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I lie here in my bed still wide awake, smiling to myself. Man, we sure had fun during spring break that year. My it seems like it was just yesterday. When we passed out drunk that Friday night, we didn’t have a care in the world. Just friends having a great time. It was nice of that guy to try and sober me up. It dawned on me why he gave me a Coke with fruit because I had already drunk enough. My tolerance for alcohol was low at the time. I remember waking up the next morning and checking the back pocket for the napkin he had given me. The girls were still asleep, so I just stepped over them, shoes, our luggage and other crap we had lying in the floor. I went in the bathroom and saw the little shop of horrors in the mirror. My cheap eyeliner and mascara had smeared, and my hair looked like crows had been dancing in it. If there was such a thing as the remake of Beetlejuice, I could have been the runner up for the starring role with this look.
Making my way to the toilet, I find the napkin with the Club Atlantis logo on it. It read, “I had a great time getting to know you Sable with the green eyes. Call me tomorrow if you want to have a wonderful time. Kidman Blake.” I giggled to myself at his name. So, did he say Kidman last night and I did not hear him clearly over the music? Or does he truly go by Kid which could be short for Kidman? What kind of name is Kidman, anyway? Well it does have a ring to it, I guess. I will call him later. I see the number is at the bottom of the napkin. I brush my teeth and shower and wash my matted hair. I step out wrapped in nothing but a towel on my head and one around my body just barely covering my boobs. The girls wake up and we talk about the night before. They are gassed up about the agenda for the day. They decided to bathe together while I used the hotel phone to call Kidman. It’s amazing how times have changed. We did not have cells phones at our disposal like we do now. I see he is staying at the Dunbar Condominiums down the strip from our hotel. Hell, we thought we were balling out of control in our one-bedroom king suite here at the Hilton. It must be nice to be able to afford a condo. I did notice the nice herringbone chain and bracelet he had on last night. This dude must be loaded.
At any rate, I dial the number and a familiar voice picks up. I tell him it’s me and he seems genuinely excited that I called. We do a little small talk as he is also from Alabama but it’s a different town a few hours from where I am from. He asked if I would be comfortable getting away from my friends for a few hours tonight and get to know one another. For some crazy reason I said yes. He just makes me feel so comfy. Besides he’s a good old Bama boy so he knows what southern hospitality entails. I remember telling the girls that I had a “date” as they told me that I was a fool and should be partying with them and not try and cozy up with some dude I just met…no matter how fine he was. I just chopped their remarks up to be jealousy and kept it moving. The hours flew by as we ate, shopped and took pictures with my Kodak Point and Shoot camera. Getting back to the room, we saw the phone on the night stand flashing. There was a message from Kidman stating that he would meet me in the lobby of my hotel at eight. My girls wished me luck as they got ready to hit the strip for more drinks and partying.
I pick out a nice sundress that ties around my neck. The back is out and it cuts all the way down to my butt. It is light blue with yellow flowers and I have the sandals to match. The humidity and the salt from the water does a number on my hair so I decide to put it up in a cute up do with a wispy bang. I spray on a soft fragrance all over my body and do one more quick look over before I make way to the lobby. It’s 7:55 p.m. The elevator dings and the door opens to the lobby floor finally. It seemed like it stopped on every floor. I walk out and I do not see Kidman. I sit down on one of the comfortable chairs and wait. Just as I was about get up, I see a purplish fuchsia colored ’88 Oldsmobile Cutlass with deep dish rims pull up front. Out steps fine ass Kidman Blake. He is wearing a pair of khakis, a blue long sleeve Polo with the front open to show off his white polo T-shirt and brown Polo belt. His shoes are brown leather Polo as well. He walks in and greets me with a smile and apologizes for his tardiness. By now it is 8:13 p.m. He takes me by the hand and spins me around while he admires all my assets. He told me that I was stunningly beautiful and kissed me on my forehead. I thanked him as he held my hand and walked me to the passenger side of the car. I got in and it smelled of incense and hemp. I was just getting a little nervous when he touched my hand and reassured me that I was safe and he was not going harm me.
We end up at a local restaurant on the strip. He ordered a dozen raw oysters on the half shell as an appetizer, a Long Island Tea for me, and Heineken for himself. I again showed my fake ID and we ate and got to know one another. By the time my main course of lobster tails, stuffed scallops and pasta arrived I felt like I had know him all my life. The laughter we shared was daunting being that we just met. He ordered another round of Long Island for me and a Coke with lime and cherries. As we were wrapping up our meal, he asked if I wanted to go to one of the clubs. I told him I would rather do something else. So we walked up the beach. He held my sandals for me as we walked hand in hand. The sand felt nice and cool between my toes and the wind began to chill my back. Kidman took off his shirt and placed it around my shoulders. The scent of his cologne did an intoxicating dance around my nostrils. I inhaled it all in. We turned around and headed back in the direction of the restaurant. Arriving at his car, he asked me where else I would like to go. Keep in mind that by now the Long Islands had run its course and I was very horny. I asked if he would mind if we sat at his place and “talked” some more. He immediately gave me the look that he understood me completely. We drove by one of the pop-up gas stations on the beach strip. He went inside and came back with a small bag. I knew what that meant, and I was ready and willing. Ms. Kitty was beginning to purr.
We pulled up in front of the condos he was staying in for the weekend and he opened the door for me and I walked in. He once again held my hand as we waited in the elevator. There was silence, but it was not awkward. We stop at the 8th floor and walk up to his door. Little did I know that this night would be the turning point in my life. The decor is a nautical theme. There are anchors and ships and pictures of the ocean on the walls. His bedroom was nice and neat. Not one article of clothing on the floor or nothing. Kidman places the bag on the night stand and opens the sliding door to the patio deck. He touches my shoulder and asks if I am okay. I nod yes. He goes into the bathroom and I stand on the balcony looking over the ocean. The moon is shining down and the reflection looks like tiny diamonds in the water. The waves hit the shore with a roaring splash every 15 seconds or so. The view is amazing.
I hear the click of the bathroom door as Kidman came out and walked towards me. Standing on the balcony we embrace and kiss. Our tongues dance with one another as we begin to do a slow dance to the motion of the ocean. The waves hit and I can feel the moisture collecting in my black thongs. Before long we are backed into the corner, still outside. My dress is lifted, and he tugs at my thong…it’s stuck to my skin because I am so wet. He gets them down around my feet and I step out of them. His 6-foot 5-inch body is kneeling before me as he kisses me from my ankles up to…well you know. I gripped his head as I could feel his breath on the side of my thigh. He lifts my left leg over his shoulder and licks the tip of my clit ever so gently. I arched my back in ecstasy and stupidly bang my head on the brick wall and ruins the mood…so I thought. He says nothing but looks me lovingly in my eyes as he lifts me up and carries me inside. Leaving the sliding door open we stand there and kiss ever so passionately. He reaches around and unties my dress. There I stand before him butt ass naked. My nipples on my 34 D’s are harder than a metamorphic rock. He tells me that I am so beautiful as he grips both breast in his hands and sucks one then slowly moves to the other one…then back to the other one…the left one is lonely, so he pinches it between his index finger and his thumb while he licks and sucks the right one. His hand looks like an okay sign as his other three fingers do nothing while the first two pinches. I rub his head like a crystal ball as I scream out while I came. I have never come from having my breast sucked before. I am soaking wet as my juices run down my inner thigh.
Picking me up one more time, he carries me to his room. I lie in wait while he pulls of his shirt and drops his pants. It looks like he is wearing a flag because his dick is at full salute. Grasping the rim of his Polo briefs he pulls them out far enough to go beyond the dick and it bobs up and down as if to wave at me. They drop to the floor. I can smell his cologne as he comes near me and we kiss once more. His dick is so big and pretty, I can’t wait to see it glisten from my juices. He hands me the Magnum and I ease it on him. He’s going to need this raincoat to protect him from all this wetness. Lying me back on the bed my legs are pushed way behind my ears as he eats me like it’s his last supper. I am in a whirlwind right now…my nipples are squeezed as he licks and sucks every drop of cum that drips down like a leaky faucet. He comes up for air and pushes my legs into his chest as he thrust his huge dick inside me. I feel like I am going to break in two. It’s so massive, and it hurts, yet it feels so good. The tempo is slow and steady as he whispers that he won’t ever hurt me. This is something I have never felt before in my life thus far. Just as I am about to climax, he pulls out and turns me over. As he fucks me from behind, I touch my clit in order to enhance what is already the best sex ever. My clit feels like a huge piece of Bubble Yum it is so swollen from all this penetration and stimulation. Kidman has a steelo that is not the usual in and out…no it’s round and round and twirl and swirl…then in and out…slow…fast…faster…hard…harder…slow…slower…hard…harder…he pulls out…flips me over…I’m on top…ease on the dick…not too fast…it’s too big. I can’t ride it…yes…I…can…ooh…ooh…easy…yes…slow…easy…slow…creaming…yes…ooh…yes…lower… creaming…deeper…inside…ooh…faster…yes…ride…it…I…am…a…big…girl…loving…all…this.dick…ooh…yes…creaming…turning…dick…still…inside…on…my…back..legs…stretched… wide…open…in…out…all…around…faster…faster…gripping…kissing…loving…he…is kissing me…faster..slow…slower…faster…ooh…yes…faster…yes….yes…bed posts rocks…exploding with passion and lust…my soul connecting to his as he lies on top of me breathing heavily.
He dismounts and kisses me. We walk together to the shower and bathe one another. I ask him to take me to my hotel. He begs me to stay…I must go…he understands. I get to my hotel and I kiss him goodbye. I know we will never see each other again. I go to my room and the girls are still out. Wow, I have never been made love to, fucked and screwed all in the same mating. Ms. Kitty is sore. I will need to run a bath and soak on the real tip. I cannot stop thinking of him. Kidman Blake is a champion stallion for real. I am no virgin, but I have never been with a man like him. I run a bath and sit for a while. A tear runs down my face as I know I will never meet someone like him again. He is funny, charming, handsome, and the dick…oh me, oh my…I loved that dick. He has a murder weapon in his pants and it just committed a major felony. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted…
I can’t believe that I remember every vivid detail of that encounter with Kidman all those years ago. I have laid in my bed and gotten all hot and bothered. Crap! It’s way past 4 am. It was nice to think of Kidman again though. He and his cute little notes. Kidman always used to leave me little notes. The phone number on the napkin was the first one. “Call me for a wonderful time”. Boy, he needs to stop…
Wonderful time…Kidman always uses that term. I jump out of bed and investigate the jewelry box with the “Kidman Gifts” in it. It’s a silver-plated box with pink petal roses and it was a gift he gave me on my 20th birthday. I pay close attention to the little masks on the charm bracelets. We bought several masks while in New Orleans one time and it is all coming together, now. “Well, I’ll just be damned to hell”, I whisper to myself as I sit on the vanity staring at he bracelets. The man in the picture with Satin is none other than Kidman Edward Blake. I remember that damn mask he is wearing in the photo with Satin. I was with this two-bit liar when he bought the fucking thing! My children’s father! Wow! Those motherfuckers have been fucking each other behind my back! How long has this shit been going on?! Now, the real question is…what am I going to do about it?
That’s it for now…tune in to the next segment of Entangled Webs. Thanks for kicking it with me. Please go to my first segment, Welcome Mat, and the segments after that one if you are new to the story!