Hello,
My name is Peter and I am not a writer. As you are about to discover I am no skillful word-smith, but I do enjoy reveling in a fantasy when one pops into my head.
As I've enjoyed reading other peoples here I thought i'd have a go at submitting my own.
It's not a story, all the romance and back story is implied, I wanted to have a go at describing the hot and sweaty bit.
Its very much a fantastical fantasy, where everything always goes the way you'd hope and everyone has a great time.
I hope it titillates at the very least.
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The room is simple and straight forward. Like every other travel inn up and down the country is has all you need for your one night stay. The en suite is walled off creating a corridor from the entrance to the bedroom. The bedroom is perfectly proportioned to contain the five pieces of furniture leaving sufficient floor space to move about the room comfortably. The bed is large and inviting with a thick duvet and fluffy pillows promising a good nights sleep. The bedside table sits between the bed and the bathroom wall and holds a simple lamp and functional alarm clock. In the corner opposite the entrance sits a surprisingly comfortable chair, black leather on wooden legs. Along the wall opposite the bed is a dressing table, it's not very large but big enough to fit a small chair underneath and the tray of complementary tea and coffee on top with room to spare, a large mirror dominates the wall above it.
You sit in the comfy chair resolutely ignoring your phone and watch, trying to stay calm and patient. You sip occasionally from the mug that came with the room, drinking the cold vodka that did not.
There's a knock on the door. You are certain it's Iona she's early which you take to be a good sign. You get up from your chair and move toward the door, you take your time checking your reflection in the dressing tables mirror as you go. You spent the whole of today fluffing your confidence, flirting with Iona via ever more pornographic text messages, and looking at your self in the mirror now you smile deciding that your look awfully good in this suit. There's a second knock at the door, more urgent, and you can't help but smile as you turn the latch and pull the door open.
You'd made a point of talking to Iona about what you'd hope she'd wear this evening, dropping hints and suggestions. It seems she got the message and stands before you now in a simple black halter dress that hangs from a thin strap flowing over her curves perfectly. You drag your eyes from Iona's legs and back up to her eyes that are twinkling with anticipation, you step to the side and allow her to enter. Her dress is even more stunning from the back, the fabric hanging down low revealing the smooth soft flesh of her back and shoulders.
She stops by the dressing table and drops her small clutch bag onto it looking over her shoulder as you close the door and walk up behind her. As you brush past her on your way back to your chair she looks up at you, lips slightly apart, breathing quickly. You catch her perfume scent, feel her warmth and glimpse her breasts rising and falling under the loose fabric of her dress. Your desire for her is at a peak, you've been thinking of this moment all day and are determined to make it perfect. You force yourself continue past her and slide into the chair, picking up your drink. You take a sip while staring at Iona over the rim of the mug. You drink in the sight of her, her breasts seemingly magically restrained by the dress, the black fabric tightening about her hips and flowing over her thighs toward her knees and those beautiful legs pale and inviting.
Iona loses her patience for this game of teasing and moves toward the dresser. Without taking her eyes from yours she slowly and deliberately pushes the few bits and pieces littering the dresser onto the floor. She hops up onto it and leans back against the mirror resting her left foot on the chair allowing her dress to slide down her thigh. She levels a challenging stare at you and slowly slides her hands up each thigh, pulling the dress higher and higher.
You gulp down the last of your drink and decide enough is enough; you stand and stride toward her. You stand in front of her and she slides her legs open, showing you her naked sex. You gently take each of her hands in yours and raise them above her head where you bring them together and hold them both against the mirror with your left hand. Your right hand begins to undo the zip and fastening on your trousers, freeing your penis which leaps up solid as a rock. Iona looks down at it with a filthy grin on her face then looks back up into your eyes. Her right leg slides behind your left thigh, and she applies pressure, trying to pull you forward. You smile back at her and move your free hand to the inside of her left thigh, she gasps at the touch eager for you to begin. You quickly move your hand down her thigh and under her knee lifting her leg from the chair. You push her leg back toward her a little while simultaneously spreading her legs wider, the movement makes her pelvis roll back a little exposing her naked crotch even more.
You step forward and slide your dick into her; she's so wet you push in to the hilt with little resistance. Inside she's incredibly hot and as she gasps she clamps down around you, holding you inside. You slide back out a few inches and then push back in, slowly. Iona arches her back and leans her head against the mirror moaning as you trust in to her, her eyes are closed and her breasts heaving. You keep to a slow rhythm, pulling out slightly further with each thrust concentrating and trying to stay calm. You fix your stare on Iona's face as you work in and out of her, her cheeks redden and with each thrust she lets out a noise between a gasp and a moan.
