Tasting Erika - Sex Stories

Tasting Erika

Erika catches my glance at an after-shoot party in Munich. She is the assistant to the assistant of someone who I've long forgotten. She is drop dead gorgeous, speaks perfect English, and in a very vivacious; not often seen in the German character. She comes to me from across the room. "You are the photographer," she says. I can't tell if it is a question or statement. I just reply in the positive. She wears a low cut blouse, gray skirt, and black heels. She is the business side of fashion. She empowers me after a day where I feel my runway images had a lot to be desired and made me question my ability to compete with up and coming young photographers. I want to use her to make me feel better. And possibly she has the same need from me? In a moment of liquor, obsession, distance, and sheer loneliness, I suggest to Erica that we continue our conversation in my suite. Her reply lacks hesitation or questioning. She leaves with me. We walk into my suite, freshly made up with the starchy clean smell one gets when they first check in. Erica immediately moves to the window to check out the view. I stand beside her and place my hand on her shoulder. She turns her head, smiles, and we kiss in the subdued light from the streets of Munich. We explore each other's tongues; rolling, tapping, point-to-point, jabbing, and licking. I'm quickly getting hard, as she can tell when her hand is placed on my pants. She starts to unzip me, but I stop her. There will be time for that, but first I ...

... need to be in control and her to be vulnerable. I need only her to be naked in front of me. Only then will I decide when I will disrobe. I move my mouth to her left ear, slip my tongue into her canal, and upon retraction whisper for her to stand in place as I strip her, which I savor as a fine liquor. I turn her to the window and reach around her middle with both hands. My fingers slowly unbutton the blouse that had assured her modesty all evening. I place the fabric on a chair that is placed beside us. I then easily unclip her delicate, almost transparent, white undergarment supporting her breasts. I drop it to the floor and cup her from the nipples. She releases a deep breath. As I knead her soft flesh and nip at her neck, I feel her heart pounding. She tries to turn to me. I stop her. "Not yet," I quietly command. I unclip and down the zipper to unleash her skirt downward. It stops for a moment at her hips by the belt of her black garter. I take great pleasure sliding my palms on each side to nudge the skirt to the floor. I turn her around and sit on the nearby chair to face her. I am at level with her panties, which she has been so kind enough to wear on the outside of her garter. I send her underwear in the same direction of the skirt. I look straight ahead to see a beautiful mound of hair surrounding her pussy. Then I move back in the chair. She stands before me naked but for her flesh-colored stockings and shoes, which she steps out of as I e****t her to the bed. I ...