Dreams are made of this
She was supposed to meet at 4 o'clock. The bags were unpacked, shirts on hangers in the closet, toiletries placed in the bathroom. The double bed would have been perfect for the long awaited re-union. A phone call said she will come round at 6 instead. Disappointment. Scratch one afternoon tryst.
The SUV showed up at the hotel driveway. She looked good behind the wheel, dressed in black turtle neck sweater and black slacks. Her long hair framed her bright eyes and high cheek bones. Except for a slight perceptible thickening of the waistline, no one could tell she have had children. As it turned out, breast feeding did her good, swelling the bosom to fuller proportions. The bell hops were green with envy.
The walk up the hill was through winding pathways, flanked by bush and trees. The colours of the summer flowers had long given way to the autumn brown. It was nice to stroll in the cool weather. We did not hold hands, never did. The light banter was about old friends and meaningless comment on current movies and newspaper articles. Names of friends came up, not that we bothered with what they were doing anyway. The vegetation was lush and thick despite the lack of rain. Wandering into a small bamboo clearing, we turned to face each other. Not a word was exchanged. We kissed. Lips met. Arms reached out to enfold and draw us closer. Her tongue went into me, I sucked on it. Emboldened, I reached under her sweater to unclasp her bra from behind. Freed thus, her breasts jutted proudly against the strained fabric, large nipples poking out to announce their presence. The cold air was not necessary for her teats to become erect, they stood out on their own accord. I rolled the sweater up to her neck, and dove my face into the body heat of her cleavage. She nursed me like her newborn, offering me her left nipple, then her right. I loved the taste of her flesh, and managed to stuff three quarters of one breast into my hungry mouth. She was warming up quickly, and I moved downwards, licking her flat belly as I progressed, until I was at the the swell of her mons veneris. With some help from her, the slacks were drawn down around her thighs, enough to reveal the triangle of pubic hair. Somewhere in that musky jungle was her vulva, and the scented folds of her labia. As she was standing, it was quite impossible to tongue her clit effectively. Instead, fingers wedged her plump oyster open, and fingers entered her hot cavern, sopping wet with cuntal juice. Looking up, I show her face between the generous slopes of her breasts, eyes shut tight with erotic tension as I churned the invasive digits in her sensitive parts. The lubricating fluids exuding from within her pleasure cove made my fingers wet. I pried her legs open, making her squat slightly, so the juncture between was more accessible for my tongue. Her labial folds spread like butterfly wings to reveal the erectile clitoris, her miniature version of the penile tool. Sucking hard on the sensitive clit, I triggered her immense orgasm, and her legs quivered and threatened to collapse under the tremors emanating from her sex. She was thoroughly exhausted from the violence of her sexual release, and was primed for penetration. Although the foliage provided ample privacy, the gentleman in me decided not to take her standing up. We rearranged her clothing, and made our way to dinner.
The wine made her flush. She was not one for alcoholic drinks. The candle light and the colour on her cheeks made her younger, looking like a school girl once more, albeit a sexually charged one. We played footsie under the table, feet reaching below to probe forbidden zones under the table cloth. Her panties were soaked.
We hurried to her SUV, and drove to a deserted campus ground. School was out, and most of the students were home for the holidays. We necked and explored each other's body parts like horny teenagers. Wanton hands reached for libidinous places over and inside clothes. I cupped her plush vulva between her hot thighs, feeling the damp apex and the heat generating from within there. She grasped my distended crotch, squeezing the balls and stroking the shaft, masturbating me through my polyester pants. Our underwear must have been a mess. "I have to pee," she declared unceremoniously, getting out of the vehicle in a hurry. I waited a while, wondering where was the toilet as the nearest building was not within sight.
Curious, I stepped out to see where she went. Turning to the rear of the vehicle, I saw her squatting against the spare tire mounted on the back of the SUV, slacks around her knees, a stream of steaming liquid flooding the ground between her feet. The smooth cheeks of her buttocks, a harsh white against the dark of her clothing and the surrounds, shone like pearly shell. Her primitive act stirred my primal instincts. She was patting herself dry,and about to get up, when I grabbed her waist and shoved her headwards towards the spare. Reacting quickly to my unbridled lust, she steadied herself with her hands on the tire, bending low and jutting out her naked bum as a welcomed offering. Already blood engorged and primed erect by her manipulative hands, my ready rigid flesh went straight for the moistured nether lips. It pierced the vulva gateway and entered the vaginal portal in one swift thrust. Pressing my groin hard against her buttocks, I savoured the deliciousness of being joined flesh to flesh, fusing my phallic member with her puckered cunt . I pulled out tentatively, dragging along the inner labia until the glans head was in danger of slipping out, and slammed in again, slapping the balls noisily against her cool buttocks. Because of the angle, I could stroke in and out effortlessly, like a piston reciprocating in a well oiled engine cylinder. She rotated her bum, and gyrated against me to heighten the intoxicating sensuality we were churning in. Her active contribution magnified a thousand fold the sexual stimulation of vaginal friction and body heat. When I finally crushed into her body, she knew I had come. My hands reached under her sweater to grab and fondle her bare sweaty breasts as I emptied the last of my load into her sex. After I withdrew, I stood mindless for a minute, cock in hand, as the Kleenex tissues were in the car. She turned around to squat in front of me and took the dripping member into her mouth. Sucked it dry and licked every drop.
You could tell she wanted me, all of me, every drop of me.
Just thinking about it on the flight home gave me an awkward hard-on. How would it have turned out if we had married instead?
The SUV showed up at the hotel driveway. She looked good behind the wheel, dressed in black turtle neck sweater and black slacks. Her long hair framed her bright eyes and high cheek bones. Except for a slight perceptible thickening of the waistline, no one could tell she have had children. As it turned out, breast feeding did her good, swelling the bosom to fuller proportions. The bell hops were green with envy.
The walk up the hill was through winding pathways, flanked by bush and trees. The colours of the summer flowers had long given way to the autumn brown. It was nice to stroll in the cool weather. We did not hold hands, never did. The light banter was about old friends and meaningless comment on current movies and newspaper articles. Names of friends came up, not that we bothered with what they were doing anyway. The vegetation was lush and thick despite the lack of rain. Wandering into a small bamboo clearing, we turned to face each other. Not a word was exchanged. We kissed. Lips met. Arms reached out to enfold and draw us closer. Her tongue went into me, I sucked on it. Emboldened, I reached under her sweater to unclasp her bra from behind. Freed thus, her breasts jutted proudly against the strained fabric, large nipples poking out to announce their presence. The cold air was not necessary for her teats to become erect, they stood out on their own accord. I rolled the sweater up to her neck, and dove my face into the body heat of her cleavage. She nursed me like her newborn, offering me her left nipple, then her right. I loved the taste of her flesh, and managed to stuff three quarters of one breast into my hungry mouth. She was warming up quickly, and I moved downwards, licking her flat belly as I progressed, until I was at the the swell of her mons veneris. With some help from her, the slacks were drawn down around her thighs, enough to reveal the triangle of pubic hair. Somewhere in that musky jungle was her vulva, and the scented folds of her labia. As she was standing, it was quite impossible to tongue her clit effectively. Instead, fingers wedged her plump oyster open, and fingers entered her hot cavern, sopping wet with cuntal juice. Looking up, I show her face between the generous slopes of her breasts, eyes shut tight with erotic tension as I churned the invasive digits in her sensitive parts. The lubricating fluids exuding from within her pleasure cove made my fingers wet. I pried her legs open, making her squat slightly, so the juncture between was more accessible for my tongue. Her labial folds spread like butterfly wings to reveal the erectile clitoris, her miniature version of the penile tool. Sucking hard on the sensitive clit, I triggered her immense orgasm, and her legs quivered and threatened to collapse under the tremors emanating from her sex. She was thoroughly exhausted from the violence of her sexual release, and was primed for penetration. Although the foliage provided ample privacy, the gentleman in me decided not to take her standing up. We rearranged her clothing, and made our way to dinner.
The wine made her flush. She was not one for alcoholic drinks. The candle light and the colour on her cheeks made her younger, looking like a school girl once more, albeit a sexually charged one. We played footsie under the table, feet reaching below to probe forbidden zones under the table cloth. Her panties were soaked.
We hurried to her SUV, and drove to a deserted campus ground. School was out, and most of the students were home for the holidays. We necked and explored each other's body parts like horny teenagers. Wanton hands reached for libidinous places over and inside clothes. I cupped her plush vulva between her hot thighs, feeling the damp apex and the heat generating from within there. She grasped my distended crotch, squeezing the balls and stroking the shaft, masturbating me through my polyester pants. Our underwear must have been a mess. "I have to pee," she declared unceremoniously, getting out of the vehicle in a hurry. I waited a while, wondering where was the toilet as the nearest building was not within sight.
Curious, I stepped out to see where she went. Turning to the rear of the vehicle, I saw her squatting against the spare tire mounted on the back of the SUV, slacks around her knees, a stream of steaming liquid flooding the ground between her feet. The smooth cheeks of her buttocks, a harsh white against the dark of her clothing and the surrounds, shone like pearly shell. Her primitive act stirred my primal instincts. She was patting herself dry,and about to get up, when I grabbed her waist and shoved her headwards towards the spare. Reacting quickly to my unbridled lust, she steadied herself with her hands on the tire, bending low and jutting out her naked bum as a welcomed offering. Already blood engorged and primed erect by her manipulative hands, my ready rigid flesh went straight for the moistured nether lips. It pierced the vulva gateway and entered the vaginal portal in one swift thrust. Pressing my groin hard against her buttocks, I savoured the deliciousness of being joined flesh to flesh, fusing my phallic member with her puckered cunt . I pulled out tentatively, dragging along the inner labia until the glans head was in danger of slipping out, and slammed in again, slapping the balls noisily against her cool buttocks. Because of the angle, I could stroke in and out effortlessly, like a piston reciprocating in a well oiled engine cylinder. She rotated her bum, and gyrated against me to heighten the intoxicating sensuality we were churning in. Her active contribution magnified a thousand fold the sexual stimulation of vaginal friction and body heat. When I finally crushed into her body, she knew I had come. My hands reached under her sweater to grab and fondle her bare sweaty breasts as I emptied the last of my load into her sex. After I withdrew, I stood mindless for a minute, cock in hand, as the Kleenex tissues were in the car. She turned around to squat in front of me and took the dripping member into her mouth. Sucked it dry and licked every drop.
You could tell she wanted me, all of me, every drop of me.
Just thinking about it on the flight home gave me an awkward hard-on. How would it have turned out if we had married instead?
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