Eugene sat naked at his computer, typing in the darkness of the small room. His eyes kept gazing toward the bed and the woman lying in it. To most people it would be considered odd to sit in a hotel room, naked, typing on a laptop and eating Doritos with a warm Dr. Pepper, but not to Eugene. He felt great. He had gotten properly laid and an idea for a book hit him like a wooden door slamming into his face.
His block was gone. Maybe it was the sex, or that the time off had cleared his mind. Eugene knew what it was. His muse was lying in the bed across from him. Her honesty and simple mannerisms inspired him.
The sex didn’t hurt either. But there are people who can inspire others. He’d been lucky in more ways than one. Madison had opened his eyes and freed all the caged beasts locked in his mind. She was right.
He stilled. Fuck them, I’ll write what I want and won’t let others dictate what my inner voice is saying.
It was an odd moment for Eugene because he hadn’t had a flow of consciousness like this in a long while and he wanted to get it all down on paper. Or at least onto his hard drive. The inspiration was exciting and it added to his hard on. Creativity was awfully arousing.
Waking from her restful sleep, Madison felt a slight chill from the light breeze flowing through the window. She looked across the room to the small table. The screen of the computer reflected on Eugene’s face.
His focused stare reminded her of a mad scientist planning his next experiment. Her imagination as to what he was creating was scary. All his stories were filled with sex, toys and lust. If he created a machine to be a substitute for men she wanted to try it out. At least a machine could be kept in a drawer beside the bed to be taken out after going to the movies and seeing her favorite actor. If it paid the bills and made morning coffee she’d pay extra.
As he typed away, Madison liked seeing him naked and semi-erect.
There was something about the intensity of his eyes. He was quiet and focused on his writing. And it really made her hot. She was the playful type and wanted to see if she could break his concentration.
Moving her legs downward, she pulled the sheets off her skin, leaving her totally uncovered. There was a little neon glow from outside that made her visible. She kept her eyes slightly open to be able to see Eugene. Even though she was completely exposed and the room was cool, she felt warmth flowing through her body. It was centering on the small space between her legs.
Madison wasn’t shy. In fact, the exhibitionist in her got off by showing her man what she wanted. With each passing moment, she became hotter and hotter.
Her hands brushed against her skin, uncaring if Eugene was watching or not. She was comfortable, feeling damn sexy, her pussy was hot and she had a growing urge to let loose. If she needed to do it herself, she had no problem with it. Who better to know what to touch? What part of her pussy to stroke, the exact way to massage her sensitive clit which was stiffening below the thin hood of flesh. Her chest began to rise and fall in a rhythmic flow.
She could feel Eugene’s eyes watching her. She knew he was watching her finger her pussy and how she was getting more and more aroused. Her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow. The throbbing of her clit began to drive her crazy. If she touched it she would convulse and shiver in the thralls of ecstasy.
His eyes stared intensely at Madison as she squirmed and touched all the parts of her body he had seen, touched, licked and fucked over the last few days and nights. But seeing her touch herself and knowing exactly where to fondle began to
get to him. He leaned back in his seat and just watched her. She was painting a masterpiece, with her fingers as the brushes.
Her breasts were full and the nipples tight and erect. He was so close but far enough away that he couldn’t touch her. Madison rolled side to side in the bed squeezing and opening her legs. Eugene grabbed his cock, wanting to be between those tight legs. She drove him crazy and he could see everything through the dim light.
He sat, firmly grasping his swollen cock in his hand. He stroked it a few times as Madison pushed her fingers into her wet pussy. He longed to be those fingers, stretching inside those engorged walls of pleasure.
Madison began to pant, a fever rising inside. She put her fingers to her lips, tasting her own juices that flowed within her. A deep moan signaled the closeness of her orgasm. Her fingers parted the labia and entered her pussy. Her eyes opened and she looked toward Eugene and moaned again.
She wanted him to feel this with her.
She lay flat on the bed and spread her legs wide, her fingers glistening with the very essence of her body. Her pussy begging to be violated by his rigid cock.
He sat, panting as she moaned softly. Her body was twitching and jerking with the spasms from her orgasm. Her legs stopped shaking and now Eugene knew it was his turn to release the inner urges from his loins. He needed to get his rocks off.
Eugene couldn’t handle this torture any longer. His cock throbbed in his hand as he tried in vain to control his urge to ravage Madison. “Fuck this, I can’t take it anymore” he yelled as he stood up, hopped over the table and rushed toward the bed. His cock was erect and pointing forward as he ran. It bobbed up and down like a fishing pole with a fish hooked on the line. He leaped toward Madison, in shock she moved her leg up and turned.
With a thud Eugene curled up in the bed. Madison’s knee had hit squarely into his balls.
“Oh, God,” Eugene’s eyes rolled as the initial pain shot through his body. “I can’t fucking believe this happened. Let me check. One, two, thank God. I still have my balls.”
Madison tried to roll him onto his back, “I am so sorry, Eugene, you scared me.” She held back her laugh as he lay like a newborn baby.
“Let me look at it”
“No, leave me alone. Don’t touch it! Go away, you broke them. I’ll never fuck again!”
“Bullshit!” She yanked him over and saw he still sported a hard on.
“Aww, poor baby. Let me kiss and make it all better.” Her head lowered to between Eugene’s legs and he closed his eyes.
Madison’s mouth was hot, wet and tight. Eugene missed the feel of a woman and knew that this sensation was feeding his imagination.