He took me away for a weekend. One of those last minute, let's get out of town weekends, or so I thought. Dan had been talking about taking me to Panama City for ages. He'd been several times for the annual motorcycle rally. I've got no interested in miles and miles of motorcycles and drunk men, but the pictures of the beautiful sunsets on the gulf convinced me I would love it. So we made our plans on Thursday, and we took off on a Friday afternoon. On the Harley of course, because that's the best way to get there. My legs get sore riding for too long and we're several hours away, but he promised a hot relaxing bath in the hotel, and I do love riding with him. Sitting behind him, straddling the seat, clenching him with my thighs and feeling the vibrations up through my legs, my ass, and my pussy. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to stroke his dick in my hand while he's driving, but I never do. I don't want to distract him.
I knew Dan had plans for steamy sex that weekend just based on a few specific requests he made. The first was painted fingernails. This time, he wanted black shiny nails. He loves to see my fingers working my pussy with painted nails, but he usually likes red. So, I guessed he wanted to be a little extra dirty this weekend, which is always fine with me. He also said he wanted the sexy makeup with the smoky eyes and blood red lipstick. Black dress, black fishnet stockings and boots. Knee high boots with a heel. I packed accordingly, and made sure that everything was fully fuckable.
On this trip, Dan managed to get me ridiculously hot on the drive down. Every time he helped me get on and off the bike, he'd lightly touch or stroke me in some intimate way. A little squeeze of my ass, a slide of his hand between my legs, pressing the seam of my jeans against my pussy in ways I didn't know were possible. He even got my nipples hard with a little touch while adjusting my helmet. Every touch was designed to get me dripping wet, and it worked. By the time we got to the hotel in Panama City, I was in dire need of a good fuck.
The hotel was perfect, right on the beach with gorgeous views of the gulf. A small balcony and a giant bed. Dan drew me a hot bath while I unpacked and laid out the requested wardrobe. While I soaked away the aching muscles of the ride down, Dan brought me a drink. While I sipped, he got the soap and worked my tired thighs, squeezing and pulling the over-tight muscles to stretch the hours on the Harley out of them. Then he soaped and washed my breasts with those strong rough hands. He pulled me up onto my knees, and washed my pussy and my ass. Sliding his thick fingers between my slippery lips and between my ass cheeks. I tried to unzip his jeans, but he wouldn't let me. I have never been so clean and dirty at once. After I very nearly came, Dan told me it was time to get out and get dressed. Then he told me that he had to leave for a little bit to get my special surprise. Dan does love to buy me new toys, and I was sure I was looking forward to a pussy stretching from a massive dildo this evening.
I took time and care with my hair and make-up. I got all the spikes in my short hair just so. My makeup was porn-star perfect, smokey eye shadow and super saturated red lipstick. Alongside my black on black wardrobe, I found a black blindfold with a little note. At exactly 10 pm, I was instructed to be dressed, blindfolded and standing in the middle of the room waiting for Dan's return. I followed the instructions. Black dress with a front that buttoned all the way down, fishnet stockings held up with garters attached to a cami with a push up demi cup bra, barely enough to cover my nipples. Brand new black silk panties that were wet as soon as I put them on. And the boots. Dan was very specific about the boots - knee high boots with a spike heel. Honestly, I could barely stand up in them, but if that's what Dan wanted. They weren't easy to find on short notice, but I managed. At 9:58, I put on the blindfold.
It felt like I was standing there blind and alone forever, and my mind was racing over all the little things that were different. Dan was being a little extra dominant this weekend. The very specific requests, the way he wouldn't let me touch him in the bath, the blindfold. This was new. The anticipation of where this was all leading was delicious torture.
I heard the rumble and blatt of a Harley pulling into the hotel parking lot, but it didn't sound like Dan's. Then seconds later I heard his. I could feel a hot little flood in my pussy just knowing he was close. I was throbbing and wet; Dan had tormented and teased me for hours. I felt a little drip down the inside of my thigh. I heard the key card slide in the slot and the door knob turn, and then I felt a cool salty ocean breeze come through the door with Dan along with the smell of ocean, fresh air and leather. The smells, the creaking of leather as Dan took off his jacket, the blindfold made all of that more intense. I felt vulnerable and powerful all at once. Dressed up and made up like a Harley riding vampire's wet dream, but blind and utterly at his mercy.
I slid my hands up and pushed my breasts together to control the aching. Without a word, Dan takes my hands and pulls them down to my sides. He takes my blindfolded face in his hands and pulls me into a long kiss. I reach for him, but he keeps pushing my hands down. He unbuttons my dress and pushes it off my shoulders, binding my arms behind me. He kisses my neck, my breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth and begins that flicking, sucking, licking thing he does that drives me crazy. He nudges my feet apart with his boots, and I'm standing there in those outrageous boots, with the skirt of the dress pulled tight. Dan starts pulling up at the hem of the dress when I feel it. My whole body goes stiff with shock. There is another set of hands pulling up at the back of the dress. I gasp, and Dan says, "Relax baby. This is all for you. I found a friend when I was down here last, and he's going to help me fuck you like you deserve."
I feel hands stroking and squeezing my ass while Dan is brushing his hand over my drenched panties and devouring my nipples. First one then then other. I can't see anything, I can't move my arms, so all I can do is give in. Dan pushes me back to lean into this stranger. I can feel strong arms supporting me, as he cups my breasts in his hands. Different hands, kneading, pushing, squeezing, pinching. I feel a beard as this stranger kisses and tongues my neck while Dan unbuttons the rest of the dress. Between them, they take the dress off, and pull off my panties. I'm pretty sure they ripped them off, but I was so lost in the sensation of all those hands. The stranger is still working my breasts, and Dan is stroking my pussy and my ass. He has rough hands like Dan's. A man's hands. A beard. He smells like leather and fresh air.
Dan pushes my legs further apart, and I can barely stand. The stranger is holding me up as Dan gets down on his knees and starts licking my pussy. I'm moaning, and I know I'm soaking Dan's face. The stranger is running his hands all over my body. Exploring every curve and every crevice. He reaches down to my pussy and rubs my clit while Dan's tongue is fucking my pussy. Then, with two sets of hands holding me, the strangers gets down on his knees and starts licking my ass. Just a flick and lap of the tongue up and down the length of the crevice, but oh it felt so good. Two beards tickling my ass, my thighs, my pussy. Those two tongues. Dan stood up and kissed me so I could taste my pussy. His beard was a dripping mess; soon my face was covered in my own juices. The stranger turned my face to his and greedily kissed me, sucking the taste of pussy out of my mouth.
