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By Lynn Public (lpublic@my-deja.com)

I wake up because I'm cold. Neil has the blankets wrapped all around him. The room is dark except for the faint glow of the light in the bathroom by the door. The air conditioner is grinding away high up to one side of the sliding doors. Neil turned it on when we were both overheated from lovemaking after midnight. My bladder is announcing my need to visit the bathroom, so I slip off my side of the bed, go turn off the air conditioner and then continue to the bathroom to relieve myself.
The bathroom is clean in that superficial way that motels have of cleaning things. The tub has a bright rust stain and the shower curtain droops with two missing hooks. I longed to take a shower and being fastidious, I'm sure that I can smell his cum drifting up from between my legs. I blink and then think that I can smell that female fishiness I sometimes smell on the guys after they have been in me.
I pull the door almost shut when I leave the bathroom so that I don't disturb Neil. He has rolled over on to his back. His limp cock hides in the black curls of his pubic hair. They are matted with our body fluids. Smiling as I conclude that men are not very appetizing after sex, I go over to the sliding doors and part the drapes to look out. We are on the roadway side, somewhere in Queens by La Guardia. Light traffic moves by quickly in the rain. I'm nude but no one in a car can see me at this early hour.
I run my tongue over my teeth again wishing I had something to clean up with. Cum always leaves a stale taste in my mouth. He has a nice one when it's hard; a tight sack over his balls and a long thin shaft with a deep rose colored head. At the base of his cock head, it looked raw but many guys are like that. It must be from having his foreskin cut off.
He only came in my mouth the first time. He lasted a long time then asked me to rim him. Thankfully, he was clean. Clean but hairy with black hair on both sides on his cheeks. I probed with my tongue and wiggled it in quite a ways before he turned over and had me finish sucking him off. I would rather do this because so many guys I've fucked want to rush it and I need more time.
I remembered the feel of Neil's hands as he gripped my arms and laid me back on the bed and tongued me. I think I was too quiet for him. Men always want me to moan and groan but when it really feels good I just want to shut my eyes and clench my fists and feel it. It must have been one-thirty before we started fucking. I was really ready and wet.
First time we shifted from him on top to doggy and then with me on my back again. No climax but I was satisfied from the first orgasm he'd given me with his tongue.
Second time was nice but I couldn't get there either. Neil on top, poking his hard boner deep into me. I curled my legs back as he pounded. He is good at fucking and made sure I enjoying it. A boyfriend or husband fuck, not just a guy getting off fuck.
I can feel that warmth in my stomach again. I look back and he is dead to the world. Outside a noisy ten-wheeler roars by. The sleepy driver probably didn't even look this way.
I rub my thighs with both hands moving them closer to my slit. I rub my labia into my vulva feeling a pleasant sensation. A finger trails between my lips and up to my clitoris. I shift from foot to foot when I first touch it. I retrace my finger and slip it into my hole. It feels better when the second finger joins the first.
I withdraw them and touch my lips. The cum has long ago run out of me. I wish I had it to taste. I am mostly between the drape and the window now. The whole area is brightly lit. I spread my feet apart and wish that somebody was watching me. It is exciting to be there, visible for anyone passing to see.
I rub slowly with a firm well practice stroke. I am silent with my lower lip sucked in. The sensations wash over me like a warm shower. My breathing is regular just a little heavier. I think of Neil's cock in me and I hope that someone can see me satisfying my lust.
It keeps raining, a mist really. The headlights flash by but no one slows down. The tempo of my finger increases as I squish my clitoris up and down. I am sweating again, wishing that Neil was awake. The climax is a slow intense release.
Finally my hand stops and my eyes grow tired. I walk back and lay quietly on my side.
I hope he drives me home. I hate the subway and the last half dozen blocks in the rain.
I hope he calls me sometime.
Love, Lynn