Gavin & Chantelle
Part three: Hotel room
Chantelle held her phone to the sensor unlocking the door to her hotel room, Gavin just behind her. She pushed the door open and walked down the short passage past the bathroom, into the bedroom area. It was pin neat, she had prepared. Chantelle moved directly to the king size bed and climbed onto it laying down on her tummy across the width of the bed, the headboard to her right. Chantelle's ankles at the edge of the bed, an inch or two apart, her fingers laced together upon which she rested her head turned to one side, eyes closed.
Gavin watched her every move, followed her into her room and noticed that the curtains were drawn closed, the bedside lamp was on, Chantelle had prepared for this! Standing at her feet Gavin reached down placing the fingers of each hand on the back of Chantelle's knees, the lightest touch. He dragged them up the back of her thighs just 2 or 3 inches before sliding them back down across her muscular calves to her slim ankles, over her heels hooking her thin sandal straps on his way down pulling them from her feet and letting them drop to the floor.
Patiently he stood up straight and took in the view before him. His first true love laying ready and waiting for him on a hotel room bed. He hadn't seen her in 20 years, she was now in her early forties, two years younger than himself. His eyes worked their way up the back of her legs, still close together. The skirt of her dress pulled up by the position of her arms leaving the hem just an inch or two from her pussy, hidden. Her dress fell between the crevice of her bum cheeks showing off each wonderfully shaped globe of flesh then tapering into her narrow waist. He took in her neck and jaw line, her nose and brow, her hair pulled back into a pony (out of the way, careful planning on her part). Chantelle may be twenty years older than when he last touched her but this was a very beautiful woman laying on the bed before him.
Taking control once again Gavin reached down taking each ankle in a hand, he moved them apart all the time with eyes fixed to that spot where the curve of her bum promised a juicy pussy. The hem didn't move up enough to fully expose her. Her ankles now two foot apart. He placed his knees on the bed between her legs, ran his finger tips up the outside of her legs along her thighs up and under her dress. Shifting his angle and taking each globe of bum flesh into a hand. He squeezed her bum, massaging her firm flesh in his hands. Glancing up to her face he could see the hint of a smile on her lips, she always loved having her bum squeezed like this.
Gavin could feel the fabric of her lace panties under his hands as he pressed his fingers into her flesh. He slid his hands down to the top of Chantelle's thighs before sliding back up again but this time under her panties, bunching the back of her panties together. The skirt of her dress was pushed up by his movement and he looked down between his hands, between her thighs, focussing on the patch where her panties still hid her feminine most secret spot. Her body moving slightly from his massaging motion. Gavin let his hand move up the sides of Chantelle's body, across the outside edges of her compressed breasts, over onto her shoulders and neck. He pressed his thumbs into her neck digging fingers into her neck and upper shoulders, he could feel that her muscles were relaxed - he smiled happily knowing that she was comfortable with what was happening. He knew that she was not going to suddenly jump up and call a halt to proceedings, he grinned broadly to himself. He owned her.
His fingers took hold of the zip on the back of her dress and slid it down her back. Then taking hold of the skirt fabric he slowly pulled the material up over her body. Chantelle lifted and adjusted her body as the fabric slipped over her body, tickling her flesh, raising goose bumps even though the room was warm. She felt her nipples stiffen as her dress passed over her head and away. Gavin took in Chantelle's lightly tanned skin. He unclipped her bra but left the straps over her shoulders, moving down her body he took hold of her panties at her hips tugging at them. Chantelle moved her legs closer allowing him to take her panties off.
He made sure that her legs were open again before he stood up. Looking down on her as he removed his own clothes his eyes finally able to take in the view of Chantelle's most intimate bits. She had shaved her pussy lips, he smiled again, she never used to do that, his cock twitched as he climbed back onto the bed beside her. His right hand falling between her legs near but not touching her pussy. Taking his weight on his left elbow Gavin lowered his face to hers.
Chantelle's eyes were still closed but she was aware of every movement that he made. She was aware of his eyes devouring her pussy as she heard him undress. Aware of his weight transferring back onto the bed, his touch so close... now his warm breath on her cheek. She turned her head slightly towards him accepting his lips on her own. Their tongues duelled as Gavin ran his hands over her bum, lower back, upper thighs between her spread legs. Finally he ran his finger tips over her shaved labia. Up and down, little circles, focused on her pussy. One finger lightly from the bed up along her slit. Just a hint of moisture. He continued his tracing up and down, so lightly that sometimes his finger lost contact. Every other stroke went a little further up her slit to that special place between pussy and anus, so sensitive. Chantelle was squirming, pushing back wanting more contact. Closer to her anus, she flinched. She never did let him touch her their... he smiled to himself, not yet!
Gavin's next stroke delivered with more pressure, parting Chantelle's labia from which her inner lips only just poked through. So different from Linda's pussy with inner lips that extended well beyond her labia. Gavin's finger pressing between Chantelle's inner pussy lips found more moisture, he rubbed a few more times. He was fully hard now and ready to take her. Using his own saliva he wet his cock as he moved back between her legs, pressing against her inner thighs with his knees she accommodated him by spreading a little more. He looked down at her fully aroused sex, swollen, full and waiting for him. Another stoke of his hand down his cock spreading some precum along his shaft. He leaned forward between her legs.
