After driving almost 500 miles for the day, Ash and I decided to find a place for the night. Out in the dessert, we didn't have a lot to choose from, but I did manage to find a decent motel room that had a hot tub. We were both worn out from all the driving and intense sunlight, and very much in the mood to take a good soaking together.
Ash was a gorgeous BBW; 5'3" with silky shoulder length jet black hair and a humongous pair of knockers. She had a light complexion and her upper body was tastefully decorated with several artistic tattoos. And she wore a pair of glasses that underscored her optimal blend of intellect and sexiness. Despite our 19-year age difference, she and I had a very strong chemistry together and each encounter was a new adventure.
When I opened the door to our room, she walked in, slipped off her flip flops, and sat on the bed with her legs spread out. Meanwhile, I brought the suitcases in and sat cross legged on the bed, facing her. I set her feet on my thighs and gave each a thorough massage. Her body quickly became more relaxed and she lay down, resting her head on a pillow.
After several minutes, I raised her right foot to my face and began worshipping the sole; methodically and passionately kissing and licking it all over. But she craved something more. Rather than let me get carried away with sole worship and neglect the rest of her body, she smiled and pulled her foot back several inches from my face. As I reached out to get it, she quickly sat up, grabbed me by both arms, and pulled me down on top of her with both hands.
There we tightly embraced and our lips and tongues met with a long, passionate kiss. I caressed her back and hair and she rubbed her feet up and down my legs. As the speed and intensity of our tongues increased, I rolled her on top of me and slid my hands down to the bottom of her T shirt.
From there, I slowly put my hands under the shirt and gently glided them up her back until I got to her bra. I unsnapped it and then moved my forearms up until the bottom of her shirt was up to her arm pits. At that point, she raised her arms and I took the shirt off, then rolled her on her back and went to work on her knockers.
Each of those two mountains of flesh weighs probably about 20 lbs. and each requires two hands to hold it in place. I took turns massaging each while attempting to take the areola in my mouth and give the nipple a good tonguing.
Ash lay back, breathed deeply, and simply enjoyed the attention for several minutes. Then she slowly lifted up my T shirt, placed each of her thumbs inside my jeans, then moved her hands closer together until they met at the button. While I was still working her knockers, she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then started peeling off my jeans and underpants together, at which point I rolled over. When she had completely removed them, I took off my shirt and she slowly lay down between my legs, taking the shaft of my fuckstick in her left hand and my balls in her right hand.