I was eighteen years old, full of beans and on a tour with my Cricket Club. After our matches, we stayed at various hotels and most of our players, who consisted of randy forty somethings having been set free from their wives, looked for sex anywhere possible. They'd do anything in a skirt, and with boobs, as long as they got to cum. Two of the other younger players and I decided to go out and find something more 'aesthetically challenging' and nearer our age. We walked along our hotel corridor, heading for our rooms to get ready, when we were stopped by a wonderful, sexy vision.
A very beautiful woman, in her mid-twenties, wearing a short, sexy, black-velvet tube top. Our eyes bulged as we watched her lock her door. We took in her long, black, nylon-covered legs on high, shiny-black heels. She turned to us and smiled, mesmerizing us with her big hazel eyes and glossy red lips. She glided passed us and left a heavenly aroma of perfume as she popped her keys into her handbag. We made way for her, almost forming a Guard of Honour for her perfect grace.
"Thank you" she politely and smoothly uttered with a plum English accent.
She walked away as our prying eyes were glued to her sexy thighs rasping together below her perfect, round bottom.
"Fuck me!" my mate gasped.
He almost read my thoughts as we stood, watched, utterly beguiled, and took in every aspect of her form. Her small gold earrings, red nails and the nape of her neck was on show because of her pinned up hair. After she reached the end of the corridor and opened a fire door, she saw all of us 'standing to attention', smiled and waved to us once more. We were in love! Hours later, and full of drink, we saw her return. That time, we were full of beer-induced bravado, and followed her upstairs. We overstated our occasional immature inner groans of appreciation.
"Cor! Look at the bottom on her! Is that ass on ball bearings?"
"Oi!"
"Miss, my name is Dick. How do you like it?" I foolishly said.
Surprisingly, she turned and we all panicked. My friends hid behind me as she stared back, very sure of herself.
"Good night, boys," she bid and went into her room.
She knew we were inexperienced little boys, but that wasn't going to stop us.
"Let's knock on her door?" someone juvenilely suggested.
Without a thought, we sneaky little boys, in an awkward situation, slowly crept down the corridor. When we got there, her door was open and we saw her sitting, cross-legged, in front of her mirror as she applied eye liner and lip gloss. But why? We stood there, gob-smacked and erect, tongues hanging out and taking in her wonderful, erotic vision. She glanced towards us, catching us in her mirror, and my mates immediately pushed off of my body and ran, leaving me stalled in her doorway. Surprisingly, she smiled.
"Come in," she coaxed.
I stood there like a rabbit caught in the headlights and just as scared. I couldn't believe my ears. Was this a trick? What was she up to? I wasn't a virgin, but not exactly experienced, either, especially when the gift horse in question was a thoroughbred philly. She was a woman, an experienced woman, and a very pretty one, too. The sort of woman you dream of but never expect to get. The type of woman who anointed the pages of girlie magazines. The sort of woman who had been the undoing of many a foolish man, mesmerized, beguiled and snared by her beauty.
"Come on. What are you scared of?" she teased.
I wasn't having any of that! Me, scared? I'll show her. I stepped inside, calling her bluff.
"Close the door," she said as she rose to her feet and brushed her velvet dress down her thighs.
I closed the door and gingerly stepped forward as she sat on the edge of her bed. I was in her lair, ready to be eaten as all of my boldness drained away with every step I took towards her. I stood at attention at the end of her bed as she leaned back and crossed her legs. My heart raced as she slowly sized me up while fondling her gold earrings. Her big, piercing eyes scanned every bit of my body, lingering over my nether regions.
I tried to hold my own by attacking back and looked her over, too. Everywhere I looked, there was excitable a combination of porcelain flesh, excitable fabrics and suggested hidden treasures. Her boobs were small, but pushed up and teetered on escape from her tube-top. She suddenly leaned forward, her head level with the bulge in my pants, and looked up at me with her big, soulful, sexy eyes.
"Let's see what you've got!" she whispered as she gripped my hips with her hands.
I swallowed, very hard, as she teasingly took her time as she moved a solitary hand to my fly. She undid the top button and let out a girlie sigh of approval.
"Oh, a button fly! I love button flies! They're so much easier to take my time over, languish between each one and admire my work."
Her hand gently gripped my balls and I groaned at her expert touch.
"My! They're so hard, aren't they?" she said as she began to roll them between her fingers and thumb.
"Never mind, they'll be free and swinging, soon, and nice and relaxed," she slurred and elongated her words over the last sentence, especially the word 'relaxed'.
I groaned, involuntarily, as my heart pounded with my intensified breathing. I was finding it hard to control myself as I thought I could hear my cock creaking at the seams with its hardness. She giggled, delightfully, as I went into a spasm of short, sharp, shallow breaths.
"My, my! We are excited, aren't we?" she teased.
I squeaked a little response from my dry throat as she slowly unfastened the first three buttons of my trousers, fixating on me with her big 'come to bed' eyes, staring at my eyes the whole time, making her face become more erotic. I swallowed hard as she leaned back, once more, to study her handy work. My cock stretched upwards, pulling my underpants taut, and left a small blob of pre-cum that had pushed through at the apex.
"Aw, bless your soul! He's so excited to see me!" she teased.
"I do like a dribbling, hard cock! Let's have a taste!"
She slowly wiped her red nail across the head of my bulging tent, scraping my pre-cum off. I instantly winced as I felt a flood of semen ready to jump ship. I bent down and clenched my muscles as hard as possible to stop my sperm from escaping. She leaned back, again, and giggled at my over excitement as I groaned. My face grimaced as her finger still had a glob of my spunk stuck on it.
She posed on the bed, her legs slightly open, as she brought her finger to the 'O' of her glossy-red lips. She slowly sucked my semen off and proceeded to finger fuck her mouth, fixated on me with her hard stare. She pulled the saliva soaked finger from her mouth and slid it down into her cleavage. I went dizzy at the sight as it became too much to take and I fluttered with the urge to quickly wank off until I heard her.
"Aw! This takes me back to my University days when I worked all of the little boys who were so eager, grateful, always paid up front and were very, very quick!"
'Little boys! I'll show you! I'm going to give you the fucking of a life-time once I've regained my composure,' I thought.
She came forward, again, hooked her hands into my trousers and slowly dragged them down, exposing my weeping, hard erection. I felt her breath on my cock as she teased me by licking her glossy-red lips. I struggled to take it...she was achingly hot and I was determined to nail her...hard! I was going to make the bitch scream for belittling me. I stared at the ceiling, letting her win the battle of our eyes. I thought, 'To hell with that! The real battle starts when I'm inside of her, pumping her quick and hard and roughly!' I knew what I was up against the same as she knew what she was doing with every movement she made for maximum arousal. She kept close to my cock, again.
"He's an excited fellow, isn't he!" she said as her hand went between my legs.
Her nail stabbed me between my anus and balls and she slowly dragged it back over the dividing line of my testicles.
"Stop it, stop it! Just give me some time," I protested, admitting I was at a disadvantage.
She giggled, again, and leaned back on the bed.
"Oh, I do love it when little boys lose control!" she laughed.
She, looked at me, sternly, and spread her legs!
"Fuck!" I exclaimed.
I lost all sense of trying to be cool. She hitched her skirt up, giving me a good view of her black satin panties and patterned stocking tops. She put her hand between her legs and slowly teased me by lightly caressing her inner thighs with her red nails.
My breathing intensified as I became my light-headed.
"Take my panties off," she whispered as her hand slipped into the top of them.
I moved my hands forward, trembling with eroticism and delicately took hold of her panty's waistband, treating her like porcelain, and I slowly, but clumsily slipped them down her legs and my hands felt the electric sheen of her stockings for the first time. She raised her legs, inviting me to grab her heels, as the sharp heel on one foot spiked my leg. I stood, as the little boy I was, way out of my depth and with her panties in my hand.
She spread her legs and sexily started to finger fuck her own mouth. I stared, mesmerized by her lightly covered pussy, at a glimpse of moist pink surfacing amid her bush. She moved her finger down between her legs and lightly caressed the winking pink. I shivered as she reached out, lightly took hold of my balls and slowly pulled me between her legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She was all silk, nylon, velvet and spread pussy! She leaned forward and sexily looked up at me with her playful, beaming, hazel eyes as her perfume overwhelmed my nose and her breath teased my cock.
"Let's get him up, then!"
I exploded, on command, firing a huge blob of spunk onto her hair!
"Ah!" she cried.
"Oh, no!" I exclaimed as she tried to back away from my exploding cock.
The next shot went straight up her velvet black dress, leaving well defined white blobs as I illogically tried to do a King Canute by trying to stop and return my spunk into my balls as he had tried to return the tide to the ocean! The next shot flew over her, again, splattering more dollops of cum onto her dress.
"Turn away!" she angrily shouted as I stood, paralyzed, and shot over her, again and again.
"Sorry!" I pathetically sputtered, unable to move as she tried to kick me away with her heels.
"Fuck off!" she squealed as a dollop of cum hit her face. I eventually got the message before I shot one last stream of sperm on her stockings.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I pleaded as my cum started to run down her face.
"You stupid, mucky, bastard!" she exploded as she tried, in vain, to scrub my unwanted offering off of her dress.
She quickly stood and admonished herself as she went into the bathroom.
"How could've I been so stupid?"
I stood there looking down at my smoking gun that made me guilty as charged. She came out of the bathroom all tissues and tears!
There was no point in hanging around so I quickly gathered my clothes and ran for the door.
"Where do you think your going?" She said somehow drawing me to a halt.
