Steaming up the mountain

I held on tight to Don's body, enjoying the thrilling ride.

It was a beautiful Colorado spring sunday. I was on a date with Don, Age: 43, 5'5", divorced, who I had first met in person last Monday after connecting through an online dating site.

Don was giving me a ride on his custom Kawasaki ZX-10 motorcycle. He picked me up at nine in morning and we drove to Golden, home of the Coors brewery, had a great breakfast at the Golden Skillet, and now were driving up the peak-to-peak highway to Estes Park.

It was a beautiful drive through the foothills and pine forests past the Indian Peaks of the Rockies. We leaned through turn after turn for an hour until we arrived at the small mountain town of Estes Park, outside the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park.

We walked the main street of Estes Park window shopping all the small jewelery and trinket stores. Don appeared to enjoy going into each shop with me, looking at the silver and turquoise jewelery, figurines and Colorado souvenirs. But I wondered if Don was just biding his time in hopes of eventually getting laid.

Behind the shops of main street is a walkway along the Big Thompson River. We found a bench and sat down to enjoy the babling water. Don put his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. I thought about the fight I had with Nick the night before about whether it was ok to date, and have sex with, multiple guys. Then I thought about how great the first time with a guy was. This was my first date with Don and we were snuggling together for the first time and there was something special about how it felt. It was thrilling to lean against this new man's body and anticipate what lay ahead.

"Ready for some lunch?" Don asked after a few minutes.

"Sure."

"Let's go to the Stanley Hotel," he suggested.

The old Victorian Stanley Hotel was built about a hundred years ago in Estes Park by the inventor of the Stanley Steamer. It was Steven King's inspiration for the hotel in the Shining. "That sounds romantic," I exclaimed.

I sat across from Don and drank in the experience of being with him. I had been with so many different men recently. I couldn't help but compare. Don was more rugged than Nick, shorter than Ted, more serious than Ken.

I continued to think about the thrill of being with a new guy. Unlike the others, I did not yet know what Don looked like naked. Did not know how he was endowed. Did not know what it would feel like when our bodies entwined.

The anticipation was delicious.

I thought about fucking Don right away, but then remembered that I was supoosed to but at my son's house for dinner that night and I needed Don to get me back to town in time. I'd need to let the anticipation build even more and schedule a second date for our initial boffing.

"This is a pretty neat place," Don remarked.

I looked around the old fashioned dining room and could easily imagine what it looked like around the turn of the twentieth century, filled with couples who had driven up in their horseless carriages. "It's very romantic. I love Victorian design."

"It would be nice to get a room here and explore the romanance further," he suggested with a wink.

"It would wonderful," I agreed.

"Then let's do it right now." Don smiled a mischeivious grin.

"I'd love to, but I can't spend the night tonight. I have dinner at my son and his wife's house this evening. I need to be back by four to get ready."

"We don't have to spend the night. We can have some good old style romance and still be back by four."

"Do you think I'm the kind of girl that would check into a hotel room to have sex with a guy on the first date?" I looked at Don significantly.

"Um, no, I'm sure you're a very moral and upright woman. Um, I just had an impulsive thought. I'm sorry."

I laughed. Don was cute as he back-peddled. "Actually I enjoy being impulsive. The idea of checking into this fine hotel for an hour of naughtiness really excites me."

Don's face suddenly lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He looked down at my chest and studied the shape of my breasts through the tight t-shirt I was wearing, then back up at my face grinning broadly. It was exciting to see Don's reaction as he realized he was about to get laid.

"Let's not waste any time," he said as he signaled the waiter to bring the check.

I stood behind Don as he registered and noticed the desk clerk give me an appreciative look. Did he know that Don and I were just going to use the room for an hour of wild sex? As he handed Don back his card I could see a trace of envy; he knew Don was about to get very lucky.

As we walked up down the long, narrow hall to the room I felt deja vu because it did look exactly like the hotel in The Shining.

"After you," he said as he unlocked the door.

It was a beautiful Victorian room with a large four-poster bed covered with a quilted chiffon comforter, a small divan against the foot board, an old-fashioned light fixture in the center of the ceiling, decorative moldings around the ceiling and door frame, fancy curtains around a round window with beaded glass. Everything was new because the room was remodeled, but they really did a good job of making it look like it must have looked in the early twentieth century. This was going to be a very romantic place to fuck.

I turned to face Don. "This room is beautiful," I said.

"A beautiful room for a beautiful woman," he smiled and put his arms around me.

I grabbed his waist and we kissed. I had kissed so many men recently that I couldn't help but evaluate him. Good, firm pressure, but his lips were too tightly closed; he needed to open them a bit. I opened mine slightly and then slide my tongue across his lips. He opened right up and brought his tongue in contact with mine. Definitely good now.

We stood in the room hugging and kissing for a couple minutes. When we broke for air I took Don by the hand and lead him to the foot of the bed where I sat on the divan. I looked up at him, smiled, and then unbuckled his belt.

I felt like I was unwrapping a present. I had no idea what lay in store for me beneath those well worn, sexy jeans. From the bulge he was sporting I was sure that I wouldn't be disappointed. The first thing I would learn about Don would be boxers or briefs.

I unbuckled his jeans and unzipped his fly. Briefs. Nice surprise.

I really let myself get into the excitement of being with a new guy for the first time. Now I would meet Don's cock. I could see from the lump in his shorts that he already getting aroused. I rubbed it, making Don squirm slightly. Nice and fat.

I grabbed the waistband of Don's briefs and pulled them down in one swift motion. Boing, his cock flipped out. It was circumsized, about halfway erect, pointing almost straight toward me, curving down just slightly. I wrapped my fingers around it, took my thumb and rubbed the tip. There were a few drops of pre-cum. I spread the juice around the head with my thumb and felt Don stiffen further.

"Mmm, yes baby, that feels so good," He moaned.

I put his whole head into my mouth and sucked while stroking his shaft. I moved my tongue around, tracing every line around the head. When I moved my tongue along the little crack below his spout hole he jumped.

"Ooh yes!" He exclaimed.

I stroked a little faster and continued to work him with my mouth and tongue, hitting that sweet spot every few seconds, keeping him writhing with pleasure.

His cock was now very hard and I imagined what it would be like to have it inside me. The very thought got me increasingly exciting until I could feel my juices flowing. I closed my mouth tight around it and moved my head slowly forward, feeling the size and the shape as his cock filled my mouth and bumped against the back of my throat, the whole time thinking how it would feel going in down below. My vagina responded with a warm tingle. I was ready.

"I hate to rush things," I said, looking up while still gently stroking him, "but I do need to get back to town this afternoon. Are you ready to go at it?"

He had a silly grin as he nodded his head and said, "Absolutely."

I stood up and pulled off my top, watching him unbutton his shirt. He had nice pecs, not too much hair, a couple tattoos; an eagle on one side and a pattern on the other.

I unzipped my jeans and slid them down. He nodded approving when he saw my black thong. He got out his remaining clothes as I took off my thong and we stood naked for a minute checking out each other's bodies.

I climbed onto the antique bed and lay back with my legs open. As soon as my head hit the pillow Don's head was in between my legs and he began to eat me. He had great technique; his tongue move deftly around my pussy. I squirmed and moaned as Don licked and sucked my labia. I could feel the juices flowing inside me as my heart began to pound and my breathing quickened.

"I'm ready, Don," I breathed. "I'm ready for you to fuck me."

"I'm ready to fuck you, too," Don grinned as he lifted his head out of my crotch.

I rolled over and grabbed my purse to get a condom. I handed it to him and got on my hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror where I could see the reflection of the four poster bed and our two naked bodies.

Don slipped the rubber over his hard cock and got on his knees behind me. He slapped my pussy with his pleasure pole a few times and then began rubbing my clit with it.

I grabbed the bedpost tightly as I felt Don slide into me from behind, in exactly the same position that Ken took me in just over twenty-four hours ago.

In the mirror could see Don's tattooed body behind me as thrusted into my cunt. My tits hung below swinging to and fro as he slammed against me. I wondered how many other fucking couples had been reflected in that mirror. How many cocks and pussies had joined together in the hundred years history of this room? I could imagine their ghostly reflections in the glass around the image of Don and I in heated passion.

We kept at it like this for several minutes, the antique bed creaking as he drove his stone hard cock into me again and again.

"Do you want to switch?" Don asked. "I'd to be on top of you, kissing you hard while I drill you."

"God, yes," I replied. Let me wrap and arms and legs around your hard, sexy body.

Don pulled out of me and I lay down on my back, Don positioning himself between my legs. He guided his cock back into my pussy and lowered his body on top of me. As the weight of Don's body on top of mine pushed me into the soft comforter I started to think of all the couples over the last one hundred years that had sex in this room.

Around the turn of the century couples would drive up here in their buggies and horseless carriages, dapper-looking men in black suits and top hats, women in their long dresses with puffed sleeves and high necks, petticoats and corsets underneath. It must have taken some effort to get undressed, but once they did they were just naked people slapping their flesh together like Don and I were doing right now.

In the Roaring 20's women wore their flapper clothes to kick up their heels in the hotel's grand ballroom, then came up here with their men, kicked off their heels, slipped out of their sequined dresses and silk undergarments to do the horizontal Charleston.

During the depression only the very rich could cum here. But perhaps some farmer may have saved up all year to give his wife a special night. In this very room he would take off his overalls, unbutton his wife's plain cotton dress, and they would make the kind of love that money couldn't buy.

After the war couples would stay here after being apart for years. The woman would part her legs in a V for Victory and the returning soldier would eagerly storm her beaches.

In the decades since many, many more woman have had sex in this very spot where Don was thrusting his cock into me, his pelvic bone hitting my clit with just the right amount of force and perfect rythym that I could feel a second orgasm coming on.

My muscles began tp contract as the intense pleasure pulsed out from my clit.

Don nuzzled and kissed my neck and the side of my face as he continued to slide his cock up and down my vaginal tunnel. The orgasm grew more intense, making my body heave and writhe under Don's body weight.

Don held on tight for the wild ride, not yet cumming himself, his steel hard pleasure piston kept pumping my throbbing pussy. My orgasm now felt so intense that I moved into a dream-like state. I felt a spiritual oneness with every other woman who had an orgasm here. As Don continued to fuck me his image blurred in my mind so that I felt I was being fucked by the countless other men who had fucked their women here.

Then things came back into focus and I found Don laying motionless on top of me, breathing heavily. I realized he had just had his own orgasm. I wrapped my arms around his body as he breathed heavily beside my ear.

After a few moments Don lifted his head, smiled, kissed me. Then he pushed himself up off of me enough for him to pull his cock out. "That was some wild sex," he said as he slipped off the condom. "This may sound crazy, but I couldn't help but think of all the couples who have had sex in this very room over the years. In, fact," he paused dramatically, "as I was cumming I had like a vision of all of them here in the bed with us."

I stared at him in shock. "Me too. That is so weird."

"The room must haunted. Haunted by the fucks of every couple that has been here."

"And now our fuck will haunt this room," I smiled.

"Yes, it was a fuck that will live forever."