Repetition

Lean forward.

Trail your finger slowly down your wide collar and brush your top button, flicking it from the grasp of its buttonhole with a deft, imperceptible twist. The satin drapes forward, revealing the delicate curve of your breast shimmering like cocoa butter in the artificial light. I stare at your satin-trimmed cleavage, and you let me, the swell of your soft breast rising and falling as the intensity my wide-eyed stare causes an eruption to stir deep within your core.

Lean forward.

I trail my finger slowly down your spine and hook it into the waistband of your panties, flicking them deftly over your firm olive cheeks, dropping them to your slightly parted knees. I stare at your glistening lips, running a finger across their slick softness, before guiding my shaft deep into you, its thick heat causing an eruption to stir deep within your core.

Business

I watched her from across the lounge. And she watched me right back.

We sat, nestling our drinks in our hands, looking around the room, furtively stealing glances at one and other, turning away when our eyes met. She was tall and slim, with dark hair in a pony tail, wearing a thin white top with shoe-string shoulder-straps that didn’t cover her bra straps. The lycra was figure-hugging, and the vertical line it made down her stomach emphasised the swell of he breasts. She wore a ‘t-shirt’ bra (I could tell it was pink from the straps), smooth and round, shaping her perfectly, hiding any trace of her nipples. I played the mental game, guessing maybe 34D.

She was sitting at the bar, her legs crossed on the stool, and my eyes wandered up the length of her calf, to the split up the side of her tight pencil skirt. She wore flat shoes – those little ballet-style pumps designed for comfort rather than outright style. Her top was too flimsy for the office, so I guessed she’d just kicked off her high-heeled office shoes, shrugged off her blouse, and headed straight down to the bar before dinner to avoid the monotonous solitude of another hotel room.

I fiddled idly with my mobile phone, pretending to read a message, but not really concentrating on it. Again, we caught sight of each other looking, and I laughed, smiling right at her. She grinned right back, drawing those pink lips over her pearly teeth, and flicked her fringe back off her brow, letting the light sparkle in her eyes. Did she flick her head back, inviting me over with the subtlest of gestures? I didn’t wait to be asked twice. Throwing my head back and swigging the remnants of my vodka, I got up and headed to get another drink.

At the bar I stood close to her, separated by a single stool, and asked for another drink. As the bartender filled my glass with chunks of ice, I decided I should be the one to break it.

“Stuck on a business trip too?” I said, turning towards her.

She paused before answering. “Yeah, the guys in the office wanted to go out for drinks tonight but it’s been a long day. So I’m just chilling before heading back up”.

Being close to her, I could breathe in her sweet scent, and see her features much better than from across the room. Small, dark eyes, gleaming from beneath carefully-trimmed eyebrows. Their slight curve hinted at an Oriental ancestry, and the small pink lips accentuated the effect; they sparkled in the light, the gloss thick and freshly-applied – indicating that her appearance was a little more calculated than I’d first thought. Ripe and moist, I wanted to kiss them.

“I know the feeling”, I replied, “those things can go on all night. You want a drink?”, as I nodded towards her glass.

“One more, I suppose, before I turn in. Thank you.” She gestured upwards, lifting her head, and revealing a soft pale alabaster neck, just aching to be traced down to her decolletage.

“My pleasure – athough the company can pay, it’s compensation for all this time away from the family.”

“True” she said, “but being far from home isn’t always a bad thing…”.The words hung on the air, heavy, loaded, both of us knowing exactly what was happening, waiting for the pieces to drop into place.

She held my gaze, not flinching, testing to see what I’d do next. I had several options, but decided that I had nothing to lose even with the worst possible outcome of my eventual choice.

“Shall we go?” I asked, mirroring her earlier upwards nod, and holding my breath.

She jumped off her stool, landing lightly and grabbing her key. “I think we should”, she said, and I could feel my cock start to harden.

We didn’t talk again until we were in the elevator, standing self-consciously on opposite sides of the small enclosed box, looking each other up and down. She spoke first, asking if I was married (despite alread knowing the answer from looking at my gold-dressed finger).

“Yes”, I replied. “Called her earlier, she’s got friends around”. “Me too”, she said, ensuring that I knew her own ring was still valid and teeing up the excuse for either of us, should we want to back out at the last minute. “He’s playing golf or something”, she murmured vaguely, knowing I didn’t care, playing with her hair and staring at the growing hardness, obvious in my loose trousers.

I’d pressed the button for my floor first, and she hadn’t reciprocated, so I knew we were heading for my room. I led the way when the lift doors slid open, and as we reached my door and I fumbled for my keys she walked right up to me, pressing against my back. I could feel the tension in her as the swell of her chest pushed against me, and then the door was open and we walked in.

I glanced around, checking for anything I shouldn’t have left on show, but the room was tidy – in fact I’d barely unpacked. Just the laptop, lid open, still running. She headed toward it, as I reached into my case, pulling out a bottle of clear liquor. “Would you like that drink…. ah, what’s your name?”.

“Vodka’s fine, and it does’t matter” she said, absent-mindedly, as she sat on the stool in front of the computer. True, I thought, without saying it out loud.

She leaned closer to the screen, peering at the minimized windows. “Been watching some porn?” she asked outright, without a second thought. “May I?”

“Busted”, I laughed, pouring her drink. “Go ahead – you like Andrew Blake?”, the question came out matter-of-factly, like I was asking if she took sugar in her tea.

She switched the app to full-screen, and then, clicked play, and as the movie continued, lace-clad beauties licking and probing each other, I set the drink down on the table in front of her, sipping mine. She ignored it, intent on the screen.

“Makes me hot…does it make you hard?” she asked, without turning from the screen. “Does lingerie turn you on?”

“It would if I wasn’t already”, I fired back, smiling. The corners of her lips raised in a smile, and she ran her tongue over them.

She stood up, bent over and reached up beneath her skirt, pulling her knickers down over her silky thighs, and daintily stepping out of them. She held them up for me to see briefly, cotton briefs, practical workwear, not sexy (or they wouldn’t be under any other circumstances).

“Good”, she laughed, “because these aren’t sexy at all. Now put that drink down and lie on the bed”, tossing the panties onto the floor.

Never one to argue, I kicked off my shoes and lay back on the bed, feet still on the floor. She padded round to the side of me, and with one knee by my shoulder and both hands on the pillow above my head, swung her other leg over me. I was engulfed in the blackness of her skirt, until she started to hitch it up, and I was presented with her immaculate pussy just inches from my face. A perfect triangle of soft hair, narrowing over her soft mound, never more than two fingers wide, and tracing a path down between her full pink labia, which were already glistening wet.

She shuffled forwards on her knees, and sat back dropping her sopping cunt onto my mouth, the rucked skirt bunched around my eyes casting me into heavenly darkness, heightening the senses as I thrust my tongue deep between her engorged lips, her juices running down into my throat. I probed and pushed, flicking my tongue-tip in and out of her, lapping up her sweetness, relishing the hot softness of her. She began to undulate, swinging her hips back and forth, building up a rhythm as my tongue dragged back and forth along the length of her cleft.

She pulled her skirt up further, casting my face into the light again and forcing me to squint, but as my eyes grew used to the light I took in the sight of her above me. My hands moved to her hips and gripped her firmly, pulling her down onto my face harder, making her writhe as I fucked her with my tongue, my nose pushing against the hood of her clit.

As I pushed my hands up her hips, I dragged her crumpled skirt up around her waist and she let go with her hands, running them through her hair and then reaching down to peel off the lycra top. As it slid up her stomach and she flicked it over her shoulders, I could hear the porn still playing in the background, girls groaning and sighing in much the same way that she was. She tossed the top onto the floor and then flicked the bra-straps off her shoulders, deftly reaching around and twisting the clasp before throwing the bra away too. Her tits were smaller than I’d thought, but perfectly formed, bouncing slightly as she wriggled above me, nipples like dark chocolate bullets.

My mouth was working frantically now, kissing, licking and sucking her cunt, probing into her hood and feeling the shudders run through her body as I flicked her swollen clit. My eyes were wide open, hardly believing how quickly we’d got here as she ran her hands over her stomach and chest, twisting and pulling her dark brown nipples, squeezing her small, firm breasts and rubbing herself. She was breathing heavily, and sighing each time I thrust my tongue into her dripping cunt. As she rose up and down, my erection pushed against her bottom, and immediately she reached behind her, unzipping my fly and slipping my hot hard cock out into the cool air. Her hand was warm and sweaty, and slipped around my shaft, stroking its length and pushing it back and forth.

“Do you have another suit?” she asked, and for a moment I was baffled. As she looked down between her breasts to my face between her legs, she saw my brow furrow. “Because you’re going to come over these trousers”, she explained, breathlessly. I nodded, barely able to speak, totally absorbed by her soft pussy in my mouth and her hand around my cock, stroking me more and more rapidly.

“You were going to be wanking anyway, so make me come and I’ll do it for you”, she demanded, cupping my balls with one hand and rolling her nipple between the fingers of her other.

I sped up my tongue-thrusts, and moved one hand down across her thigh, rubbing her clit with my thumb, and feeling her start to spasm. She rubbed the end of my cock with her thumb, smearing it with my oozing pre-come and began to stroke my shaft faster and faster. I could feel my the muscles in my pelvis begin to clench and spasm, and my balls begin to tighten, as she begin to repeat under her breath “yes, yes, Yes, Yes, YES”, growing louder each time. Her hips swinging back and forth so violently, I was having to grip her hard to keep her cunt close to my mouth.

And then with one last push between her labia, and a repeated tickling of her clit with my tongue, she convulsed and jerked, and a flood of her juices began to run out of her, filling my mouth and drenching my face. I didn’t stop, and she spasmed and shuddered, wanking me furiously until I gave way, thick hot streams of spunk spurting across my trousers and over her back. She stroked and squeezed, making me buck and twist beneath her, covering her back and skirt with my seed before I slumped back, finally letting my head drop onto the bed, exhausted. She rolled off to the side and collapsed alongside me, topless, and legs spread, slowly rubbing her mons as she came down off her climactic high.

“How long are you over here for?” she asked, breathlessly, as we lay, sated and sticky.

“3 more days”, I muttered, barely able to speak.

“And how many suits do you have with you…?”, she grinned, pushing her skirt off over her hips and reaching down to my still-hard cock.

Hotel

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…