It’s late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you look at it. I’ve just returned to my hotel room after a busy evening out, still a little tipsy. He’s there, already sound asleep. He has been for hours; he doesn’t have the social stamina I do.
I consider just letting him sleep. That consideration lasts about 30 seconds before a devilish look crosses my face. He’s not going to get much more sleep tonight.
I step into the bathroom and begin to slowly remove and fold my clothes. I am taking my time, thinking about all the things I want to do to him, wondering how far I can get before he wakes up. I take a few minutes to look at myself in the mirror, admiring the natural lift still present in my bosom, the gentle curve of my hips, and the firmness off my ass. All parts of me I know he enjoys.
I walk slowly back into the room, careful not to make any noise. It’s a little chilly, he has the temperature in the room quite low, and my skin becomes covered in goosebumps. The sensation is exquisite, and the temptation to climb right under the covers with him is delicious. I resist, but it’s difficult. Sometimes denying pleasure is almost as good as receiving it.
I move around the bed so I am standing in front of him. He is sleeping on his side near the middle of the bed, head mostly buried in the pillow, arms covering his face. He is somewhere between heavy breathing and a lite snore, completely dead to the world. I reach up and tie my hair behind my head before dropping to my knees in front of his hips. My left hand makes its way oh so slowly under the covers, sliding up until I am close enough to touching him that I can tell he is not wearing any underwear. I smile again, because I know he didn’t put any on just in case I felt this way when I got in. It’s probably why he went to bed early in the first place. My fingers find their way to his cock, and start oh so gently and slowly stroking it. It begins to harden almost immediately, becoming larger and firmer with every touch.
Once he is fully aroused I let go and slowly pull my hand towards me, lifting the covers as I do. I can see him now, erect and looking tasty as always. I slide my body forward until my head is under the covers. I move my face right in front of the tip of his cock, and begin to flick it with my tongue. I feel a small shudder move through his body, but no other movement. I continue to tease the tip, moving my tongue around it in circles, slow, then fast, then slow again. I take the tip in my mouth and suck a little, slowly taking more and more, moving back and forth, until I feel him hit the back if my throat. His cock hardens even more, and I hear a groan of pleasure.
I know he’s no longer asleep, but let the fantasy continue nonetheless. I continue to pleasure him with my mouth, pulling back to tease the tip, then moving forward to take as much of him in my mouth as possible, a little deeper every time. I can feel myself getting more excited with each shudder of his body, each increasingly deep moan, and the cold air in the room chilling my exposed wetness adds to my own enjoyment. I am tempted to reach down and touch myself, but I resist. I know I don’t need it; I am more than ready for him.
I get that first taste of him in my mouth and I know this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. My right hand moves quickly to his upper hip, and pushes him gently until he rolls over onto his back, my mouth never leaving his cock. The movement allows me enough room to climb onto the bed, still fully engaged in the blowjob. The covers slide down as I do, and he is also now fully exposed. I can’t wait any longer. My mouth releases him as my body moves, and within moments I am on top of him, straddling him backwards and sliding myself down onto his cock, giving him a full view of my backside as I do so. I feel his arms come up and his hands grab my hips, his body adjusting a little to get us both in the perfect position. As I push down he lifts up, and we are matching each other’s thrusts, in sync, perfectly.
He releases my hips and begins to fondle my butt cheeks. The squeezing gets harder as the thrusting continues as he gets closer to finishing, almost rough. I love it, and begin to fondle my own breasts with one hand and my clit with the other. I am getting wetter and wetter, so close to finishing, and I can feel the ripples of him getting close to the same. Within a few minutes we are both there, crying out in ecstasy, as he pours in to me and I tighten and shudder around him. My orgasm lasts for several moments and he waits it out, familiar with how I continue to cum. When I am finished I slump forward a little in release. I feel him sit up behind me, still joined but moving us into a slightly different position, until I am now straddled on his sitting lap. He puts his arms around me, pulling me close. His nibbles the back of my neck and mumbles, “That was lovely, but now it’s my turn”. I shudder once more in anticipation and imagine what might come next…
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