We were getting dressed for my university course reunion party. I was in a white lace bra and thong with black thigh high stockings. I was moving the brush slowly through my hair, which caused me to thrust my chest out as I reached the end of each stroke. Steve had stopped getting dressed and was just looking at me.
I could see an erection forming in his underwear so I continued to brush my hair even though I didn't need to, accentuating my breasts more with each stroke. It never ceases to amaze my how easily he gets aroused watching me do the most mundane things. I have looked after my body but I am no spring chicken. Then again, neither is he and I still love to see him in just his shorts or underwear. Also, lying snuggled up against his chest on the sofa when watching a film just can't be beaten – except, of course, for making love with him.
I looked down at his erection, now fully formed and poking out of the top of his boxers, then moved my eyes up his body to his face until I was staring into his eyes. When our eyes met he seemed to come back to reality so I moved my eyes back down his body, opened my mouth slightly and ran my tongue over my lower lip.
He walked across the hotel room and gently ran his fingertips down the exposed right side of my neck as I completed another stroke with the brush. I couldn't help but shiver with pleasure at the sensation and could feel myself getting damp between my legs. Steve moved up against my back, pressing his erection against me. I turned around, still brushing my hair and ended up staring almost directly at his crotch.
I put my brush down and ran my hands up his thighs and across his crotch. They met in the middle over his very erect penis, which was already leaking some pre-cum. What is a woman to do? I eased his boxers down so that his erection pointed towards me. Then I leaned forward and took the tip into my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head, removing the pre-cum and eliciting a groan from Steve. I them pulled his boxers back up over his penis, patted it and told him that I would attend to him later. The look on his face was priceless.
He obviously decided to try to convince me to take it further before the party. He reached down and cupped a breast with one hand, then closed his thumb and forefinger over its nipple through my bra. I could feel even more moisture between my legs as both of my nipples became erect. Steve dropped to his knees with his hands on my thighs. His hands moved up my thighs to my pubic area. He ran his hands gently over the top of my thong. I decided that I might as well go along with it so I leaned back against the dressing table, effectively present my crotch to him.
Steve slipped a finger under the front of my thong then moved it down towards my vagina. He lifted the thong from between my lips and gently ran his knuckle across my clitoris and through the lubrication at my opening. I had no choice but to open my legs wider and push my crotch at him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He moved the thong to one side then leaned in and ran his tongue from the bottom of my vagina, through my now prominent lips and up over me clitoris.
I groaned in pleasure as he continued tonguing my clitoris and used a finger to part my lips. There was one thing for certain, he would know how aroused I was by the amount of juices his finger would encounter. He eased one, then two fingers into my opening and started rotating them clockwise and anti-clockwise, stimulating the nerves at my entrance. My arousal increased quickly and I thrust my pelvis towards him then the pleasure overcame me as an orgasm washed over me.
He continued tonguing me but moved his fingers out of my vagina. He then gently caressed my lips with his fingers, spreading my moisture over them. Periodically he would insert a finger into me and before I knew it, I was orgasming again. I had no choice but to push his head away from between my legs so that I could come down from the high I was on. He then edged forward on his knees and straightened up so that he could kiss me.
I took pleasure in tasting myself on his lips as we kissed and held each other. As I was getting my breath back the 'phone in the hotel room rang. It was reception telling us that our taxi was here. Steve recognised the futility of trying to complete what had been started and we both giggled as we rushed to get ready and leave for the party.
I thought I might try to give Steve a treat at the party so when I finished dressing I removed my thong but didn't tell him. Although I was wearing a shortish black skirt, I checked to make sure that I wouldn't be exposing myself to all and sundry in the general course of events – although I might have to be a bit careful getting into and out of the taxi and it remained to be seen what the seating arrangements would be at the party.
As I thought, getting into and out of the taxi without revealing myself was difficult. I think I gave the doorman a quick flash judging by the smile on his face as he closed the door. Steve commented on the doorman's smile but just assumed it was an indication of the general high level of service at the hotel.