Picture this... taking a drive up to the mountains sharing a great meal at a restaurant with an amazing view... a few margaritas (tequila does great things for me!) Overall, a great start to a wonderful night, we climb in my car... you drive because I'm scared of the cliffs... you find a romantic secluded spot for us to park. There is Christmas music playing on the radio. I snuggle up next to you 'cause I'm cold; my Florida blood hasn't yet adjusted to the temperature change. You wrap your arm around me and pull me closer, whispering in my ear that you know a way I can warm up.
I feel your breath on my neck, then your lips caressing the skin between my neck and ear. I lean further into you, turning so that I'm facing you, my head still tilted so you can continue to kiss my neck... a shiver runs through my body when I feel your tongue on my skin. My right hand finds the back of your neck and pulls your face to mine. You pause for an instant and look at the desire in my eyes... the need I have for you to kiss me, you smile and lean into my mouth. My lips part as my breath is taken away... I turn my head and feel your tongue enter my mouth... softly pushing against my own. We kiss like two teenagers kissing for the first time, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. You can still taste the margarita I finished before we left the restaurant.
As we continue to kiss your hand finds its way to edge of my shirt. Slowly, you slide your cold hand beneath and feel my soft skin... your fingers continue to travel, finding the soft lace of my bra. I press into you and your hand is cupping my breast... gently massaging it. You peel down the cup of my bra to expose my nipple... it is there hard, wanting to be touched. With the palm of your hand you lightly rub circles on the tip of my nipple... I shudder. You feel my nipple growing harder... you want it in your mouth. You pull away from our passionate kiss and slide your face to my breast. A light lick of my nipple, circles around its base... then you take it in your mouth... sucking on it. I moan. My hand is on the back of your head... I pull you into me, your face smashed against my breast. You feel my leg move as I'm trying to climb on top of your lap, but the front seat is too compact. You stop me and ask me to climb in the back seat with you.
I join you in the back seat, you kiss me hard. One of my hands is on your chest the other lightly running my fingers through your hair. My leg is between yours and I feel a slight nudge against my thigh. The hand I have on your chest starts to slide down ... all the while we're kissing like it is the only thing that will save the world from destruction. My hand slides over your pants to find the hardness that is now throbbing against my leg. I feel it... I gently massage your cock through your pants... we both want more.
Meanwhile you have continued to fondle my breasts... they are both now exposed, my shirt pulled to the sides and the cups of my red lace bra pulled down. It feels so good. You pull away from our kiss, kiss my neck, my collar bone, my chest, and then I feel your tongue in my cleavage. You lick me from my cleavage to the tip of my left nipple, massaging the tip of my nipple between your lips. I'm arching my head back, loving the feel of your mouth on my body. While my head is arched back I see an approaching light... I sit upright and pull my shirt over my exposed breasts. You ask what's wrong as there is a tap at the window of my fogged over car.
"Everything alright in there?... you kids need to move on, this isn't a hotel."
We both laugh. Making sure neither of us are exposed we jump out of the car and into the front seat. "Speaking of hotels?..." I ask coyly. You smile and start the car. As we drive down the mountain, we have to ride with the windows down so we can see. The wind in my hair feels great, but I get cold very quickly. You crank up the heat, and roll up the windows. I smile at you and lean over to thank you with a kiss on the cheek. We laugh and talk, and sing badly along to the Christmas songs as we drive to the hotel.
We arrive at the hotel, you check in quickly and escort me to the door of our room... your hand on my back, I turn into you and your hand slides to my ass, you quickly drop the card key in the door slot and turn the handle... You pull me against your body, I can feel your breath on my neck as you move in to kiss me below my ear... your other hand locks the door and flips a dim light on, casting our shadows on the wall.
You lead me to a couch in the first room we enter. I feel you slip your hand from my ass the button of my jeans. You unbutton them, then lower the zipper. I help you slide them down, they drop to the floor. Your hand feels smooth as it slides up my calves, my thighs. Both of your hands are on the skin of my back (under my shirt) you slide them gently down brushing my skin with your fingertips, you hesitate as you feel the red lace of my panties... your urge is to tear them off, but the lace is delicate against your strong hands. You slide your fingers between the panties and my skin and slowly shimmy them down my legs.
I'm standing breathless before you, just looking at the way you move. You ease me down on to the couch and push the coffee table away in one movement. You are on your knees now. Again I feel your hands on my legs... this time they move to my inner thighs slowly moving closer to the Holy Land. I'm watching your face... you smile as you feel me already wet. You pull my body closer to you, forcing my legs apart -- straddling your chest as you kiss the nape of my neck again. Feeling your tongue on my skin sends another shiver through my spine... you lay me back against the couch.
Although I'm still wearing my shirt, you brush your face down my chest and stomach, feeling the soft fabric against your cheek, nose and mouth. You raise my sweater and look at me. I smile seeing how you think I'm beautiful... without you saying a word I know it... I can see it in your eyes and the boyish grin on your face.
Although the light is still dim, you can see a glisten off of the wetness you've already made me produce. You lean your head into my thighs, licking and kissing them as you go, I can feel you spelling words into my skin with your tongue... closer and closer you get to my pussy... I feel you lick the crease where my leg joins it... you brush your lips over my slit, but with very little pressure... I arch my back, wanting more.