As Soon As I Saw Him - Sex Stories

As Soon As I Saw Him

... of. Lying naked on my bed, I imagined Tony watching me as I ran my hands over my hard little nipples, my flat tummy, and then my sex, as I moved my legs far apart. I had been getting a Brazilian wax for years because I hated to fool with the fear of hair showing when wearing my bathing suit, and besides, Jim had loved it. Just touching myself and thinking of Tony had me so very wet already, and I was moving my bottom in a rocking motion wanting something inside me to satisfy my need. Oh, just touching the dildo to my hole got it so wet, and I could run it up and down my slit, teasing myself with the thought of where it was going. Wishing I had a mirror on the ceiling or wall, I slowly eased the cock inside my pussy, holding my lips open with one hand, pushing it all the way in until it could go no further. At least as I pulled it out and pushed it in, I could imagine Tony watching me and dropping his clothes on the floor to squeeze his already hard cock. In and out, I couldn't believe how quickly I was ready to cum just from imagining Tony standing there seeing how wet and pink my hole was. Watching me as I fucked myself with one hand and ran my finger round and around my clit with the other. Then he would come to the bed and take over. Wow! I couldn't stop after I came the first time, and had several little climaxes following, something that hadn't happened in so many years. At last, after what seemed like an age, the day came. When I arrived at the hotel, I went straight to ...

... my room. When I say room, I suppose you will all imagine a standard hotel bedroom, but to my utter surprise I discovered that Tony had booked me into a luxury suite, with a separate living room in addition to a bedroom with a luxurious king sized bed. There was a vase of roses on the table, and two champagne flutes on a little tray with a little note card signed by Tony, expressing the hope that our weekend together might be just the beginning of lovely times to come. There was also a neatly printed card welcoming me on behalf of the organizers, and telling me that I would find a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator courtesy of Mr. Alexander. About fifteen minutes later there was a ring on the telephone. I lifted the handset. It was Tony, asking me if everything was okay. I thanked him effusively, and said that it was very nice indeed, and far more than I had expected. “Nonsense,” he replied, “a special lady should be given the very best, and I hope that once the formalities are over, we will be able to enjoy the opportunity to get to know each other very much better in comfort. I will leave you now to get ready, and I will call to pick you up in an hour's time.” I quickly unpacked, admiring the purchases I had made earlier in the week. After all the years with poor Jim being so ill I had not shopped for anything in ages, but I felt like a woman coming out of a bad dream. I hung up a very stylish little black dress, and on another hanger a delicious negligee in pale green ...