As the title states, this is the second part to my first story "Meeting Claire". You may want to read my first story to get the background. I have tried to incorporate suggestions from my first story, but as I see myself not as a writer but as the "accidental scribe" I'm sure there is more I can learn. Please enjoy the story for what it is and feel free to leave any constructive ideas. Thanks and enjoy.
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Our ride to the hotel...
Claire and I quickly walked towards the Maybach, hardly containing out excitement and anticipation of what was yet to come for the remainder of this night. The driver met us at the passenger rear door and held it open wide for us dart through and onto the luxurious leather back seats. As I stooped to enter, I gave our driver Ryan a quick but subtle nod and a smile, then quickly sat down next to her; turning towards Claire our hands and lips immediately found each other. Our kisses were full of life, energy and the raw unconstrained passion of two lovers discovering each other for the first time.
Claire's lips were full, warm, and wet from the evening's prior excitement and arousal. Her tongue subservient to mine as I explored her waiting mouth with unbridled craving. I pulled Claire's body next to mine as my hands explored her youthful body once again, seeking her firm yet tender breasts and her supple nipples that were once again firm and sensitive from her aroused state. As our lips parted and tongues disengaged, we sat back in a brief respite and took a long deep breath as we sensed the subtle engagement of the Mayback's transmission.
Our driver Ryan pulled the car briskly away from the curb and proceeded to drive slow and purposefully through the downtown streets of Toronto. The plush interior of the Maybach caressed our bodies as I set the dimmable back interior lights to a low glow, which offset the fierce fire of raw passion I could barley contain inside me. We held hands, Claire's finger's intertwined in mine. As we rounded the corner I leaned over to Claire, placed my lips next to her ear and whispered, "You were absolutely sexy, stimulating, tantalizing, and delicious up there Claire. Are you ready to continue our evening?"
Claire looked expectantly into my eyes, eager to know, to feel, to experience what I had in mind for the next stage of our grand evening. Though I had not anticipated her throwing caution and faithfulness to her fiancé away this early in to the weekend, I quickly readjusted my plans, maintained full control of the evening. I knew exactly what I desired, what I was going to have Claire do, and how I was going to turn her away from him and make her mine, not only for tonight nor for this weekend, but for as long as I desired her.
Leaning my upper body over the center consul in the back, I nibbled on Claire's ear lobe, caressed her face with my right hand, and then softly whispered into her ear, "Claire, move over here, in front of me so I may look into your eyes." Leaning back, I reinforced my command through the slight motion of my head, a glance of eyes, and the sly grin that had spread across my face. Taking Claire's hand, she moved gracefully over the consul separating our bucket seats and kneeled in front of me, facing me, from between my legs that were parted. I had released her hand and she placed them both at my knees and preceded to slowly slide them up to my thighs so she could maintain our contact.
Commands at this point were unnecessary and I didn't have to tell Claire what I wanted; she knew by the intense look of sexual desire in my eyes what I wanted, what I demanded. As much as I was in control, I was now about to relinquish some of it and she understood this all too well. I would now be given myself into her hands, as she had in the sky above Toronto, and she was prepared to demonstrate to me that she was willing and able to be entrusted with my deepest vulnerabilities.
Deftly and quickly Claire released my belt, unzipped the zipper and shrugged my pants down past my knees onto the floor of the back seat, quickly demonstrating to me that she was now in control, even if for only this short period of time. As Claire moved her gazed from my eyes down my body, she saw my hardness pressing firmly against my boxer briefs, straining to be released and feel the warmth of her touch and eventually the pleasure of her mouth.
I now laid back completely into the rich leather of the bucket seat as Claire slid her left hand inside my briefs, wrapping her hand and warm fingers around my pulsing cock, feeling my full heft once again. The softness of Claire's palm and warmth of her hand had an immediate and ever intensifying stimulating effect on me. A distinguishing feeling heightened my arousal. What was that?
It was Claire's engagement ring, on the ring finger of her left hand, the hand she reached out with and was using to explore my long, hard shaft and stimulate me. I let out a deep, long moan of pleasure, knowing what I was achieving this night; separating you from your fiancé, your feelings of love you may have had for him and from what ever morality you thought you possessed.
My thoughts briefly returned once again to Zoe. What would she be thinking right now if she saw Claire, touching and pleasuring me? How I longed to have Zoe like I have had Claire, in heat and full of desire and pleasuring me as I command. Will Zoe come as hard as Claire did when I tell her about this weekend?
My thoughts and feelings quickly returned to the present as I watched Claire lean forward and place a soft, warm, wet kiss upon the tip of my head. Claire looked up into my eyes, telling me without words me how much she loved my penis, erect and in her control.
Claire very quickly started to run her tongue around the whole head, her tongue eager to explore every ridge and the area around my tip. I knew she could taste the residue from our earlier explosions and she was truly enjoying it and she couldn't get enough with your next move being to slide your lips and mouth as far down my hard cock that you could.
My body was transformed into a state of bliss, my eyes now closed and my breathing coming in long, deep cycles as I felt my cock head touch the back of her throat, resulting in my releasing of an audible sigh of pleasure. Claire's mouth felt so amazing and all I could think about was waking up every morning to this most wonderful of sensations.
Ever slowly Claire devoured my hard cock; my head passing over her tongue, against her inner cheek walls, and down to the back her throat, consuming my wholeness eagerly. Your mouth, tongue, and wet throat were some of the most incredible sensations a man could experience. Your fiancé chose wise in this regard.
I laid my hands on her head, my fingers sinking into her soft, flowing, golden hair; not to direct her, but to engage yet another one of my senses, my sense a touch, to heighten my own pleasure. My hands followed Claire's head as she started a natural rocking motion, her mouth moving effortlessly up and down my shaft.
Claire developed a sensual, soothing, yet erotic rhythm, her lips sealed around my cock, tongue stroking and twirling around my whole shaft, starting with the tip and ending with it flicking against my sack. I felt her warm breath against the bare skin of my inner thigh with each pass as she buried her nose into my body.
Feeling out of breath, I whispered to Claire, "Mmm, Oh Claire, this feels so utterly amazing; I love this feeling, please...don't stop. I don't want you to stop. I love how your lips...your mouth...and your tongue feel Claire."
