Make The Girl Feel Good
As we walked down the hallway, I felt a renewed surge of lust as my body responded to the exciting closeness of your luscious body. I slipped a hand around your waist and you snuggled closer, leaning against me, face upturned, moistened lips pursed in offering. It was a quick affectionate kiss, just a promise of things to come, after which you lay your head no my shoulder and placed an arm around my waist as we started up the stairs together. I brought my hand around from your hip to your solid behind and, wainting more than the feel of your ass though the layers of clothing, slipped it up under the little skirt to cup your pantied bottom while we climbed the stairs, swaying together like two lovers intoxicated with the nearness of each other.
The bedroom like all those in five-star sex hotels, was spaciou, luxurious, and well-appointed, with all the extra conveniences and paraphernalia favored by even the most imaginative lovers. Each room was equiped with a wet bar, and it was there that I sent you to make us drinks while I peeled off my jacket and loosened my tie. I took a seat in one of the large confortable chairs, kicking off my shoes, and settled back to watch you at the bar, admiring the easy sway of your hips and the lines of your lithe, prfectly proportioned body as you walked toward me wearing a sly sexy smile and very little else.
When you leaned over to place the drink on the low table beside me, I couldn't resist sampling a dangling breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forfinger, while you closed your eyes and drew in a sharp breath through parted lips. I let you set down you drink and pulled you toward me, urging you to throw your long stockinged legs over mine so that you perched in my lap, your bare breasts only inches from my appreciative eyes. You shifted your weight on my lap, pressing a solid hip up against my straining erection, while I clamped your trim waist and brought my other hand up to rest it comfortably cupped over a knee.
Warm and responsive, you slipped an arm around my shoulders and bent down to bestow a kiss. This time it was a long and dreamy, your lips gradually falling open, yeilding to the press of mine, while your tongue ventured out to play. As I kissed you, I let my hand ride up your smooth thigh, brushing back the loose skirt to uncover your stocking tops, the wide bands of embroidered elastic that encircled your splended thighs. When we broke our kiss, your head fell back. You melted in my arms, arching your back to offer up your breasts to my adoring lips.
I kissed down along your neck while my fingers explored the fancy embroidery, then the lacy edge at the top. Finally I found the silken band of flesh just beyond, the incredible smoothness and the topmost part of those choise mouth-watering thighs -- thighs that you now parted for me to give my eager hand even greater access to your charms.
Now I was greedy, kissing you everywhere, delivering feverish kisses, as I plunged in to revel in the touch, smell, and taste of your fine body, as I made my way with mouth and lips and tongue down your neck and shoulders over your chest and onto the sweetness of your taut globes. And I spent a lot of time there, licking your breasts, lapping up over the delightful slopes, till you were squirming excitedly in my lap, and I could feel your inner heat through the layers of our clothes.
Driven frantic by our passionate lovemaking, you clutched the back of my head with one hand, digging your fingers in my hair, while the other fell to my crotch. You clutches the tented outline of my cock desperately. The thrill of your sudden touch electrified me, and I came very near to losing control right then. Reacting quickly, I clamped your wrist and tore your hand away. Then I pushed you back. It was time to come up for air. Your face was flushed and you sat regarding me through half-lidded eyes, your ripe, moist lips parted, your chest heaving rapidly. My eyes fell on your heaving breasts, wet with my saliva, the excited nipples stiff and swollen with passion.
Let's get you out of these, I manages to croak, fingering the thin fabric of your panties.
You stood up, swaying slightly, slightly drunk with passion. I watched you take a deep breath, your breasts rising and falling. You smiled down at me while your hands went to the catch at the side of your skirt, to unfasten the clasp. Your breasts dangled down from your bent torso as you lowered the little zipper and worked the loosened skirt down over your hips, raising each knee in turn to step free of it.
You wore a pair of slick bikinis made of metalis bronze nylon, shiny, cut high at the sides. As you strighted up, I drank in the sight of that long, lean body resplendent in nothing but the low-slung panties that banded your hips and the stocking that still sheathed your long, elegant legs.
Those stocking were next. You slipped of your heels and raised your right foot, setting your toes on the front of my chair as you reached for the top band. But I stopped you. The dusky stocking would not be in the way, and I rather liked the way you looked in them. I suggested you leave them on and drop your drawers instead. With a sly grin, you brought your hands up to the elastic waistband of your underpants, hooked your thumbs inside, and eased them down your hips, bending over and riding them down your legs all in one efficient movement. Straightening up, you raised each foot in turn to free yourself from the collapsed underwear. An ache of desire shot through me as I watched you step out of the silky puddle with calm, delicate grace.
Now you stood before me, only inches from my chair, your pretty pussy exposed shamelessly: a lightly furred vulva with its neatly embeded center. I couldn't resist touching you there, running two joined fingers down the sot wispy curlings, to lightly trace over the half-hidden ridge of your pussylips. You were already maist between your legs.
I brought my other hand up behind you and, holding you by the back of the thigh, pulled your loins closer as I leaned over to plant a kiss on that dewy cunt, breathing in the heady fragrance of your damp womanhood. The kiss I bestowed on the center of your triangle was short and perfunctory, a mere brushing of the lips though the silky fleece, but i elicited a sharp gasp through clenched teeth as you closed your eyes and swayed, while my tightening fingers help you close to me, digging into the back for that firm nylon-encased leg.
I stood up, and for a moment we were eye to eye. You were tall, but still an inch or two shorter than I. I wrapped my arms around your naked body and pulled you to me. You threw back your head, offering your lips as you melted in my arms, pressing your naked body to mine. We kissed and I ran my hungry hands up and down your bare back, finally cupping your rear monds and pulling your loins toward me so that I felt the soft press of your naked belly rubbing against my still clothed prick, exciting me beyond belief through the layers of clothing.
I had to get my clothes off!!! Releasing you, I turned your shoulders, and sent you off toward the bed. I started tearing open my shirt. You pulled down the bed covers and climbed up on the bed. I asked you to lie down and roll over on your belly. And while I stripped, you lay there with legs loosly parted, head resting on your folded arms, your face turned so you could watch me with fascinated eyes.
In a heated rush, I tore off my shirt and undershirt, my hands trembling with eagerness. I fumbled to get my pants open and skimmed them down quickly. My socks followed and then my briefs. At last my prick was free, bobbing in front of me, its head raised in proud salute to the naked woman who waited sprawled out on the oversized bed.
I climbed on the bed to sit beside the elongated ovals of your sleek upturned bottom. My hands longed to explore the sinuous lines of the streamilned body. I reached down to place a hand on your left foot, touching you lightly by the ankle. The stockinged toes curled with pleasure when I drew a fingertip along the curve of the instep and ran it up, over the knob of your heel and on up the back of a taut-muscled calf, relishing the slick, smooth feel of the warm nylon-sheathed leg. I followed the sleek curve up to the hollow behind the knee and beyond up the back of a gently tapering thigh.
You hummed with contentment, wriggling your hips and opening your legs invitingly as I traced a long flowing line right up to the wide band of elastic at the top of your stocking. Following the circular ridge of that stocking top, I delighted in the sensual feeling of your silky leg as my fingertips dipped between your loosly parted thighs.
Your low hum grew to an urgent mewing as my fingertips sampled the silken band of flesh along your inner thigh. Then I traveled a few inches higher, and my questing fingers explored the soft purse of your pussylips. I pressed along your love-cove, feeling my way along the rubbery, slick lips, testing your wetness, and getting a soft shuddering moan of pleasure form you, before I ran my teasing finger up the perineum and drew it along the center crease of your lovely derriere while you twitched in a simmering excitement you could barly control.
And now I spent a few leisurely moments delighting in the warm, satiny feel of your splendid ass. I affectionately fondled those twin heavenly mounds, so neatly symmetrical, so caressingly soft, yet so deeply resilient. I couldn't resist cupping my hand and spanking your ass gently. You jerked and kicked up your heels in shocked reflex. But I calmed you by laying my flattened hand on the small of your back and moving it in a slow caress up the sweeping slopes to clutch a single rubbery orb and squeeze it reassuringly. And so I played with your superb bottom, feeling you up, mauling, kneading those twin mounds to my heart's content, while you squirmed in rising sensual heat, writhing in animal passion on the silken sheets.
With a reluctant sigh, I finally gave up this idle pastime, determined to get on with the main pursuit. For this I would turn you over on your back. I leaned down to bring my lips close to your ear, and muttered that it was time to get started. You rolled over slowely and looked at my, eyes shining with excitement. I looked down to find your eyes on me, watching with interest. You said not a word, but I knew you where powerfully aroused, as I saw you getting wet just thinking about sex.
I came around the bed to stand at the foot. You lay with your legs slightly parted, and when you saw what I wanted, you parted them more for me. I saw that your long legs were extended to the corners of the bed, your thighs held well apart, your pussy gaping, open, vulnerable.
Spread-eagled and totally naked, your statuesque body was a mouth watering sight. A surge of lust ran through me, and my cock throbbed with a vibrant ache of desire.
Every fiber of your passionate body was taut. The sinew of your arms and legs looking as if strained, tightening you sleek torso and stretching your tits into two elongated, slightly flattened swells; the bottom ridge of your ribcage was dimly visible under the tightly stretches skin, and below that a slight hollow had been formed as your belly was pulled between the points of your prominent hipbones. My eyes were drawn to the splay of pussyfur that marked the mounded pubis, the fleshy pad that sat there so invitingly that I had a powerful urge to slip my fingers between your outstreched legs and palm your mons, pleasuring you till you cried out for mercy. That thought made my cock jump with excitement.
I lloked up and found you had raised your head and were lokking at me with you beautiful, sexy eyes. You held me with those captivating eyes, and as I returned your gaze, I saw your tongue peek out to quickly rim your lips in an anxious flicker.
Now I got up to sit beside you on the bed. As I reached out to touch your cheek, you turned to kiss my hand, nuzzling my palm and extending your tongue to lick my fingers lavishly. I rubbed my fingers over your lips and then traced the lines of your face, the curve of your soft cheek, and down your chin to your throat, pausing there to finder the suple hollow of your neck. I continued my exploration across the ridge of your collar bone, around the shoulder and along the sensitive flesh of the underside to sample the soft underarm with its trace of soft stubble, while your shoulders jerked from the light tickle of my teasing fingertips and you uttered a barely suppressed whimper of delight.
Now I followed the route down your sleek side, admiring the gentle sweep of curving flesh that tapered down and then swept back up to the flaring cradle of your hips. Your hips twitched in your growing agitation as I drew lazy circles on the side. I went on tracing the curve up and over an angular hipbone to circle your navel, pressing on the dimple before I started that single finger up the narrow path between your distended breasts.
You closed your eyes, and I saw your throat muscles working as you swallowed, once, twice. Then your lips fell open in a long, shivering hiss of breath while my fingers splayed out to ride up the slope of your taut breasts. I passed my hand lightly over both breasts and then pressed my finger on the fleshy nub of your left nipple, embeded in the soft pink crinckled flesh of your thickened aureole. I worried the nipple a bit, indenting it, tugging on the pliant flesh, rolling the little nubbin between thumb and forfinger, while you whimpered with tortured pleasure, arching up and uttering tiny urgent moans through tightly drawn lips.
I watched the sensitive tips swelling with passion, the coronas of your aureoles expanding, nipples stiffening with excitement as I played with your boobs -- first on, then the other. I looked up at your face as you stirred. Your breathing was ragged, coming through slightly parted moistened lips; nipples tense and excited; pinkish aureoles in full blossom. You twisted and rolled your head helplessly from side to side, arching up with eyes clenched shut, locked in your inner world of rising waves of pleasure.
I edged closer to you, and my upstanding prick brushed against your naked hip. A wild electric thrill ran through me, causing me to jerk my hips back even as I leaned over you. Primed and ready, I knew the slightest touch might well send me off, spewing wads of sperm to splatter your writhing naked body. And I didn't want that.....not just yet, anyway.
And so I drew my loins back as I slid my hand down your belly to cover your furry mons protectively. You let out a long sigh of satisfaction when I cupped your sex and held it lightly, curling my fingers into your superheated crotch.
You were burning with excitement, squirming and twisting uncontrollably as I palmed your mons, rubbing deeply while the passion-crazed girl with me cried out with urgent whimpers that soon became mumbled pleas. You made a high-pitched keening sound as you strained back, raising your hips as much a your body would allow, thrusting your sex against my palm while the tendons of your thighs went rigid, the muscles tightening as you strained upwards.
You cries increased in pitch and intensity till, with a sharp yelp, you tensed and a tiny spasm rippled through your stiffened body. The a long moan slid out from between your lips and your body went limp. You eyes closed to savor the delicious afterglow of the tiny climax that overtook you. I watched you laying there, your fase flushed, brow sheened with sweet, your slack limbs outstretched, your breasts rising and falling in great swells -- and I touched myself because I couldn't help it.
I grabbed my prick and pulled once or twice, reasuring my needy cock of the satisfaction soon to come. Then I scrambled down to the foot of the bed, rubbing your ankles. You stirred languidly, scissoring your sexy legs on the silk. Still groggy, you raised your head and shoulders to look down at me through half hooded eyes where I knelt on the bed. I lifted up your slack legs, ran my hands up the backs to those stockinged columns, and forced them apart to fully expose your wet, gaping pussy.
Half-crazed with lust, I fell on you, plunging my painfully swollen cock into the warm sanctuary of your slick spasming cunt. I luxeriated in the delious feel as my prick slid easily up the silken walls of your enfolding womanhood. Immediately, you wrapped your exquisite ;imbs around my hips, welcoming me joyfully, embracing me with fiery urgency.
Your strong thighs tightened, and the thrill of those delicious columns clamping my naked loins drove me wild, sending my passion skyrocketing, while this sexy, lusty, woman you had become spurred me with urgent pleas whispered in my ear. At first our fucking was wildly erratic, but I somehow managed to slow down and we became more rhythmic, even and smooth. You were thumping my but with your heels and meeting each plunge with your own bounding pelvic thrust. In this way we rode to new heights, my hips pumping furiously, your loins bouncing and gyrating, your lips babbling incoherently.
I could feel the tension rising in your body before the first convulsive shudder racked your frame, sending me careening over the edge at the same time. I surrendered to the inevitable and came with a violent tremor, crushing my groin against your furry mons, floodin your innards with my sperm in deep rutting thrusts, holding myself there buried to the hilt while a spasm of pure lust tore through me and obliterated all in a single flash of blinding pleasure.
Megook_Man
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