A Traveling Tale in Three Parts…
“Need help with those?” you ask, nodding at her bags. She is tall with thick, dark hair, in town for the conference, like you. Your arms ripple with the effort and she admires your wide shoulders leading down your solid back to your strong hips and athletic ass.
And she… well, she is damn near perfect.
Waiting for her to open the door, you are so close you can feel her breath on you. She’s sure you can smell her juice already slick on her smooth thighs.
She asks why you are alone. You tell her about me. You are surprised when she looks up at you with hungry eyes.
You look again – full on this time – as you allow yourself to feel the weight of her beautiful, almost black eyes. She sees in you what you’ve only let me see and she is stunned by her own reciprocating desire.
You tell her I travel too, sometimes for weeks or months at a time, leaving you behind.
“Well, she’s a fool.”
You don’t correct her.
The keycard has barely finished swiping when she reaches out and your arm burns hot from her gentle touch. “Let me be yours, just for tonight,” she says. “I promise I’ll make you forget…”
Her swollen pussy is wet-hot desire as you stumble into the hotel room and she squeezes the throbbing bulge between your legs. Leaving her stilettos on, you fall on the bed, and your hands push her legs apart.
Her breath catches and she moans deeply as you suck her soaked, lace panties. Her back arches right off the bed and as you rip her blouse off, her tits spill out into your hands; they are a cup size bigger than you are used to, perfectly round at the bottom with this amazing scoop of a ski jump on top. Her toffee nipples are so high – jutting, reaching… reaching for your mouth.
She grabs your ears and hair as she feels your hot tongue wrap around her tits, her nipples jumping to attention in your eager mouth.
And oh, fuck… you are a magician tonite.
You strip her down to silky, squirming flesh and move to her clit, tweaking it with your tongue, licking her from the bottom to the top of her smutty box. Your tongue is gentle and luxurious at first but when she pushes her hips toward you, you lick deeper and the surer your tongue is, the more her sweet juices flow. You lap her up like lemonade on a hot day. When her hands are free, she caresses her small, shapely body, anticipating a delicious romp with you, her giving colleague.
She tastes so good; you’ve never seen a pussy gush with so much passion. You want to tell her but she is thrashing around on the bed, panting so loudly she wouldn’t hear you.
Her cries compel you… command you to suck harder.
You close your eyes and moan: you want every last drop. You put three fingers in and scoop her hot juice into your mouth.
It’s fucking amazing: she’s giving you the biggest hard-on you’ve ever had.
She flips around then, rips your remaining clothes off and goes down on you, taking you in one gulp at a time.
Oh, she is a giving fuck, a selfless lover whose fingers and tongue make you dance until you almost cum right there in her mouth. She straddles you, slicking up your chest on her way down to rest your steel-hard dick against her vibrating clit.
. . . to be continued.