Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1

... Europe but never in the US. I hurried to the elevator and when it arrived pressed LL. The exercise area was in the lower lobby in an out-of-the-way corner. I opened the glass windowed door and entered. The room was empty at this hour of the morning. There was one robe hanging by the door to the sauna. I peek in the small window. She is lying on her back with a towel rolled up under her head and another towel lengthwise down her body, just covering her breasts and groin pelvic area. My cock flies to attention. I take off my robe, strip off my clothes and shoes and dump them on the floor. When I open the door, she turns her head, opens her eyes and smiles. "I'm glad you could make she it." My stiff cock stands straight out, and I smile. Walking slowly to her, I kneel down next to her as she lay on the bench. She is perspiring profusely in the heat. I reach out tentatively to touch her sweet face. Her hair is stringy and wet from sweat. The heat is erotic, heating up my sex. I can feel it in my balls. "I was afraid to do this. I thought you' think me slutty, Mr. Herbert." "Never. I think you are a special woman." "I love you," she says, worried that she might frighten him away knowing his awful experiences with gold diggers. I smile longingly at her, my appetite for her whetted by the greeting. "Honey, Nikki, I feel something very deep about you." Leaning over I kiss her full lips, place my hand on her large breast, feeling it through the towel. Massaging it slowly and drilling ...

... my tongue into her mouth at the same time I begin to feel a soft touch on my cock. She has dropped her hand from under the towel and strokes my manhood. Slowly, totally from the top to bottom; at the top she circles my glans with her finger, wet with sweat caused by the heat. "Where did you learn to do that, Nikki?" I gasped. "From you, just now." I am totally in her power as she holds my cock. My hair trigger is not so easy to release, and she continues slowly. He is here. I am so on edge I was worried that he might be afraid of my invitation. I did something I have never done, throw myself on the mercy of a man I hardly knew. Please, please take the towel away. Touch me, rub me, kiss me all over. I slowly stroke his cock as he concentrates on my left breast cleaning the nipple with wet kisses and sucking. The wet noises rush to my center. The sauna is hot, but I feel my pussy leakage on my ass as it drips down between my cheeks. He pushes the towel lower down my body as I arch my hips upward, yearning for a touch, a kiss, some pressure on my cunt. Oh, stroke my cunt you beautiful soul, stroke me. My move signals assent, the towel goes away. I pull the towel off and trace my finger along her stomach lower, and lower until the tip mingles with the sopping wet hair of her pussy. I cannot tell yet whether she is wet from perspiration or if it is her female nectar. As I approach my goal, she spreads her legs and drops her left foot to the floor while raising her right knee. She ...