I smile as I recall December. I must have slept 2 hours the whole trip. Occasionally, I drift back and long to feel her skin against mine one more time. I allow myself to orgasm as I reflect back on all the times I watched her cum. Now that we've gone our seperate ways I can't help but imagine what would happen if our paths crossed again for one more night. There's always been so much more I've wanted to try with her but I admit it's a little intimidating to imagine I could ever please her like any of her lovers have. I feel my wetness start to build as I allow myself to fantasize about what I want from her so badly.
I smile as I arrive to see her at her hotel. I've travelled out of my way to visit her but I know it's always worth it. We're completely different people but something unexplainable connects me to her. She's dressed in her black button down shirt and black jeans. She's been on the road all day and must be exhausted yet she never ceases to amaze me with her stamina. I'm not one to be stylish, being comfortable is all that matters to me. Nothing special on the outside for me, just a baggy t-shirt and jeans, revealing a slight buldge underneath. She rubs her hand across the hardness of my strap-on.
"What's that," she said teasingly as she raised one eyebrow. She knew exactly what it is I wanted. I grinned and leaned in for a belated "Hello" kiss. I took her hand and led her over to the couch. I sat down in the middle with my legs spread open. She crouches onto her knees infront of me in between my legs, from here I can see her tits barely exposed through her shirt. Her breasts are perfect, far bigger than mine. I wanted to see all of her body exposed before me.
"Undress for me... Slowly," I wanted to savor each minute of this moment. She unbuttons her shirt slowly revealing her black bra underneath. I take in a deep breath, I can't help but admire her beauty every time I see her even though I still recall ever inch of her body in my mind like it was yesterday. I love how her black thong leaves very little to imagine. I watch as she drops her bra to the ground. Her hand returns between my legs rubbing me as if I could feel the sensations in my cock. The visual stimulation is enough to make me instantly aroused. She unzips my jeans and I scoot my ass in the air for her to remove them completely. I pull my shirt and bra over my head tossing them off to the side. I watch her eyes scan my body and I can't help but wonder what she thinks. She takes my exposed cock in her hand and touches the tip of her tongue to the head. I see her look up at me. My heart starts racing and I can feel my face become flushed. I can't help but feel a slight embarrassment at how silly it may seem to want something so bad that I can't even feel. She doesn't ever seem to acknowledge that it's nothing like the real blow jobs she's given and does it for my pleasure without question. She worked her tongue over my shaft and then the head of my cock disappear between her lips. My hand gripped her hair between my fingers as my hand was on the back of her head beckoning for her to take me deeper into her mouth. I could feel my leg muscles begin to tense as I watched it slide in and out between her lips. My orgasm was beginning to build.
"Suck it," I could barely get the words out as my head tilted back against the couch. She slipped two of her fingers with ease into my dripping wet pussy and I let out a loud moan. I fought to keep my head up to watch her. I didn't want to miss a moment of this but as I exploded in orgasm my whole body shuttered and spasmed. She smiled slightly as if pleased with the reaction she had just caused. As she rose from her knees, she sucked her finger, tasting the cum left behind. My legs felt like rubber as she pulled my hands to get me off of the couch and led me towards the bed. I laid in the middle of the bed on my back as she positioned her legs spread over mine. My cock stood hard with my hand at the base, I bucked my hips slightly towards her but she pushed my stomach back down," Uhn uh. Tell me." She wanted to hear the words come out of my mouth.
"I want to watch you ride my cock. I want to watch every inch slide into you," I didn't even finish my next sentence before she slid me inside of her. My cock slowly disappeared in and out of her. I reached my hand up to roll her nipple between my fingers. She let out a gasp as I squeezed and tugged. I squeezed her nipple hard between my fingertips. "
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she shuttered in orgasm. I could watch her cum all night. I love fucking her. I love how adventurous she is. I love feeling like I have control over her. The power of fucking her hard or slow, denying or allowing her to cum... I know that's a power she enjoys as well. I'm used to being on the giving end more so than the receiving end of a cock but something about her makes me crave it.
"Fuck me," I said boldly. She looked at me almost surprised I had just uttered those words but without hesitation she was quick to fulfill my demand. I haven't been fucked in over a year and I'm not sure I'll be able to hold my orgasm long. She leans over top of me and kisses me as she enters my pussy. I can feel my pussy clench around the dick. "Mmmmm," I let out a little sigh as I had forgotten how it felt to be fucked. She slowly thrusted her hips being gentle, awaiting any sign she could have her way with me. I bit my lip slightly and looked up at her, "Fuck me." She had the green light to fuck me as hard as she wanted. Her strokes were long and fast. I wrapped my legs around her, "Oh my God, baby." I passionately kissed her. I knew she needed to cum.