"You left a cab waiting with the meter running and the plane was an hour late?" "No, it's a long story, the meter isn't running", I responded."You left a cab waiting with the meter running and the plane was an hour late?" "No, it's a long story, the meter isn't running", I responded. After what seemed like an eternity we arrived at the hotel. It was nicely appointed and in the Buckhead section. Two double beds and chilled California Chardonnay compliments of my counterpart in Atlanta. The card said "Happy Birthday". This trip is actually a business trip for me but you wanted to come help me celebrate so we agreed to meet on Friday night and party till Sunday afternoon when I officially had to be there. So far except for the kiss at the airport and some infrequent hand holding in the cab we have not been very affectionate and I'm beginning to think we may have to find alternative methods of amusement. At last you drop you bag and squeeze me tight. I hug you back and the kiss I have been waiting for becomes a reality. You nuzzle my neck and I hear you say, "so that's what Shalimar smells like? I love it." More kisses and you lift me up and turn me so my back is facing the bed. We seem to fall backwards in slow motion, you still holding me very tightly. I feel your weight press against me and your hand caresses my breast, softly and lovingly. We kiss more passionately and I feel your hand touch my leg, lifting my dress and rubbing against my pantyhose. I know you're checking to see if I acquiesced to your request, and yes, lover, I did cut the crotch from the pantyhose! You move very quickly down to the end of the bed, pressing my legs apart and using both hands rip the nylons away and suddenly bury your face in my pussy. I feel your tongue tease my clit and then probe my lips. Your finger stimulates my clit further as you press your warm tongue inside me. You position my legs over your shoulders and I run my fingers through your hair as you take me to that special place. I feel a powerful orgasm rip at my sanity and give into the feeling entirely. You continue your attentions and I know I will be at your mercy until you decide I've had enough. My hips thrust forward and my breathing becomes very sporadic as the waves crash over me again and again. Animal sounds are filling my throat and I cannot even remember where we are. Please lover, please. The word stop will not come. You press even deeper into me and suck at the juices you have caused to flow from me. |