John had been waiting for this day for months......and the day had finally come. The day Tammy had promised to meet him at his hotel room at the edge of town. He had played the scenario over and over in his mind several times, and each time the fantasy became more detailed, more elaborate-----more naughty------until it had gotten to the point where her name couldn't pop up on the Messenger or John couldn't look at her photo without feeling an involuntary spasm in his jeans. It was torture, and the waiting for her to arrive was even more so.
He was already in the room, and the door was unlocked----and although Tammy wasn't due to arrive for another thirty minutes, John's mind was racing. All the teasing, all the chatting-----what was to come had his nerves on fire. He felt like a man of 20 again, and he couldn't wait to show it to her.
Out of boredom and nervousness, John peeled his clothes off and made a quick jump into the shower. He wanted everything to be perfect, and besides----the rush of a cool shower should help to cool him off. He lathered his body----soap suds cascading down his chest and waist-----trying not to think of Tammy's sexy figure------when an unexpected noise could be heard over the hiss of the shower. The second noise was much more easily identified---the unmistakable impact of clothes hitting the floor. He could hardly turn around, even as the shower curtain slid open. Delicate footsteps touched the floor of the tub, and gentle fingertips touched his shoulderblades.
"Would you like some help with that," whispered a voice, gently and passionately.
John's dropped his washcloth, and it fell with a wet splat across her feet. She laughed at his nervousness, and John could only reply with a shy smile----but the shyness quickly evaporated as he took in her beauty......standing there is a long t-shirt that covered her to just below the pubic area, but quickly becoming transparent with hot water that revealed her swelling nipples. John inhaled sharply....he was already her slave.
A few seconds of electric silence passed, and then John leaned in to kiss her. His lips were hungry and devouring, as if he hadn't been fed in years. He squeezed her tight, and she noted with a quiet satisfaction that sheer weight and power of his completely erect cock pressed tightly against her stomach. It was the one physical reaction that was very tough to fake.
They kissed some more, hot water splashing between them, and Tammy's hands were unexpectedly gripping tight around John's cock. His head reeled back at the touch, his eyes slammed shut, and he moaned happily ....no one had touched him like this in so long, and he had dreamed about her hands and body for so many weeks.....the more he groaned, the more he kept one hand balanced against the side of the shower for balance....the more she seemed intent on making this evening a night to remember.
After a few moments of her attentions, his cock began to swell and pulse......she knew that he was close, and she seemed focused on treating him---because she knew that he would be more than happy to return the favor as he was recovering.....
Without warning, Tammy knelt down, and teasingly slid her lips around the head of his cock.....all it took was a few moments of her mouth to send him over the edge. John's shoulders slammed against the back of the shower and he howled in pleasure as six jets of warm cum shot across her fingertips, across her back and over her shoulders.......and for a beautiful moment, she had him paralyzed with an ecstatic bliss.
John turned the water off and peeled her soaked shirt off of her, and quickly cupped her breasts in his hands, tasting each warm nipple in his mouth, before kissing her again. The kiss remained unbroken for five minutes-----for five full minutes, he dried her and himself off with a large blue towel, lead her back to the bedroom, and laid her down on the bed----never breaking lip contact the entire time. By the time Tammy was sprawled across the bed again, her lover was already stiff again.
"Okay, now that I've recovered the ability to speak again," John laughed, "I think it's time for you to get comfortable...."
With a smile, she closed her eyes, and John began to crawl around her body on the bed, doing his best to send shivers up her spine------when he kissed the side of her neck, his fingertips were gently running across her belly. When he began to kiss her ears, his fingertips would stroke her shoulders and arms. He began to kiss and lick her shoulders, while his fingers would pass quietly over her nipples....and when he got to her nipples, his fingers would run her knees and thighs......he was slowly going lower, stimulating everything that could possibly be enjoying his attentions. Every time he crossed over her body, she felt his cock and balls drag across her----he wanted to hear her moan for him. He wanted to hear her appreciation for his touches....
Her legs had been dangling off the side of the bed, and by the time he seated himself on a stool at the edge of the bed, her pussy was already glistening with excitement. He lifted her legs in the air and rested her knees over his shoulders-----and with a very satisfied lick of his lips-----he began to nuzzle his face across her thighs. He began with kisses on her thighs, while his fingers ran across her ribcage and began to massage the sides of her breasts, just below the armpits.
After a few moments of this, he began gently licking the petals of her pussy.....the lips were already blooming, and John began to stroke her slit from top to bottom with his tongue, taking great care not to touch the clit just yet----it needed to be excited, and awoken , and although her clit was more than awake at this point, John knew that these things had to be taken in stages....
