The couple snooped through the large mansion, as they took the long way to their reserved room.
George, a tall and lean man with black hair, paused in the wide hallway to admire the frescos on the arched ceiling.
“I can’t imagine living in a place like this—when it was all own by one guy,” he said.
Misty, his wife, stopped beside him.
“But think of all the cleaning. It’d take a week to dust and vacuum and mop the whole place. Then, by the time it’s finished, you got to start all over again.”
George waved off her comment. “Misty, when you live in a house like this, you have maids, trust me. Maids do all that work.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean you are rich if you live here.”
Going forward, the pair opened doors to peek into the rooms. One was decorated as a Wild West brothel. A copper tub, gaudy wallpaper, a small bed.
George closed the door. He shivered. “I can almost smell the horses. It’d be stuck on you if you go in.”
Misty giggled.
Misty opened a door to a medieval room. Chains on the stone walls. Iron ankle clamps. A fetter linked to a heavy ball.
Misty hurriedly shut the door. “Ick, a jailhouse! I want to get to our room. Please?”
“You are precious.” George stroked her silky hair.
Up two floors, George paused at the door. “This is what we’ve been waiting for. This room is primordial, pre-societal rules.”
“Let me in. I want to see our room.” She shoved her shoulder into his.
George opened the door to a jungle.
The walls of the room were painted in detail. Trees stretched from the floor through the ceiling. Large tropical leaves were hanging off limbs.
From the ceiling and walls came real branches, lined with actual leaves.
Misty turned to George, her eyes bright. “This is … Wow. I was not expecting …”
“Please, go inside.”
Misty stepped onto a spongy floor, completely different from the cold cement floor of the hallway and the jail. Inside, she heard the high-pitched toucans and distant holler of apes. She thought she might have heard an elephant somewhere.
“Have a swing,” George urged.
Misty then noticed the swing. It had been hidden among the aura of the jungle.
It dangled in the center of the room.
Misty pushed the swing gently and then turned to sit. However, her husband stopped her.
“Naked, Misty,” he sing-songed.
George propped himself against the door frame. He smiled.
The woman shed her blouse and loosened the zipper on her skirt. It slipped to the jungle floor.
In her bra and panties, she stepped to the swing.
George corrected her. “All the way.”
She unclasped her bra and then shimmied her panties down her thin legs. She stood naked in the jungle.
“Mankind was at peace here. No shame, nothing to hide. Nothing that should be hidden. The mind was balanced. All men and women were beautiful. The body was art. It was not a utilitarian vehicle.”
She touched the swing. It was cushioned.
“Have a seat in the swing and enjoy Xanadu,” George encouraged.
She first settled into the swing hesitantly to test the strength, concerned she might break the branch that it was attached to. A quick bounce and a shake, and she was sure it would hold her.
It fit her body size. Misty leaned back and swished forward and backward. Both eyes closed. Her hands ran up the taut cords that connected to the branch above her. She wiggled her feet to continue softly rocking. It reminded her off warm summer afternoons in the park behind her grandmother’s house.
“This was not exactly what I had in mind, but it’s great,” she said.
No one answered. Only macaws and marmosets responded from somewhere far away.
“George?”
From behind a tree trunk appeared a shimmering platform shoe and the leg of a glimmering bellbottom suit.
The birds and apes stopped. Instead, there was the thud of a bass drum and a guitar.
Misty stopped swinging.
“Elvis?” She patted her hands like a gleeful teen.
The full form—leisure suit with glimmering jewels, a mop of hair set high.
Into a microphone, Elvis said, “I hear you wanted to meet me, mama.”
“Yes, Elvis, yes!”
“You came to, uh-huh, the right room then.” He rocked his hips.
He sang in a meager impression, but Misty was overjoyed and sang along.
Between the first number, he asked, “You like, uh-huh, my jungle room, mama?”
“I’m so glad my husband brought me here so I could meet you, Elvis.”
“Uh, where is this man of yours?” Elvis asked.
“I don’t know. But you’re here and I’m here. That’s all that matters.”
“That’s all right, mama.”
“Well?”
“Then it’s time for TBC.” He gently patted his heap of hair.
“Elvis, tomorrow will be too late. It’s now or never.”
To her command, He pulled down the zipper on his leisure suit. “Wise men say only fools rush in—”
Misty harshly grabbed the collars of the suit. “—But I’m already in love with you!”
They kissed wildly as they worked to shed the suit. It felt to his knees.
Between kisses, Elvis began to sing, “Love me tender, love—”
Misty touched her finger to his lips.
She then plopped into the jungle swing. She wrapped her legs around the half-nude man.
“I look at you and wham! I’m head over heels, mama. I guess, uh, that love is like a banana peel.”
He shook off the suit and tossed it across the room.
“Shut up,” she shouted joyfully.
Keeping Elvis tight in her grip, they easily began their joy. She felt his cock penetrate her deeply with the quick swings, as both Misty and Elvis kept eyes locked and smiling.
Soon, Elvis stepped away. “You know, I ain’t nothing but a hound dog. Roll over for me.” He rocked his hips again.
Misty reposition herself on the swing. She gripped a tree trunk as Elvis pressed his dick against her loving pussy. The pair rocked together. Elvis hummed his pleasure, adding a few grunts.
“I want to see your eyes when you cum,” Misty said.
Elvis sat and Misty jumped into his lap. The branch above groaned.
The pair loved until they both peaked together.
Soon, they were cuddled on the wide bed that had been shrouded by large limbs and leaves.
“Thank you, George—I mean Elvis.”
“Always for you. Always for you.”
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