* my first story, please let me feedback! *
He was so happy to see her here, in the same room as him at last. She was there to see him and rented a room at the hotel he worked at to meet him in private.
It was a day he had dreamed of emotionally and physically for years. And now here in front of him was a gorgeous woman, who made him feel special and with a heart of gold.
He looked at her through adoring eyes, smooth skin, dark eyes, and soft lips.
She was standing in the corner of the hotel room by the window, the setting sun cast a warm light on her white night dress. She was petite with long dark brown hair which fell down to her breasts, which were creating two tents in the fabric. Then the rest of the dress flowed gracefully to the ground, she stood like an angel. He could just about make out the shape of her nipples through the cloth he tried not to stare but he was almost sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
He yearned to know what lay beneath but everything was secondary to his emotional happiness, he smiled and went to her, embracing waist in his arms and she reached her around and locked them around his neck. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled the smell of roses.
They both smiled and she took his elbow to guide him to the end of the bed and sat there and talked about silly things, eventually they lay back on the bed looking at the ceiling whilst they continued to chat and laughed. They must have been there for hours. Finally both feeling tired, Turki turned to her he took her body in his for one more hug, her breasts pushed against his chest and they fell asleep.
When he awoke it was the middle of the night, the window curtains were open but only the moon shed light on the room which was otherwise filled with darkness.
Since they fell asleep, she had tossed to the other-side and his hand was now cupping her breast. His crotch against her leg. He wondered if she would be mad that his hand ended up there. But she felt like home and he shifted himself closer to her, intensifying the heat between them.
And he wondered could give her breast a little squeeze.
The more he thought about it, the more turned on he got. Niceties felt secondary and his physical urges were taking over. His heart was pouncing in his chest, driven by intense urge. His had was still resting over her breast palm over her nipple. The urge took over, slowly he squeezed, it was soft and melted into his hand, he kept squeezing. His grip was firm. She stirred a little, and he released. Maybe she was waking up. Or maybe she was pretending to be asleep.
He lifted his hand and rubbed his palm over her nipple. There was no mistaking his intention now. He wanted to make love to her. He adored her and he wanted to touch her, kiss her and put himself inside her.
Fondling her breast had awoken her. She moaned and twisted to face him, both of them eye-to-eye. He leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on her soft pink lips, she pressed her lips back against him. He took his hand down to the bottom of her dress and caressed her thigh bringing her nightdress up her leg. Her soft skin warm under his fingertips, he tried to go slowly, romantically. His burn for passion was too strong, he took his hand all the way to the top, suddenly he felt the crease as her thigh meets her pussy, he was right she had no underwear. He ran his hand across the crease, and for the first time felt her pussy.
The pussy started with puffy mounds of flesh, soft like her thighs, which then dropped off and became little flaps of flesh, he knew this was where he would find the slit, his fingers ventured between the two little flaps and started flicking his index finger back and forth, it started like any other part of the body, soft and tender, but he noticed as he stroked he felt a slight wetness seeping out from the slit.
He had to swallow. He had made her wet, she was wet at the thought of him, everything about this had turned him on. In turn his dick burning hot, and his mind was racing thunking about it all the things he could do with her body.