motel?"
"I don't plan to tell anyone," she replied. "Do you?"
"Of course not," I sputtered. "That's not the point. Have you ever heard of statutory rape?"
"Doing it with statues?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. "Well, whatever turns you on, baby!"
"Oh, come on, Bess," I barked. "This is serious."
"Somehow, Mr. Norman," she said smiling sweetly up at me, "I just can't take it all very seriously when you're lying on top of me with your thing still inside me. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I know what you mean." I pulled myself out of her and flopped over on my back.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Norman," she suggested. "Do you still want me to call you Paul?"
"Yes, please," I answered.
"Okay," she nodded, "but, please don't be nervous about my age. That'll just ruin everything."
I was quiet for a moment, thinking. "As I mentioned before," I said seriously, "you're quite a girl. Maybe you're only 17 years old, but you're a sophisticated young lady, Bess. You probably have the only attitude that makes any sense in this crazy, messed up world. Enjoy now and don't worry about the disasters that will probably never happen anyway."
"That's the idea, Paul," Bess giggled. "Now you don't sound nervous."
She moved over against me and her soft body molded itself to my side. Her billowing breasts were crushed against my arm and chest. Again my hand stroked her lovely form, feeling and squeezing. She grinned and made a noise of pleasure deep in her throat.
"Yes, Paul, yes," she whispered. "Touch me, touch me everywhere. I love it."
My caresses seemed to set the teen-age sex machine on fire. Everywhere I fondled seemed to double her passion and desire. Soon she was moaning and squirming on the bed, digging her fingers into the sheets.
Again I placed myself between her outstretched legs and prepared to ram my shaft into her tight, waiting sex box. As I started to lower myself into her, she reached up and held me off.
"No, Paul, not yet," she said. "I want to suck you first."
Her hands were on my pulsating hard-on, pulling it toward her lips. Naturally I didn't argue. I just relaxed and concentrated on enjoying the sex play that Bess obviously enjoyed too.
As she pulled me toward her, she licked her lips with her pink, wet tongue and smiled up at me with her eyes. "I hope you like this," she muttered. "I adore having a boy's ... I mean a man's sex in my mouth. It excites me so much I can come sometimes just by thinking about it for a while."
Again I was amazed at the complete lack of inhibition my teen-age temptress displayed. She enjoyed sex and that was that. I had discovered a partner that guys dream about and hope for.
Suddenly my thoughts were shattered by the wild sensation of having my rod slip between the velvety smoothness of Bess' lips. She pulled it far inside, licking and caressing it with her tongue. I drew in my breath sharply when she started to suck, surprised by the strength and power she used.
Her head moved back and forth in a bobbing motion and her long, flowing hair tumbled about both of us as she blew me. Her tits bounced delightfully as she put every ounce of her considerable talent into her work. The sensation on my rod was unbelievable and soon I was a approaching a tremendous climax.
Just before the lightning struck deep inside me, Bess let my rod slip from her mouth for a split second. "Go down," she ordered quickly and instantly resumed her oral love making. I understood at once what she wanted and I shifted my position quickly to gratify her.
A second later my head was held tight between her shapely thighs and my tongue was buried deep in her love box. Her moist warmth pressed against my face and her feminine smell filled my nostrils.
Then I came in her mouth. She tightened her grip on me and shuddered with her orgasm, too. My cream spurted into her mouth in a thick stream and she sucked even harder to draw it all down her throat. Her warm sex juices flowed over my tongue, too. It was a fantastic sensation to pour myself completely into her and to feel her climax at the same time.
A few minutes later, we stretched out beside each other to catch our breaths. We had been at the motel less than two hours and it was just past midnight.
"I'll have to be getting home soon," Bess said to me, running her small, feminine hand over my thighs and stroking my tangled patch of hair with her fingers. My rod was still stiff from our most recent game, and she stroked its length with her soft fingertips.
"Yeah," I agreed. "It's after midnight. Your mother will be wondering what happened to you."
Bess giggled. "She thinks I'm out with Buddy, parked in some lovers' lane. She's always warning me about necking and petting."
I laughed, too, at the irony of such a warning being given to a girl like Bess.
We got up and dressed then and turned out the lights in the motel room. I opened the door to make sure the way was clear and then we both slipped into my station wagon and headed back to the Walters home.
It had been quite a night-so far.