Doug and Amy exited the hotel elevator arm in arm. Tonight was the final night of their weekend in Savannah. Doug had promised her an exciting weekend away, and he had certainly not disappointed. A wonderful dinner at a Michelin-rated restaurant was followed by dancing and drinks at the local hot spot.
Her feet aching, Amy carried her heels in her hand as Doug passed his keycard over the magnetic door reader. Amy entered the room first.
It was a one-bedroom suite, with a view looking out over the Savannah River and into South Carolina. This past Friday was the first of the month, and the pair made love in front of the window that exploded with light and sound as the city performed their monthly fireworks display.
As soon as she heard the door close, Amy turned and forced Doug back against it. Her lips were on his instantly, and their tongues probed each other's mouths with increasing intensity. Amy started to unbutton his shirt as she pulled it out of his pants. Meanwhile, Doug' hand moved down to Amy's thigh, slowly caressing her leg. His other hand went to the base of her neck, unfastening the hook at the top of her dress with a dexterity that surprised even him. Without missing a beat, he took hold of the zipper and slowly unzipped the dress until it stopped at the small of her back. With a simple shrug of her shoulders the dress fell to the ground. She was wearing a black cupless bra that accentuated her lovely breasts. A matching garter was around her waist, connected to a pair of thigh-high black hose.
Doug eased her back so that he could take in the beautiful sight before him. Amy took a few steps back and flashed a pose.
"Damn, you look beautiful," Doug said.
Amy smiled a devilish grin, and a hint of red appeared on her cheeks.
"Why thank you. You're pretty good looking yourself."
Doug didn't speak again, but he took her by the hand and led her to the large sofa in the living room. He then turned her so that she faced him.
"Finish undressing me."
Amy didn't respond, but got to work unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. She removed it effortlessly, then pulled the white shirt up and off of him. Doug kicked his shoes off into the corner. They bounced off of the wall, and they both let out a laugh.
Amy then turned her attention to his pants. She unfastened his belt and pulled it through the loops of his pants, dropping it to the floor. She was working so hard at the button on his pants that she popped it off. It fell to the floor as she stifled a laugh.
"Oops," she chuckled.
She worked his pants and underwear down to his ankles, and Doug stepped up with each foot to allow her to remove them completely.
Amy turned around and lifted her hair, allowing Doug access to the straps of her bra. He quickly unsnapped them and threw the bra into the open doorway of the bedroom. She turned back around, and they stood facing each other.
Doug reached up and cupped her wonderful breasts in his hands. Amy's eyes closed and she let out a soft sigh as she enjoyed the sensations that his hands caused. He squeezed her breasts softly, then more firmly. He ran his fingers in slow circles around her nipples, and they responded accordingly. Doug bent down slightly and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked it slowly between his lips, and held it firmly in his mouth while his tongue flicked and darted over and around it. His hand softly pinched the nipple on her other breast, and Amy reached down and took Doug' growing cock in her hand. She felt Doug' breathing quicken as she gripped his shaft and started slowly stroking it. His cock grew quickly then until it was fully hard in her hand. Doug moved his hands down, cupping her ass. He gripped her cheeks tightly as he lifted her up and she crossed her legs around his waist. Amy wrapped her arms around his neck, and he softly lowered her down until she was sitting on the sofa.
She laid back and smiled as Doug began working his kisses from her breasts down to her stomach. He kissed her softly, occasionally giving her a soft nibble. When he brought his lips past her navel and towards her pelvis she began to wriggle in her spot. Doug knew that Amy was particularly ticklish in this area, and it could sometimes be a very fine line between sensual kisses and a fit of ticklish laughter. Doug knew this though, and he made sure that he did not focus on one spot for too long. He continued his kisses down, and softly pressed her legs further open with his hands. Amy drew in her breath in anticipation of feeling Doug' tongue on her clit, but her hopes were dashed when he skipped by her piercing and began slowly kissing and licking the inner crease of her thighs. Amy took his head in her hands and looked down at him. Doug stopped his kisses and looked up, making eye contact with his wife. With a grin he leaned forward and took her piercing between his teeth and gave a soft tug.
Amy purred. "That feels good."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yes."
He took her clit into his mouth and pressed his tongue firmly against it.
Amy tightened the grip she had on his head and let out a low moan.
The two lovers never broke eye contact.