A Wild Winter Night In The City
It was late. They had spent all evening together dancing round what they both knew was an inevitability. As they looked at each other over the remains of their shared desert, she playfully ran her tongue over her lips, seeking out the residual sweetness he could see still clinging to them. He watched as she slowly traced her tongue back and forth thinking of what plans he had for that later.
She was talking to him! He had drifted off again, lost somewhere in the rich chocolatiness of her eyes. What did she say? Something about not being able to wait another minute, that she needed him inside her. Little minx. He quickly asked for the bill, and they rushed out the restaurant straight into a storm. The heavens opened as a foul tempest blew in sideways, rain soaking them through and the cream silk of her blouse clinging to her perfectly formed breasts. Her nipples straining at the fabric seemingly desperate to escape, brazenly crying out for attention. He pulled her to him, crushing her breasts against his chest, feeling her heart flutter against his, as their lips met, mouths parted and her tongue sought out his in a wanton, urgent embrace.
He had wanted to take her home but decided that he couldn't wait that long. He pulled her into the lobby of the nearest hotel, huge columns lining the lobby like some aggressive, phallic premonition. As he grabbed the keys to the suite and they headed across the lobby to the lift, he could feel his palms moisten and noticed a flush of pink around her throat. As they reached the lift, he pushed her against the wall and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. As they kissed, he reached the heat of her sex, pulsing through the silk of her underwear, already soaked and molded to her soft, quivering lips. All too soon the bell indicated they had reached their floor. Another couple stood waiting for the lift, gave them a knowing glance as they both adjusted themselves, whilst walking past giggling.
As they passed the doors to six other suites, the anticipation was almost too much. He fumbled impatiently with the key, until finally the lock yielded, and the door swung open to reveal a plush and decadent interior.
He went to grab her, and she stopped him. "One minute", she said and quietly slipped off to the bathroom. He sat in a red velvet wingback chair, the sound of his watch teasing him with every tick and every tock. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink, the heady aroma of 18 year old Macallan hitting him as the ice clinked softly off the side of the heavy, cut crystal glass.
The bathroom door opened, she dimmed the lights and he could see the outline of her curves silhouetted against the art deco bathroom beyond. She glided slowly across the plush carpet, in nothing but her silk underwear and her 6-inch stilettos. As she stood in from of him, he grasped her buttocks with both hands and pulled her towards him. Very slowly he used his tongue to start tracing little circles around her navel, gradually guided lower by her eager hands running through his hair. He hooked his hands inside the back of her waistband and gently tugged, allowing her silk knickers to fall to the floor. He reached up and unhooked the clasp of her bra, allowing this to fall in a heap next to them.
He looked up to meet her gaze but her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip, so he dipped his tongue into her willing, aching pussy whereupon she let out an involuntary whimper. His lips encircled her swollen clitoris as his tongue darted back and forth. He sucked gently as her tugging of his hair became ever more insistent. He moved one hand up to her perfectly formed breasts and gently rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, whilst simultaneously using his other hand on her bum to pull her pussy into his mouth. She squealed and convulsed as her pleasure glistened and dripped down his chin.
He picked her up and carefully laid her on the bed, she had nearly passed out and her skin had a flush, and light sheen of perspiration to it. As he was removing his own damp clothing she sat up with a wicked glint in her eye. She beckoned him towards her as she gradually slipped to her knees in front of him. She looked him straight in his bright blue eyes, as she slowly slid all of his engorged manhood down her throat. She maintained eye contact as she struggled to take him in her mouth, reaching up with both hands to wrap her delicately manicured fingers around his shaft whilst the other cupped and fondled his balls. She pumped away, her eyes never leaving his, raking her nails delicately over his scrotum, taking him to ever heightened degrees of ecstasy. He wanted to stop her, but also, he didn't. He grabbed a handful of her lustrous dark locks, and held tightly as he exploded, thick hot ropes of sweet, salty cum hitting the back of her throat. She didn't bat an eyelid whilst swallowing the lot, even licking her lips and using a finger to wipe a small globule from her cheek back into her greedy mouth.
He collapsed into bed, needing a few minutes to catch his breath. She slid under the sheets next to him, the white silk feeling cool against their skin. She kissed him, and he could still taste their combined juices on their lips. They embraced passionately, hands and mouths eagerly exploring, urging each other on.
It wasn't long before he was hard again, the strength of his oak, pushed up against her acorn. She reached down and guided him towards the entrance to her swollen pussy. Still wet from their earlier encounter, he easy slipped in, only to be met with increasing resistance as he pushed deeper, stretching her like never before. She gasped and arched up to bite his neck and ear and he plumbed her depths in exquisite ecstasy. They moved together slowly at first, picking up speed as they eased into each other's rhythm. She orgasmed again, screaming and moaning, arching her back like a demonic cat. Her hands reaching down as she slipped a finger into her own arse. He could feel her fingers stroking his cock through the thin membrane of her pussy walls. Her eyes glazing over as she pulled him into her as if she wanted their bodies to fuse into one.
As her waves subsided, she rolled over and in a husky voice, begged him to push his hard cock into her arse. He slipped in past her tight ring, allowing her to catch her breath as she became accustomed to this welcome invader. The deeper he pushed, the more she pushed back on him, furiously rubbing her clit as he pounded his way deeper into her gaping arsehole.
At this point she had started to come almost continuously, and he was struggling to hold out much longer. In a state of unadulterated, frenetic pleasure he buried himself one final time into the plum globes of her arse cheeks, hanging on for dear life as he pumped her full of his seed. This seemed to trigger a final explosive convulsion from her as she screamed and they both collapsed on the bed with him on top of her.
They fell both asleep with him inside her, still spooning each other when the first fragments of dawn crept through the chinks in the curtains. He blinked, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her neck. She stirred and pushed her bottom back towards him. He knew he was going to be late for work, but he also knew it was going to be worth it.
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