Another step. My third, and I continue to be amazed and grateful for all of you and your kind words. You who have read the first two understand these things happened a while ago, about 18 months or so ago, and the dialog part is how I remember it, probably not exactly as it was. But otherwise, this should be pretty true to what happened. For you who are new to me, now YOU know too.
This one begins about 6 weeks after the last one. It's closing in on Valentine's day and after nearly two months with Paul, we are starting to know each other. He, of course, seemed to see into me almost from the first, but now we both have time with each other and experience that can transform sex into lovemaking. I think sometimes, people see submissive-dominance in terms of merely control and power and sex, but what I was learning with Paul, that it can be about something else, about trust, and about going to the depths of who we are.
I am a pleaser, and Paul saw that. He could have used me and abused me and I'd probably have still hung in there with him. But he didn't do that. Outside of our sex play, he always lifted me up, encouraged me to grow and be my own person. Anyone who saw us together in my hometown of Richmond probably thought we had a very equal kind or relationship. I'm the vibrant one and he's the quiet one. He lets me be professional, take the lead in social situations, and my girl friends all oohed and ahhed at how nice he was to me. They didn't know that on the nights we are going to see each other, he was already picking the lingerie I wore underneath, or that when we did something special, he chose my clothes. They had no idea that in bed, I felt, even in the couple of months together, that it was my place to please him. After ten years of a marriage where my ex could have cared less what I wore or did or looked like or offered him, Paul's enthusiasm and sense of adventure was exciting.
Paul planned a trip to the Gulf Coast, near Tampa, for Valentine's. Three days and two nights away in the warmth of Florida in February. Heaven! And heaven for another reason too. I had already picked up that when we went out of town, things were different. In town, I picked my clothes (except for what was underneath) and I tend towards the conservative. I fit right in in Richmond. Most of you would probably not look twice at me, just another forty couple year old working woman downtown. We never play or show off close to home. But twice now, first on New Years (which I wrote about earlier) and once a couple of weeks later, we had gone out of town and both times he dressed me sexier than I would ever do at home. I was on display, for him, and for men where ever we went out.
That I enjoyed it so much was a surprise to me. My southern girl roots didn't allow for that kind of behavior. My baptist upbringing told me that flaunting it was slutty, was wrong. Yet.... I had to admit I liked it. A lifelong wallflower, I was beginning to realize how much of sexiness is in the presentation and attitude. I liked having men look at me like that. I could get the thrill of it, and still have the safety of being Paul's woman, and knowing I'd be safe with him.
We got into Tampa late the night before Valentine's and picked up our rental car and he took me to the hotel. I was half excited already, just in anticipation. We got to the hotel, a nice place on the waterfront with balconies overlooking the Gulf. I remember there was a glow in the west where the sun was setting over the water. We were beat and flaked out totally, despite my excitement. When I woke up, Paul was on the balcony. I slipped on a robe and joined him. He patted his lap and I sat him it, I as I did, he parted the bottom part of my robe so my naked bottom was on his lap. I could feel his hard cock through his shorts. His hands slipped under my robe to my breasts.
There were a couple of people on the beach, just below us. They weren't paying attention, and a good thing as I gave myself to the feel of his hands cupping me, his fingers on my nipples. I was getting damp, then wet. He was kissing the back of my neck. It was all gentle and unrelenting, and I could feel that tenseness building inside me. I gave myself to his hands, to his touch. I don't think anyone was watching, but honestly, I don't know. I had my eyes closed and just enjoyed, feeling the orgasm slowly growing until it washed over me in a wave. I managed not to cry out, but it was hard.
But he wasn't done with me.
I felt his hands slide down my side to my hips. He urged me up and I lifted my bottom up and reached down with one hand, the other one holding the top of the robe closed. I reached down and found his cock, pulling it out from his loose shorts, and guiding it to me. I felt his cockhead pushing against me and let myself lower back down.
I may have been wet, but I was still tight and the feel of his cock as it went in all at once like that took my breath away. I was suddenly full of his hardness and he began to grind, slow and steady. I leaned back against him, careful to hold my robe, but feeling each of his hip pumps like something electric. I must not have come all the way down from my first orgasm because I felt another rising. How long did we sit there, his hips pushing his shaft into me, the angle stimulating me almost each time he pushed in. This time I could not help it. I felt the tension, I knew it was going to be big, almost too big. I told myself as it rose that I had to be quiet. I was in public, but when it came, I could not help myself, and a soft moan escaped as it washed over me. The sound of my uncontrollable moan must have done it for him, because I felt his hot cum at just that moment.
Had anyone who looked up known what we were doing, or did we just look like any other couple in robes, taking in the early morning sun on the gulf, I had no idea. I just enjoyed the aftershocks and he kept up his slow pumping, until I felt his cock losing it's hardness and finally slip out.
With that, we went back into the room. I thought we might shower together, but he guided me to the bed and I let the robe drop as I got on. He climbed next to me and we began to kiss. Guys, know this, a good kisser is the sexiest thing ever, and Paul is a great kisser. I don't know how long we kissed before he began to kiss his way down my body, down my neck, my shoulders, between my breasts, down my tummy, until he we between my legs, his lips and tongue were always active, always teasing, It had been a day or two since I had shaved and his lips and tongue seemed to stimulate me even more as they played against my clit and the short stubble. It felt electric. I began to whimper. Finally in the privacy of my own room, I could let myself go, which was good. I am a whimperer, moaner, at times I cry out, and after having to be so quiet on the balcony, the release of being able to let it out was wonderful.
I have no idea how long he kissed and licked kissed me, but it was a long time, The build up this time was super slow, but I could tell it was goint to be intense. As it got closer, I was whimpering again, think I was crying out "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." over and over. I was trying to hold it back, to let the pleasure last, but finally, there was no holding back. With a really loud "OH GOD!" it washed through me, an amazing, body wrenching orgasm that left me out of control, grinding my hips against his face. When it finished, I was spent, and it was still just late morning, But I was done. He climbed back next to me and I fell asleep spooned and content.
When I woke up he was gone. But there was a note on the table. "Your clothes are in the bathroom. See you at 7." I looked at the clock. It was four. Plenty of time.
