Since this terrorist thing they ain't been allowed to bring their carts out to the other side of the gate. This lady come off the plane and come on to Will before he hardly see her. "Can I ask you to give me some help with my bags?" She voice is warm and low and musky, she mouth is smiling sensual.

Will feel love slip across him like the shadow of an overhead jet. She a blond, a few years older than him, with dark glasses to hide her eyes that she keeps on even inside the airport. She eyes about the only things that's hid. She have an outstanding body! She wearing a lion-colored blouse that really show off her big hooters, short white terry-cloth shorts stretched over honey-sweet hips. Long smooth tan legs.

The thing Will like about skycapping at John Wayne International Airport is the way that the women always set up and act sexy. This blond takes note of his attraction with a funny self-aware expression. She fiddle with the hot pink neck cord that dangle down from she specs. He quick and make a deal to haul her bags, end up close next to her as he lift them off the conveyor.

"Can I see your ticket, please, ma'am?" Will need it to get the luggage out. It say her name is Shauna Clark, from Evanston, Illinois. "Going to Disneyland?" he ask pleasantly. "Best way to get there is that old bus, except for one just left and they only run an hour and fifteen minutes."

She even more beautiful when she mad. "Oh, Jesus Christ! My damn husband! First he sets up this stupid trip and then he can't go! Now he doesn't even give me a way to get to the damn hotel. Isn't there some kind of shuttle?"

"I can call you a cab, but it'll cost you like fifty dollars," Will say, "Or I can take care of your stuff if you want to go somewhere for a little while. He ponder the sight of she luscious asscheeks quivering out beneath the edge of she skimpy shorts and lick he lips.

"I can just wait at the bus stop," she say. She suddenly on to Will, as she sense a little lust blowing in off of his lake. Yeah, like a full Chicago storm! He rolls her luggage outside to the stop and show her the schedule posted there. "Well, I guess I could wait..." she says, hesitating and looking Will over from behind her shades. "Is there some place good to go?" She looking doubtfully back to the inside of the John Wayne International terminal, an old worn-out cement structure.

"Not really. I can call you a cab. Otherwise you just wait out here with the Duke." Will gesture toward the big bronze statue of the movie actor dressed as a cowboy that strides outside the airport with his name. "Or iffn ya want, you and I kin stash this stuff and step on over to the public house in the hotel." She laugh a little bit. "That's about the wierdest line I ever heard. Plus the world's lousiest imitation." She look Will over again. "I just hope you're better at getting serious than being funny." She run her hand up the metal surface of Big John's thigh musingly. "Hey, how come? I always thought, like, John Wayne is a big man, so how come the airport named after him is so fucking pissant puny?" Her face get hard so you can tell she thinking about her own personal life again. "You just can't tell about these things with men, can you?"

Will's airport plenty big enough, he tell Shauna as he puts her suitcases in a nearby storage locker. The two of them know they want to fuck right away. And when the occasion arise, Will have a deal with the guy over at the Madisson Inn.

Will guide the lady across the center strip and into the side entrance of the Madisson. He like the way she strut in she high-heel yellow brown boots, sexy and sophisticated with a matching purse that stand off her tawny tan colors. "It's so waarm!" she say, raising her palms open to the air and luxuriating in the Southern California sunshine. Will smile at the tufts of golden hair that are exposed beneath her lifted arms. "Is this your first time to Disneyland?" he ask.

"Oh, Yeah." she say. "Well, Screw Disneyland. It's my silly husband that's the goddammed mouseketeer." She stop right there in the street and tug at her finger until her wedding band come off and she put it in her purse. "This is where my vacation starts!"

They both aching with anticipation by the time Will sneak them up to room 552. Will scoop Shauna up and jam his tongue straight into her kissing mouth, he hands all over she beautiful behind at last. She squirm it hard as she try to climb up him to get on, then really shake the thing loose as she fall back to earth.

Will take Shauna down on the bed hard to where she sunglasses pop up over she head on they pink cord and he looking right into she startling blue eyes. She breath short and deep and hot against he face as he kiss her up. She soft tits squish and press against him as he loom over she laying down body. "Oh, I need it. I need you to put it in me!" She mean this thing that already raising a stiff line a foot up the front of Will's uniform. She get her hand down between them to where she can rock and roll the round ridge.

"You my fucky kitten," Will gasp out. "We gonna set you sweet pussy free, baby." Will have this way with a woman and he show Shauna what he mean as he twist she shorts and panties down off of she delicious stuff. "We have a good time now!"

In half a second they pants both off and Will have her two legs as spread open naked as they get. She knees wide around Will's shortribs and she heels and toes is kicking high up in the air as she get ready to take a ride on he rod. Will rear back and aim he big dickhead right under she blond honeyhairs, to where he feel she split and soft. She moan.

Will have opened Shauna's shirt buttons and the soft light filter through the gauzy curtains of the hotel room and line she big sweet boobs with shadow. She nips is all dark and hard and passionate.

Will feel she juicy opening stroke down he shaft as he settle slow into she cunt. Meanwhile Shauna is fingering his equipment and playing Mr. Twisty as she swivel she tail from side to side.

"You're so much bigger than Jerry!" Will really get off on how she calculating he size compared to she husband. This be one trip that this Jerry-joker be sorry he miss, Will reckon. He circle she skinny waist and work she toward him.

Shauna's buns begin to bounce regular on the bed as she respond to he push and pull. "Ohhh." she say. "Keep going. Keep doing it to me, you big sexy stud!" She blue eyes is squeeze shut and then bug open each time Will cruise in deep to her. "Lookit me, baby," he say. "LOOKIT ME. It ain't you husband screwing you this time, is it? Not unless he know how to do this. And this."

Will have spent a few months in Chicago between when he leave Louisiana and when he come down to Orange County, so he know what these northern women crave. They like to work the line and stay at home. Shauna swimming she slow side bedroom stroke beneath he faster factory fuck, she digging the difference as this new motion get she tits splashing and smashing in separate sexy circles.

Will lean forward and lift the lady tourist's tight legs up over the muscle of he arms, start working and squeezing she big treasure chest. Shauna turn she head, throw she hands back and enjoy him any way he wanna have her. She blond hair all wild and tangly, she pink tongue curving up out of she crimson lip mouth.

Will hard as steel as he dick down deep. He have a deal with this dolly for all the money in she bank and he getting she combination figured out. She tumblers clicking into line.

Will know he got a nympho in his hands when she vault door finally crack open and she suffocating tellers stagger out dizzy with they pockets stuff with guilty cash. "Don't STOP!" she gasp at him, "Don't you DARE STOP!" she threaten his ass. Will ain't stopping. He bite down hard on she shoulder, suck a mouthful of she skin cherry-red as he do the deed. Will ain't stop till he get to the other side of she. She purplewet slit's all split and spread and smushing around he big potato masher.

Will sperming she sloppy for sure by now but he still not stopping. Shauna's tight cunny overfill and backspray he dangling ball cords with he super sauce but she tell him don't stop. "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN," she going as she coming. She pink toes wiggling like worms, she clenching claws hard into he back as Will take the full measure of he pounding pleasure.

She sexual regions spread from San Francisco to San Diego and Will end up balls deep in she sticky central valley. "First time you ever been Californicated?" he ask her smug. "First time," she agree. She still giggling with surprise sensation. "But not the last. That was so different. That was so fucking good!"

She just starting to learn about fucking good, Will tell her. But she got more than a few surprises of she own. She reach under and fondle he gooey slider, squeeze she fingers around it and make him twitch it with want. Usually Will just fuck and run. But Shauna want to keep he in her hole for good. She drag him back by the nuts and then glide he whole length in again. Just playing around with he but it do give Will a charge. She tickle-touch around he tight butt-hole until he want to rear up and slap she, pulling he ring of little hairs to they points and threatening he pucker with she thumb-knuckle.

"Your husband let you do that to him?" Will ask. He ain't all that amused. But Shauna laugh nasty. "We're not doing what my husband does, are we?" she say. Only one answer to that question, and Will be putting a big check mark in the box marked true.

Will uncunt and step over to the sliding doors of the hotel room porch, he sticky dick levering out in front like some big old construction crane. He pull the drapes and let the hard outside sunshine slant in over the double bed. It light Shauna up like a golden angel, cause her to arch and stretch luxurious on the flowered green beadspread. Will look on in appreciation.

"Think you're about the prettiest lady I ever had occasion to do it to," Will say to her. He love the way she tan tone from she toast brown thighs to a buttermilky vee around she blond muffin. She fleshy fuckables is all firm and full and friendly, still oozing a little bit of he glistening juice as she present them to the southern California sun. "How's it happen your husband is letting you trot that sweet ass around the country like you do?"

Shauna reach up and touch a finger to the strawberry hickey Will have left on she throat, pinch on she titty-tip with she other hand as she reply. "Jerry thinks he can trust me," she say revengefully. She smile sensual and wicked and examine Will's hunky profile against the bright window through slit-eyes like a cat. "He still doesn't understand about my slutty soul."

Shauna come to Will there by the window, slide the glass door back and step out naked onto the porch. "It's so nice here!" she exclaim in wonder. "I just love it! Listen. Who needs the Disneyland Hotel? Who needs a bunch of stupid cartoon animals? I think I'll just check in here for the whole weekend. Jerry'll shit a brick when he calls and I'm not there."

"Oh, look! There's a swimming pool!" Shauna dangle she big juggs right out into space over the railing as she step up on a little stool and look down to the courtyard. She creamy ass-cheeks jiggle and jounce and she stick she butt back Will's way.

They both in full view of anyone what might be looking down on the porch of room 552. Shauna's rear end one of she best features. She chubby-cheeking, deep grooving. But it she backdoor attitude that make the boners bark. Will have admired it since the second he see her. Now she giving she ass some kind of want-me wiggle that got he meat muscle hard as a handle.

"My, my. Did I do that?" Shauna twist around and see Will standing straight and ready. "It takes a whole week for Jerry to get hard again." She giggling over she shoulder to find out what the fuss is all about, cracking she stuff open for him to inspect.

Will reach forward and compress she hips back onto he throbbing prick. He set she straddling on he bent down branch and let it nose up natural into she hot wet hole. He feel Shauna shiver as the loose skin roll back off of he tip and he shaft slide all the way up in. "My, my," he say sarcastic. "Did I do that?"

Will have Shauna laying over the rail and her hands is hold on to the spiral steel uprights as he begin to ring her bell. She big knockers is swing low against the rungs, flopping back all the way through them at the end of each manly stroke when he bump she rump for real. Shauna be reciprocating, dancing heel-to-toe and foot-to-foot on she little platform. "Oh, God, YEAH. Fuck me again!" she say.

Will making she soft skin sweat, shaking up she golden kernels and popping she corn. This time he determine to out-man she husband for good. From now on Jerry be jerking he dink off in the john while Shauna twist in she sheets and scream for room service. He teach Shauna what she can expect from a man. She soft buns flatten fucky fat.

Will play Lord Leapfrog, imagine he got he tall boots and itchy riding pants on as he jump she hedges and go tally-ho after she furry fox. She bucking and rearing with lust, breathing throaty and starting to sound she sex. "HaHH, HaHH, Hahh, Hahh-UHH, Hahh-UHH, Hahh-UHH" she gasp. She sunglasses jump and rattle on they hanging cord against the outside deck rail as Will fuck she even further forward. "I'm flying! I'm FUCKING flying," She cry out loud. The sound echo and rebound in the close-in courtyard of the Madisson.

Will know Shauna appreciate he stiff dickin' but he see she more into the sound of she own voice than anything he be doing. "He's FUCKING me! Oh, GOD. It's so BIG. He's so big and hard in my cunt! OH SHIT!" What she lack in imagination she make up in volume, and since he standing up Will can see the other hotel guest start drawing they curtains and stepping out on they decks to find out the commotion.

Will figure even if Shauna do check into the Madisson this be the last screw he ever get in room 552. Might as well make the most of it. He wind up and give she a hard but playful ass-smack before he bone on home again. "WAAGGHH!" she wail, "Oh YEAH!" Will raise a hand and wave to the crowd as he continue to buck and fuck this bad-ass blond.

She spreading she arms and flapping for altitude while Will kick in she afterburners. She go straight over the edge on him if he let her, but Will ain't inclined to finish up in the pool five stories down. Instead he lift she back until she standing straight up, spread and split she slippery giblets.

Shauna do love she public. She put on a big production for she live studio audience, full of music and special effects. Will wrap he arms around she waist and really put the Oscar to she until he gush sky-high and she scream and explode with the pleasure of it. "UHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOH. OOOOOOOHH." Shauna look back slyly at Will. "Did you see what they saw?" she eyes be asking him. She nestle back snug on he still pulsing prick. "That was so fine!"

Will have a change of clothes stashed in room 552 and he put them on and fold up he skycap uniform as Shauna squeeze back into she shorts and boots. "You serious about checking into the Madisson?" he ask her. Now that Will have seen all she rides and major attractions he ready to step up and get a book of extra tickets for em. "Only if you check in with me," she say. "No problem," he reply.

Will always at his best behavior in the presence of a credit card. Shauna snap the gold rectangle down on the counter when they get downstairs to the main desk. "We'll be staying through Sunday night," she instruct the girl there. "Could you have someone collect our luggage? It's in one of the storage lockers at the airport. Will, honey, do you have the key?"

Shauna look completely slutty in she skimpy outfit with she hair still all mussed up and she bright lipstick smeary. But money talk. She dig into she purse until she locate she wedding ring, make a big show of putting it on. "Have you got a room that's kind of private?" she ask. "Cause we like to make a little noise sometimes, I'm afraid." She laughing at the look on Will's face as he realize again what a little cunt she is.

"Will, honey, I think maybe we should make that trip out to Disneyland after all."