Northern Cali

The industry of librarianship is overrun with females.

So– he, was easy to spot.

I can tell, or shall I say- smell- a Northern Cali guy from a mile away. And– that is just what I needed.  A good ol' stoner boy to make this work conference far less boring than it had become.

Apparently he saw something too– because soon after making contact he asked me to go have a real drink away from the conference setting, grabbing my two colleagues and we head out. First stop– his hotel room to smoke a lil weed, cause I know he's got some to share.

And indeed he did, when we get there he pulls out the mason jar full. Rolls us all a few for the road and bit to puff on now. The smoke hits and I know– I am not going home tonight. 

And just like that I shifted my mind into party mode– ready for a few more martinis.

After a full day of library jargon and networking, party girl is an easy role to slip into. The night carried on, our little group found ourselves having lots of fun, dancing & drinking, playing and teasing– and just having a good fucking time.

When the time comes I tell my colleagues I would not be riding home with them, by now I am too drunk to drive anyway and am ready to have fun with Northern Cali.

Stoner men are generally good fun, they are normal and sensitive lovers. There is no preset notions of crazy porn sex. It's slow and understanding, and because of this– I am free, comfortable and open.

My shoes and skirt hit the ground as I jump into the big hotel bed. I love hotel action, but I'm a bit drunk so I am not sure how much or how far I can manage. It starts with a lotion foot rub (you know I need that), from foot to thigh, to pussy, his fingers slowly being to explore, examine, open, to fill. Drunk, my mind is swaying– but my pussy never fails at getting wet and horny– even when I shouldn't be.

Whenever a man takes his time with with his fingers and hands I always end up feeling like my cunt opens and grows, wanting to swallow. I grind as you fill me– opening more and more, wanting to feel your fingers deep in me hitting that sweet wet spot. I show you my tiny clit as I rub and flick at it– along with your fingers hooked and  filling me, I am able to have a good cum and release.

I think I am too drunk to fuck, but what do you know, my pussy wants cock.

I tell you I'm too drunk, it will be sloppy and messy and that I can't account for my performance in this state.

None of it matters anyway.

You slide on a condom as i roll over on my belly, onto my knees, ass up– face down, swaying my cunt toward you cock. When I feel you enter me, I am surprised at how slick I am– I had not thought I was that wet, but you glide right in between my slit and it feels so slick and, indeed sloppy– and I guess you think I feel pretty good too, from how quickly you cum. I don't mind though, I know sometimes my pussy does that to cock– drains them instantly, plus it's late, I'm drunk, ready to pass out, plus I have plans for more in the morning after sleep and rest.

A few hours seem to pass, the street noise is loud, I did not get as much sleep as I had hoped, especially after all those martinis, I may as well wake up and get some more. I'm excited to recall– my little USB charged viberator, that I had attempted use in the night, but was dead, is now fully charged and ready to rumble on my little clitty.

Propping up on the abundance of hotel pillows, I drop my thighs wide, I am not shy– sometimes I am, but not now, no need.  Facing you in the chair– I know you had gotten up, there is a cup of coffee- but I guess I don't recall. Lightly playing with my pussy, I tempt you to come play between my legs like you did last night. Sitting there, I wrap my thighs around your torso– allowing perfect access. Again, you fingers fill me.

A sigh– "god you have a tight little pussy, I bet guys cum instantly when they slide into you."

I thought about that. The last man I was with did have a fondness, too, of telling me how tight my cunt is.

Two fingers become three, and I begin to fuck your hand. Grinding and rocking into you. It's these moments that I feel like I could take a whole fist inside of me. Comfortable, open, sexed out.

I set the  USB vibe to a low rumble, laying it on my clit, with slow massage. My pussy feels fat and puffy. Pressing harder into me, I moan, that mix of hurt with feeling good, I look to you for encouragement as I voice my intents on cumming.

"oh god, I wanna cum again, please please."

A nod and some words "that's right, cum for me."

Mashing and rotating the vibe into me while your finger hook on I let it go. Opening, my pussy inhaling and opening again, a nice memorable orgasm. I love being finger fucked properly!

We lay around and finger fuck some more. You tell me I am lucky to be able to cum like that, that many women do not. I explain, it's due to all my years of practicing by myself. I decide to show my gratitude–  for the hotel room, the evening, the stoner kindness– with my mouth. Your cock is easy to work, handle, swallow– and like polite stoner boy, you don't shove it down my throat– you just sit back and enjoy how well all my years of practicing on cock have paid off.

Of course after all of that how could I not top it off with another ride on your cock?

After we let the hotel room go– I immediately regretted we didn't stay a little longer and fuck and roll around some more. Oh, sweet regret, how I miss you so.

In the end– even in a room full of pussy, I can still find the cock with the weed. Somethings never change.

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