Sixty-five, But Who’s Counting (Ch 4) - Sex Stories

Sixty-five, But Who’s Counting (Ch 4)

... was kneading my left ass cheek.

I’m not sure what I expected, but the penthouse suite was over the top. The elevator opened directly into a foyer. The entry floor was black and white twenty-four-inch marble tiles. The space was illuminated by an oversized chandelier. Modern art covered the walls.

The living space spanned most of the tenth floor. Was this really a Holiday Inn?

I must have been in a trance, perhaps slack-jawed, as Trish touched my cheek and added, “Earth to Tate.”

Trish grabbed my hand and led me in a non-direct path toward double French doors. She pointed to the carefully vacuumed, peach-colored plush rug in the center of the room; adding, “Your footprints would be hard to explain.”

Trish got to work once we crossed the threshold of the bedroom. She pivoted to my front and cupped the top of my towel with both hands. She stood up on her tiptoes and initiated our first kiss. Before bringing her mouth to mine, she teased my lips with the tip of her tongue. I extended mine to meet hers. I could taste the Meyers and bitters of the rum punch she had chugged a few minutes earlier.

Trish sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her full lips met mine. I closed my eyes and nearly swooned. She was that kinda hot.

She obviously wanted me naked. While still in mid-kiss, she released the overlapped beach towel, allowing it to fall to the wood-planked floor. While still in her clinch, I scooted and kicked it away from my feet. The last thing I wanted was to ...

... trip and fracture my favorite bone.

Trish switched her hands to my pecs. She teased, then lightly pinched each nipple. I took a deep breath. She looked up and briefly smiled. She lowered her mouth to my hardened nipples, sucking and biting each in turn.

I was in full hard-on mode, my meat compressed between my belly and her chest. It needed some basting, STAT.

I put both hands on the top of her head and applied slight downward pressure. She got the message. While dipping downward; she kissed and licked and bit her way to my cock.

Trish was on her knees, my cock at her eye level. She fisted my meat with both hands. I noticed her tiny fingers could not approximate around its veiny girth.

She looked up with an innocent prom-date expression on her face. “Tell me what you want.”

“Trish, lick my balls and cock. Then I want you to beg me to allow you to suck it. I want you to look me in the eye as you deep-throat my dick.”

Trish was a quick study. She adjusted her hands; the left hand sliding up the shaft to just below the head and the right, grabbing my left ass cheek. While pulling my cock up toward my navel, she leaned down slightly and began licking just behind my scrotum. I pulled a nearby side chair closer and hiked my right foot up onto its seat. This gave Trish near unobstructed access to my stones and schlong.

My little slut began licking well into my taint and then to my surprise, started to rim my pucker with the very tip of her tongue.

I enjoyed ...