I pull into the hotel parking lot, before I can turn the car off; you invite me to your room for a nightcap. I tell you I could never turn down an invitation like that. I follow you up to your room. As I walk in behind you, you immediately turn around shutting the door behind me, kissing me deeply and aggressively.
You kiss your way around my neck, finding my lips and again we kiss more, our tongues exploring. My hands caress your back. Running my fingers through your soft hair. Pulling you closer to me. Our tight embrace gets more and more passionate. I break our kiss to nibble and kiss your neck. I move to your ear and I tease your earlobe. I whisper how incredible you look and how badly I have wanted to hold you, to kiss you, to please you.
I lay you back on the bed, slowing down our passion, kissing you gently and deeply. I break our kiss to lick down your chest, unbuttoning your blouse slowly. Kissing every bit of your chest as I reveal your sexy bra. I take your blouse off and continue kissing you. Teasing your nipples through your bra enough to make them stiff, I continue my way down your stomach. Soft kissing and licks to the top of your skirt, teasing your belly button along the way.
You reach to unbutton your skirt but I pull your hands away. I continue kissing as my hands slide under your skirt, pushing it up to your hips. I smile at you as I expose your stockings. I kiss the skin on the insides of your thighs, breathing for you to feel me on your wet pussy. Light kisses and teasing you before I move down one of your stocking clad legs. All of the way down to your toes, kissing and massaging your legs and feet, I move back up the same leg, teasing your thigh before resuming my tour of your body down the other leg.
I finally move all of the way up to your lips so I can feel your body pressed against me. I kiss you deeply as we grind each other. As we kiss, you get me to roll on my side, and then eventually you move me to my back as you straddle me. You break our kiss to sit up and let me see all of your beauty. You reach down and begin to unbutton my shirt, slowly all of the way down to my pants. You finish pulling my shirt off and you kiss your way up my chest. The whole time you gently rock your hips against my cock and I feel your warmth against me.
You reach between your thighs undoing my belt and pants. You move next to me as you slide your hand down my pants massaging my stiff cock. You move your head to my waist as you slide my pants and boxers off of me. I shiver and moan softly as your tease me. Flicking your tongue lightly over me, I shiver more as you take me in your mouth. I run my fingers through your hair, enjoying the sensations of your mouth on me. You continue to tease me gently. Caressing me softly with your tongue. You move down my legs, leaving sweet kisses as your toss my pants away.
You kiss your way to my ear and whisper, "Fuck me with your tongue."
I reach for your waist, I position myself under you, wanting to feel you straddle my tongue. My hands caress your ass and thighs as my tongue explores all of your wetness. Sliding my tongue up and down you, teasing you, then down, entering you. You grind yourself against my tongue and mouth. Your moans encourage me to work even more, to get a bigger reaction from you. My hands glide up the back of your thighs and grab on to your ass tightly. Your moans get louder and my tongue moves faster as I enjoy all of you. My tongue moves down, entering you again. You lower yourself to let me get deeper in you. In a hurried voice, I moan and beg for you to cum on my tongue. Moving back to your clit, I hear you moan louder as you start to shudder. Focusing more, you scream out and I enjoy the pleasures of your orgasm.
You move down to kiss me, tasting yourself as well. You pull me on top of you, wrapping your legs around me tightly, pulling me into you slowly and deeply.
Pressed close to you, I slip in smoothly. Your tightness caresses me as we kiss deeply and our tongue dancing. Your legs wrapped around mine, directing the pace of my stroke, long, slow, deep. I feel you tighten down on me, not wanting me to pull out of you completely.
I break our kiss, taking a nipple into my mouth, massaging the other with my hand. Flicking it and twirling it with my tongue, I take it into my mouth, sucking it gently, then harder. Nibbling it, before moving to the other. The whole time I keep steady rhythm with your hips.
I sit up, resting on my knees, still in you. I spread your legs wide, holding your knees back with my arms. With a few more deep strokes, I cannot take it anymore. I moan as I tell you I am going to cum. I hear you encourage me to fill you, explode inside you. I feel you tighten on me as I cum, taking every drop from me.
We collapse together, kissing again. I move behind you, my cock resting between your thighs, as I kiss the back of your neck and reach around to massage your breasts. I whisper in your ear to wake me when you are ready for round two. Before I can even finish, you pull away from me and turn. Kissing down my stomach, going after my softening cock.
On your knees, leaning into me, tasting my cock. Licking our juices from it, my hands caress your thighs and the wetness dripping down them. In no time, I am stiff in your mouth. Your tongue and lips teasing me, sliding me in and out of your hot mouth as I work two fingers in your dripping pussy. I lean up to lick your thighs and tease your clit a little and my fingers massage inside of you. Hitting a sensitive spot, you lose focus on my cock and moan deeply. Continuing to use my fingers and my tongue you cum very quickly.
In a breathless voice, you demand me to fuck you from behind. Getting on my knees behind you, my hands grab your hips. You cry out as I enter you again, sliding quickly and hard inside. I feel your hand reach back between your thighs. I as ride you hard and fast. You beg for me to do it harder, deeper.
My hands still holding your hips tights, my thumb finds your ass. I caress and tease it, as my cock slams you harder. I warn you I am ready to explode, you demand it; want to feel my load shoot in you. As my cock spasms you continue rocking your hips hard against me.
I lean over you, kissing your back. Pulling you up to meet and kiss me as my cock softens, we fall back in bed, catching our breathes in each others arms.
The Apartment
I never expected you to take me up on my offer to meet me at the Bunny hole so, when I arrived, I set about getting the place ready for a bit of autoeroticism. I laid out the comforter in front of the television. Put a choice video in the machine. I poured myself a glass of your drink of choice, when we are at the apartment, over ice and mixed it with Pepsi (I am such a punk when it comes to alcohol). Next, I went into the computer room and removed all of my clothes. I selected a nice red lace nightie to wear. I feel so sexy in it. The way it showcases my legs, and encases my breasts. I love the way my areolas are just visible beneath the fabric and how my hard, erect nipples threaten to pierce right through. The back is just long enough to cover my ass to just where it meets my thighs.
All that was left to do was to pull out my toys. I brought a few of my favorites. My friend “Chocolate” the vibrating, penis shaped, dildo that is well endowed (but pales in comparison to TheEnterprise for so many reasons); the butterfly; and, the vibrating double silver bullets. (I swear that when that handheld control to the bullets is at full tilt, it sounds like a Harley Big Twin Evolution 80 engine. It almost feels like one, too. Put that between your legs and keep a straight face.) Those items, with a bit of lubrication, and I was set for an hour or more of self-appreciation.
With everything in place, I sat down to begin watching the porn flick in the VCR for inspiration. Just then, my cell phone rang. I checked the caller ID. It read, “Thrill”. Calling to beg off, no doubt. I answered, with a forced voice that intentionally reflected, as best I could, indifference.
“Hello”
“Hey”, was your reply.
“Hey.” I responded, waiting for you to go into your explanation of why you would not be there.
“Are you going to let me in?”
My heart jumped. You could not be here!
“Where are you?”
“At the door. Where else would I be if I am asking you to let me in?”
I could think of a place
I would like you to be waiting to gain entrance.
“I will be down in a minute.” I hoped that my voice still contained the indifference I tried to exude previously, but something about the way my words wavered said I failed.
My God, this was a surprise. What do I do? Get dressed for one. I cannot go down to the vestibule of the building to let you in dressed like this. I rushed into the computer room and slipped back into my silk sheath dress and slipped on my high-heeled mules. A quick check of myself in the mirror: respectable. I grabbed my keys and my cell phone and rushed from the apartment. No time for the elevator. I ran down the stairs to the first floor. I bolted through the door into the first floor hallway and stopped dead. “Adjust yourself”, I said to myself. “Gain some semblance of composure for God’s sake.”
I took in a deep breath, slowly let it out, and started my steady walk down the hallway to the vestibule. I turned the corner and there you stood at the door to the building...lit cigarette in hand; a look of unconcern on your face as you assessed the goings on outside in the parking lot. You turned to me as if you sensed my presence. Our eyes met and locked. You smiled a faint smile at me that indicated you knew what I was thinking. I was thinking what I always do at the sight of you: “DAMN!”
I walked to the door as casually as I could manage, trying to pace my steps so as not to seem rushed or anxious...fighting back the desire to rush the door, open it, place my hands on your shoulders and jump into your arms while wrapping my thighs around your waist and giving you the longest, wettest, most throat probing kiss in the history of the world.
But I remembered the words we spoke and what we agreed upon. We will keep this in perspective. It will not be what it was. We will take care of each other’s physical needs. That is what we are now.
Calmly, I pushed the door open to let you in.
“Hey”, you said again.
“Hey”, was my “nonchalant” reply. I dared not look at you too long, meet your eyes with mine, or linger there. I would lose all control, I feared.
I turned to head for the elevators. You followed me as you did in the old days when this was a familiar happenstance. We boarded the elevator. I pushed for the designated floor. You stood on one side, I on the other as the doors closed. The air was thick, the ride longer than usual. We used to use this time to kiss and touch as we rode to our floor. Now we stood there across from each other.
I felt self-conscious and nervous. A feeling I had not experienced since I was a teen, or, more recently, since we first took the same ride in this elevator many months before. You stood tall, distant, and confident…a façade, perhaps, but better than I could muster or see through. You exuded one of the things I find so attractive about you: A sense of self. A confidence and self-assuredness that always promised me that everything would be fine…you would see to it. You were in control, as always…in control of yourself, the situation, and of me. I felt you looking at me. Assessing the physical and emotional metamorphosis I had undergone since our last encounter months previously. Did you wonder if I felt the same; if the magic was still there? Did you care?
Finally, the door opened and we left the elevator and proceeded down the hall to the apartment. The journey that used to be too long was now too short. What would happen on the other side of the door of the apartment? Would we find that the magic is gone? That the physical attraction has waned? Or, the sexual tension is now non-existent? Just the glance at you that I allowed myself a few moments ago hinted that I still felt that heat…but did you?
I opened the door to the apartment and we entered. You saw the set up I had prepared but said nothing. I made a beeline to the kitchen to prepare your drink.
I bent over into the cabinet under the sink to retrieve the bottle. I heard you from behind me say, “I always liked that view.” I felt the blood rush to my face.
“I don’t have much time”, you said.
“Well, make yourself comfortable. I will be right there”, was my reply.
I prepared your drink and joined you in the living room. As you did our first time, you did now...no pretense, or pomp and circumstance. You made it clear what we were there for as you sat, completely naked on the sofa… the hard, erect Enterprise in hand. It was all I could do not to drop your drink right there where I stood.
I took you in from head to toe and up again. Exquisite.
“Are you going to give me my drink?” Your voice brought me back to the here and now.
I handed you your drink.
“Take off your dress”, you ordered with that soft voice you use that you know I can’t resist.
I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. I stood before you in the red lace nightie…not at all what you expected to see, but your expression revealed that you were happy with the surprise.
You took a sip of your drink and took me in visually. No sign of disappointment. Neither was I with what I was still beholding, in spite of myself.
“Don’t touch me tonight”, I said before I realized what I was saying. “You have done me royally so many times, Thrill. Let me do you this time. You can touch my head to push me down on your cock, you can dominate me orally, but you will not penetrate me. Not tonight. Tonight I taste, touch, tease, and please you. I love the feel of your big, gorgeous hands on my head when I go down on you. But you will touch nothing else tonight. I want to touch you.”
There was no argument from you. I neither expected, nor would I tolerate any. I wanted you to only feel tonight. Do nothing but experience. And you, to my utter amazement, acquiesced.
My God, he was good to you! And he apparently had an affinity towards me, because look at the epicurean feast he has placed before me. Looking at your cock, standing tall, free, and hard. It demanded oral gratification…and who was I to deny it?
I dropped to my knees in front of you. I allowed myself to look into your eyes. You returned my gaze. Oh yes…it was there: The raw passion; the heat; the need to taste, feel, smell, and touch you. I would do all of that in the time I had.
I moved between your legs until TheEnterprise was millimeters away. I drew the scent of you into my nostrils. Ambrosia! I took in the sight of you. Gorgeous! Now, the taste of you.
I took the head of your cock into my mouth…just the head. I clasped my lips around you…running my tongue around the head, over the head, into the hole at the tip that surrenders the sweet and tangy juices that I take internally, willingly, and longingly. I held the head there between my lips, holding it while oblivious to all that is around me. I was finally tasting what I had missed for so long.
Slowly I lowered my head down the shaft, gripping every inch with my mouth. Holding onto it with all the strength I had between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My cheeks were concave, the suction strong. There was no air in the vacuum my mouth had become. I wanted to feel every part of your cock, every vein that protruded from it, every crease created by them, the smoothness of it. I never knew I loved the feel of a cock inside my mouth so much until I first felt yours.
I pushed down to the base as far as I could go. The head was enormous as it pressed at the tip of my throat. I used to be able to take it into my throat, but now, I could not. Out of practice. My throat was too tense. I was held by the kind of tension that is sexual…that makes your body shake, your throat close and your pussy open. I felt my pussy getting wetter and wider. My mouth watered, as did my eyes. I wanted to give you the best of me. I wanted your cock to feel as good to you being in my mouth as having you there felt to me. I could only try.
I slowly lifted my mouth back up to the glorious top of TheEnterprise. I gripped it with my left hand, and held onto your balls with my right hand while I circled my mouth around the head, working my tongue over and around it simultaneously. I rubbed the area between your ass and your balls with my finger. My mouth watered so much that the thick saliva saturated your cock and my left hand as it held it…so much that even my right
hand was wet from it.
I lifted my mouth from your cock and moved it along the underside of your cock to your balls. I slowly and softly licked them…teasing you with the featherlike touch. Then, with no warning, I engulfed them with my mouth. With my teeth tucked under my lips, I slightly squeezed them as if biting. I sucked each of them, one at a time, in and out of my mouth. Try as I might, I could not get them both into my mouth at the same time.
I tightened the grip my left hand had on your cock and started to jack you off slowly while still sucking your balls. My hand glided up and down your cock with such ease from all of the lubrication from my dribble. I moaned and gyrated as I felt myself about to cum. I could not believe it…I was about to cum from giving you head! I felt your cock getting harder...your balls getting tight. I knew I said you would not penetrate me, but I had to feel you inside me…on that I would renege, but I would keep one part of my word, I would do you.
Reluctantly, but willingly (only because of what was to come), I moved away from your engorged cock and stood in front of you. I pulled the shoulders of my nightie down and pulled my arms through to expose my breasts. My nipples stood taught, the areolas drawn up around them. I remembered what you had me do before as you sat on the sofa. I would do the same for you now.
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