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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I was standing at the hotel bar about to order a drink when she caught my eye. It was a glass one that had popped out due to it being cheaply manufactured in Romania.
Handing it back to me, she says ‘Are you here for the event too?’. I was. You couldn’t miss the annual company conference. I had been excitedly attending since 2012. The same year former PM David Cameron managed to leave his daughter in a pub but only noticed when driving home that she was missing.
Can I get you another drink as a thank you I said nodding towards her wine glass. No, no let me get you one she purred. Bovril please.
For a moment she seemed lost in thought, then turning to say “Silvery white, hard and part of the platinum group, Rhodium sits as one of the rarest naturally occurring metals on earth, second only to Osmium. It's used in catalytic converters".
This pretty lady, showing great metal knowledge, slid over slightly closer to me. I had sat in silence for the last 18 seconds, listening intently. My cock was growing in my shorts. I always wore shorts. Saves money on the extra materials that you get charged for trousers. And you can dry your legs easily if caught in the rain.
She reached over and caught my arm. It had slipped out of its shoulder socket due to inexpensive private surgery in Thailand after a jet ski accident. Smiling warmly she said “It’s okay to try something different you know. We’ve got a few hours to kill and my room is just two floors up. Why don’t you come with me.” Her thighs looked full of tales to tell.
It was so difficult for me to think straight at that moment. The last few weeks had been filled with so many bad emotions. I had accidentally swallowed a rare coin given to me by Bob Carolgees and two months prior, I had lost my mother at sea whilst we were on a whaling trip.
“I...I don’t think that...I could do that. I just...”
“Ssshhh, just let yourself go.” Anne said. I forget to say earlier she had introduced herself as Anne. So putting that in now, sorry. “Take a chance and allow yourself to have the most pleasurable experience of your life. I promise you won’t regret it.”
I had once eaten three packets of Jammy Dodgers to myself so that was never going to be beaten as the most pleasurable experience of my life but she wasn’t to know.
Thirty five minutes later we entered Anne’s suite. I had misheard. The room was twenty-two floors up and the lift was broken. Once the door was shut, Anne turned to me and said “Would it be alright if I kiss you?”
My eyes looked at her lips for a second. Then over her shoulder at a stain on the wall that resembled a duck. Once again Anne smiled wide and moved in close. I could smell her perfume. It was a familiar smell. Dog dirt on hot tarmac.
It was the most sensuous, erotic kiss that I had ever experienced. My cock sprang up and her nipples erected. By the time the kiss broke, she was breathing heavy. Get my inhaler out my bag she wheezed. Must have been the stairs. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly, the moisture causing her lips to shine under the dimmed lights. A few puffs later she was ok.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my body trembling from nervousness, Anne stood in front of me and caressed her own ears gently. She spent some time gently kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling the sensitive spot on my right knee. She could tell by the reaction of me humming the theme tune to The Professionals that I was enjoying it.
“I want to lick every inch of your sexy body,” I roared.
I lifted her shirt and she willingly raised her arms above her head so that I could pull it off. She wore a half cup bra that pushed her breasts up showing the tops of them, giving the illusion of Grant and Phil Mitchell sharing a sleeping bag.
Anne’s tongue was everywhere in my mouth and at that point she decided that she didn’t care that she was tasting the Scotch eggs and Quavers I’d had for lunch. Her body was responding to every touch as if she was being shocked by a cattle prod.
“Oh God yes, yes lick me please, I want it so bad.” Anne breathlessly moaned. Do you need your inhaler again? I enquired
Her trousers were tight, hugging the hips and accentuating that ass, so Anne had some difficulty pulling them down, but she was determined and soon she was tugging them past her shins. Toppling over unsteady however, her face caught the bedside cabinet. She was out like a light. Fuck me! I thought…
To be continued…
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