The week came for our adventure and we had made arrangements for the boys to stay at friends for the weekend.
We packed the car and set off. Soon we were at the hotel and checked in and were taken to our room there was a connecting door but once I checked it was locked and the key was on our side of the door, I felt at ease. My head was buzzing as I finally opened our suitcase hanging the dress that I was going to wear that evening I then stretched out on the bed, as I sat up I looked around to see Rob looking at me smiling at the thought of what was going to happen that evening.
For that afternoon I was at Rob's disposal, and his mercy. Fear of what would happen later was the furthest thing from my mind, and now, as he pushed me back onto the bed next he pulled at my dress ripping the buttons, then he nibbled my neck, I bit my lip to keep from squealing with pleasure. He wanted my body out of the restraints of the clothes that I was wearing, so Rob began tugging slowly at my ripped dress until it was off and thrown on the floor, next my knickers were torn from my hips.
My excitement grew tenfold as I realized that I was really incapable of freeing myself as he held me to the bed his will was my pleasure. Rob worked his way to my breasts, and as he sucked a nipple into his mouth I nearly stopped breathing. I could feel myself moaning again and again as he exited my nipples and while holding my arms above my head against the bed sheets I was his for the taking. As my body moved helplessly beneath him, and as he continued to toy with my now aching nipple,
I was already in a state of bliss. I arched my back in a vain attempt to elicit more pressure from Rob's mouth. As his prick entered my body I almost begged him to bite down hard on my nipples, just enough to make it hurt a little bit. I don't know if it was the anticipation of the night's events or the pleasure Rob was now giving my body but my body shook with its first orgasm of the day as Rob worked on my pussy in a slow methodical manner.
My hips were rocking slowly toward him, and on their own. I was lost in my thoughts of Linnet, of how tonight was to be so perfect, of how I was going to enjoy whatever lay in store. But he broke my train of thought when two fingers of his hand pushed inside my arse. I could feel my muscles tensing around them, and realized that for him to slide them in so quickly could only mean I was so wet that I had lubricated my own arse with my sexual juices my legs pulled up around his back locking my ankles around his back.