90 Days to Love

1 - ANYSSA

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ANYSSA

ANYSSA’S THIRTY-BEFORE-THIRTY LIST

“E levator’s not working if you’re heading to the seventh floor,” the bored doorman says.

“Shit!” I mutter, turning in the opposite direction to head for the stairwell.

“We could take the elevator to five and the stairs from there,” Connor says, tugging my hand.

“Can I just be Jeannie for one minute?” I groan, following him.

“Jeannie?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at me with that winsome smile as a blond lock of hair falls into his eyes.

“Yeah, like that old show, I Dream of Jeannie , with the chick with the genie outfit on. She’d fold her arms, close her eyes, and blink to make some shit happen. That’s what I need right now.”

Connor laughs, looking at my legs. “Calf muscles sore, huh?”

“Hell yeah, they are!” I mumble as the elevator doors open.

Connor’s my tour guide here in Colorado. I’ve come to Estes Park for a hiking adventure in the Rocky Mountains. Since I’ve been here, I’ve ridden horses, gone kayaking, and seen a magic show in an underground speakeasy lounge underneath a carriage house. The last few days, I visited an aerial adventure park where I ziplined and navigated hanging chairs and even learned to throw axes.

Today, I rounded out my trip by hiking in the Rocky Mountains, and I thought I was fit . . . until I hiked that mountain. That venture alone kicked my ass. Every muscle in my body is sore.

“You’ll be good soon. We’ll get you to the seventh floor, get you tucked away, and I’ll read you a nighttime story.”

“A nighttime story?” I laugh as the elevator doors open on the fifth floor.

“Yep. Make sure you have good dreams tonight,” he says as his voice lowers slightly and his eyes flash with unbridled need.

“I’m already having one,” I reply.

It’s been this way with Connor and me all week, the back-and-forth easy banter of flirting. Surprisingly, I haven’t scratched my itch yet. Flings while traveling aren’t new to me. It’s what I do. It’s who I am.

Though I enjoy them, every now and then, I yearn for the comfort and security of a stable relationship.

“Stairwell’s this way,” he says, heading to the right.

Our tour group hung around for s’mores and beer over a campfire, but I was ready to return to the hotel. I’m the only one leaving tomorrow to prepare for my next destination.

“God!” I groan when we step into the stairwell, and I look up at my floor.

“Come on,” he goads. “You can easily navigate this.”

“Or . . . You could carry me,” I challenge.

He winks and kneels with his back to me. “Hop on, ma’am. Your chariot awaits.”

He ain’t said nothing but a word. I quickly climb on his back, and he moves me up to his shoulders with a few quick shifts. My legs wrap around him, and he clutches my calves. As he takes the first few steps, his fingers gently massage the swollen, tired muscles, relieving my aches and pain but stirring up something far more potent.

There’s a throbbing growing deep between my legs, and the swell of ecstasy that’s taken over won’t be contained. By the time we reach the fifth step on the first flight, I find myself shifting uncomfortably, trying to control the throbbing.

Yet, as I shift and my core rubs against his neck while the cloth of my cotton shorts rubs against me, I find I’m even more turned on. I’m so close to an orgasm that it’s a damn shame. The man hasn’t said boo, and I’m ready to drop my panties and bend over here in the stairwell.

“Anyssa?” Connor says.

“Hmm,” I barely moan.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm-mm,” I mutter.

He stops on the landing and slides me down from his shoulders and off his back.

“What’s up?” he asks.

My eyelids are heavy like I’ve just smoked, and my breathing is erratic. A knowing smile crosses Connor’s face, and he steps closer to me, backing me up against the wall.

Tilting my chin, he dips his head and kisses me. The sweet cherry and spicy aroma of the cigar he’d been chewing earlier comes to me, tempting me to want more. His slow kiss and the way he weaves his tongue into my mouth seduce me, making me feel light and at ease.

Connor’s hands smooth down my shoulders, resting on my hips, but I grab one and shove it underneath my T-shirt. He pinches my nipple through my bra before pushing it aside as I jerk my T-shirt over my breasts.

“Fuck!” I cry when his lips take my budded nipple between them, and his tongue works it over.

My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, holding him in place all the while my hips jerk forward, pressing against him, begging for the hardness that I feel pushing through his cargo shorts.

Our heavy breathing echoes through the stairwell, and I hope no one else needs to take the stairs to the seventh floor. It’s the last goddamned floor in this hotel, but hopefully, everyone who needs to get there is either safe and secure in their rooms or settled somewhere else for the evening. At least temporarily.

Connor lifts his head, kissing me once again as his fingers torture my nipples, tugging, pinching, and massaging them.

Boldly, I grab one of his hands and shove it into my cotton shorts. Connor moves his hand around in my shorts before satisfying himself by slicking his hand across my wetness.

“No panties?” he breathes heavily against my lips.

“None.”

“Shit!”

I reach for his zipper, knowing that if it’s about to happen here, we need not waste any time. His hands move away from my pussy and nipple to unzip the fanny pack at my waist.

“Reach inside,” I mumble.

“Huh?”

“Protection inside,” I say just as he’s preparing to throw the fanny pack to the floor.

Within a minute, Connor is wrapped up and pushing inside me.

Disappointment floods me at his size, but he makes up for it with his movements. My back is flattened against the wall, and my legs are hiked up and pressed between us as he shoves inside me.

In this position, I’m wide open for his taking, and he takes and takes and takes, leaving me breathless. His dick stirring up my juices as he pumps echoes louder than our moans in the stairwell.

No way in hell could anyone enter the stairwell and not know what was happening. I don’t care if they’re down on the first landing; they’ll hear Connor and me fucking.

I shift my legs slightly downward to wrap around his waist, and he bounces me up and down on his dick while sucking my breast.

“Connor!” I cry out, loving how it feels: so free, wild, and primal.

I’ve had sex in some crazy places but never in the hotel’s stairwell. And just to think, that wasn’t even on my “Thirty-Before-Thirty” List.

I’ll explain that later.

Connor’s panting harder than before, and I know he’s on the verge of an orgasm, but that’s okay because I’m about to come myself. Wrapping my legs tighter around him, I kiss his lips, sucking at his bottom and then the top before I open my mouth to let his tongue inside again.

I hear a door banging closed somewhere a few floors down. I don’t care; I keep going, hoping they don’t see us, but if they do, I hope they’re inspired too. I hear their footsteps growing closer, but their voices are softer.

No kids are at this hotel, so I’m not worried about scarring some poor kid for life.

“Nys,” Connor groans throatily. “Aww, fuck!”

I whimper a few “Ahhhs” and “Mmms” of my own, and the footsteps I’d heard before slow up before someone snickers.

Clenching tightly around Connor, I gyrate hard, working him over slowly as his thrusts grow harder, slower, more intentional, and controlled.

He releases my mouth, takes one of my breasts in his mouth, and bites it.

“Oh shit!” I cry out just as I release all around him.

He’s not finished yet. Connor’s pumps increase in intensity and speed as he rocks upward, giving me everything he’s got to give, and he finally releases as a whimper escapes his throat. He buries his face in my neck, biting down and stifling his groan.

“That was good,” he gushes between deep breaths.

“Mm-hmm,” is all I mutter between my labored breaths.

Clapping fills the stairwell with a couple of hoots and cheers.

I clap my hand over my mouth with wide eyes, staring at Connor, who’s growing red. We both sputter with laughter as we adjust our clothes. I grab my fanny pack off the floor, and we jet for the final set of stairs.

The earlier pain in my calves is long forgotten, along with the abandoned condom wrapper. I think the actual condom may still be on Connor.

ANNY’S ANNALS

Aloha!

Hey, it’s me again . . .

Today, I crossed off number two on my list. Hike the Rocky Mountains.

We took the shuttle to the eastern trailhead and started at Spring Lake. I swear that must be the most peaceful place on earth. For a while, I just wanted to sit there and soak up the beauty of nature. It was still serene despite seeing a few people fishing in the lake.

Connor and Emily, our tour guides, led Tyler, Lisa, Gage, some others, and me around Bear Lake. Towering aspen, lodgepole pine, and fluffy spruce trees created an enchanted shoreline. When I say it was the stuff that fairy tales are made of . . .! There’s nothing as magnificent and beautiful as this little haven in our backyard.

We followed the trail up to the little gorge, and I took some great pictures of Nymph and Dream Lakes for my channel. It was a perfect reflection of the beauty all around the lake as it mirrored the images of the trees, mountains, and skies. After we passed Emerald Lake, we took a more challenging hike, and I took pictures by Alberta Falls with my group.

I probably should have opted out for the more strenuous hike because I promise I’m paying for it now. Yet, as the ache in my body eases, I won’t regret doing it.

The higher we climbed, the more we caught sight of beautiful elk grazing. Our travels brought us to this imposing granite barrier, which Connor said was Timberline Falls. I took pictures there, as well. It was a breathtaking scene.

We turned around at the base of the falls and headed back. Lisa and Gage wanted to go further, but it was a one-hundred-foot chute, and Connor said it was best that we not try to hike it. Although it wasn’t raining or snowing, he said hiking the chute was too dangerous for people like Tyler and me, who aren’t experienced hikers.

I must admit the hike put some things in perspective for me. Made me think about all that I’ve taken for granted. It was like getting a glimpse of God in action. This was His handiwork.

With all my travels worldwide, who knew one of the most beautiful and peaceful places was here? I almost don’t want to leave.

On another note, I left the group when they decided to stay behind for s’mores and beer. I’m leaving tomorrow morning and heading home for a few days before my next stop in Curacao. I can’t wait for that trip.

Anyhoo, Connor followed me back to the hotel because he didn’t want me traveling alone. All our flirting this week finally led to some hot and heavy sex in the hotel’s stairwell between floors six and seven!

Although his size wasn’t impressive, he had some moves that made it worth it. We almost got caught, or maybe you can say we did get caught. We heard some people in the stairwell, but we didn’t stop. We kept going like we were behind closed doors. The people were laughing, and they even fucking cheered us when it was over!

Can you believe it?

Connor and I died laughing when we got to my room. He returned to his room, and we planned to hook up again tonight after dinner. I should be sleeping and getting ready to travel again, but hell, that was the first time I had sex on this entire trip. I have to make it worth it.

After all, how can I find true love unless I test out what each destination offers?

Until next time, Anny!

Nys