"How much?" I reply leaning in to try to kiss your neck.
You whisper something quietly into my ear gently walking me backwards behind that red curtain into an unlit room. I press my lips to your neck while both our hands fumble around on the walls for the light switch.
Finding it, the little room is illuminated to reveal just what you would expect, a bed, a tall mirror and a red lamp on the bedside table. You step back away from me and quickly take off your coat, untucking the shirt from your skirt, staring deep into my eyes expectantly and sit gently on the edge of the bed. "Is this right?" I say, "Am I moving too fast for you?" You stand and kiss me deeply pushing my coat off my shoulders letting it fall while you raise yourself gently parting your legs to try to straddle me against the wall. I don't give you the chance, my coat drops behind me as I push you back onto the bed, flicking your tongue with mine while my hands flow under the back of your shirt and deep into your lower back. I press my body on top of yours parting your legs with mine while your fingers press deeply into my gluteus pulling me closer to you. I pull my head back from your mouth and press my lips into your neck while quickly but confidently part your shirt. I work my face down quickly as you gently moan with pleasure while my hands quietly, gently massage your inner thighs. I can feel how ready you are as you fingers dance over the front of my trousers but the building bliss you cannot control is slowly taking over you and you finally can do little more than untie my belt before you fall back, your eye rolling into your head.
I feel your resistance pale and gently work my lips back to your jaw, teething your neck blissfully deeply inhaling your sweet perfume. My hands had undone your skirt as it fell open on the bed giving free access to my fingers on your gentle lips. You breathe deeply drinking the moment closing your eyes firmly as my thumb finds its hard clitoral-place and my fingers gently parted your swollen and moist curtain. Bringing yourself out of it, you moved your mouth onto mine, the swelling warmth as I massage you both inside and out surges your energy to push my shirt open revealing my warm chest that your fingers caress passionately. As you try, through the haze of the building orgasm, to open your eyes, you spy the scar over my left shoulder and push your face back away from mine.
I relax my hand without withdrawing it watching your eyes carefully skirting around the blemish before you gently lean into my chest and kiss the scar tissue gently, caringly, protectively. I pull my hands back and gently caress your head as you press it into my shoulder kissing the side of my pectoral. I relax gently as you finger again at my trousers pressing them to the floor where they catch on my boots, your tongue lapping lower toward my ribs. I put my hand under your chin and kiss you hard while I slip to my knees fumbling clumsily at the satin sheets. I move my hands to your shoulders and push you back while sliding my kisses down your body until I get to your inner thighs when I pause to carefully study your body. You raise your head to stare deeply into my eyes as I gently move forward pushing your lips to mine, my tongue gently lapping at the hard lump that sits over your clitoris. Your eyes peer deeply into mine until you can stand it no longer and moan deeply, breathing heavily as your back arches and your head rolls back into the soft mattress. I feel you start to convulse and I move my hands that were massaging your thighs deeper until I pressed my fingers into your wet crevasse onto that glorious spot pressing my nose against the mound to give pressure from both sides. You moan heavily and loudly as your orgasm makes your insides quiver as I continue to lap at the delicious moist flesh, your hands grasping at the sheets tightly trying desperately to keep the feeling from fading. Breathing heavily, you stare down at me and the passionate pleasure I see in your eyes makes me want you more and more.
You lunge toward the draw in the table beside the bed and I move quickly to help you. All the rubbers in the box go flying through the air as your rip the packaging open with your teeth while I move myself closer to your lips. You spit the packaging just as my lips meet yours and our tongues dance together while your fingers dance at my very steady rock. I close my eyes while you steadily, and being obviously experienced, roll the rubber down over the base of my member and direct it through your wet curtain pressing your fingers into my rump to force me deeper while biting hard on my lower lip. I start thrusting gently in time with your fingers and open my eyes to see yours pleading with me. I gently move my lips lower, thrusting harder and deeper, as I teethe gently over your neck feeling your fingers dig deeper into my back and tail. You moan heavily as I slide my hands around your back and, taking the chance, lift you up into the air to flip you so that you are on top, riding me, pushing harder and hard onto my body. I lean into you sitting upwards kissing gently at your breasts, biting at your left nipple while you cry deeper and louder. I feel myself getting closer and closer while you shudder trying to stop yourself from freeing that passionate energy.
I stare up at your pleading eyes begging me to let you release all that we had held for weeks. Our eyes locked together and I thrust harder into you, forcing my hands deep into your lower back allowing you to cry loudly and rock back as our bodies shudder together, both of us overcome by the warmth of one another's orgasm and the passion flowing between us. I keep pressing deeply inside you as you rock forward and backward rolling your body over me in a practised manoeuvre you know holds that pleasure for moments more. You scream again in exhilaration as I push our lips together into an embrace, our teeth biting on each other's tongues, the mild pain heightening the passion. Both of us stare at one another, our bodies twitching, the emotion pumping, exhausted, and trying desperately to prolong those last few moments together in one another's power. Breathing heavily you slowly let your hips relax from pressing down on me but careful to maintain your position so that I remain inside of you as long as you can.
I nibble gently at your lower lip while you breathe over my nose as we are suddenly startled by a loud cough behind us. Standing there, a very attractive, scantily clad prostitute is standing in the doorway staring at us, her cheeks flushed and her eyes gently but confidently moving over our bodies, her back pressed deep into the wall, we both quickly realised that she had been watching us for some time, and she had liked what she had seen! We quickly scurry around, grabbing our clothes trying not to giggle hysterically as she stands there gently staring at us slowly massaging her breasts as she watches. I pull up my trousers as she pushes me toward the wall and kisses me deeply, forcing her hips over mine as my back slams the pillar. I was still somewhat solid from our activities and her experienced abilities exploited this while I tried my best to push her away without hurting her. You clip your skirt on as you spy the best chance for us to get away. Lunging to the drawer, you grab her dildo and, pushing her shoulder so that her lips suck air as they're pushed away from mine, you shove it into her chest, kiss her cheek cheekily and grab my hand as we run quickly into the dark. Just as we're opening the door, we hear the click and buzz of that mechanism and we explode through the door, tripping over ourselves laughing and giggling at what had just happened.
I do up my top button and wipe a tear from my eye, pulling my coat over my shoulders as I catch your eyes tucking your shirt into your skirt. You stare at me gently and pull on your coat before moving over to kiss me. It's about this moment that we realise all the girls in the windows are staring at us, some starting to jeer us on as we passionately embrace so I motion too you to head down the street. I pull my cigar case from my pocket and notice my watch says 2330.
"I love a man that smokes cigars" you remark. "It deepens the voice."
I light a Cohiba as you wrap your arms around me and press your head under my arm. I offer you the stick and you gently taste the warm, chocolate smoke while I double check to make sure that what my watch said was right.
"We'd better get you to that bus" I comment gently as you pass me back the cigar. We walk slowly around the canal and back toward the station, quietly chatting about nothing as we turn into Centraal station. The bus is already there waiting for you, one old lady already aboard. I gently stroke your back as you get your ticket out to show the driver who aggressively tells you that he's already running late. I kiss you passionately and watch as you walk up the steps and take your place on the bus. A look of horror suddenly flows over your face as the driver closes the door and you run quickly to it fumbling with your purse. You grab a business card without looking and kiss it gently before handing it too me through the door. "Call me" you smile and move back toward your seat. I smile back and watch as the bus turns the corner heading out toward the airport and look down at the card.
It was for the big American bloke. Lucky I snuck your number from out of your phone while we were in Chesterfield :)
