She had caught my eye at the conference, there was something about her that sparked an instant attraction There she was now, at the hotel bar, changed into a little black dress and simply irresistible. I buy her a drink. We chat. We flirt. My eyes drink in her thighs, her breasts tight against her dress. She knows I'm looking, leans forward to give me a better view.
"If you think that's good, you should see the view from my bedroom window," she says with a dirty wink.
Our drinks hit the bar and we sprint to the elevators. Our fingers brush as we wait, an electrical tingle sparking between us. The doors close behind us and we kiss hard, deep, passionately. Our tongues fight as our hands claw at each other. I can feel her skimpy thong under her dress, nothing but a tiny string at the back.
I slip my hand up and grab her smooth bare ass, squeezing it tight. She pulls her lips away and slides her dress off her shoulders. I need no second invitation and kiss her neck, her chest and then bury my face in her cleavage. We are urgent, passionate; her nipples hard in my mouth, her ass squeezed hard. The elevator stops, doors open. We stagger out, flushed and horny. She covers her breasts with her hands as I fumble with her key card, desperate to get into her room.
We stumble inside, our bodies unwilling to be apart for even a second. I flick the door closed with my foot, hands on her waist, my tongue fighting with hers deep inside her mouth. The city lights of Vancouver flicker across her skin, casting shimmering highlights in her blue hair as we kiss. We don't need the light on, we have our desire burning through our bodies.
I press June up against the wall, her arms round my neck, pulling me tight, my lips kissing her throat, making her moan gently. Her dress hangs around her waist, her full heavy breasts pushed hard against my chest. I can feel their warmth through my shirt, soft, tender and inviting.
I run my right hand up June's thigh, under her dress, and rest it between her legs. The thin triangle of her thong is soaked, wet with her lust. I can feel her heat and can resist no more. Two fingers pull the skimpy fabric to one side and slide straight in to her soaking wet pussy. June gasps as I plunge them in, feeling no resistance, just her wet, wanton yearning. My thumb rubs her clit through the thong as my fingers swirl inside her, feeling the smooth silkiness of her pussy walls, luxuriating in her wetness.
"Make me cum," moans June.
I gaze into her eyes and see the urgency, her hunger. This isn't time for romance, this is high school going to third base before someone catches us. I slip my sticky fingers out and start circling her clit, feeling her hard pearl respond to my touch. I rub faster and harder, slipping back between her lips to use her gushing juice as lube.
June's moans fill the room and tip me over the edge. Hungrily I move my mouth to her breast, tongue licking her nipple, lips sucking and pulling. I push her back hard against the wall, finger furiously working her clit. I alternate between pulling her hard nipple with my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. June's fingers are twisted in my hair, pushing my face onto her breast, her breathing becoming more ragged as her climax builds.
"Oh. Ohh. Ohh fuck, yessss!"
I feel her dam burst, her back arch and body tremble as she cums. She pulls my hair hard, lost in the waves of orgasm pulsing over her body. I hold her tight, her chest heaving against mine, drinking in her pleasure. We kiss. She smiles, takes my hand and leads me to her bed.
My fingers fumble at my shirt buttons, then at my belt; they have one purpose, get me naked as quick as possible. I fling away one sock, then the other, kick off my jeans and collapse on the bed. My cock is visibly straining against my trunks, a dark sticky circle revealing the extent of my arousal. June lifts her dress over her head, tosses it to one side and I gaze upon her voluptuous figure.
She stands there, the lights of Vancouver dancing over her skin, in her hold up stockings and tiny thong. She kneels on the bead and prowls forward on on all fours, holding my gaze, a tigress moving in on her prey. As she moves, I feel the weight of her breasts tracing up my belly, through my chest hair, so warm, so soft, so arousing. June's face reaches mine and I lean forward to kiss her. She places a finger on my lips and purrs
"Not yet Matt, I need you to do this for me."
She reaches forward and grabs the headboard, and slides herself forward and sits up, her stocking clad thighs straddling my head, her soaking wet thong rubbing against my face. Her scent fills my nose, and I instinctively know what I have to do.
