2nd Kill - Kellie
After a couple of more weeks of driving and thinking. Like the old Bon Jovi song I drive sometimes for days, not sleeping when I did it was usually at a rest stop in the back of "Camie".
Been a while since I slept in a bed, I pulled off in Emporia, Virginia a good mid size town. So I pulled into the Red Carpet Inn, a good cheap flophouseish hotel. I figure I check out a local food and booze dive called Destry Restaurant and Lounge the air was heavy with smoke and stale beer. A couple of battered pool tables sat in one corner.
I bellied up to the bar as the bartender, a woman who passed her prime sometime when JFK was in office. She gave me the required semi-flirt and took my order. Double shot of Jack Daniels neat, a good bit of that rough house charcoal golden fire found it way down my throat. I sat at the bar and ordered a steak, much like the bartender it was well pass its prime. I talked to her, causal stuff how is the weather, what are the hot clubs in town, are you married, where is a good liquor store..
I found out her name was Kelli and she was divorced and living off highway 301 on Moonlight Rd. We talked until closing. She offered me a ride back to the hotel, I asked her point-blank if she like to ride me.. At first she seemed embarrassed then quickly nodded and told me that she had not had ridden a real dick in a few months that I looked dangerous and bad. And she liked dangerous and bad.
We quickly grabbed some booze and condoms from the local S-Mart and headed to her place. I felt my blood pulsing the wind did little to cool the heat of my body as she raced into the night. She hurried at the door opening it, inside she was on me like I was a juicy steak to a dying man. It had been a while for me too, but I was starting to get other ideas.
The sex was hard fast and varied.(To those thinking you where about to get some jerk off material FUCK YOU go find another blog or go to www.fuckingpreverts.com ) and a couple of hours we drank
some booze, ate a snack and just starting kind foreplaying for the next round. It never happened I fell asleep for a bit..
I awoke to see Kelli taking the cash out of my wallet. So much for her being just a woman at the bar.. I thought to myself "She has done this a few times before". I made some noise and she quickly jumped back into bed and became the sexpot again. I told her I wanted another round before I left, and that I needed to use the toilet. And to put on another rubber, she quickly agreed. I saw her go back to getting the cash out of my wallet.
While in the bathroom I looked around and found a towel with I tore a good long strip from and checked around for aspirin and drain cleaner and found them. I hid the strip under my arm as I when back into the bedroom. We started rolling around finally ending up the way I wanted her doggie style. As she thrust against me I eased my hand down and grabbed the strip of towel.
Her thrusts quickened against my hard dick, but it was hard for another reason. As she lost herself in the pounding waves of an orgasm I quickly looped the strip around her neck, pulled out and sat on her ass while pulling tight. I cum for a different reason filling the condom.. her twitches stop as she goes limp.
I let go and quickly grab the drain cleaner and aspirin, both get poured down her throat. More drain cleaner goes in her cunt and on the bed. I smash the bottle of booze. It's not prefect but it looks like a drunken rage, drug overdose. I hear knocking at the door, I freeze who could it be? I quickly grab a towel and run to the door. I open it to the all-knowing look of a woman around Kellie's age that smells like she had been drenched in the essence of bar. She smiles and tells me her name is Wanda and is Kellie around. I tell her she is sleeping, she smiles and nods. "Kellie has a new guy ever week, I don't know why she doesn't settle down. Alot of the guys she brings over looks nice. Anyway tell her to give me a call" she tells me, checking me out
I smile back, she leaves. I get my clothes on and head back to town. After checking out of the hotel I crank up Camie and hit the road heading south. A couple of hours later I pull off to ditch the clothes in a rest stop trash bin. And hit the I-40 heading west looking for the next kill or shall I say thrill.
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