Joan #8 part 1 we go to Savanah - Sex Stories

Joan #8 part 1 we go to Savanah

My next business trip was to Savannah Georgia. Joan of course came along. We flew in by way of Atlanta, on a Wednesday afternoon. It was early spring and the air was velvety smooth and ripe with the rich smells of a Southern night. The cobblestone streets were lined with canopies of old trees. You could feel the sensuousness of the city. Years ago I read "Midnight in the garden of good and evil" and found it darkly erotic. It was a true story about a murder between two gay men and included a famous transvestite Lady Chablis. We were staying at the Cotton Sail hotel overlooking the Savannah river. Our suite was beautiful with a king sized bed, a luxurious bathroom and a small balcony. The first night we had ordered room service for dinner. When the waiter knocked Joan opened the door wearing only a pair of scanty panties. The waiter was a handsome strapping young man. Joan made no move to cover her naked breasts. I came out of the bathroom and asked, "Joan, what did you order for dinner?" She said, "A hot waiter. Set up the dinner by the balcony and I'll get your tip." The waiter was red faced and openly staring at Joan's beautiful breasts. He pushed the trolley in and set up the dinner. Joan was over by the couch bending over ostensibly looking for her pocket book. Her underpants were stretched over her ass and when she turned around her mound was plainly visible through the thin fabric. She said, "I can't seem to find my money. What else can I give you for a tip? I know how ...

... about a blow job?" This was classic Joan at her sexy spontaneous best. The waiter looked stupefied. He had no idea if Joan was serious. Joan walked over to him and cupped his balls. She asked, "How long can you be gone?" He stuttered, "Twenty minutes." Joan pulled him to her and gave him an erotic open mouth kiss while still fondling his cock. She took his hand and walked him over to the bed and sat him on the edge. Joan opened his belt, took down his zipper and tugged his pants down. She then knelt in front of him and without preamble took his prick in her mouth and started sucking while fingering herself through her panties. His prick got hard immediately. It was average size but did have an enormous crown head. He gasped and grinned like he had just won the lottery, leaning back and enjoying Joan's warm mouth. Joan groaned around his cock and started making whimpering sounds. The waiter, we never got his name, started mouth fucking Joan. I sat there watching her. I pulled out my prick and started masturbating. The waiter looked over at me with glazed eyes. Joan lifted her mouth and said, "What a nick cock you have. When you're ready you can come in my mouth." He pulled Joan's head back down on his cock. She licked it from it's base to the head. She twirled her tongue and made humming noises on it. Joan took him down her throat. She groaned around his cock again. Joan's mouth pulled almost all the way up and she lavished the large crown with kisses and licks and wrapped a ...