Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... unbuttons your suit trousers, the soft cotton of the little shorts damp under the touch of your fingers, toying with the elastic waistband as if deciding as to whether you will let yourself play. Your hand moves down inch by inch until you can feel the edge of your pubic hair and with a deep sigh of submission you press firmly against your clit, your lips open, making you wetter as you feel the warm sticky incitement of your thoughts leaking from your body. You move slowly at first, gently caressing, teasing, imagining a hard tongue pressing into and lapping at you, hungry to savour and taste your wetness as it flows gracefully. Frustrated at the restriction, you move to the edge of the chair, sliding your trousers down so they fall around your ankles allowing you to drop your knees apart and the heat emanates from between your legs like a radiator. You blush, opening your eyes to check that you are secluded, before giving in to the moment, taking the softened ice cube from your mouth you slide your underwear to one side and let the frozen water cool your lips, rubbing the melting cube slowly over yourself before pushing it deep inside, easing two fingers deep into your swollen aching body. With that you release the desires from your mind, pushing fingers deep inside yourself, knuckles stimulating you further as you fuck yourself hard, stretching your lips wide, his ice blue eyes looking into you as you imagine his thick cock stretching you, the weight of him holding you ...

... down as he rhythmically fucks you deep and slow, the image is intense, and you feel your orgasm build quickly, the muscles within clamping around your fingers as you let out a long sigh, shuddering as you cum harder than you imagined you would from just playing with yourself. You open your eyes, your underwear soaked, dripping and you almost feel shy as you come back to the hotel room afore you, the drinks glass is empty and you realise that you have spent a long time fucking yourself and a sly smile transforms your face. You stand up slowly, kicking off your trousers, legs protesting and you decide to take that shower you promised yourself. You look across to your suitcase wondering if the content you suddenly pine for is still in there and you hope that it is. You discard the remains of your business outfit quickly, kicking your clothes to the side as the steam and condensation fill the room, you can only just make out your outline in the clouded, silver mirror. You wipe it clean, cold to your touch, looking at yourself, glowing from your orgasm and the most intimate thoughts, smiling at the images filling your head. Stepping into the shower the water cascades over you like a million rain drops and the stresses of the day flow down the plug hole as you allow the heat of the water to soak into your body. You hand pushes your hair out of your face, resting on your head as you lean back, the clinical white tiles are cold on your back, but you stand momentarily and for an instant ...