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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The door opened and for the first time I was looking you. Both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. I knew your red hair, the youthfulness of your face that belied your true age. Your blue eyes that were softer... warmer... in real life than in pictures. You had told me that you weren’t "particularly tall" but even in heels I had to look up at you. Your shoulders were broader than they appeared in pictures, your body trim, athletic. You smiled and it lit up your face and made it difficult for me to catch my breath.
"Mel," you said. "Right on time."
You took my suitcase and stepped back to allow me to enter, putting the case down just inside the door. You helped me off with my coat and took my bag, hanging both on hooks on the wall behind the door. You looked at me approvingly.
"You look nice," you say.
“Thank you," I reply softly, smiling shyly.
You should approve of the way I look, I thought. You had picked out all of my clothing. The white, sheer blouse (almost see through) that buttoned down the front ("your tops should always button or zip or somehow fasten in front... so that I have access to your breasts any time I want"), the black pencil skirt that just skimmed the tops of my knees. My black lace bra hugged my breasts, just covering my nipples, the tops spilling over in a way that made me feel almost as "sexy" as you talked about. The matching garter belt attached to my stockings ("yes, real stockings...never tights!"). The black lace panties, as instructed, were in my suitcase, making me very aware of my shaved labia throughout the entire journey here. The black heels were higher than I normally wore, but I was beginning to get used to them. They weren't especially comfortable to wear, but I had to admit that they did make me feel sexy.
I turned to look at the hotel room and had just registered the chair sitting in the middle of the room, with ropes attached, when your hand on my arm spun me back to face you. I looked up at you, my blue eyes wide, but my gasp was swallowed by your mouth covering mine. Your kiss was soft, exploring, your arms holding me against your body. Shocked at the suddenness, I didn't respond immediately, standing stiffly in your arms, my mouth open but not returning your kiss. One hand moved to tangle in my hair and you began to tease my lips; licking, softly biting. You drew my tongue into your mouth and sucked gently, pushed your tongue into mine. Slowly I relaxed against you and my arms wrapped around your waist. I began to return your kiss, tentatively sucking on your tongue, moaning softly as the kiss deepened, became more demanding. You had told me once that you were good at kissing and now I knew... you weren’t just bragging, you were good... very good! I was breathless by the time you stopped and looked down at my red, swollen lips and half-closed eyes. You rubbed your thumb over my bottom lip, smiling wickedly. You released me and slid your hands down my arms. Still dazed, I didn't react as your hands encircled my wrists and pulled them behind my back, holding both of them in one hand.
"Now," you said, pushing me back against the door, "let's have a look at those tits we've talked so much about." My eyes flew open as your words sunk in and I looked up at you in alarm.
"Right now? Just like that?" I asked
"Right now," you affirmed, your fingers going to the top button of my blouse. "And just like this." You slid the button open and moved to the next one, your eyes boring into mine. "What were you expecting? Flowers? Candy? A romantic candlelight dinner?" As you talked, your eyes never left mine, slowly opening each button. "I come here to seduce you, Mel. I came for this."
The last button slid through the hole and your eyes broke contact with mine and moved down, your hand pushing my blouse open. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the door, not wanting to see the disappointment in your face when you finally saw my breasts and realized they were not what you had imagined.
But if you were disappointed, I couldn't hear it in your voice as you whispered, "Oh fuck yeah... this is what I came for."
I jump slightly and gasp when I feel your face in my cleavage, hear you inhaling my scent.
The hand holding my wrists tightens, warning me to be still, your free hand cupping one of my breasts. You start to lick the flesh above my bra. When the tops of my breasts and my chest to my throat are damp from your saliva, you brush your thumb over my nipple, eliciting another gasp. Then your mouth is there, licking me through the lace, sucking my nipple into your mouth.
"Ohhhh...."
I squirm as the sensation in my nipple shoots straight to my pussy. You move to my other breast, the air against my wet bra making my nipples even harder. How many times in the last few months had I imagined this? Your mouth on my breasts? Never had I imagined it this intense, this incredible. I was wet. I could feel my juices on my thighs and an aching to be touched. But you seem to be in no hurry to get down there. You move back and forth between my breasts, your mouth torturing one nipple whilst your fingers rub and pinch the other. I moan, my eyes closed tightly and try to pull my wrists away. I want to touch you, to caress you, but you hold me firmly. Finally, just when I think I cant take any more, you lift your head and look up at me, your hand still kneading my soft flesh.
"Look at me," you order and I force my eyes open.
“Spread your legs." I swallow at the intensity of your stare, my breasts moving with my gasping breaths. When I don’t move, you pinch my nipple between your thumb and forefinger, increasing the pressure until I groan and move my feet apart.
You smile at me before lowering your head and kissing and licking my sore nipple. You resume your attention to my breasts as your fingers trail down my belly. You reach down and pull my skirt up, slowly sliding it along my thighs. You reach under and touch the inside of my thigh. Your touch is electric. I wiggle my hips, wanting your touch higher... but you take your time. You caress the inside of each thigh, coming close, but not quite touching me where I’m aching. Finally your thumb brushes my outer lips and I push against your hand.
"Please," I beg. "Please, please, please touch me!"
And then you do, slipping your fingers into my folds, spreading my wetness. I groan in relief as you slide a finger into me and then whine when you pull it back out. You continue stroking up and down my slit, along my folds, withholding your touch from my aching and swollen clit. My head rolls back and forth against the door as my whimpers grow louder. I try to move my pussy against your exploring fingers, try to get your touch where I need it most. I can feel your hardness through your pants, your erection hot and hard against my hip. You finally slide your finger back into me, then a second one, and I moan, a deep guttural, animalistic noise that frightens me in its need. I cry out your name when your thumb slides across my clit. You begin pumping your fingers into me, rubbing my sensitive clit with your thumb, still sucking one nipple and then the other.
The intensity of the sensations raging through me are too much and I bite down on your shoulder. In return you bite my nipple, just hard enough to make me cry out again. Then you’re kissing and soothing the same nipple. I can feel my orgasm gathering, think briefly that I should tell you... Sometimes you make me wait for permission to come... was this one of those times? Then it becomes a moot point as my orgasm washes over me in waves. I give a quiet cry and buck against you, shuddering. You slow your attack on my pussy and my tits, letting me ride it out. Just as I think my legs can’t hold me any longer you stand up and pull me against you, releasing my wrists. I wrap my arms around your waist, holding on tightly, my face buried against your chest as I sob with relief. When my shaking subsides to trembling, you kiss the top of my head, stroking my hair. Your hand moves to the back of my head and you gently tug my hair pulling my head back so that I’m looking up at you, my eyes half-closed.
"Excellent," you murmur, softly kissing me.
When I’m able to stand on my own again, you release me and step back. You look me up and down appreciatively. My hair is mussed, my shirt open, my bra wet and askew, exposing my breasts and my skirt rumpled around my waist, my pussy exposed and my thighs glistening with my juices. I’m not sure what to say to you, but you just grin at me for a moment.
"How about a drink," you ask and turn to walk away, leaving me leaning against the door, trying to catch my breath and watching you incredulously..... |
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very erotic! Just how I imagine it would be if we were to meet 