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.
