Unexpected Date - Sex Stories

Unexpected Date

My God… my whole body is on fire!

My legs are spread wide, shaking violently as my hands gripped the duvet, squeezing it as my knuckles turned white.

My eyes are squeezed tightly shut, making many spider wrinkles spread on the sides of my face.

My mouth is open in a big "O" as my silent scream of extreme pleasure races out, but I am frozen there, and no air is coming back in. I am cumming so hard.

The heart of my pleasure is pulsing as my lips swelled, flowering open, letting your long soft tongue fuck me in a slow and sensual rhythm, providing exquisite release from what has been the most incredible sexual experience of my life.

An hour ago, we did not know each other. We were having a drink, sitting beside one another at the lobby bar. You moved and touched me, sending a shock through me. I turned slightly, and instantly, my eyes locked on yours. You are older, but your beauty took my breath away, and my heart began to beat wildly. You were an angel, but I sensed you may be evil. I was quickly overtaken by lust for you.

It was an odd feeling, one that I had never experienced before. I had difficulty breathing, and a light sweat broke out on my forehead.

I tried to speak, but the cotton in my mouth would not allow it, even after a gulp that finished my second apple martini.

You knew instantly and placed a hand on my bare thigh, lightly stroking it, teasing the soft skin of my sensitive inner thigh. Then, being bolder, I felt your finger slide under my ...

... short skirt, barely touching me through my thin, lacy, and very wet thong.

I shudder and try to swallow, but it is hard, and I gulp the third martini you ordered for me. I wanted to lean over and kiss you, but your fingers distracted me as they traced up and down the crease you made, pushing the lace between my swelling lips.

I reach down and grip your wrist, trying to stop the incredible sensation that will make me cum sitting at the bar. I hold your hand, pulling it up, placing your finger against your lips, letting you taste my sweetness.

I look at the bartender. Her blue eyes watch us as she chews on her painted pink lips, totally distracted from her job. She longs to be with us, to partake in what I have offered you.

Suddenly, two new drinks sat beside each other, followed by, "On the house!"

The instant magnetism I felt between us was like nothing I had ever experienced. When you leaned over and kissed me, the electricity that shot through me made me melt, almost puddling onto the floor. I was yours without a word being spoken.

You gulped down your drink and wrote your room number and "All Night" on a napkin, sliding it along with a hundred on the bar. I watched the bartender, Beth, the name on her tag, as I quickly finished my fourth drink, smiling and thinking maybe later.

You leaned in and kissed me hard as you rushed me off the stool, leading me out of the bar to the lift. I followed like a young puppy to a feeding. The only thing missing was a ...