Aug 19-21, 2011: Whitney's Weekend

We went to a resort in the mountains north of Asheville; got there around 1:00. We checked in and went to the room and fucked, more specifically she fucked me; me on my back with my legs pulled up and her pounding both my holes with my strappy, telling me how much she loved this. I moaned back that I loved her, to which she replied that she loved hearing me say it. After she’d removed the strappy I fingered her ass and sucked her pussy.

We napped until 4:00 then went down for massage appointments. Both of us in what they called a couples room, two tables in the same space and two women working on us. Neither of the women was stunning but they gave great massages. The sexiest part of this was both of us being in the same room.

That evening we drove into Asheville which has a fairly well established lez community, ate dinner at a little café then strolled down a street to a lez bar. Whitney and I sat at the bar and she used her fake id quite well. I’d say within 30 minutes a couple of butch types, the typical chunky type, jeans, white tee’s and black leather vest, came over and started chatting us up. Most of their interest was in Whitney but they certainly didn’t ignore me either. The age difference and racial difference between Whitney and me was a curiosity. We unashamedly told them we were lovers. We danced with them through about 5-6 songs and then they made their proposition. We didn’t take them up on things but they didn’t give up. Whitney danced with another woman while her partner and I chatted. Neither of us was interested in picking somebody up.

That night we did a 69, wonderful, cuddled all night. That was unbelievably sweet.

Saturday was the day set aside for hiking. After sleeping in late, downing some yogurt, eggs and toast at the breakfast bar, we grabbed Whitney's day pack and loaded it with a few things, put on our stuff, me in short shorts and her in tightest of white denim shorts and a college tee and set out on a trail that winds back up in the mountains. We had maps, compass, etc. (we had one pack and I was the designated carrier.)

We hiked until about 1:00, stopped and ate our lunch we’d packed (nuts, cranberries, chocolate,) and hiked some more. We left the trail, Whitney’s idea, and went down into a meadow and found an isolated spot against some rocks. Whit told me to drop the pack and strip naked. She insisted I take everything I had off down to shoes and socks. I was totally naked and it felt so strange because in a way I had no idea it was coming. Whitney took a small coil of rope out of the pack and a dildo (she packed things, I had no clue) and tied me to a tree, my hands behind the tree. It wasn’t a hard tie, more symbolic, and as she said, she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to give me a thrill. She started teasing me with the dildo, but not letting me cumm. She pulled her shorts down so I could watch as she slowly fingered herself, made me tell her how much I wanted her and fed me her nectar off her fingers. She told me she’d go back to the trail and find the next girl that hiked by and bring her down here to fuck me. it was all teasing but her thoughts, sucking my nipples and continual fucking with the dildo got to me, she hooked me with her fingers and I went into a deep orgasm, squirting, cumming and almost screaming.

She untied me, had me put my hiking shoes and socks on and she put my clothes in the pack and had me start hiking naked back toward the main trail. I kept telling her, this was insane, I couldn’t hike naked, too much a chance of somebody coming along the trail. But guess what; we did but only for about 5-10 minutes. I was walking in front of her and she’d slap my ass for fun. Finally she gave me my tee and shorts but not my bra or panties. We kissed, hugged and laughed then headed up to a rock outcropping overlooking the valley. After lying in the sun on the rock we retraced out route down the mountain.

That evening we tried a different restaurant in Asheville. We skipped the bar scene, went to a park and listened to some local bands. We didn’t stay long, both of us were tired from the hike. When we got back to the hotel we fucked again but it was not a serious, drawn out thing; we both were tired. Again we cuddled out way to sleep.

Sunday morning we got up fairly early and showered. We made love in the shower and hugged, soaped each other a dozen times and kept humping and fingering. She pissed on me. We packed, left around 930 for the three hour trip to her house.
Back at her house, I hugged Tonja and Karen, thanked Tonja for letting me have this weekend with her daughter. All of the things Whitney was taking to college were in the living room and I helped load those things for the approximately a 2 ½ hour trip  There were obviously some awkward moments. Neither of us could not say good bye. I always pictured this long drawn out tearful parting but that didn’t happen. She plans to come back for a weekend in mid October. Otherwise, she plans to immerse herself in campus life. We kissed, told each other we loved (she told me she loved me). I slipped back in the car and came home.