... The plan was, for him to follow her to the motel, to continue now with what they both knew to expect. Very unexpectedly, he reaches over and begins to touch the soft skin of her face, the back of her ears. She moans softly and moves her head against his hand. She had only attempted body contact with him once, to sit beside him at the bar.
Turning slightly, she begins to kiss his fingers, lightly licking and sucking to tease and fill him with anticipation. He unbuckles his seat belt and leans over to kiss her lips. It is the first time they had kissed and sparks shoot through her and she can feel more moisture release from inside. She hadn’t even thought about kissing him. All that had been in her mind was how much she wanted to pleasure him. In her mind, the visions of taking him into her mouth. The kiss was exceptional and she tried to control her breathing to not sound too excited. Wondered did it work. She reaches up and touches his face. His tongue feels so good inside her mouth. His hands on her neck, touching her face. She longs to take if further…
She is in her own car now, leading him to a place where he will stay the night. She is smiling to herself, excited and a little shocked that he has accepted her invitation. She thinks of what she wants to do to him, barely paying attention to the road in front of her. As she meets him at the front desk, she gently nudges up against him to see if he pulls away and hoping that he hasn’t re-thought his decision during the short drive over. She is even more excited when he nudges back.
Entering the room, she is more comfortable than she expected. Why did she feel so comfortable with him? Maybe, it was because she would be in control this night. It had already been discussed. Her focus, was to provide him with oral pleasures, his agreement, was to let her have her way tonight.
Again, he kisses her. She is ready to melt and the thought of doing more than just suck on his cock was pushing its way back into her mind. In her head, she kept repeating, this was not the night. She had already decided and needed to follow through with her original intentions. His hands in her hair, on her skin. His lips on hers. She kneels down to help remove his shoes and uses that opportunity to help him slide his shirt off as well.
The sight of the hair on his chest, the bare skin that should be off limits to her. It was exhilarating and she leaned to kiss and suckle a nipple. She wasted no time in moving her hands to the buttons on his jeans excited to find out what was beneath. He stood as she pulled the denim down and a wonderfully shaped erection sprang to attention in front of her. He was beautiful, wonderfully shaped, and enticing. While her first instinct was to take it entirely in her mouth, she held back long enough to gently lick and tease around the hood, sliding her tongue along the shaft and then sucking it in.
He asks for one thing. To see her breasts, and she agrees. “Keep control girl” she keeps saying to herself as her shirt is removed. She doesn’t recall the manner in which he unsnaps her bra so quickly, but she remembers keeping the fabric to her, for as long as possible, just to keep him interested.
Much of what happens now mixes in her mind. The sequences not as clear as what was happening. She remembers loving the feeling of his hands gently pulling back her hair so he can watch. She remembers stroking up and down while she sucks. She remembers bring him so near, so many times, and then slowing to make each moment with him last just a little bit longer. She can recall lying between his legs and the moans that come from him as she slides down to engulf his balls into her mouth. She sucks on them. He smells musky and sensual. So many times, she begins to think about having more. How it would feel to have him inside of her. To feel his hips move under her. So many times, in her head, she must pull herself back to the task at hand. Not letting her mind wander was important. Feeling as though she has teased him long enough, she climbs up next to him and watches his eyes smile. She leans down and whispers into his ear, gently nibbling as she goes. The whispers bring agreements to his lips. She hopes the answer will be yes as she has longed to swallow all that he has to offer her. Long sucks, slow strokes, gentle biting and licking…it has all come to the point of now and he begins to shake as she sucks him down.. He wants the softness of her sucking as he ejaculates into her mouth, his voice makes her so excited and she loves the feeling of the hot liquid that keeps filling her. When he is spent and relaxes back, she climbs up next to him and they roll their fingertips across each others bodies.
Having discussed many things earlier, she knew this would be the time to test a new skill. Remembering his words, she lightly begins to run her fingers along the shaft of his penis. It surprises her that even though he has just climaxed, he is quickly growing rigid again.
Now things get very blurry, as she thinks about how he began to suck on her breasts, his lips, his fingertips. She is becoming so wet and every other thought is to peel her jeans off and climb on top of him. To slide down him and fill him inside of her. His hands on her, she can still see it. She can still feel his sucking on her hard nipples. His goal is to bring her to climax but she cannot let that happen. As he sucks, she comes so close, to close, to the point and finds interruptions in her mind to keep her from fulfilling his goal. Again, this night is about him, and seeing how much pleasure she can bring him.
The sight of his hand on his cock, masturbating between her breasts. How she loved it when he manipulates the head, spreading some pre-semen onto her nipple. The sight and sound, and smell of him as he slides his cock between her breasts. That wonderful intense feeling as he is above her now, fucking her mouth with his cock. She is ready to cum – “STOP STOP STOP” she says in her mind and she is wrapping her legs around him to remove the pressure against her clit so she won’t cum. Does he have any idea what affect he is having on her.
She so loves watching the cum spurt from the tiny opening, watching it spew onto her chest and she loves to rub it and fill its creamy silkyness on her body. But she longs for the chance to have it back in her mouth, to suck and lick and not waste a drop of his offerings.
The last minutes she spends with him are wonderfully pleasing. He is lying peacefully, under the covers. Her fingers are gliding over his back and she so much wants to remove her clothes and climb in beside him. In her mind, she goes back and forth but something he said, helps her with her decision. With the words that will ring in her ears “that’s another night”, she kisses him softly goodbye and leaves the room. It is these words and the memories of the past 7 hours that make her clit sensitive and her juices flow every time she thinks about it. She is happy she did not allow herself to give into her normal selfish pleasures. She will stay excited thinking of those moments and memories and the chance of ever seeing him again. And she writes…..
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