Mid-Week Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Mid-Week Rendezvous

I follow you into the hotel room. Your body radiates beauty; your turquoise, chiffon, off the shoulder mini dress hugs your curves perfectly. Walking towards the window, you casually throw the room keys onto the chair. Turning around, you place your hands on the sill, and your bare shoulders seem to shimmer like marble in the sunlight. I can’t get enough of you. Adrenalin is racing through my body and nerving endings feel like they are charged with electricity. I don't want this moment to end. I can't help but stare in awe at your beauty. All I can think of is how lucky I am to have you in my life. I slowly walk towards you, our eyes locked in an intimacy that makes it hard for me to breathe, and I kiss you gently on the lips. They are so soft and full of colour. Your hand runs through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. I bring my hands up to the hem of your dress and start lifting it up. Letting my fingers trace gently over your body as I go. I pull back from kissing you just long enough to pull it over your head. As it drops to the floor, I start kissing your neck and your shoulders, slowly following your bra strap down to your breasts. I lean down and, through the lacy material, blow my warm breath onto your nipple. As I warm it up, a soft moan escapes your lips. Then wetting my finger with my saliva I make the lace wet around it and blow gently, cooling it, watching your nipple harden as I do so. Another soft moan, escapes from your lips. Your nipples are now so ...

... hard, they are pressing up against the confines of your bra. “Good things come to those that wait, go and sit on the bed,“ you whisper seductively but sternly. I watch transfixed as your hands run down your body until they reach the waistband of your lace thong. A gasp escapes my lips as you let it drop from your body, revealing your freshly shaven, smooth pussy.Your outer lips are already wet and swollen, and your juices have already begun to trickle down the inside of your silky thighs. You smile as you unclip your bra letting it fall to the floor. Your perfectly formed, firm breasts quiver, your nipples are pink and hard. Seeing your beautiful form makes me harder than I have ever felt been before. Slowly you walk towards me; spasms of excitement are already making my body shake as your eyes force mine to stay locked with yours. You crawl on all fours past me; your body is so low your nipples caress the sheets. You reach the head of the bed and grasp the metal bed frame, and arching your back, you turn your head back towards me. “Come on, darling, caress me with your hands and tongue and take me over the edge,” you beg. There is an urgency in your tone. I move up behind you, gentle caressing your firm arse cheeks. My hands run smoothly over your defined curves. Slowly but firmly I push you into the bed. My chest is now pressed against your taught, toned frame, and you tremble under me in anticipation. A low moan escapes from you as I bite the nape of your neck. My tongue ...