Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... you doing?" I said, "Hey, I just want a picture of where I lost my virginity. Is there anything wrong with that?" He said, "You know you can't ever show those to anyone or post them anywhere or we will certainly get arrested. Now come on, we're not out of the woods yet." He reached for my hand.

"OK, so we don't know what's on the other side of this door. When we go through, walk upright, keep your head up, and most important, do it quiet and quick. You ready?" I shook my head. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go." He opened the door and we just walked through it. No one was on the other side. He held my hand in his, and with his arm turned and bent behind him, he pulled me up behind his back, holding me close, protecting me. Quickly we walked down the hall, we turned the corner to the stairs without even looking first. He acted like we belonged there. We walked down the stairs with confidence and not a soul in sight. I couldn't believe how lucky we were. With only 4 more steps I was sure we were getting away with it. And I spoke too soon. On the next step, a tour guide came around the corner seeing us.

Still holding my hand in his he stepped in between me and, "Marc Pedersen - official tour guide to Graceland", so said his badge. "Where were you two? What exactly were you doing up there?", harshly demanded, Marc Pedersen our official tour guide to Graceland. And then the craziest thing happened... "Mr. Peterson! I am SO sorry sir! ...

... I do apologize sir" My new lover offered, with a quick cadence and the absolute worst fake southern accent, over enunciating the T, that wasn't in his last name. "That's PeDer sen, like sin, not son!", he screamed back. There's a C in Marc, a D in PeDer and a E in sen." He yelled, pointing at each section of name on his tag, without ever looking down. He's obviously done this before. "Again sir Mr. Peterson (how am I not laughing out loud at this accent and why does he continue to mispronounce his name!!?) I do apologize sir! My fiance was feeling sick (Fiance? Ooo I do like the sound of that! But where is this story coming from? It's like he already had it ready to go.) And sir, I just couldn't have her throwing up on any of the king's precious belongings now. We was looking around and the rope to the stairs was laying on the ground right there sir. So I's figurin' the closest bathroom was upstairs, cuz we didn't, see nuthin round the corner we came through. And so we ran up there fast we could. We got to the top, and she paused and said, Nope! all the sudden she was feeling better, and that we really shouldn't be up there. That no one's allowed up there. So the both of us started making our ways back down. And that's when you happened upon us sir. Quite frankly, giving me quite the fright! I'm a little shocked I didn't blow chunks right then and there. All over these fine stairs of marble. Is this marble? It must be marble. The king would have marble, ain't that right!!" ...