The Swing Series 10 - Sex Stories

The Swing Series 10

Time again for another story in the series. In the last story, 9th Swing, my wife, Sue, told me on the phone about her escapades with our friend Alexia and her friends. I'd been away out West on business for quite a while and Sue and I agreed to see what it would be like to enjoy sex with others whenever I had to be gone for extended periods. We agreed to tell each other EVERYTHING over the phone and to make NO attachments. So far, Sue was the only one who has had the opportunity to get laid without me there. It was Saturday, though, and I planned on hitting the town that night to try my luck with the local girls. I had been looking at some forested land most of the day with a realtor. He was showing me a beautiful area in the mountains that consisted of just over 500 acres of forest, mountains and rivers. The land was very beautiful and secluded and the price seemed right. It seemed to fit my client's needs for a resort area perfectly. I was looking forward to making a deal when we returned to his office in Billings. That afternoon, in the realtor's office, we agreed on the sale-contingent, of course, upon the title search, water inspection and my client's final approval. I was happy to settle the deal, knowing that I could finally get home to Sue. I thought about booking a flight home that night but instead decided on a morning flight. I had also been looking forward to my night out; I wanted to see if this old man still knew how to pick up women. I finished my shower in ...

... the hotel room about 8:30 p.m. and ordered a bottle of wine from room service. Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. Knowing that it had to be my wine, I hollered out, "Come on in-put the wine and glass on the dresser." When I came into the bedroom with my towel wrapped around my waist to tip the waiter, the waitress was pouring the wine for me. I was startled. I'd expected a male to deliver the wine for some reason. When the waitress turned to greet me and hand me my glass of wine she was surprised to see me in just a towel. She introduced herself as Maria, walked over to me and gave me my wine. Maria was about 25 to 30 years old, I guessed, and had her black hair wrapped in a bun. She was wearing a short waitress's uniform dress, cut low in the front. Her uniform must have been designed to attract attention to her body, and no doubt to get more tips from dirty old men. She had one of those hourglass figures, maybe 36-22-36. Her skin was a light brown color and her legs were long and slender. My mind was racing with thoughts of what I would like to do with this foxy woman. My cock was beginning to swell under the towel and I saw Maria's eyes drop to my bulge. As she wetted her lips with her tongue, I got a bit embarrassed and went over to the dresser to get her tip from my wallet. I had my back to Maria as I got a five spot out of the wallet and was afraid to turn toward her again. My cock was standing out, making an obvious tent in the towel. I reached down to ...