The Interview - Sex Stories

The Interview

... sexiest hotel in town. I smiled, running my hand up the curve of his inner thigh. &#034Let's get some clothes on,&#034 he said, tugging my bra together over my naked breasts and fastening it. &#034So we can get upstairs and take them off again.&#034 I nodded slowly as he dressed me, buttoning my shirt and putting my panties back on. Then he helped me into my jacket and tugged my shirt down, smoothing it modestly. I zipped up his pants and made sure everything looked nice. Just then Virginia opened the door for us. &#034Thank you, Virginia,&#034 said Richard as we got out. &#034Nice smooth ride.&#034 &#034I'm glad to hear that,&#034 she said, smiling. I ran my eyes over her beautiful legs under those fishnets; I wondered just how often Richard had her get into the back seat. Thinking about that as I watched her get in and drive away, I felt Richard's hand sliding down to touch my ass through my leather skirt. Chapter 7 The room was gorgeous, it had steps leading down into a beautiful lounging area with a plush carpet that just begged to be fucked on. And up higher was an enormous round bed with lots of room for lots of people. There was a hot tub in a tiny cubicle to one side; Richard mentioned that we'd use it later when we needed to relax for another round. &#034I thought I'd take a look at those pictures,&#034 he said as we moved toward the bed. &#034I want to know what to expect out of you.&#034 I smiled. We stood, five or so feet apart, and he watched intently as I took ...

... off my jacket. &#034Don't stop,&#034 he said as I dropped the jacket on the floor. &#034I love to see a woman strip for me. And I'm dying to see you in that bra and garter belt.&#034 I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, letting him savor the knowledge that I was doing a striptease for him. I peeled the shirt away from my breasts; the push-up demi-bra held my tits at a perfect angle; I knew how gorgeous they looked. The lace came halfway up my tits, curving sensuously around my nipples. I dropped the shirt on the floor and slowly unzipped my skirt; I climbed out of that and stood, displaying myself to him. His eyes ran slowly up and down, taking in my long, flowing blonde hair, my large breasts with their erect, hard nipples, my smooth belly, my curvaceous hips with that gorgeous black lace garter belt and my g-string panties, which barely hid anything but just begged to be slipped off. And my fishnets, Stephanie had told me how much Richard loved fishnets, and they turned me on, too. I could see that his cock was already hard, bulging against his pants. I turned slowly around, bending slightly so he could see my ass through the tightly-stretched string panties. &#034Like it?&#034 I asked. &#034I love it,&#034 he said. He snuggled up behind me and I felt his cock pressing against my ass. He took hold of the panties and eased them slowly down, peeling the soaked material away from my wet cunt. I let him take my panties off, down the slope of my legs again. I smiled and giggled as he ...