I wanted to smell her armpits. I wanted to make her mine, so badly. I couldn't wait to get to room and masturbate, while thinking of what had happened...today and of my hot, sweaty, fat arse mother.I zipped down my jeans, and let my stiff, hard cock jump out into my hand. I could picture my mother stroking her long, slim fingers over my hard cock, running her red fingernails around the pulsing head, making it drip a little juice. Dropping back on my bed, I spread my legs and imagined rubbing my. Actually, it was both my wife and I that had the experience but I am going to tell it from my perspective. If you have read our other stories, you will know the level of inexperience that is ours. We are not the gang-bangers who go at it hammer and tong every other weekend. We are slow at making decisions and in this sexual explorative environment, probably slower than most. Anyway, we had already enjoyed a bit of fun here and there and we had decided to spend a nice day at our favourite nude. Dale came out of a deep slumber in the darkest part of the night not quite certain what had awakened him. Two of the king size beds had been pushed together in his suite and he was surrounded by beautiful and warm female bodies. As his companions slept soundly he carefully extracted himself from their arms and legs and crawled off of the bed. He cautiously began to move through the large suite hoping to find everything okay; but very uncertain about what had awakened him.He walked towards the. He called around midnight and said he was close. Because the hotel had a key card system after midnight, I went outside to meet him. He smiled when he saw me, and I did the same. I liked what I saw. He was a big guy, 6'3 or so and muscular. His voice was deep and sexy. I brought him into the hotel and we took the elevator to my floor. He said he liked my sexy ass. I was blushing. We passed another female guest in the hallway on the way to my room and he said he couldn't wait to get to the.