Part One, Lusty Interlude
Half asleep, he glances at the clock and notices it is about an hour before the alarm is set to go off. The sky is just beginning to show light, and his hotel room is just light enough to make out the silhouettes of the furniture. Lying back down, he remembers where he is. Rolling to his side, he sees the auburn-haired beauty lying asleep. Looking at her while she sleeps, his mind races back to the night before. The wine in the hotel bar, the silent elevator ride, the marathon lovemaking session that lasted well into the night. Well, it eventually became lovemaking, but initially it was all out, no holds barred fucking.
She was a goddess who could turn heads, and in fact, did as he watched her glide through the lobby in front of him. All eyes watched her as she walked, and all eyes eventually made their way down to her shapely butt moving side to side in her dark blue pencil skirt. Even the woman behind the counter couldn't help but to notice. And he, slyly walked several paces behind knowing that what they were stealing glances at, would be in his view, up close and personal, for as long as he could last.
Once in the room, it was a flurry of hands, falling clothes, sighing, moaning, mewing . . . quickly followed by sounds of giggling, groaning, cries - eventually animalistic grunting. She knew her craft. She knew he had wanted to fuck her mouth, and she let him. But really, she fucked his cock with her mouth, bringing him to climax within minutes. She also knew that he had never been swallowed, so after his first stream blasted on to her milky white breasts, she took him in her mouth again, and looked him straight in the eyes as she massaged his balls and allowed him to empty himself in her throat.
That was just the beginning of a long, memorable night. He was treated with a very willing, very practiced lady, who encouraged his every whim. It was a whirlwind - sucking her nipples, licking her swollen puss, tonguing her most private area, fucking her ass. He lost track of the times he came - was it 1 or 2 more times she swallowed. Hell, it didn't matter. Even with their most decadent acts, the creme de le creme for him was the very end, with him slowly pumping into her pussy in the missionary postion, one of her hands alternating between his anus, back and balls, the other hand on the back of his neck and they French kissed for eternity, whispered naughty thoughts to each other, looked into each other's eyes. They had fucked so much, and he had cum more in one night than he ever had, that this gentle lovemaking when on for almost a half hour.
Her orgasms - oh, she was orgasmic - ebbed and flowed. His erection was painful, but for at least that 1st half hour, there was no worry about cumming. As her orgasms got stronger and stronger, he began to feel his own crescendo building. Remembering her favorite position, he grasped her buttocks with both hands, and she scissored her legs around his upper back. With all his energy, he thrust deeper and deeper, their pubic bones never really separating. It was more like driving in deeper and deeper. Their grunts, along with his scrotum slapping against her anus, were the only sounds for what seemed like eternity. Finally, his world went white. Thinking back, he's not sure there was enough semen to even squirt out, but her panting/grunting, coupled with her right finger rubbing his anus, caused him to have a mind bending orgasm, almost painful. The last memory of the night was of her cooing into his ear and his softening cock sliding out of her.
All these thoughts caused a stirring in his cock that was soon painfully hard. He gently caressed her from her bare shoulder, down the her narrow waist, and back up her luscious hips; she whimpered in her sleep. His caresses continued, and she unconsciously shifted her position to her back - still asleep. Her breasts, settled somewhat to the sides, causing the bulk of the flesh to spill over just a bit. Wanting to let her sleep more, but knowing that this might be the very last time, he continued to caress her belly, trailing a feather-light touch from her navel, and along the top, inner thigh. Still asleep. Her gentle sighs made him think that maybe she was beginning to dream of good things, which only made his lust grow. Continuing his caresses, he leaned in and placed light kisses on the arc of her breast, slowly making his way to her nipple. It fluttered under the first kiss, and he knew he had her. She barely opened her thighs, all the while sighing in her sleep, and his hands traveled downward to where he wanted to be.
She awoke to this man, caressing her thighs, kissing her breasts. Looking up, he notices her now awake, slowly kisses his way up to her her lips, running his hand in light circles on her lower belly, and asks, "Can I be inside you again?" She smiles and pulls him over on top of her.
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