We woke up the next morning still horny and happy after the night we spent with Hank and Jim. Joan was fiddling with my cock and I was getting hard. She straddled my face and licked my prick - 69 for breakfast. Joan tasted like sex and pee. Cum was still hidden in the folds of her cunt and I pushed my tongue deeply in her. I sucked and slurped and enjoyed every inch of her labia. Her clit was still sensitive and I gently blew on it and tapped it with my tongue. She squirmed around shifting all over my face. Joan swallowed my cock into her warm and inviting mouth. She grabbed the base of my cock and stroked and tugged it until I was moaning. She hummed while sucking me sending erotic vibrations through my cock. Joan stuck a finger in my ass reaching for my prostate gland, then began ass fucking me with her fingers.

We were rapidly approaching the point of no return. Joan came first, grinding her cunt on my face and showering me with her secretions. She moaned loudly,

"Ohhh Fuck, suck, cunt, cunt, Oh my fucking God."

Her words triggered my ejaculation and while I was coming she rubbed my prick all over her face and neck. I pumped stream after stream onto her. As they say, she got a pearl necklace.

We both gasped at this wonderful start to our day.

We had room service breakfast, unfortunately it wasn't Jim who delivered it. Joan did flash her tits at the waiter when he came into the room. 

I went to the conference to work. Joan hadn't made up her mind as to what she was going to do.

My work that day was brutal. I really looked forward to dinner and an evening with Joan.

We ate that night at Tubby's Seafood. The fresh catch of the day was delicious and we were seated at an outdoor table right beside the river. We watched the tugboats go by and enjoyed our meal.

Joan told me about her day. She spent a lot of time in music stores looking for vinyl of old Johnny Mercer songs. He was one of Savanna's most famous sons. Johnny Mercer wrote over 1500 songs, some of them the most romantic of all time: Autumn Leaves, That Old Black Magic, Moon River, too many to list. He won academy awards and had huge success in show business. Somehow he has just faded from music memory.

After dinner we went back to Club 306 West, but this time we went to the more raucous upstairs bar. Last night we had seen a poster outside the bar announcing a "Dance on the bar in your bikini" contest. Joan was wearing a loose T-shirt that showed quite a bit of side boob and Daisy Dukes shorts that showed the bottom of her cheeks. Underneath she wore her scandalous bikini. I said to Joan, "You wouldn't dare dance in that bikini." She smiled and said, "You'll just have to wait and see." 

We got to the bar and it was full of people. Many of the young women had already stripped down to their bikinis. There were some very hot women there in very tiny bikinis. The music was throbbing and people danced everywhere. I settled Joan at a high top table and went to get drinks. The bar was very crowded and I had to wait a few minutes to place my order. When I got back to the table Joan was talking to a young man. He was leaning on the table towards Joan and talking into her ear. Joan giggled and patted his arm. When I got there Joan introduced him, "Bob" and then, "Bob, this is my husband, Tom." We shook hands and said hello. Bob asked me if he could have a dance with Joan. They headed out to the dance floor to a Hip Hop song, Beyoncé's Upgrade U.

Joan can dance to anything.

She and Bob were bouncing off each other and thrusting into each other. The hip hop move Joan likes best is standing there with her legs split, hands on hips humping and grabbing her crotch. Joan was the center of attention on the dance floor. They came back to the table flushed and out of breath. I gave them a little clapping to show my admiration. We sat at the table and Bob asked Joan if she was here for the bikini contest. Joan pulled her T-Shirt up and flashed her bikini at Bob. I couldn't resist tweaking her nipple. His jaw dropped. Joan giggled and said, "What do you think my chances are?" Joan's bikini was the scandalous tear drop string bikini - her nipples were on full display with the strings framing them for anyone to see. 

I slow danced with Joan and said, "You're really outdoing yourself with that bikini." She smiled and rubbed her mound on my leg The song was J Cole's Can't Get Enough. I love the thumping sound, perfect for dance floor humping. We had a few more drinks, probably too many, and Joan danced with several young men.

An announcement came on over a loudspeaker, "Bikini Time Ladies." There was a rush to the bar. I'd guess about thirty women wanted to be in the contest. Joan joined the group, while still wearing the T-Shirt and shorts. The rest of the women were already down to their bikinis. They danced in groups of five. The women dancing were daring and hot. Most of the women ended up taking their tops off and the crowd was chanting "Show us your tits."

Joan was in the last group of five. When she got up on the bar the crowd was booing her because she hadn't stripped down to her bikini. The song they danced to was J.P's Wild for the Night. Joan took off her T-Shirt and the bikini was perfect for the dance. About half way through the song Joan took off her shorts and her slit was framed by the two stringed bottom and her ass flaunted a single strand of floss The crowd cheered her on and Joan started humping towards the men in the front row.

I could see that her slit was damp with arousal and her labia had puffed out. She had a wild look in her eyes. When the song ended Joan jumped off the bar into the crowd like it was a mosh pit. The crowd raised their hands and held her up and passed her along to the back of the room.

By the time I got there Joan was missing. I looked around and saw the door to a back room. Sure enough Joan was in the back room with three guys. She was on her back on a table, her bikini still on, her legs spread and one of the guys was fucking her and she stroked the other two pricks with her hands. Joan saw me. She groaned and said to the men, "This is my husband, Tom". They looked startled. Joan started moaning, "More cock, prick, prick, fuck meeee." I bent down and kissed her. A few more men had come into the room. I figured this was out of control. The guy who was fucking her grunted and came in her cunt. The two pricks she was stroking came on her tits.

I pulled her off the table and said to the group, "I hope you had fun. We're leaving now." I got her clothes off the bar, wrapped her up and pulled her out onto the street. I said to Joan, "That was a dangerous thing to do. I was a little afraid for you." Joan smiled and said, "I had them in the palm of my hand, and in my cunt."

We got back to the hotel. In our room we made sweet love and fell asleep early. In the morning we flew home.

Goodnight Savannah.