Awakenings Ch. 25 - Sex Stories

Awakenings Ch. 25

... reservations for our gala New Years Eve Party, the grandest party in San Antonio." After I finished dinner I stopped at the concierge desk and made reservations for five. When I returned to my hotel room I called Mel and Amy. They were looking forward to having both Christmas eve and Christmas day off. Mel laughingly told me that while they loved to fuck and dance naked in front of men, they occasionally needed a break. I told them I understood. Regardless of what Mae West might have said, too much of a good thing will eventually wear you down. Next I called Jeanne. Excited, she talked nonstop. I couldn't blame her. I was excited too. We were going to get to see each other the next day. The following morning, Christmas Eve, I had breakfast in the hotel coffee shop. After breakfast I took a stroll on the River Walk. Jeanne, Tricia, Jodie and Paul's plane wasn't due to arrive until 2:30. I had to kill some time. I left the River Walk and hiked across downtown to Market Square. The locals called it El Mercado. It's an outdoor plaza filled with restaurants, fruit and vegetable stands and shops. Realizing that Jeanne and the girls would love it, I made a mental note to bring them there after Christmas. On my way back to the hotel I decided to try to find the Alamo. It wasn't difficult. It's located on the edge of downtown San Antonio only two blocks from River Walk. It's surprisingly small. I went inside. It was crowded. Everyone was whispering. Reverence and respect permeated ...

... the atmosphere. As I left the Alamo, I took out my cell phone. It was one o'clock. At 11:30 I'd received a text from Jeanne. "All four of us are on the plane. Thank you for the first class seats. They're wonderful. See you soon. Love Jeanne." I hurried back to the hotel, brushed my teeth, combed my thinning hair and put on a clean shirt. At 1:30 I was in the Escalade on my way to the airport. At 2:10 I was parked in the cell phone waiting lot. I'd scouted the passenger arrival doors and was playing solitaire on my cell phone. At 2:35 I received a new text from Jeanne. "We're here, just got off the plane. We still have to get our bags." I wrote back, "I'm in the cell phone waiting lot. Text me when you have your bags. I'll pick you up at the arrival doors." Twenty minutes later I received another text. "We have our bags." I replied, "On my way. See you in a few minutes. Driving a white Cadillac Escalade." Overwhelmed with excitement, I backed the Escalade out of the parking space, shifted it into gear and drove to the arrival doors. It was crowded, but I immediately spotted Jeanne. The girls and Paul stood at the curb waiting with her. True to her word Jeanne wasn't a brunette anymore. She was now a blond bombshell reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfield. Wearing skin tight black capri slacks, a leopard print crop top with a deep v neck that barely contained her large breasts and a pair of spike heeled platform sandals, Jeanne's outfit was the perfect compliment for her ...