I stand outside the hotel room, and softly knock on the door. Immediately, your soft northern tones waft through to me “Who is it?”
“It’s me”, I reply.
“Come in, it’s open”, comes the response, as the catch of the door clicks. As it swings slightly open, I push through, but you’re already walking away towards the far side of the room. You stand in front of the window, silent, and as I approach, casting off my shirt, I sense a surge of excitement. I draw close behind you, and embrace you, pulling you to me by your hips. You lean your head back into my shoulder, and I’m smothered with the scent and feeling of your auburn mane of hair, crowding my senses, intoxicating me.
My hands run up from your hips, brushing your chest and gently running up your décolletage, as you lean your head back and we kiss, tongues wrapping and lips shivering with the moist warmth of each other. My hands run back down to your hips, and tug at the bottom of your cotton blouse, pulling it free from the restraint of your slim waist-band. Slowly, one-by-one, I undo the buttons, working from the bottom up, as we continue to kiss. My wrists touch your nipples as I finally free the last button, and your top drops open, revealing the scarlet half-cup bra beneath, with the soft mounds of your breasts rising and falling within it. Trying to restrain myself from pulling too quickly, I drop the flimsy top from your shoulders, and it falls to the floor – momentarily pausing as it catches the bulge in my trousers before tumbling to the carpet in a heap.
Your hands are running up and down my thighs, tracing the muscles up to my hips and slipping down between my legs, brushing the firmness between them. Mine are caressing your newly-exposed skin, running over your silky cream stomach and navel, up across the bumps of your ribs, then over the satin textured fabric of the bra, squeezing gently, and then following up to the line of your collar-bones, drawing a finger along them and out to your shoulders. The fingers hook under the straps of the bra, and flicks them softly off your shoulders, helped by you dropping your arms to free yourself of the restraints of the tight fabric. As the straps droop down, I’m already pushing my fingers into the cups of the bra, replacing it with my hands, cupping the soft mounds of your chests, and feeling your hard, deep dark pink, bullet-like nipples straining and pushing against the palms of my hands. I squeeze and knead your breasts, your heart beating through them, your hips responding by pushing back towards my hardness, which strains as it’s pushed into your back and against your firm bottom. I lean back and unclip the fastening of the bra, and it drops away instantly, leaving your chests bare and pert, covered only by my hands. I stroke and tweak your nipples, so that even the areolas begin to stiffen as I rub them.
I’m kissing your shoulders and neck, burying my face in your hair and nibbling at your nape. My hands are all over you, frantically charging across your satin skin, feeling, touching, caressing your naked upper body. They find their way down to your waist, and run along the band around the top of your skirt, slipping down onto your mons, and tugging at the material covering it. Your hands join mine, and you hitch your skirt up, pulling it over your thighs and revealing your tight cotton shorty hipster knickers beneath. My hands slip across your hips and down your thighs, returning back up between your legs, brushing the soft fabric of your flimsy pants, feeling the softness of your hair beneath the silky material. Frustrated by the rucked material, I quickly unbutton the skirt, pull down the zip, and drop it to the floor; you step out of it and kick it aside. You step backwards again, pushing your newly-liberated barely covered bottom back against my straining cock, as my hands run down over your knickers. My finger traces down across the satin, feeling your soft swollen lips pushing against the material, your secretions seeping through it making my fingers damp and slippery.
As you reach up to my neck, kissing me again, the invitation of your chest is too much to resist – with your arms above your head I cup your breasts again, and then slip my hands down across your stomach, into your knickers, sandwiched between the smooth fabric and your soft hair, the tension of the tight shorts forcing my palm flat against your soft mound. I slide it further down, my finger slipping over your clitoris, stopping momentarily to increase the pressure as you flinch, then it’s between your lips, the full flow of your juices running onto my palm. You move your feet apart, easing the entry of my fingers as I slip them up inside you, feeling your lips envelop my fingers and your muscles tighten around them. My palm massages your clitoris as my fingers work further inside you, and your hips push outwards to force me deeper into you. First two digits, then three, willingly taken up into you, thrusting and slipping in and out as my other hand caresses your nipples and chest. Faster and faster, you shudder as my 3-finger penis fucks you harder and deeper. Your body ripples with ecstasy, you shudder as you come and your juice runs out over my hand, covering it with sticky nectar that I lap up from my hand, eagerly licking at your innermost taste.
You turn to face me, standing back at first to allow me to admire your almost-naked body, then moving forward to me, pushing your lips hard against mine and forcing your chest against mine, nipples pressing into me. Your groin thrusts against my hard straining erection, teasing, with just a thin layer of material separating them. I feel your soft mound against my hardness, and shiver, wanting to be inside you now. But you gently shove me backwards, dropping to your knees, running your hands down my chest, and then pulling me forwards to you by my belt, flipping it undone, and sliding it through the loops of my trousers, before casting it aside. My cock is pulsating, waiting for your hands as they flip the buttons on my jeans one by one, finally pulling them and my boxers down quickly. My red, thick hot erection throbs as you take it in your cool soft hands, gripping it tightly, massaging it, pulling back the taught foreskin to expose my swollen glans, already oozing with a drip of lubrication. One hand tightly gripping the base, moving backwards and forwards along the length of my shaft, your other hand rubs the tip, smoothing the thin slippery liquid into the smooth tight skin.
As you open your mouth, I feel your warm breath over my groin, tickling the hairs on my balls, increasing my anticipation. Finally, you lean forward and take my whole in your mouth, closing your moist lips over my hardness, and flicking your tongue along its length. Your eyes close as you savour the feeling, and the faint taste of my manhood oozes across your taste buds, mixing with the juices in your mouth, forming our own cocktail. My swollen cock is hot across your tongue as your head bobs back and forth, your full red lips slipping up and down its length, saliva oozing from them and making it slip right to the back of your throat with ease. Your tongue works along the shaft, wriggling and tickling as you draw me towards you and then away, your hands squeezing and caressing my balls, and emphasising the work of your lips and tongue by drawing my foreskin tight. As you speed up, the head of my cock begins to shudder, and a tiny dribble of spunk begins to seep into your mouth, which you enthusiastically lick up and suck down. Your eyes flick up to mine, meeting for a second, and a smile spreads across your cock-filled lips as you see me struggling to remain standing upright. Harder and faster you work, taking me deeper into your mouth, making me fuck your lips more and more forcefully. My hands move to your shoulders, and then your head, taking a handful of hair and pushing my penis further and deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke as I’m overcome by my desire for you to suck it.
Your tongue is rushing around my glans now, flicking at the base, your lips sucking and caressing my throbbing cock. Small tremors work their way from the pit of my stomach, to my balls, and the base of my erection. Sensing them, I tighten my grip on your hair to restrain you from pulling away, but you’ve already sensed the shivers and are moving closer towards me, taking more of my length deeper into your mouth. Eventually I succumb – and as my body ripples, I burst between your lips, my spunk exploding across your tongue, filling your mouth; the hot salty taste runs deep into your throat, and you quickly swallow it down, savouring the sensation as you run your tongue around my pulsating cock, licking and slurping, pulling my shaft in and out of your mouth, your lips trailing my spunk along the hard length, as your hands caress my balls, fondling them and rubbing the stickiness into my hair. You momentarily pull away from me, a long silvery thread of spermy saliva trailing from the tip of my still hard manhood, dangling from your lips, threatening to break and drip to the floor until you swiftly move forward again, taking my length into your mouth again, gathering the oozing fluid across your tongue and swallowing it. You lick my red throbbing shaft clean, and flick the last remnants of my load from the tip of my cock before I pull back from you, lifting you up under your shoulders, and pull you to me, kissing you hard and deep, tasting myself in your mouth, running my tongue across yours like a second cock between your lips.
I swing you around and lay you back onto the bed, gazing at the gorgeous creature spread out in front of me, tall, slim, creamy white, silky smooth with a crown of fiery red hair surrounding your beautiful features. Your long slender legs stretch out towards me, and I lean down over you kissing your neck, chest, licking and flicking your nipples with my lips, running it down across your breasts leaving a silvery trail and sensing the tiny shivers as I flick your skin with my tongue. I move down over your stomach, across your navel, and then I’m kissing your hips and the tops of your thighs, and I can feel the mound of your soft flesh pushing through the delicate material of your tight knickers, the heady scent of your juices filling my nostrils. I gently begin to rub and caress you between your legs, sensing the rhythmic movement of you arching your back towards the pressure of my hand, urging me to you. My finger traces the edge of your underwear, following around your leg until it’s between your thighs and running across your wet satin-covered lips, briefly pushing the tip of my digit between them. Finally I hook my fingers over the waistband of your shorts and pull them down; you lift your hips to rid yourself of them, and I slide them over your thighs and knees before tossing them onto the floor. I pause to take in the gorgeous fuzz of blonde fluffiness between your legs, the pink engorged labias peeping through the tangle of fine golden downy hair, shimmering with moisture, causing to lick my lips with anticipation.
You open your legs wide apart to reveal your glistening cunt, an invitation which urges me closer, and I push my face between your thighs, thrusting my mouth into your hair, and running my tongue down from your mons onto your clitoris, feeling the tremors across your body as I flick and lick frantically. Your taste is sweet and your scent intoxicating, and I gladly lap up your juices, pushing my tongue between your lips, feeling their soft engorged warmth against my lips and cheeks. Your legs are fully spread now, and my hands are touching your pinkness, pulling your lips apart with my fingers as my tongue works around them, tickling and probing, feeling your entire body shudder; I look up across your navel and see you lying, head back, eyes closed, breasts rippling and back arched as I push harder and deeper inside you. My finger pushes between your lips, and slips deep into you, your muscles squeezing and straining against it. Slowly at first, I’m sliding it in an out of you, licking your clit and massaging your lips all at the same time. As your juices flow faster I push a second finger into you, then a third until you’re full with me, feeling my hand fuck you and my tongue lick you, faster and faster, you writhe and shudder as I wriggle my fingers, causing fresh tremors to run across your body. You curl your legs around my neck, pushing my face further into your hot, wet cunt. As I sit upwards, your hips are right off the bed now, lifted up with your legs wrapped around my neck, urging me deeper into you, my fingers, lips and tongue all working together on the hot pink flesh as you writhe and shudder in ecstasy. I feel my engorged erection swelling and straining, re-invigorated by the feelings of your pink parts against my mouth. At last, as my tongue pushes into your hood and flicks back and forth across the tip of your clitoris, the feelings reach a crescendo and you call out, bursting with a huge wave of pleasure running across your whole body. As your orgasm comes, your legs tighten around my neck, forcing my face deeper into your cunt and sending your juices running out into my mouth, your hips shuddering and swinging. Your hips drop back to the bed, and I look up to see the smile on your face as you pull me towards you, kissing me, tasting yourself on my lips and tongue, sharing the cocktail of your sweet juices, and then pushing me over onto my back. You squeeze and stroke the length of my hardness, before swinging your leg over me.
Now you’re astride me, legs apart but gripping my waist, rolling your pelvis back and forth, side to side like a belly-dancer, charming my trouser snake with your sexy dance, small droplets of moisture dripping from the fine golden curls of hair between your legs onto my stomach and legs as you move forward and back, brushing my swollen cock with your wet engorged lips. You lean forward, and I reach up to your breasts, cupping and stroking them, squeezing and tweaking your nipples, running my hands down your sides to your waist, pulling you towards me to kiss you and squeeze your firm bottom. As you rub your sex against me, I’m left slippery and wet, my erection bobbing up and down as the blood surges into it with each heartbeat, desperate to be inside you. You sway and wriggle, teasing both of us as we wait to be connected, the heat from your thighs the only contact.
Eventually, resisting no longer, you take the base of my penis in your hand, pull back the foreskin hard and tight, and like a dildo you run its tip along the length of your lips, spreading your juice across the shiny red head, and then at last sliding yourself down over my cock, your hot wet cunt taking my full length deep inside you, engulfing me within your warm pink folds, your labia tight around my shaft as you lower yourself down onto me. You undulate, raising yourself from me, and then dropping down again, forcing me further inside you each time, your muscles grip around the hardness, squeezing and caressing me as I slide in and out of you. As you push further down onto me, your soft bottom pushes down on my balls, and you lean forward, changing the movement from a vertical to horizontal, sliding across my body with our stomachs pressed together, your breasts rubbing against my chest as my fat erection slides in and out of you faster and faster. I’m kissing your neck, and stroking your nipples as I feel my cock slide deep into you, the tip pushing against the extreme depths inside, you’re urging me further, wanting more of me in you, greedy to swallow my full length and more into your inner sanctum. I lift my hips, pushing further, closer, deeper, lifting you off the bed, and at last filling you completely.
Your back arches upwards as you savour the feeling of your cunt full of my cock, and as you lean back I’m sitting up with you too. Your supple legs swing round and wrap around my back, you’re now sitting on my lap, facing me, chest-to-chest, groin-to-groin, kissing and fucking, embracing each other as I lift you up and down, sliding my cock almost totally out of you, but then straight back in, deep and fast, rushing to be within you again. As your muscles and lips slide over the swollen veins on my shaft, you shiver, squeezing my cock with ripples of pleasure. Then I’m standing, lifting you up with your arms around my shoulders, cock still deep inside you and with your legs wrapped around my back. I step towards the table, and set you down laying you back on the cool polished wood, your head rolls back, and your arms flop above your head, and I take you there, moving my hips faster backwards and forwards, forcing my cock deeper into you as your spread legs wrap around my waist and strain against my back, pulling me tighter towards you. My hands are all over you, on your breasts, stomach, waist, frantically caressing your whole body as I thrust deeper and faster into your hot dripping cunt.
The small ripples inside you become tremors, and clenches, and then shudders, and you grip my cock tighter and tighter as I thrust in and out of you; finally our senses overwhelmed, we climax, my thick hot spunk filling you up and running down the side of my shaft, dripping out between your lips into a hot puddle on the table. Your convulsing muscles squeeze and hold my cock, urging it to stay, squeezing my sticky mess out over its base. Spunk mixed with your juices drips off my shaft and onto the floor as I massage your chest and stomach, savouring the satisfaction of the stillness, with small ripples of pleasure running through both our bodies. I lean forward and kiss you, hot lips and probing tongues joining together to mouth-fuck as an epilogue, embracing each other tightly and feeling our drained, sweaty bodies slipping against each other. Still inside you, and still firm, I feel your muscles start to relax around my cock, and gradually slide out of you, exhausted but fulfilled, kissing you again before taking your hand and leading you towards the shower…
