Karen and I had been chatting on the internet for months. We finally decided to meet. My house was too far away for her to drive to and she had family living at her place, so we agreed to meet at a hotel about a half hour from Karen's house. I booked the room and explained to check-in that my 'roommate' would most likely arrive before I would return from things I needed to tend to. I requested two keys; mine and another they should have ready for her. I went up to the room and called Karen from there. "Meet me in room 3387 in one hour. Pick up a key from the front desk and let yourself in." A quick note after I hung up and I was out the door.
Oddly enough, I knew Karen through my former employer. As a customer service rep, I spoke with her over the phone all the time. However, we never met. My boss met her though. He gave me the low down on this beautiful woman. She was a voluptuous girl, 15 years my senior with large, full breasts. After I left my then current job, she and I continued to keep in touch via email. There was a definite mutual interest that we both felt enough of, to explore in person. So we did.
Karen showed up on time. She turned the light and found a single file trail of rose pedals leading to the bed. On the bed, a pile of rose pedals; on top, in the middle, was a note, folded in half. Karen's name was on it. She picked it up and read it.
"Karen...
I had to take care of a few things. I'll be here shortly. Relax, make yourself comfortable, have a glass of wine.
Calvin"
Karen looked up and around the room and saw a chilling stand next to the table. Two bottles of wine were wedged in ice in the stand; two glasses sat on the table. I showed up ten minutes later.
I slid my credit card key in the door, waited for the green light, turned the door handle and slowly pushed the door open. I heard a muffled sound. Water. Behind a closed door. The shower was running. I closed the door and quietly walked in. Karen was in the bathroom. I walked over to the table and poured myself a glass of wine. Karen had already opened a bottle so I helped myself. I sipped as I undressed. Once naked, I refilled my glass and walked towards the bathroom. I eased the door open, stepped in and closed the door. I could hear the different sounds of the water in the shower as Karen moved around. I went to the foot of the tub and drew the shower curtain from the wall, towards the center of the rod. Karen was startled for a moment but relaxed once she realized what was going on.
"Wine...?" I asked. She smiled. I moved the glass towards her but when she reached, I pulled away and smirked.
"Tease." she said, as water ran over her lips. Her eyelids kept batting as water flowed over them, coming down from her head. Her hair was matted against her skin. My eyes fell from her head to her shoulders and kept falling as I soaked in the wonderful view of her nakedness. Each part of her body was like its own, separate, little waterfall as the clear fluid cascaded over her shape. The steam was like a mist, fogging and exciting my senses all at once.
When my eyes fell upon her pubic area, I noticed that she was completely shaven. No. Waxed. Wow; she really went all out for me. She looked at me looking at her, wonder in her eyes. Slowly, I stepped into the shower, behind her. The shower head was in front of her, above her head. Water streamed down like soft, hot pellets against her breasts. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. If I was beginning to sweat then she was definitely hot. I put my right hand on her left shoulder and turned her around, facing me. I raised the glass, smiled and leaned down brushing my lips on her breast, right by her nipple. I poured some of the wine on her chest and let it run down her bosom, running off her nipple into my mouth. She flinched at first; the cold wine stung against her hot skin. Then she closed her eyes as a whispered moan escaped her lips.
The sound of the running water quickly muffled her moan. The constant splashing of the water on the tub floor was an erotic sort of soundtrack, playing in the background. I traced my index finger down Karen's breast, towards her nipple, then circling around it. I could almost see it throb. I licked the faint taste of wine from my fingertip. Karen watched, her mouth slightly open. I gently slid my finger past her lips, on top of her tongue. It was soft. Hot. Wet. Her lips closed around my digits and I felt a suction-like pressure. She closed her eyes as her cheeks dimpled; she slowly sucked my finger for a moment, then I pulled it away. Out of her mouth, my finger ran over her bottom lip, over her chin and down her neck. I made erratic lines on her chest as my finger continued its journey south. A teasing circle below her waist line and up back around her belly button made her stomach muscles lightly contract. Finally, I moved down lower. The smoothness of her mound was very inviting. I lingered further down until the tip of my finger was between her lips. Below her clit, I moved down until I felt her entrance. Then I moved back up. Slowly, I moved my finger up and down, introducing my skin to hers. Mingling with her wetness. Enjoying her warmth. Every few moments, Karen's body shuddered slightly; her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and her muscles were tense.
I stopped for a moment. Karen opened her eyes; the mix of question and disappointment on her face was cute. Once she realized that I was just trying to sit down in the tub, the expression on her face turned to curiosity. Once seated Indian-style, I put my hand on Karen's left leg and pulled it towards me. Her right foot sat in front of me, to my left. Her left foot was to the right of my right thigh. Karen's legs were open and her pussy was inches from my face. Her whole body was wet, but it was the soft fold of her lips that glistened. I ran my hand up her right thigh, embracing her smooth skin. I reached and ran my hands across her ass. It was soft; firm; smooth. My hand glided with the hot water over her cheeks and then between them. A very secret area; sensitive. I slipped my hand in deeper, moving it along her crease, my pinky finger brushing against her anus. Every inch, every curve of her ass was so smooth, so supple; even hairless. I brought my hand down further and forward, once again tracing her pussy lips. My hand turned as my middle finger traced her opening and moved. With my middle and index fingers, I spread her lips apart, exposing her clitoris. I cocked my head back and straightened my back, moving my mouth towards her sex. My finger made circles around her clit. Within seconds, she was swollen. Her heartbeat was now centered in her clit. So close to her, I blew on her clit. She jumped. That was my cue. I flicked my tongue over her clit. First just single, upward strokes. Deliberately slow. Then I quickened the pace. Karen began moaning. Soon I was rapidly lapping at her clit. My tongue flicked wildly, licking and probing her love button. I ran my finger into her sopping wet pussy. Her juices were beginning to run down her thighs.
I looked up at Karen; she was cradling her breasts. She caressed them upwards, stopping only to pull on her nipples. Her mouth was open, allowing her to "ooooh" every few moments. Droplets of water fell from her tits, onto my face. The sight of Karen playing with her tits while I sucked on her clit turned me on immensely. I slipped another finger inside her and began steadily working them in and out. I was now feverishly eating her pussy. I licked and lapped at her folds, drinking her wetness as it practically poured into my mouth. Karen's moans got louder, encouraging me to lick faster and suck harder. My fingers were deep inside her, massaging her g-spot. Karen started screaming. Loud.
"Oh! Oooooh.... my god! Oh, god, oh, god, oh god!"
She got louder and louder. I could tell she was nearing her climax.
"Oooooh! OoooaaaaAHHHH!"
