The Fuck-it List
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Award-winning erotic adventure of a lifetime, with two good friends fulfilling one's bucket list item in the wilds of Arizona. White-water rafting the Colorado river is daring; when it's at an all-time high, it becomes a face-off with death, where an unlikely hero surfaces. Mixed with lots of sex, romance and a splash of humor, this romp is a thriller AND explains the author's pen name origin! You can view reader's comments over at Bookapy.
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“We head to the hotel, get some food, get some rest, and then we’re heading down to the river tomorrow for some rafting. I’ve got transportation all arranged.” There was an amused look on his face again that had me slightly uneasy.
We had reservations at the El Tovar Hotel, located near the edge of the Canyon, about 30 minutes from the visitor’s center. Rich booked us separate suites; I think I saw the bill for two nights and it was over two grand. First class indeed! My room was 444 and he was right next door.
I opted to take a nap and then a shower and told Rich I’d meet him downstairs for dinner around 8 pm. When I arrived at the dining room, I saw him seated at a table, talking to an exceptionally attractive young lady. Of course I wandered over and sat down.
I was introduced to Loni. She worked in Scottsdale, just outside of Phoenix, at a printing company. She was a proofreader, and while she was talking to me and Rich, I was thinking about wanting to proofread her. Absolutely gorgeous, black curly hair, blue eyes, and a killer smile.
The two of them seemed quite cozy as we ate dinner and had a couple of drinks. I learned that she was young, not too far out of high school, and was saving up to go to college in Boston, something to do with the fashion industry. Rich had a background many years ago working at a printing company, so I saw the connection across generations.
“Loni here is a designer,” said Rich, pointing at her breasts, or at least I thought he was, because that’s where I was looking, “and she designed and made this dress herself.”
The young woman blushed, which suited her peaches and cream complexion perfectly.
“I’m quite impressed,” I said, trying not to look at where I thought her nipples would be situated and instead focusing on cutting my steak into precise pieces. It had been a while since I’d been laid and I was feeling the urge.
As dinner progressed, Rich and I learned that she was the homecoming queen, no surprise there and that she came in second in the state, almost getting to represent Arizona at the Miss America pageant.
“Well, I can’t imagine that there was anyone who was more charming, intelligent, and more attractive than you, Loni,” said Rich with a bit of a southern drawl, despite living in Pennsylvania.
She blushed and put her hand on top of his. “Oh, you’re just a charmer there, Mr. Rich!”
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