Nymphomaniac

After checking the box next to the city, Laura closed her notebook and tossed it into her bag. Her emerald eyes were filled with a sparkle and happiness. Smiling with delight and biting her lip, she pressed the gas pedal and set off. The weather was in the height of summer. Her long, red, curly hair fluttered in the streams of wind passing through the car's interior through the open windows. The sun was everywhere, covering everything on the horizon with its soft warmth. Behind her was the border of Nevada and California!

The black silhouettes of tall palm trees against the purple-pink sky suggested it was time to stop at a hotel. After all, Los Angeles awaited her tomorrow.

A small two-story country hotel offered its hospitality. At the reception, she was greeted by a young guy.

— Hello, can I help you with something?

— Yes, I'd like a room for the night, please, and could you tell me where the nearest bar is.

Two minutes later, they were walking down the second-floor corridor. Laura followed the young man, examining him from head to toe. In front of her walked a well-built, athletic guy, showing the available rooms. He was saying something, but she was captivated by his gait and was already mentally picturing him walking and undressing.

— Sorry, this is the last one. — Said the young man.

— Laura snapped out of it, peeked into the room, and said with delight:

— Mmm, a double bed! Yes, I think that's just what I need! What about the bar?

— Across the street, there's an excellent bar! Can I help you with anything else?

— You could, if you'd walk me there after I take a shower. Laura smiled coquettishly and looked him in the eyes with her piercing gaze.

The guy felt a slight excitement as he briefly glanced over Laura's figure, dressed in short shorts and a shirt that was only buttoned on a couple of buttons. He quickly agreed to meet her downstairs and headed down the corridor, feeling bewildered.

Laura gently slid her fingers over her body, feeling the warm water trickling down. Her hands paused on each part of her body to give it affection. Moving from her neck to her chest, she gently squeezed her pink nipples and released them, increasing the pace. Stroking her clitoris, she began to moan, and her slippery fingers penetrated more and more intensely. Her moans grew louder and deeper until the moment arrived. Her body began to tremble, muscles tensed, and all emotional blocks were released. A wave of heat swept through her entire body, followed by a wave of calm, as if her body had jumped off a cliff into a sea of pleasure.

Periodically, James glanced at the staircase, clearing unnecessary things from the counter. He eagerly awaited Laura's descent to walk her to the bar. Her charm had lodged in his head, and he couldn't think of anything else. Suddenly, the space around froze, as if in slow motion, and Laura appeared on the stairs. James immediately froze, his gaze fixed on her as she, like a goddess floating down from the sky, descended the stairs. She was dressed in a light and very short sundress. A shiver ran through James's body again, and his stupor released him. He hesitantly stepped out from behind the counter to meet her and offered his help again:

— Can I help you with something? — hoping she would ask him to walk her to the bar.

— Yes, of course, you promised to walk me to the bar, or have you already forgotten?

Laura realized she was dealing with a very insecure guy. Mentally, she had already pictured him shirtless, as he had an excellent physique.

— Well, James, she read his name on his badge.

— You're a well-built guy. You must walk me to the bar and have a couple of drinks with me. You wouldn't let a beautiful, fragile girl go alone in an unfamiliar town.

— Oh, yes, of course, answered James. Let me just close up here.

After a while, they were already heading outside. It was already dark, and only streetlights illuminated the small town. Somewhere in the distance, a bright spot of light was visible in the sky; it was Los Angeles. A warm breeze drifted down the street, they crossed the road, and Laura began her game.

— Do you have a girlfriend, James? she asked.

— No, yes, well, there was, we're not together now, he mumbled uncertainly.

Laura was externally a very rare female specimen. No male gaze would miss such a girl, and being near her, usually all men trembled with fear. It was divine beauty.

— So you're single, James? Laura clarified again, more insistently.

— Yes, he answered.

Laura immediately took his hand:

— That means today, I'll be your girlfriend! — she laughed and pulled him along, running across the road.

The bar across the street was the center of the local industry. A few people were smoking near the entrance, illuminated by a red sign. Laura, as usual, looked each man intently in the eyes, laughed, and disappeared behind the door. James followed her, still not understanding that he had gotten into the girl's amusing game, but he felt like a super macho next to such a beauty and walked very confidently.

— Two whiskeys on the rocks, and for you, James, on the rocks too?

— Uh, I, well...

— On the rocks for him, — Laura interrupted, and the bartender handed them two glasses. Laura slipped a glass to James.

— James looked around, at his glass, then at Laura, then back at the glass, and finally took a couple of sips.

— Sorry, I wasn't prepared for such an evening, — he said.

— Sorry? — Laura was surprised. She moved closer to him, pressed lightly against his lips, and stepped back.

— That's enough for us to switch to 'you' right away.

She knew the guy was experiencing something crazy, stunned. His brain was bursting with bewilderment. Usually, he spent evenings on his phone or at the gym, but he never hung out with beautiful girls at a bar!

— Another round, smiled Laura.

— For both, added James, hastily finishing his glass and placing it next to the first one.

Laura laughed, hugged James, and said:

— That's more like it, — grabbing his butt.

— More!

For another whole hour, Laura tested James with various antics. They barely talked; James was just recovering from one antic when she was already doing something new. She would go to the center and dance, then try to kiss the bartender, then ask to be spun around in his arms, and James would lift her carefully and gently with his fairly strong hands, pressing her to himself and spinning her.

— More!!! Bartender, more!!! Oh, I have to drive tomorrow. Stop, am I already drunk, James?

— Uh, but just a little, — answered James.

James sat on a bar stool, barely holding onto the bar counter. He wasn't used to drinking so much. Laura approached him, pressed her cheek to his, and quietly whispered in his ear:

— Walk me to my room.

James, as a responsible gentleman, immediately jumped up, took her by the waist, and headed out of the bar. Laura just pressed against him, sometimes wrapping her arms around his shoulders, sometimes around his butt, pressing against his chest. Her body was starting to burn, her thoughts were already swirling in passionate embraces.

They ran into the hotel, and Laura passionately grabbed his lips. James's arms wrapped around her and pressed her to himself so tightly that there wasn't a single millimeter between them. Laura grabbed his butt and started kissing his neck; it seemed something had possessed her, and she wanted to take possession of his body.

James picked her up in his arms and carried her to the room, and she continued to kiss and caress him everywhere she could reach along the way. In front of the room, Laura told him to put her down, and he lowered her to the floor. She immediately fell to her knees, and James was stunned. He looked around, and in an instant, his eyes rolled back from a wave of pleasure.

Laura wrapped her lips around his cock and began to gently suck it. At times, she grabbed his butt with her hands, as if trying to swallow him, pushing him deeper into her throat. At times, she took him in her hands, ran her tongue over the head, descended down the shaft to his balls, swallowed them, and again with her lips moved up the shaft to the head and swallowed it. A wave of bubbling pleasure ran through James's body. He couldn't withstand such pressure; his mind was already in a space of pleasure, his body trembled, and he started to cum right into Laura's mouth. She grabbed his butt and swallowed his cock as deeply as possible, taking the entire stream into her mouth.

James leaned against the wall, his body and mind bewildered by what was happening, but he still smiled, looked down at Laura. She looked up at him from below, licked her lips with her tongue, and said:

— Has someone not had a girlfriend for a long time? You should at least jerk off sometimes. I almost choked. Took a gulp, — and laughed.

Laura stood up, opened the door, and entered the room, pulling James along with her.

— You have five minutes to recover, guy. I'll be right back, — she said, heading to the bathroom.

James adjusted his pants and walked deeper into the room.

The light in the room was dim. James sat on the bed with a satisfied face. He felt like a youth who had just won a victory. This probably only happens once in a lifetime. He got a blowjob right in the hallway! Who would I tell, they wouldn't believe it, he thought. And a girl from the cover of "Playboy" magazine, or even more beautiful. And he wasn't mistaken. A moment later, the girl opened the door, and her silhouette against the burning light from the bathroom resembled a divine aura. She approached him, completely naked. He hesitated again, not knowing what to do. But she was already climbing onto him and grabbing his lips.

— Why are you still dressed? — she asked, starting to take off his clothes.

They began to passionately embrace, kiss, hands sliding over each other. James grew bolder and, immersed in the game, laid Laura on her back. He began to gently caress her body with touches of his lips and hands, feeling flight, serenity, and freedom of feelings. Laura couldn't let go of this sensation, the sliding of lips and tongue all over her body. Reaching her flower of life, he wished to drown in it, and then with dynamic movements, he entered her. She was enveloped by a feeling of luxurious and free love, located on a warm and hidden from everyone, uninhabited island of consciousness deep within her soul.

Rays of sunlight passed through the slightly open curtains; Laura slept until she started to feel better. Waking up and washing her face, she left the room and headed to the parking lot where her car was. Going down to the first floor, she noticed that no one was in the lobby. Leaving the key and money on the counter, she was glad she wouldn't have to say goodbye to James; he's probably still asleep, she thought.

Getting into the car, she took out her notebook, glanced over the rather long list of cities, and wrote the name of the town, checking the box. Then she set off for Los Angeles…