It was a dark and stormy night. (Isn't that the way all the good stories begin?)
Jim waited outside their hotel room. One year ago tonight he had first put his hands on her. He thought back to that morning a year ago when he brought her coffee at work. Why had he done that? It was nearly thirty years since he'd last been that close to her. They'd flirted in high school. Nothing more than a little teasing and touching here and there. He laughed when he thought to himself that she'd accused him of tainting that morning's coffee with an addictive lust potion. It certainly seemed that way at times. Texts turned suggestive and next thing they knew they were naked in the dark, feverishly drawn to one another, catching up on the lost years. At times it did feel like an addiction-one that would never be satisfied.
He knew she would be waiting in the room for him. Waiting was what they'd always done. Finally, tonight the waiting would be over. They had all night and all the next day to look forward to. No one looking for them. Nowhere to be but inside each other. What was he waiting for?
He let himself into the room. Music played from a speaker next to the bed. Everywhere he looked a candle was lit. A bottle of wine sat on the table, a half-empty glass next to it. The ice bucket had beer chilling in it. The bedsheets were pulled back and her black silk robe was laid out across the foot of the four-poster bed. Were those satin ropes tied to each corner of the bed? A couple of black satin bags were on the side table as well. He decided to explore those later.
The bathroom door was open a bit and he heard water running. He began stripping his clothes off as he walked toward the bathroom. He stopped at the door and watched as she lowered her naked form into the large steaming tub that was surrounded by more candles. Suddenly he was glad he splurged on the nicer room :) He continued to watch her while he removed the last of his clothes. He liked to watch her.
Her back was to him, her hair was pulled up and the tips of her nipples peeked up thru the bubbles. She stretched out a toe and turned off the water. He could see the side of her face as she relaxed into the suds and then he heard a low moan and realized she was touching herself under the water. His naughty girl wasn't waiting for him! Not wanting to be left behind, he took his bare cock in his hand and began to stroke it to life. He pushed the door open a little wider.
She must have heard him because she turned her head and looked at him standing there with his erect cock in his hand.
"You going to join me or take care of that yourself?" she asked him.
He didn't need to be asked twice. He closed the distance between them in two steps and settled his large frame into the tub behind her. She leaned back into his chest and exhaled a deep breath. This felt like home. They had waited a long time for this night. He wrapped his arms around her and they relaxed in the hot water.
His hands couldn't stay still. Her soft naked skin had been denied to him for too long. He massaged her back and neck and his hands made their way around to the front where they bounced her firm tits up and down in the water. He caressed her sensitive nipples until she began to squirm a little and his cock began to grow and press against her back.
She twisted in the tub to kiss him. He pulled her the rest of the way around until they were face to face. She laid her legs over his and moved in close until they were intertwined. She sat in his lap and held his face in her hands, just looking at him.
"I missed you."
"Why? When?"
"Every day I wanted you and couldn't have you," she told him. "It's hard for me to want you and not be able to see you. Tomorrow I'll go back to missing you, but tonight I'm going to pretend you're mine."
He kissed her and then stood and stepped out of the tub. He quickly dried himself off and then held a fluffy white towel out for her. She stood and he pulled her into his arms, wrapping the towel around her and rubbing the water from her body. He tucked his towel around his waist and took her hand and led her to the edge of the bed.
He sat her down and refilled her glass of wine. Next to the ice bucket of beer, he spots a note that says 'EAT ME' and on the note there lays a little blue pill.
"You weren't kidding when you said you wanted an all-nighter, were you?"
"I can handle it if you can," she said with a little smirk. "We've waited too long, once is not enough to hold me til next time."
"We'll see what you can handle..."
He cracked open the beer and swallowed the pill, then dragged the bedside chair to the end of the bed. Settling down on the chair, he allows his towel to fall open so she can get an eyeful of what is in store for her.
"Put on a show for me, Kristin."
She slowly took a few sips of the wine and, without breaking eye contact, stood up and allowed the towel to drop to the floor. She reached to the side table and picked up one of the satin bags then turned and crawled slowly onto the bed, looking over her shoulder at him and giving him a nice view of her ass. She laid down and placed a pillow under each knee, giving him a beautiful view of her pink lips, spread perfectly open just for him. He could see her juices glistening between her lips and her clit was just peeking out of her folds.
She reached into the bag and pulled out a small vibrator. Still looking him right in the eye, she turned it on and touched it for a moment to each nipple. Her eyes closed briefly as she enjoyed the sensation.
"I want to see that sliding between your pussy lips. The sooner, the better."
With her left hand she began working the vibrator slowly down her belly. Her right hand reached down to those pink lips and gently dipped into the wetness that was just inside. She brought the finger to her lips and met his eyes as she licked her own juices from her finger.
"Wish you could taste this. You're missing out," she told him with a little grin on her face.
"Oh, you can be assured that I'll be tasting plenty of that tonight."
She returned the finger to her wetness and pulled it toward her clit, running her finger up and down the folds, pulling her pussy lips open for him. What a view he had -- the woman he wanted, spread-eagled on the bed, pleasuring herself with fingers and vibrator just for him. He drank his beer and slowly stroked his cock up and down the impressive length. She licked her lips as she watched him massage his balls. He knew she loved to watch his hand around his cock.
He leaned forward a little as she finally pushed the vibrator between her swollen lips, running it up and down the slick passage. Her fingers pulled her lips open wide and she began slowly sliding the vibrator in and out. Her pace started to pick up, her head was turned to the side and her moans quickening. He watches as a slight sheen begins to form on her chest. He cheers her on with an occasional comment about her performance while he continues to keep his cock at full attention. Her legs twitch and her toes point. He can see that she is so close. He moves to the end of the bed and watches from just a few inches away as she pleasures herself. She is completely lost in the moment and he realizes she is on the verge of her orgasm. He lays on the bed and reaches underneath her and pulls her close to his face. In a husky voice he tells her how much he wants her to squirt on his tongue and that comment pushes her over the edge. As she is convulsing from her orgasm he pushes the vibrator away and replaces it with his soft tongue. He licks away the juices she has spilled and caresses her swollen clit with his tongue, never stopping. He sucks her clit gently into his mouth and she cums again and again, shaking and quivering from the effort. He brings her down with soft caresses of his tongue and fingers and then moves up to lay next to her on the bed, whispering in her ear, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I love the taste of your pussy. Feel how hard my cock is for you."
He kisses her and she licks the taste of herself from his lips. She reaches over and grasps him tightly in her fist.
