Thrown Together (Closed for Opensesame54321)

Matthew caught the towel that Vanessa tossed him and began to dry off quickly. He couldn't help but watch her as she did the same. God, this was one hot woman!

Matthew dressed quickly, throwing on a shirt, his jeans, shoes and socks. He was starved after all of that exercise. He wrapped his arm around Vanessa's shoulder and launched them out the door. It looked like Hank's was about the only place to go in this tiny hamlet. He intended that they make a bee line there, hopefully before the last seat was taken.

Exiting their room Matthew saw a middle-aged woman who was beginning to do the daily cleaning of the guests' rooms. She was working on several rooms at once, leaving the doors to those rooms open so that she could drop of towels and other items room-to-room. Suddenly, an idea popped into Matthew's head. He had to work fast. He told Vanessa to go into the room where the chamber maid was currently and strike up a conversation with her, distracting her as long as possible. As soon as Vanessa entered the room where the other woman was, Matthew quickly went into three of the other open rooms, lifted the mattresses on the bed and pulled out one of the bed slats, leaving enough in each bed so that it was still marginally solid. He ran full speed with the three stolen slats to his and Vanessa's room and fixed the bed that their exuberant sex and broken. He had just enough time to discard the pieces of the broken bed slats before Vanessa and the chamber maid finished their chat.

When Vanessa returned to his side, he replaced his arm around her shoulder and headed them toward Hank's. Smiling and ending his comment with a wink, he said, "I fixed our bed. It's ready for the next round."
 
Vanessa laughed as Matthew told her what he had done. They laughed the entire way across the street to Hanks. She saw her tin can car still sitting in the parking lot there.

"I suppose that I should move this over to the motel. It's just a rental and I don't want them to think that it's abandoned."

Walking in the place, the smell of eggs and bacon and toast and sausage filled the air. They were lucky enough to snag a table for two tucked in a corner. Not the same table as last night, but still isolated. She ordered a Denver Omelette, crisp bacon and OJ.

As they sat and talked, she listened to Matthew. Her eyes looked at him in the bright sunshine and realized that she had already fallen for him. She had tried telling herself that this was just a "lost weekend", full of wonderful sex with an incredibly sexy, sweet guy. She kept reminding herself that it was not a good idea to fall for him cause when the roads opened back up, he would be going his way, and she would go hers.

But just where was she headed. At work, they had already warned her to be back on time or not come back at all. So she wasn't returning back to a job.

When the food arrived, she was surprised how good it was. And the basket of fluffy biscuits was just what was needed to help her get her energy back. She suspected that Matthew had plans on how they were going to use up the energy from this meal.
 
In his travels to small town Virginia, Matthew had learned that the upside of these small-town bars and diners, with their rather mediocre lunch and dinner menus, is that they had great breakfasts. High fat, yes, but really delicious. Hank's did not disappoint.

Matthew was originally surprised by the gusto with which Vanessa plowed into her large breakfast, given that she was not a large woman. A thought brought a chuckle to his face; he had exercised the hell out of her in only a few hours. That "exercise" had the same effect on him. He ordered a huge breakfast and devoured it with equal speed.

As they finished their breakfasts and their third cups of coffee, Matthew caught Vanessa's gaze, smiled, and said, "So, looks like were' stuck here at least until tomorrow. What do you think there is to do in this burg?"
 
She laughed at his question. "I don't think that there is a lot to do. Hence the term 'small town'. But I'm sure that we can find something to do. If we look hard enough."

She smiled at him. "I'll leave it up to you. I'm sure that you are more knowledgeable than I. Whatever you want to do is fine with me."

She looked down at her empty plate. "I needed that. I had worked up an appetite." Then she looked back up at him. "Can't imagine how, but I did."

She had a big grin on her face.
 
Notwithstanding the fact that the roads were still washed out, it was a beautiful Fall day, lots of sun, high in the mid-70s, low humidity. Saying little, Matthew took Vanessa by the hand and walked her by the hand back to their room. He didn't even close the outside door when they entered the room. Instead, he opened one of the drawers of the bureau in the room, pulled out a blanket, shoved it into her backpack, and slung it over his shoulder.

Still saying little Matthew again took Vanessa by the hand and walked them to the edge of the parking lot. At the corner of that lot he led them along a dirt path out into a small span of woods and into a clearing. Doffing the backpack he removed the blanket and spread it out on the ground.

Turning to look at Vanessa he said, "If I recall, when I asked you early this morning if you wanted to fuck before or after breakfast, you said, 'I'm greedy. Both.'"

Well??
 
She looked at him with surprise, then started to laugh. She looked around. The clearing was small and private and surrounded by woods.

"What if someone should come by?" But he just stood there grinning at her.

Taking his arms, she placed his hand on her hips. She leaned into him, pulling his face to hers and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck to run her fingers through his hair. Her mouth opened, her tongue teasing his as he kissed her back. She moaned.

As she broke off the kiss, she laughed. "You are incorrigible!"

She slowly pulled his shirt off, running her fingers over his chest and kissing the skin exposed.

"Do you usually entice fair maidens and seduce them?"
 
Vanessa's tongue kissing and her pulling of his shirt off and kissing his exposed skin had Matthew excited again all over. He didn't think that he had ever been aroused this many times - what was it, 4 times now? - in not much more than 12 hours. Aroused, however, he was and the tightening crotch in his jeans made that very clear to him.

In leaving for breakfast earlier Matthew had only vaguely recorded that Vanessa had not put on a bra under her tee. Now that knowledge seemed particularly pertinent. Mimicking her moves, he grabbed the hem of her tee as she was running her fingers over his chest, and pulled her tee up to her armpits. Vanessa quickly obliged by temporarily raising her arms so that he could pull her tee completely off over her head. With a flare, he tossed her tee onto the ground.

Matthew's hands found Vanessa's breasts and rapidly hardening nipples as he returned and intensified their passionate kissing. He broke their kiss and paused his kneading of her swollen breasts just long enough to say, "I only seduce fair maidens who are as hot a lover as you are, .....and that would be no one!"
 
"What a sweet thing to say." His hands on her breast were making her weak behind the knees. The sun felt warm on her shoulders and she felt a need to see more of him.

As he massaged her breast, her fingers started unzipping his jeans. She slid his pants down and his underwear quickly followed. She knelt down and helped hold his clothes while he stepped out of them.

She looked up, his cock looking very excited.

"Hmmmmmm." She raised an eyebrow before standing up to kiss him again. Her body, halfway nude, molded against his.
 
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Vanessa's hands on his jeans kicked Matthew's libido into overdrive; her undressing the rest of him and pressing her half-nude body up against his was the final straw. He had no self-control left.

Matthew quickly returned Vanessa's favor by unfastening her jeans, sliding them down, and helping her step out of them. The two of them were now standing face to face, both completely naked, both clearly very much aroused.

Matthew grabbed Vanessa just below her ass and pulled her up, allowing her to straddle him as they had been in the shower. Unlike the shower, there was nothing out here to lean up against. Summoning as much strength as he could, Matthew lowered himself to his knees with Vanessa still riding him. Putting one hand behind her head to cushion her skull against hitting the ground too hard, he flung them to the ground, landing on top of her.

With all of the practice that they had had since they met, it took almost no effort for Matthew to slide his very erect cock into Vanessa's waiting pussy. Kissing her hard, then breaking suddenly, Matthew intoned in a low voice, "Fuck me, you amazing lover."
 
She was amazed at how much strength Matthew had as he picked her up. With no wall to lean her against, he was using the strength in his legs to lower them both to the ground.

Once he had her on her back on the blanket, he wasted no time in burying his cock deep in her slit. His stiff rod filled her, and she moaned and arched her body, feeling as if his cock was where to belonged.

He kissed her hard, her lips craving more of him as she kissed him back. Then he looked at her and said,

Fuck me, you amazing lover

And she thrilled hearing his command.

She began thrusting her hips to him. But she wanted more. She whispered in his ear. "Roll us over. I want to be on top." He complied and she found herself on top, his hands caressing her.

She kissed him before slipping him out, her pussy feeling empty. She turned around so that her back and ass faced him and once again slid his cock home so that now she could give him a reverse cowgirl.

She started sliding up and down his cock, slipping it almost out of her velvet glove before impaling herself upon it. Every so often she would stop, using those internal muscles to squeeze and massage his cock.

The view he had was of her back, undulating as she rode, and her ass, which would clench each time she would squeeze his cock.

He could feel her wetness coating his cock to mix with his precum. The sun was bright and warm and the only sound was the wind rustling the leaves and their lovemaking.
 
Vanessa's position was such that Matthew couldn't move much. The action was all in her court, and she was doing a great job at it. However, Matthew was experiencing something that he had seldom experienced before. They had had so much sex in such a short period of time that he was not nearly as keyed up as he typically would be, or that the had been even before breakfast. Yes, he was fully aroused but his erotic urges were also laid back.

The realization that Matthew had was that there wasn't the usual urgency. Acting on that realization he put both of his hands on Vanessa's hips and slowed down her sliding up and down on is cock. Matthew spoke almost as the conductor of an orchestra, "Slow down, Vanessa. Savor every feeling of my cock in you and the feeling of your pussy muscles grabbing my cock. Follow my lead."

With the command to follow his lead, Matthew began to direct Vanessa's movements with his hands on her hips. Sometimes he would move her up and down very slowly. Sometimes he would suddenly quicken the pace. At other times when she was at the bottom of her stroke he would have her move her hips from side to side, rather than up and down.

Matthew had not worn is watch to breakfast and, hence, had no way to actually measure time. Had he had such, he would have discovered that he had been conducting the Vanessa orchestrated fucking for nearly 15 minutes. He thought that they could go on like this for hours, but he did realize that the longer they were there the greater the risk of being discovered - something that did not excite him sexually. Taking his hands off of her hips, he said laughing, "OK, Vanessa, your turn. We've got to cum sometime. So, in the immortal words of Star Trek Captain Picard, 'Make it so.'"
 
She loved the feeling of his hands on her hips, orchestrating her movements. She did as he directed, the feeling of him inside of her filling her as no one ever had. She had had lovers before but they all paled beside Matthew. He was a perfect fit for her.

Each slid, every thrust, every grind, all continued the build up. She could feel the tension slowly climb and even though she could not see his face, she thought that she knew what look his face would have. She had not even known Matthew 24 hours and already this man had turned her on more than any other man

And then he turned it back over to her and the tension he had built required release. Sex in the open air, on a sunny day, is a joy all its own. Her hips began their steady increase. She had always wanted to try this ever since a girlfriend had once raved about how it was the best as she had total control. But she found she missed seeing his face, his kisses.

Yet she continued, concentrating on that beautiful friction of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She periodically tighten those muscles, providing even more.

Her pace increased and she slipped a hand between his legs, caressing and massaging his balls. She could tell that he was not expecting that, nor was he against it. The groan he gave told her that she was on the right track.

She smiled as she felt herself building with him, until the inevitable was merely seconds from occurring for her. Yet she wanted him there too. And it was through her moans and groans that she told him, "Cum for me, honey."
 
Matthew was very impressed by Vanessa's skillful moves that began to slowly build them up toward cuming, then accelerated the pace so quickly. He could feel himself spiraling up to that place of no return, but when she unexpectedly started to massage his balls while still fucking him, he went over the top. Before, as he was directing her he had thought of himself almost as conducting a symphony, but now their mutual moans and groans actually sounded like an orchestra reaching a crescendo.

And he did. Matthew exploded into Vanessa while letting out a groan loud enough that it almost certainly could be heard at Hank's or at the motel. His relief was so sudden that he nearly lost consciousness. Through the haze of his orgasm he could make out similar sounds of passion coming from Vanessa.

After their spasms stopped Matthew and Vanessa rolled over onto their sides, his cock still in her, both of them completely nude. Fighting off a strong impulse to just close his eyes and go to sleep, Matthew rallied enough to say, "My God! That was unlike any sex that I have ever had in my life."
 
She felt Matthew explode inside of her and she came, her pussy squeezing his cock so tightly. There was a chorus of screams and moans that filled the air and she felt her her cream gush to blend with his cum. She still continued twitching, his cock still deep in her and pumping his creamy seed until they were both exhausted. Still joined, he rolled them on their side and she reveled in the feel of him. She didn't want to let him go.

She felt sweaty even though the breeze blew over their bodies, cooling them off.

She laughed. "Do you think anyone will come to see if we're all right? Though I'll be truthful. I would love to be fucked all the time by you. You are incredible." She grew quiet. She might have said too much.

"Maybe we'd better get dressed in case someone comes and wants to throw cold water on us." She gave a little laugh.
 
I would love to be fucked all the time by you. You are incredible.

Although it was warm and sunny Matthew felt a little shiver run through his body. After his and Vanessa's first fuck he had inappropriately and unfeelingly just let her walk out of his motel room. Granted, he didn't know that Vanessa was effectively homeless, but, still, it was cold. He had, he thought, redeemed himself. Nonetheless, given that they were both stranded here for at least until tomorrow morning, and maybe for another day as well, he was thinking of their encounter as something like a weekend fling. Vanessa wouldn't be the only one-night stand, or "hook-up" as today's college students called it, and Matthew saw nothing wrong with this as long as both sex partners held the same assumption. The hurt, of course, happened when they didn't. However, Matthew thought, this wasn't something they had to address right now.

Maybe we'd better get dressed in case someone comes and wants to throw cold water on us.

Matthew's reverie had distracted him momentarily. He snapped to with Vanessa's comment. Grabbing his clothes he quickly re-dressed, vowing to do some spot cleaning back at the motel room. Smiling, he turned to Vanessa, "Yes, yikes. It would be embarrassing to get caught out here and then still have to be couped up in this hole-in-the-wall town for another day."

Matthew relaxed a bit and spoke through a chuckle, "You know, Vanessa, you've worn me out at least until bedtime. We're going to have to find something to do besides fucking each others' brains out."
 
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Vanessa quickly got up and dressed. She had a feeling that she had said too much. And she wasn't sure that she had totally meant it like it sounded. Sex with Matthew was... Mind blowing. He was creative. He was caring. He was...a professor. And her? She was a...shit. She was now unemployed. As soon as the roads opened, he would be going back to his university full of young nubile hotties. And she would head in the other direction, back to NYC and her efficiency apartment in Brooklyn and start looking for a new job. The two just didn't mix. Take this for what it was - a hot weekend

"I've got magazines to look at. Any chance that there's the movie channel or something like that back at the room? I can't afford it at home but I would love to watch some old movie." She smiled at him as she helped him fold up the blanket.
 
The movie idea amused and intrigued Matthew, but he didn't want to waste the beautiful weather by being inside a musty, old hotel room at 10:00 a.m. He decided to lay out a prosal for the day.

"I like the movie idea, Vanessa, I think that the motel may at least have the non-premium movie channels like AMC or something, but I'm enjoying the nice weather too much to want to be inside. So, here's my proposal. Let's quickly go back to our room to freshen up a little." He laughed and winked and said, "I mean, you know, we have gotten a little dirty. Then let's just take a walk for a couple of hours, see what there is to see, enjoy the view, etc. Then, we could come back to Hank's for lunch, then we could watch a movie n our room leading up to another wonderful dinner at you know where - Hank's!"

"So, Vanessa, what do you say?"
 
Vanessa laughed. "Matthew, whatever you want to do is fine with me." She had figured that most professors sat around reading book in dusty libraries. Matthew blew away all of these preconceived notions. He was sexy. Incredibly sexy. And he did more than just be a professor.

She turned to him. "Lead on. It sounds like fun."
 
Matthew took Vanessa's cue, "Lead on" literally. Taking her by the hand he walked them briskly back to their room. While Vanessa used the bathroom he found a old, yellowed Channel Guide and confirmed that the motel had cable that included, as i turned out, both American Movie Classics (AMC) and Turner Classic Movies (TCM). He made a mental note to tell Vanessa the good news, which he did when she reappeared. Matthew took her place in the bathroom, using the facilities and also doing some quick spot cleaning.

Leaving the motel room Matthew again took Vanessa's hand and started walking them down the road away from town, the road and the direction from where they and both came when they got isolated due to the flooding.

"Here's my plan," Matthew announced, we'll walk to the first road that crosses this one, turn one way or the other, then keep making subsequent turns that should, in principle, lead us in a circle back to where we started. We won't know where the hell we're going or where we are, but it should definitely be interesting."

"Ready?"
 
Vanessa had changed into her sneakers once they got back to the room so that she was ready to walk. Once they had both cleaned up, Matthew took her by the hand and set off like a man on a mission. She followed along and when he stopped and explained his plan, she called out "ready" and they were off.

This really was a small town and isolated as it was by the floodwaters, there was no chance of them actually getting lost. It was such a beautiful day and the pace that Matthew set was a leisurely stroll, not too slow. Houses were eyed as they passed. If people were sitting on the porch watching the world pass by, the world (in the form of Matthew and Vanessa) would wave back. They laughed. They joked. They teased each other. They pet stray dogs and scratched behind kitty ears. The traffic was almost nil and they didn't have to really worry about anything but just to enjoy the day. And each time he let go of her hand, he always grabbed her hand again to continue the exploration of this small town.
 
Matthew was pleasantly surprised to find that he quite enjoyed touring the village with Vanessa. His body, now beginning to very slowly recover from their recent activities, still told him that his attraction to her was primarily physical, but he was beginning to feel somewhat warmly told her as well.

It took about an hour and a half for the round-the-loop walk, bringing them back to where they had started. It was about 11:45 and it was easy to see that Hank's was not yet that busy. He suggested to Vanessa that they take advantage of that opening and have lunch. Entering Hank's they found that the two seats that they had occupied for dinner were open. As they settled back into those same seats it struck him that when they first sat there he would never have imagined that he was on the verge of having the most and hottest sex in his life. Wow...what a change in 18 hours.

Matthew turned to Vanessa and said, "Well, shit, we're not driving anywhere. I think a beer or two before our afternoon movie would be a great way to start."
 
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Hank's was becoming their place. Of course it was the only place unless you counted the Popeyes Chicken. And she was starting to not really mind the food. She thought that it might have something to do with the company.

"Beer is fine with me. " she laughed. "That was fun but I've walked up a hunger." She smiled at him, knowing that the walk wasn't the only reason she was hungry. She looked across the table at him. "You hungry too?"

She really felt sinful and if the truth were known, could really go for a burger. She knew that if the rest of this 'lost weekend' continued as it had, she would be working it off with more mind blowing sex. Sex with Matthew was the best she had ever had. That's not to say that she slept around, and she was not one to jump into bed with someone she had just met.

So why Matthew? She pondered that as she looked over the menu.
 
You hungry too?

Vanessa's line obviously could have two meanings, and, given their activities over the past 18 hours, Matthew knew that Vanessa was fully aware of the double meaning. He was sorely tempted to pick up on that with some seductive comment, but the truth was that, at least for the moment, he was hungry for food. Certainly, their energetic sex had helped him to build up an appetite, but they had both eaten a big breakfast. Walking in the fresh country air always fueled his hunger.

"Right now," Matthew said with only a hint of a grin, "what I want is a burger, fries, and a beer. Lunch is on me, Vanessa, order whatever you like. And...if we end up eating so much that we want to take a nap instead of a movie, who cares...we have nowhere else to go. Besides, I don't see any chance of popcorn with our TV movie!"

As much as the thought of afternoon sex with Vanessa filled his mind with erotic fantasy, Matthew was in quite a mellow mood. He quite liked the image of he and Vanessa reclining side-by-side on the motel bed watching an old movie and, maybe, falling asleep into a nap. He realized that that image seemed more like the picture of an old, married couple than a couple of weekend lovers indulging in endless hot sex, but it was the image the filled his mind.
 
She grinned at him.

"You must have read my mind. I was craving a burger." She laughed. "I really was!" She looked and saw just what she wanted. No. 4 was with mushrooms and swiss. Medium and crispy fries. She put in her order and waited to see what Matthew ordered.

She was actually hoping something good was on the movie channel.

"What kind of movie do you like? I really like anything except war movies. I love film noir or comedy or drama or musicals or..." She laughed. "Anyway, what do you like? And a nap will probably work for me too."
 
For the first time since they met they were having an interaction that was not coming on to each other. Matthew smiled slightly. It was almost like a first date, except that they had fucked several times already. It was sort of like they had it backward.

"I don't like war movies either," Matthew said, "but I do kind of like thrillers, as long as they aren't too violent, for example, the Da Vinci Code, I really liked that one. But, I like all of the other kinds that you mentioned - well, not film noir so much, but the others. Sometimes I like the really tear-jerking ones like you see on the Hallmark Channel. It's summer now, but there's several classic Christmas movies that I watch every year - It's a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart, Christmas Story, and the old, original version of Miracle on 34th St." He stopped for a minute and laughed at himself, "I know, I know, these were really movies in our parents' or maybe even grandparents' day, but I still like 'em." He continued, "As for right now, though, almost anything will do. Certainly, anything that you want will do.
 
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