Booth Babe Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Booth Babe Pt. 01

It has been almost six months since the last time I posted a story. I have started a few but have been struggling to get what is in my mind to work in an actual typed story. I had some of those same struggles with this story but felt as I went along it got better. There are four parts, and I will try and get each part posted quickly.

Standard caveat for pretty much all my stories, you are going to learn about the characters before it dives into the fun stuff. If you are just hoping for motivation for a quickie it probably won't be for you.

Booth Babe Part 1

The silence in the hotel room was broke but the sound of the alarm from a cell phone. I reached for my phone lying on the other side of the bed and slowly opened one of my eyes. I could tell that there was some light peaking around the shade for the sliding glass door. The noise stopped before I could pick up my phone causing me to be confused for a minute.

I then heard a groan from the other bed in the room and as I became more awake, I realized that the alarm must have been from John's phone. I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it was six-forty-five. I had set my alarm for seven.

I sat up in my bed and looked over and saw that John was doing the same. We didn't speak to each other as we focused on our phones. I checked for any new texts messages or emails and assumed he was doing the same.

"Morning. I am jumping in the shower. Might take a few more minutes than normal, my roommate didn't suck ...

... my dick like I asked him too last night so I will probably quickly rub one out." John said climbing out of bed.

"You didn't ask, you just said suck my dick. You should have asked nicely." I replied.

"Oh... so if I asked would you to suck my dick right now you would do it." He laughed.

"Probably... if you asked politiely, just need to wake up a little more. Don't want to do that while I am still half asleep." I told him.

"Yea...sure... that is why you won't do it." He said entering the bathroom and turning the shower on.

This was normal banter between us. John was a few years older than me. We worked together for the fire department for twenty-eight years. He retired three years ago, and I retired a year ago. When we worked together, we traveled together for training classes, conventions, and seminars. Most of those times we shared a room, leading us to routinely make jokes about one of us sucking the other off or being fucked by the other.

What John didn't know, I was curious about what it would be like to suck him off or maybe for him to fuck me. Especially if it would happen under a specific circumstance. I would get turned on when he would joke during dinner or at a bar that I was going to be biting the pillow later that night, or he would feed me dessert later.

When we would get back to the room the banter would continue right up to the point that one of us needed to physically make a move and neither one of us ever did. For me it was because one of ...