When we got home, I offered her a drink, and we set on the living room sofa, chatting about our interests in the physical therapy field. Heather and my dad came home about twenty minutes later, and we had a nice prime rib dinner.
We were in the living room talking and getting to know each other when Cindy yawned, so I offered to drive her to her hotel. When we arrived, I let her check in and then I carried her suitcase to her room. When we got there, Cindy said, “I’m not sure what they have in the mini bar, but I’m sure I can find something. Why don’t you come in for a nightcap?” She opened the door, and I took her suitcase inside. She found the mini-fridge, and when she bent over to see what was inside, I got an instant hard on. That ass was fine!
She said, “There’s a small bottle of Jack Daniels, and a vodka, two cans of beer, and two Cokes. What can I offer you?”
I told her I didn’t drink, and I wasn’t thirsty, but I would like to talk some more to get to know her better. She sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her, so I sat down next to her. She said, “I’m an open book. What would you like to know?”
“Well, since you’re going to be my date for the wedding, do you like to dance? Because I’m not a very good dancer.”
She smiled and answered, “That’s not a problem. I’m sure we can fake it. Everyone will be drunk by then anyway. Now, can I ask you a question?”
I answered, “Of course you can. Like you said, I’m an open book.”
“You’re not gay, are you?”
“No, I’m definitely not gay. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I’ve heard that a lot of guys who get into the physical therapy field are gay because it gives them an excuse to handle men’s bodies. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but I was just hoping you weren’t gay.”
Well, that got my attention. I asked, “Why were you hoping I wasn’t gay?”
“Because I’ve been admiring your body since I first saw you, and I was hoping to get to see more of it.”
Without answering, I lifted my T-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. Then I took my shoes off and when I had tossed them over to join my shirt, I dropped my pants. I looked at her with a smile on my face, and said, “Your turn.”
She looked me up and down, smiled, and said, “Do you have any place you need to be in the morning?”
“Nope! I don’t have any plans.”
She took her T-shirt off and said, “Good. We can order breakfast when we wake up.”
She shed the rest of her clothes and I dropped my briefs. She smiled and said, “Fuck! I am so glad you’re not gay.”
She pulled the covers off, and I joined her on the bed. I pulled her to me and gave her a deep tongue kiss. I couldn’t believe how much she reminded me of Heather. She not only looked like her, she even kissed like her. We kissed for a while, and I played with her tits. Her nipples had become rock hard. I guided her down on her back, and then I moved down until I could put my head between her legs.
I placed my thumbs on each side of her mound and slid them down until I was able to part her lips. I ran my tongue up her slit from the bottom to the top until I reached her prominent clit. I was lapping her sweet pussy like it was my favorite ice cream. When I started circling her clit with my tongue, she let out a low moan and whispered, “Damn, you’re good at eating pussy.” When I stuck two fingers in her dripping wet pussy and started sliding them in and out, she started moaning loudly, and then had a huge climax.