Meeting again in New Orleans
It was 9:30 pm. She was looking across the room, scanning
the crowd for him. The room was filled with the usual industry
people that filled the room with their usual mindless industry
babble. She couldn?t seem to focus on what the gentleman
standing in front of her was saying. Something about what
a big swinging dick trader he was. He kept looking at her
breasts, which her cocktail dress showed off to advantage.
She liked the way they looked, tanned, heavy, but not too
large, with nice shape to them. She liked the way all the
men noticed them, especially when she dressed provocatively
like she was tonight. She had dressed especially for that
certain someone tonight, but he wasn?t here yet. Getting
impatient, she scanned the room once more. She wasn?t in
the mood to stay much longer. She saw him as he entered the
room with some other people. He was searching the faces
of the crowd as he walked over to the bar. He saw her and she
immediately felt that rush of anticipation as his face
lit up, with happiness at seeing her again. It had been so
long since they had last been together. It seemed like forever
as he made his way from the bar through the crowd to her. Stopping
now and again to talk with different people in the crowd
along the way, trying not to make it seem too obvious that
he was making a beeline right for her. She turned and refocused
on the conversation with the big swinging dick. He was saying
something about a boat and would she like to go sailing sometime.
She teased him jokingly about what would they be doing on
a boat all day just to get him going. She wanted to have this
conversation really going by the time He got over to her.
She knew he was making his way to her and would ignore him
until he joined her. She knew this unbalanced him, but loved
to tease him like that. She didn?t want him to know how much
he got to her, and enjoyed giving a little back too.
He finally arrived at her side, she turned as though she
hadn?t seen him earlier and didn?t know he was there. They
greeted each other in their restrained ?in an industry
group? hug, and kissed each other on the cheek. His hand
stole a soft caress of her neck. She loved the sensuous feel
of it, and immediately felt herself getting wet. She really
wanted him tonight.
They talked with Mr. Big Swinging Dick until; He had had
enough, about two or three minutes. He was being patient
tonight, then he took her by the arm and said, and I really
need to talk to you about something important. After the
usual parting pleasantries with Mr. Big Swinging Dick,
He steered her away over by the window where they could talk.
?Let?s blow out of here, now? he said. He was obviously as
impatient as she was. She wanted to tease him some more by
insisting on staying, but it had been too long since he had
held her in his arms, and she needed to feel him around her,
safe, strong and incredibly sensuous. ?Whatever!!? she
said as they made their way to the door.
They made their way back to the hotel, walking along the
evening streets of New Orleans. Drinking in the sights
and sounds of the streets and each other, laughing and talking,
arm in arm. They walked through the lobby of the Hotel, oblivious
to other people around them, and stepped into a waiting
elevator. There was no one else in the elevator and as soon
as the doors closed, he kissed her softly on her lips. His
hands caressed the back of her neck and her throat. She felt
his cock rising against her belly and she pushed against
him. She was so wet now. She wanted him inside her right now.
His fingers palmed her ass, then pulled up her sheer dress.
His hands were on her ass and his fingers slid over her pussy
lips from behind, from her clit, separating her lips, dipping
into her wet hole, then over her ass. It was exquisite. Her
tongue sought his, and they played like that for what seemed
like forever, tongues caressing one another, while his
fingers slid in and out of her pussy. They could both smell
her musk in the elevator and it made them both even hornier.
?I want to eat you? he whispered as the elevator slowed.
?You?ll have to fuck me first? was her reply. She couldn?t
wait to have his super hard, long cock in her and would even
give up having his tongue all over her until she was satisfied
with his cock. They separated as the elevator doors opened,
then made their way to her room. She unlocked the door and
they entered the room. He turned and locked the door, then
took her in his arms and pushed her against the wall, straining
his hard cock against her and kissing her passionately,
telling her how much he loved her, how he missed her and how
he wanted to make love to her, slowly, passionately, all
over. Her hands traveled immediately to his belt. She urgently
undid it, then the button on his pants, then the zipper.
His pants dropped around his ankles. She slipped her fingers
inside the elastic band of his shorts, and caressed the
head of his cock. It was already slimy with pre-come. She
loved the slippery feel of it; hard, proud and velvety smooth.
She stroked it and felt his wetness all over her hands. She
put her fingers to her mouth and tasted him. She loved the
way he tasted.
His hands slid the spaghetti thin straps of her dress off
her shoulders and unzipped the back of her dress. It fell
to the floor and she kicked it away. As usual, she wasn?t
wearing any panties. The strapless bra was next. Her breasts
fell free. They were perfect to him, always. They were beautifully
shaped. He felt their weight in his hands, holding each
one in each hand, while caressing the nipples with his thumbs.
She slid her hands around his ass and pulled his exposed
cock to her belly. The softness of their skins made each
of them gasp as his cock slid against her bare belly. He bent
his knees so that his cock could slide over her pussy and
clit. Her lips parted and he could feel her wetness coating
the length of his shaft as he slid it between them. Her voice
had that huskiness as she moaned softly and deeply. He had
her pressed against the wall, his hands all over her body.
She was on fire. She never wanted anything so badly as she
wanted his hard cock in her right at that moment. She lifted
her leg and felt his cock catch on the outside of her asshole,
then detour into her slippery pussy. She felt every inch
of him as he slowly imbedded himself into her. When he had
penetrated her as far as he could, she could feel his entire
length within her. She could feel his velvet head against
the end of her. His fingers were all over her pussy around
his cock, feeling her wetness, rubbing it all around them
both, then up to her asshole. She couldn?t stop shaking.
He was talking softly in her ear, talking nasty, but she
couldn?t hear what he was saying, just his warm voice getting
her off together with his cock and hard body. She raised
her other leg and wrapped both around his hips. Her weight
drove her down even more onto his cock. She had forgotten
exactly how hard he always got and she reveled on the feeling
of him in her pussy. He started sliding his cock in and out
slowly always grinding his pubic bone over her clit when
he was all the way in, impaling her on the wall. She was loosing
it, almost sobbing with pleasure, giving her throaty ?oh
baby? that told him she was almost there. She exploded in
orgasm, shaking, her cervics spasming against the tip
of his cock like a second pair of lips, coaxing him to come.
He kept pounding into her. Through her orgasmic haze she
could feel the head of his cock getting even harder. She
was sucking him into her pussy with each stroke, shaking
and moaning, becoming one with his cock, wanting all of,
almost punishing it with her pussy in her frenzy. His breathing
became short laboured gasps, she could feel his hard body
tensing. His hands squeezing her ass, fingers all over
her asshole, he was so ready. She felt him spurt deep inside
her, her cervics lips frantically licking him, while her
pussy squeezed. He bucked and pumped and lost himself in
her. His whole universe became his cock, pumping madly
inside her soapy pussy.
They held each other, shaking against the wall. She could
feel their mingled wetness all over her thighs and ass.
His cock stayed rock hard and she knew it was going to be another
one of their glorious long nights together. She had no strength
left and he slowly lowered her legs to the floor, while keeping
his cock in her. They stood shaking and looking into each
other?s eyes, his hands caressing her face. His eyes, kind,
smiling and holding her image there. His love for her mirrored
through his eyes, so calm, strong, determined, passionate
and caring, like no other man had ever looked at her. She
felt overwhelmed, but so safe and calm in his eyes, almost
like being in the eye of a hurricane.
He lifted her off his cock and took her by the hand over to
the bed, and lay down together, holding each other. He propped
his head up on his hand to look at her. His other hand softly
caressed her body, both of them feeling the electricity
jump from her skin to his fingertips. His fingers barely
touching her as they gently passed over her face, her cheeks,
her forehead, nose, mouth and throat. She loved the way
she could feel the depth and infinite love for her in the
way he touched her. His fingers explored her like they had
never known her before. She could see the exquisite pleasure
this gave him. Just lying together, safe, calm and so deeply
in love. His fingers softly brushed her nipple, causing
it to thicken and stretch toward his touch, almost like
a flower turning toward the sun. He played with it gently,
while he kissed her lips, then let his tongue explore for
hers. Their tongues delicately fenced like that, while
his hand ventured down to her navel and played with her belly
ring, then slowly traced a line teasingly down to her beautifully
shaped mound. He dipped his finger into her wetness again,
then slowly spread their slippery soup across her clit
and over her pussy lips. She moved her hips in sync with the
tempo of his fingers. Feeling her excitement spreading
throughout her body once again, he shifted onto his hands
and knees. His tongue retracing the route his fingers had
just traversed over her body, stopping to linger over both
nipples to tease their tautness again, then toying with
her belly ring, then with little kisses moving down to her
mound. He kneeled between her legs and with his fingers
opened her lips. He always loved the way she looked. She
had the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. He could never
tire of looking at it. He bent down and slid his tongue the
length of her, her lips parting to let his tongue pass by,
then up to her clit. As his tongue slid softly over it she
gave a little breathless gasp. Her body shook. He could
taste her and smell her. She had the most beautiful musk,
so sensual, so delicate. However he tried to describe it
in his mind, he couldn?t do it justice. All he knew was he
wanted his mouth all over her, wanted to taste her juices,
feel her straining to push herself against his mouth and
tongue. He loved pleasuring her like this. It was his special
gift for her.
She looked down at him, holding his ears, ready to pull him
up and into her when his incessant tongue got too much. She
could see his tongue darting and feel it flicking into her
pussy and over her clit. She could see his hard swollen cock
swinging upright between his legs as he bent down to taste
her once again. She loved the feel of his tongue and mouth
all over her. She loved how he played her like a fine musical
instrument, until he found her natural resonance, which
made her explode in orgasm. She loved the feel of his hard
body as he strained into her with his beautiful, long, super
hard cock. She wanted to fuck him over and over all night
long.
His tongue glided over her clit once again, making her shudder,
while at the same time his fingers slid into her slick pussy.
She was so wet down there with their combined juices. While
his tongue danced with her clit, his fingers buttered her
ass hole. She felt one of his fingers sliding into it. She
opened for it and it slid in effortlessly. She could feel
it inside her moving slowly in and out. She started to move
in time with it. His tongue picked up the rhythm and soon
they were lost again in a sexual slow dance. . .
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