Finally together, for what you might call their second date. Other then the first time they met, during which they ate lunch at an Applebees, Bill and Angel always met at a motel room. From the second they meet, until the second they leave each other; Angel and Bill are totally caught up in their lust. Their lips lock, their hands immediately find erogenous zones; until they are wedged together from their tongues in each others mouths, to their toes all entwined. Of course that includes all those spots in between; chest to breasts, pelvic to pelvic, their entangled legs, and Bill's cock deep inside Angel's pussy. And that is the way they stay, whether they are together only thirty minutes or eight hours. They fuck from the moment they get together until they are forced to part.
Tonight is different though. Finally, they are able to spend almost two days together. Meeting at the motel room as usual, it is all they can do, not to follow their usual pattern of kiss, feel, peel, eat pussy, suck cock, and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck.
Pushing her out of his arms, Bill, tries to catch his breath after a long, passionate welcoming kiss. Bill protests, "Stop!... Enough!... Let's wait.... Let's go to... dinner first.... I'm so hot for you. I want you so bad. But, I don't want to loose this feeling. Not yet."
Although his words are strong, his fortitude is weak. Unable to resist her pouting face, Bill pulls Angel into his arms again, kissing her hard with passion and a whole lot of tongue. He searches every portion of Angel's mouth he can reach, while she melts into his arms. She reaches down between their legs, finds his cock pressing hard against the inside of his pants. With the palm of her hand, she strokes its length and moans into his mouth. Angel returns his kisses with even greater passion, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth this time, while she rotates her head back and forth as the excitement engulfs her.
Angel takes hold of Bill's arms and swings him around, pushing him up against the wall. "No, I can't wait. It's been almost a month." Before he can answer or protest, she plants her lips hard against his and attacks the inside of his mouth with her tongue once more. Her hands are down at his pasts fumbling with his belt, snaps and zipper. In only a few moments, she has his pants undone and is pushing them down over his hips. She bends down with her hands as they push down his pants, rotating her head up to keep the kiss going as long as she can.
As soon as their lips part, she dives down between his legs. Her hands quickly pulling down his thong – the one he always wears for her – and takes that hard exposed cock into her mouth. Kneeling before him, she sucks it in and all the way down her throat. Then she slowly pulls her lips up to its head. She concentrates her efforts on that sensitive spot just below the rim of the crown on the underside of his cock. Her tongue wiggles back and forth there, as her lips roll back and forth over its purple head. Looking up, she smiles at him with her eyes. After a few moments, she pulls away saying, "You still want to go to dinner?" and immediately takes his cock into her mouth again.
In a moment of extreme self-discipline, Bill reaches down, grabs her shoulders and pulls her up to him. He kisses her hard, pulls back and says, "Yes. As much as I would love to have you, suck me off, get me hard again and fuck you all night long. I really, really want to take you out and show you off. I want to take you out and get you so hot that you want to rape me before we can even get out to the parking lot."
"Well alright." Angel responds with resignation. "When you put it like that, what can a girl say but, ...alright?"
"Well then, go get ready."
She starts to pull away, but Bill grabs her and kisses her hard again. Their tongues fight for possession of the others mouth. He pulls her around 180 degrees and pushes her, hard up against the wall this time, his cock rubbing against her pelvic mound, the passion growing stronger and stronger. Growing weak, he wants her, wants to take her right now as he usually does. Angel is hoping, wishing he would take her as he usually does. She needs him just as desperately as he needs her.
Bill finally breaks the kiss, too weak to resist, he starts to kneel before her. However, before he a can go down very far, she grabs his shoulders this time, pulling him back up to her. She places her hands on either side of his cheeks, saying, "If I don't go change right now... it's not going to happen. We'll be here the rest of the night. I want to give you the best night of your life and if taking me out and showing me off will do that, then let me go."
She pulls his head to hers and kisses him hard. After another moment or two she pulls away and ducks under his arm. Grabbing her small suitcase and a bag she runs off to the bathroom. Bill shakes his head, turns, tucks himself back in and moves to the bed.
A half hour later, Angel opens the door to the bathroom slightly. The light is off and she just opens the door far enough to ask, "Are you ready? Close your eyes till I tell you to open them."
Without saying anything, Bill closes his eyes.
"Are your eyes closed?"
"Yes. Yes. They're closed."
Bill hears the door open and Angel's footsteps across the room until she is right in front of him. She says, "Okay. You can open them now."
She stands there before him, wearing a black see-through, long sleeved blouse. A black see- through camisole almost hides her braless breasts, but not quite. Below she wares a tight mini-skirt, black mesh stockings and black heels. She pirouettes once for him and asks, "Well. What do you think?"
"Wow!... Are you hot or what!" Bill exclaims. Reaching out to the hem of her skirt, he asks, "Are you wearing panties?"
Before he can lift the hem, she slaps his hand, responding, "You'll have to wait to find out. Shall we go?"
"If we don't, I'm going to rape you right here and now." He acknowledges.
"You can't rape the willing." She bends over and kisses him with her tongue already stuck out.
Across the street at the lounge, they enter arm in arm. He walks her in a circuitous route to a table almost back where they came in. He parades her past the bar and then past a couple of tables with men in suits, obviously discussing business. He slows down at each one to give them a chance to get a good look. Finally, at the table he holds an arm out indicating he wants her sit on the side of the booth facing one of the tables with three men. He sits down next to her rather than across the table.
His hand immediately goes to her leg just above her knee. He begins rubbing the top of her thigh as he asks, "Did you see those guys looking at you."
"Not really." She answers, her eyes cast down as if a little embarrassed.
"Well, take my word for it. Their eyes were all over you. They are jealous as can be, knowing what I'm going to get and they're not." His hand is roaming ever closer to the top of her thigh.
Just before his hand could get close enough to find out if she is wearing panties, she grabs it. "Not so fast Babe. What if one of those guys wants to get a little of that action? The action you think you're going to get."
"Well, that's up to you of course – I guess. I just didn't think you would want to take on a stranger." And then after a little pause, "However, the thought is really hot though." Bill admits, envisioning her back in the room with another guy fucking her doggy style, while each thrust is forcing her mouth down along the whole length of his cock.
Angel's hand is busy under the table as well. At first, she is just rubbing him through his jeans, the palm of her hand rolling back and forth over the obvious bulge between his legs.
As she starts to pull down his zipper, "Hey?" Bill questions, "How come you get to feel me up, but I can't do the same to you?"
Withdrawing her hand, Angel teases, "You want me to quit?"
"Not on your life, sweetie," grabbing her hand and placing it back on his bulge.
Leaning into her, Bill takes her lips with his, inserting his tongue very slowly. Angel's other hand slides through Bill's hair. Upon reaching the back of his head, she pulls him tightly to her lips and returns the kiss with passion matching his own. Her fingers wiggle through the zipper opening, quickly wrapping around his thong covered bulge and squeeze. They kiss and kiss, Angel turning her head from side to side, while her fingers continue to squeeze and relax on his cock; until someone very close interrupts them by clearing her throat.
Bill turns around and Angel looks up to find the waitress standing there impatiently, tapping a pencil on an order pad. "Can I bring you something to drink?"
They order and hardly before the waitress has time to step away they are again arm in arm, kissing with fervor. Angel's hand finds his zipper opening again and quickly, frantically work between the teeth. Working unsuccessfully to pull down the thin material, her fingers pull it out still incased in the silky, skimpy red material. Her palm rubs over the material, while her fingers reach around its girth, grasps the skin underneath. Bill moans into Angel's mouth, wishing they were still over in the motel room.
Bill reaches over and caresses her breast, rotating the palm of his hand over the harden nipple. Angel moans into his mouth now, simultaneously with the sound of two glasses clunking down hard on the table.
"Are you ready to order or do you need a little more time?" the waitress asks.
"Yes, I guess we'll need a few more minutes." Bill decides.
The waitress turns, steps away and says not quite under her breath, while shaking her head, "Or maybe a motel room."
