Louisiana Trials: The Wake Up

Trial stinks. Long hours - performing each day in front of the judge and jury - dealing with clients. I haven't been writing stories because of too much work getting ready for a trial, and a long dry spell while my nose was held to the grindstone.

My recent trial in New Orleans, however, was amazing for five reasons - Roxy, Sara, Connie, Brynn and Elizabeth. Pushing 40 and all hell breaks loose in my sexual life over a six week period last fall with two hotel staff, my paralegal, and two young associates at our local counsel's office.

Our local counsel's office is in a modern tower that sits on most of a block. One corner is occupied by an old bank building that has been converted into a hotel. We borrowed a conference room and two offices to use during trial and arranged rooms at the hotel for my associate and paralegal. The firm has about 30 lawyers, a mix of young and old.

The hotel on the corner is small, only about 100 rooms, and is usually quiet because it is not in the French Quarter. Both the hotel and the office are a ten minute walk to the courthouse. I had stayed at the hotel only once or twice, preferring to stay at the Ritz or another hotel (see my stories A Tuesday Night on Bourbon Street and Fun in the Quarter). Because I wanted quick access to the office, we went to Markus Hotel for the trial.

My first few days at the hotel were uneventful. We came in a week early on a Saturday to start work. Trial preparation kept us working late most evenings. Coming back to the hotel on Tuesday night around 10, and having left my team organizing some exhibits for the first witnesses, I stopped at the front desk to ask for a wake-up call. There was a new person there, Roxy. I couldn't see Roxy's figure because of the counter but from the chest up she was a knock-out. She stood about 5' 4" tall. Roxy has light-brown hair that hangs down between her shoulder blades. On this night her hair was straight and combed back, although on other nights it would take on a natural wave.

Roxy has a narrow face with finely chiseled cheeks, and dark blue eyes. Her jacket concealed her figure, but it appeared that her breasts were smallish. Roxy's best feature was her smile. Straight white teeth shone through perfect lips, neither thin nor full, neither too wide nor to narrow. Roxy looked to be in her early to mid-twenties. Finally, Roxy had one of those syrupy sweet Southern-accents, drawing out her words while lopping off the endings.

Roxy efficiently set up my wake-up call and playfully asked if I needed a second call thirty minutes later. I accepted and went up to bed. My thoughts were with Roxy, however, which I did not need given the imminent trial. Still, Roxy was extremely cute, young, and I was away from home, so I gave a few thoughts to what might be and took care of my personal needs alone.

The next night, the same thing happened. Roxy offered a second call. This time I tarried for a few minutes, asking questions about several restaurants that we were thinking about trying that weekend. I had been to them before but thought that would be a good way to break the ice. She provided the information from memory, spitting out addresses, menu highlights and offering to make reservations, "for one?"

"Three actually," I responded, explaining why I was in town, who was with me, and letting her know that I would be there for quite a while.

"I saw that in your reservation last night and was wondering why you had a room on Poydras, which has some traffic noise. Would you like to be switched to a larger room on Camp?"

"Next week will be fine," I replied, explaining that I had to run home for my youngest sister's wedding on Saturday night. We talked about how far it was to go for a weekend but worth it for family. Roxy said that she had two sisters herself, both in high school.

Roxy wasn't at the desk when I checked in again on Sunday night but as promised I had a bigger, quieter room. There was also a voice message welcoming me back to the hotel from the guest relations manager, Sara. The week flew by with the start of trial. 7 hours at the courthouse bookeneded by long hours before and after.. Roxy once again staffed the front desk starting on Tuesday. We talked briefly each time I came into the hotel late in the evening, usually about nothing. She always kidded me about needing a second wake-up call.

Finally on Friday when I came in around 10 she was at the desk. "Good evening," she said, "do you need a wake-up call for tomorrow?"

"Unfortunately, yes," I said, "We just found out one of our witnesses needs to be taken out of order. She will be on the stand Tuesday. Which means we need Saturday to organize and Sunday to prep her. So, sadly yes, the usual and no fun on Friday night either."

"That's too bad. I've got a double shift myself, three to eleven and then eleven to seven. The hours are good but I will be tired on Saturday."

"I'm sorry. Hang in there. Things will be better in the morning."

"I know they will," Roxy purred, with a mysterious twinkle in her eye. I went up to my room and went to bed.

The next morning I was sound asleep when I heard a noise. It sounded like my door had clicked shut (I didn't bother with the security bar). The room was still almost completely dark, lit only by a small beam of light alongside the edge of one of the curtains. The door was around a corner down a short hall.

Looking over toward the nightstand that was on the side of the bed away from the door, I checked the clock. Seven ten. I was a bit confused as I could not remember getting my wake up calls. I lay there for a moment on my left side looking at the clock, trying to figure out what time it was. My back was to the door side of the room. It was quiet but I thought I could hear something rustling.

Then someone got in bed behind me. "Time for your wake-up call." I knew the voice. It was Roxy. Her hand shook my right shoulder gently, "come on sleepy head, time to get up."

Suddenly I was wide awake. Roxy pressed her body against mine. Clad only in my boxers to sleep, her warm chest pushed against the bare skin on my back. "Are you awake?" she kidded, drawing her already firm nipples across my flesh.

At that I rolled over onto my right side and faced Roxy. My right hand was confined above her head but with my left arm I reached around and placed it on the small of Roxy's back. I could barely see her face in the dim light. Her hair was loose. Some locks had fallen over her right shoulder and were between us.

My touch told me that she had nothing on above the waist, covered only be the sheet she had pulled over us when she climbed into the bed. Letting my hand wander south I found the top of a pair of panties, just where her bottom started to split at the base of her spine. Roxy's flesh was warm to the touch, soft and supple to my fingertips. A light scent of citrus perfume caught my olfactory senses.

"Good morning," I said, "did you sleep at all?" Roxy leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

"Not particularly, but I will in a little bit." By now I could feel my cock start to fill with blood, pressing outward on my boxers and against her lower torso.

"It's a good thing you found a warm bed." I kissed her back.

"And its just a short elevator ride from the office," Roxy replied, kissing me again, this time lingering as I kissed back. My hand was now pressing her lower back against me, letting Roxy feel my growing member as it responded to her presence.

Nibbling across Roxy's cheek to her ear, I could smell her perfume even clearer. "You smell wonderful, and you taste good too." Roxy cooed as I slowly nuzzled her earlobe and the side of her neck just below it, using my tongue to draw circles.

In the dim light I could see a single stud pearl earring rising out of the folds of her ear. It reminded me of a woman's clitoris when it emerges from between her outer lips, and I knew then that I wanted to find Roxy's.

Roxy's left hand ran through my hair as I continued to kiss and nuzzle. The thought of her clitoris brought me to fully erect. "I think you're awake now," Roxy purred in my ear. "It's going to be a good morning."

Moving back to her lips I said only "agreed." We began to kiss more passionately, our tongues now twisting around in knots, slipping along each other's lips. Roxy's hand now pressed our chests together, pushing her nipples into my upper body. My left hand ranged freely over her back, dropping now and then to cup the cheek of her bottom.

I realized now that she had on a pair of boy short panties, all the rage to wear under the lower cut jeans and slacks. The lower part of Roxy's bottom had a definite curve to it, giving me purchase to lift her against my rock hard cock. Roxy moaned the first time I did that, letting her head fall away from mine, causing our lips to part. She immediately came back though and kissed with even more passion, before falling onto her back next to me, as if she was spent.

During our first kisses the sheet had been cast aside, pushed down the bed to our ankles. In the slightly better light of morning Roxy's body glowed, resting supine on the white sheets. My left hand had remained in place as she moved, coming to rest just above her navel. Roxy's flesh was just as soft and supple on her belly as was her back.

In the still dim light I could see her eyes were closed although her lips were slightly pursed as she caught her breath. Roxy's chest rose and fell with the deep intake of air, lifting her breasts in a regular pattern. I could now see her breasts, and although lying on her back could tell that they were fairly small yet had a definite curvature as they rose toward the peak. The nipples themselves appeared to be small, although I was hard to tell given the light.

Looking down further I tried to make out her maidenhairs, but the light was too dim. Wanting to keep going I began to caress Roxy's torso with my left hand, palming her from the slight mound above her panty front to the bottom of her rib cage. "That feels good," she cooed.

Leaning over I went straight for Roxy's left nipple. My first touch was only with the tip of my tongue, making contact with the firm point. Circling the tip several times, I then drew the button into my mouth, inhaling it. Roxy reached out, pulling my head against her.

Shifting onto my hands and knees, my left leg fell between Roxy's legs, spreading them to make room. With my left hand I now began to play with her right breast and nipple while working on the other with my tongue. Roxy held my head in place whilst simultaneously arching her back to press her breasts against face. My right hand supported her back as my kissing continued. Roxy was moaning with pleasure as I shifted my attention to her right breast, treating it with the same ministrations as before.

When I shifted my body Roxy withdrew her hands from the back of my head and placed them in the few inches of space open between our torsos. At first I anticipated that she would reach for my member, which hung full in my boxers, weighted by gravity. Instead she reached between her own legs for self-pleasure.

With my eyes on her breasts I could not tell from the movement of her arms whether Roxy had thrust her hands inside her panties or was rubbing herself through the silky fabric. We were both enjoying what was happening so it didn't matter how she was touching herself. Leaving her alone, I focused my attention on her mounds, which were a supple pile of flesh, warm to the touch and tongue.

Roxy's back pressed up while she held her pelvis down on the bed. Suddenly Roxy blurted, "Oh God, I'm cumming," and screamed with delight. She had drawn the first orgasm out by herself. Roxy thrashed beneath me for only a short period before relaxing her back and pulling her breasts away from my attention.

With that I raised myself into a kneeling position, straddling her left leg. Looking Roxy in the eyes, I could see she had a satisfied look. Without breaking eye contact I reached down and felt for her arms. Gently I lifted her hands to my lips, where carefully my tongue removed the sweet juices.

Her slight musk now masked the perfume that had my attention earlier, as the musk remained on her digits even after I had licked them clean. "That's amazing," she said, "no one has ever licked my hands like you have. I can't believe how much you turn me on."

"The pleasure was all mine," I said, releasing her hands and placing my own on her stomach. "I'm guessing you were pretty warmed up before you got into bed."

"Yes sir, I was sitting there behind the desk all night thinking about what your cock might look and feel like. It was quiet so I was able to reach inside my panty hose a couple of times......"

Gently I palmed the slight mound of her tummy, moving from side to side and up and down. "There is more where that came from," I growled, snagging one finger under the waistband of her panties.

My eyes had now adjusted to the dim light and I could see that these were a white or cream color. They were made of silk with an elastic band. The shape like a man's briefs left the top of her hip bare and allowed little room for her pubic hair. I imagined that she must be quite wet after bringing herself off, but could not see if she had soaked through the material.

Roxy didn't complain as I wiggled another finger under the waistband, now sliding my fingers from side to side and across her hip. With only the tips up to the first joint under the fabric my touch felt the bristly sense of her fur. Roxy had her eyes closed as I teased her. She reached up with one hand and began to rub the point of her right breast.

With that I began to gently pull Roxy's panties down. She lifted her bottom, ever so slightly, allowing me to move them across the roundness of her ass. Roxy's legs were already somewhat spread, but because I was still straddling her leg I had to stop for a moment and move to her side. Once there the panties journey off her body continued.

A heavier musky scent now surrounded me as Roxy poured forth her juices. Tossing Roxy's panties onto the floor, I returned to my kneeling position between her legs and leaned over to kiss her warm flesh near her belly button. I licked, kissed, nuzzled and chewed around her waist and down her right leg, then up and over and down her left leg.

I was about to move down to Roxy's slit when she thrust her hand down past my nose, spreading her lips and commanded "lick me here!" Roxy's fingers held apart the lips, allowing me to see a well formed clit poking out, just like a pearl earring.

Focusing on her clit, I drew my lips around it and tongued the tip. Roxy moaned with this first touch, calling my name and begging me to keep going. Sliding down further I straightened my neck and put both of my hands around her thighs to give maximum leverage. Roxy had responded to the licking of her pussy by thrusting her pelvis against my face.

I knew that she had cum once already and would probably not take as long this second time. I was right. After only a minute or so of sucking on her clit I began to lick the length of Roxy's slit, tasting the juices which flowed across their full warm length.

"Lick my clit, please, I'm going to cum" she begged. With that I moved back to her upper slit and began to furiously tongue Roxy. "Oh Lord, I'm cumming again" she cried.

Roxy grabbed my head and held me against her body as she bucked up and down. The sweet nectar coated my lips and face. Roxy finally relaxed, placing her sweet bottom down on the sheets. Her legs loosed their grip on my head, freeing me to kiss my way up her torso.

When I reached her head Roxy and I began to kiss passionately. Her perfume mixed with the scent of her womanhood into a heady elixir of love. My rock hard member was trapped between our bodies as we kissed. Roxy felt it and pressed up against my cock with her lower body. "My turn" she whispered in my ear. Knowing what would be coming next I rolled off her body onto my side. Roxy reached down with her hands and began to caress the mound in my boxers.

"My that feels good," she said, reaching inside the waistband to grip the shaft. "I can feel how full you are, let me hold on to that thing!" Roxy worked her hand up and down, jacking me off with all her might. She pulled up and down, firmly grasping my length. "Enough of that" I stuttered and pushed my boxers down and kicked them off.

Roxy knew exactly what we both wanted. She skootched down the bed on her hands and knees. Roxy then began to slowly and rhythmically stroke my hardness. After a dozen or so motions up and down I was definitely feeling like I had a load that needed to be freed.

Licking her sweet pussy had been a major turn on for me. Roxy must have felt the increasing girth as my cock swelled because she leaned over and began to suck and lick its head. She didn't deep throat it but took the top several inches into her mouth, using her tongue to swirl around the shaft.

Roxy kept up with gentle strokes with one hand while she held her hair out of her eyes with the other hand. She had some definite talents kissing and otherwise with her lips and my manhood enjoyed the feeling. I lasted quite a bit longer than I would have guessed given how aroused I was when she started to play with my cock.

Roxy was moaning and humming between sucks as she seemed to enjoy the taste. Too soon I felt my balls tighten with the familiar feeling. Roxy must have too because she moved from sucking the head of my cock to taking several inches, and increased the strength of her stroke. My orgasm hit hard, not just the physical release from my loins but the fantastic feeling you can get up your spine as the pleasure flows through your body.

With that I shot one, two, three, four, five, six, seven huge shots of cum into her throat, then gave a series of less powerful spasms that completed my orgasm. Roxy held it all in, swallowing several times as I delivered my semen. As my member first fell away from its hardness Roxy released it from her mouth. It was still extremely strong and sprung free, proud of what it had done.

Roxy crawled up beside me and put her head on my shoulder. "That was awesome," I whispered.

"You're telling me," Roxy replied, "I'm so tired right now."

"Go to sleep. I think I can take another nap."

"All right, one of us was up most of the night."

With that Roxy quickly dozed off. I followed shortly after Roxy. We slept until 11 a.m., when I woke up and realized my team was already in the office preparing for our witness.

She was partially curled up in front of me. Her hair was spread out. I could see the small breasts that I had suckled so fervently earlier that morning. I let Roxy sleep another half hour while I took a shower and shaved, then woke her up with a kiss. We got dressed - me for work and Roxy to go home.

After we were ready I walked Roxy to the door of my hotel room. We kissed for a few minutes with some passion, knowing that we had not done all that we could have with each other's bodies.

"What time would you like your wake up call tomorrow?"

To be continued...