I planned the stolen night like I plan most things in my life, with attention to detail and contingency plans. I covered my own alibi well, my family thinking I was heading off to a well-deserved weeklong girl’s trip. Well I was going to be joining my girlfriends on their annual ski trip, I was stealing the first 24 hours for myself. The girls thought I was taking a night to myself to rest and recharge before our usually rowdy time. It was almost too easy, suddenly I had 24 hours to myself where no one would be looking for me.
I don’ t know what you told your family, nor do I care. I trust you to be through and discreet. We have been dancing around this night for years, starting off with a subtle flirting and progressing to red hot desire. I was finally going to get what I have been yearning for, to be owned and taken in a way that was making me weak to think about.
I remember when I first met you, my husbands’ boss. That work party I felt something tug at me as you hugged me hello and felt your eyes on me a little too long. It was if I was a meal served on a plate for you to devour. I have been to your home when you have hosted us for dinner, and you to my home. I have interacted with you on countless occasions, each one with that ribbon of fire flickering through. At first it was just a hand on my arm a bit too long, maybe I would brush past you a bit too close. Soon it was stolen kisses and hot groping in dark corners at social functions. Both of us stood a lot to lose if we were ever found out, so we paced and waited.
We each got burner phones just to communicate with each other. Me hiding mine under my car seat or in my nightstand table. Our texts became more heated as I shared my unmet desires with you. We had talked over the plans for this night, what we both needed to feel satisfied. One thing was paramount for us both, we needed to feel each other as soon as possible. I had debated making you earn your place in me, drawing out the teasing over the evening. I knew I could not though, I had waited years for your naked body against mine. The teasing and slow build could wait until later, I needed you in me as soon as possible.
I arrived at the hotel before you. I wanted to be ready when you arrived. I unpacked the few things I had brought, made sure the bed turned down and I was dressed. This would be our first time together, and our first time away from others. Knowing your preference was soft colours and lace, I dressed accordingly. When I was ready, I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the flush of excitement evident across my cheeks. I stand 5”4, with generous breasts and hips. My auburn hair sits just past my shoulders, my green eyes large and bright. I admired the way the soft pink bustier pinched in my waist and pushed up my cleavage.
My secret phone beeped, the text telling me you were in the lobby and would be here in minutes. I was so excited, my body feeling like it had electricity coursing through it. I flung myself at you as soon as you came through the door. My mouth was hungry on yours; I could not get close enough of you. You tore off your own clothing without breaking connection with me, your need matching mine. Soon you stood naked before me, I broke away to get my first real in person look at your body. I had seen you naked in pictures and stolen quick feels, but nothing could prepare me for seeing you in front of me. Though you were well into your fifties, your body was in shape and muscular. I could see a sprinkling of grey in your chest hair and it made me smile. I have always preferred older men; the experience and confidence could not be found in anyone younger. You were already erect, your cock twitching and large in front of me. I knew your eyes were on me, taking in how I was barley contained in the lingerie, my breathing ragged.
You spoke in a low urgent voice and asked if I was ready. You took me and bent me over a nearby table, just a pale piece of silk covering my ass. I felt it being ripped away, leaving me fully exposed. The hot tip of your cock at my entrance seconds later. One hand on the small of my back to hold me where you wanted me, the other hand guiding your cock into place. You took no time on foreplay or to savor our first time, your need was too great. Your rock-hard cock pushed into me, stretching me, and making me both wince in pain as well as arch in pleasure. You knew how pain and pleasure are intertwined for me, that I needed to feel both to feel anything at all.
I knew that this first time would be hard and fast, you wanting to mark your territory by spilling your seed into me. I opened my legs up, positioning myself to take you as deep as I could. Your hands went to my hips, grabbing them so tight that I knew I would have handprints tomorrow. I raised my torso so that you could get a handful of my hair. You wrapped your fingers in my hair and pulled back, causing a spark to run down my body. I pushed back hard on you, telling you to give me everything you had. You did, sinking one final thrust into me before emptying yourself in my depths.
You pulled out of me, and I stood up on shaky knees. I had felt more intensity and need in the last 5 minutes then I had felt in many years. I felt alive and ready to give you anything you desired, but you were not done with me yet. You sank to your knees in front of me, placing one hand on each of my ass cheeks as you pulled me close to you. With the buildup I had felt getting ready and how well I had just been fucked I knew I it would not be long until I came. Your tongue parted my lips and began to work on my clit. I was already swollen and sensitive, your tongue made me doubt I could remain standing. Keeping your face buried, you continued to lick and suck on my clit, using your hands to steady and support me. I grabbed hold of your head, pushing you closer to me, not letting you move even if you wanted to. I felt my orgasm building, a powerful wave starting at my clit and taking over my body. I cried out as it washed over me and as my legs gave way, you lowered me to the floor. What ever happened next, I knew I would remember this first time the rest of my life.
You roused me with a kiss, your mouth tasting of both of our releases. The sweetness and saltiness making me moan your name. You smiled at me, knowing that I was as ready as you were for what was to come. With your help I stood up and let you guide me to the large marble bathroom. You turned the shower on and undid the clasps on what remained of my lingerie. We stepped into the shower together, the hot water running over us. You stood back from me, eyeing my body, and taking in every curve. It felt like you were committing me to memory. I watched you pick up a washcloth and soap and begin to wash me. You took your time, massaging my body as you ran your hands over every part of me. Soon I was clean, my body pink from the hot water running over it. I traded spots with you, putting you against the stream of water. Taking my cue from you, I ran the soapy cloth over your torso and down your legs. As I stroked your body, I could see your cock twitch and begin to grow again, ready for another round. I smiled as I knew what I had in mind for you.
During our chats you had shared that it had been a long time since you had had a blow job. Your wife did not enjoy giving them and you felt guilty pushing her to give one. Even your stories of blow jobs you had before you were married sounded like you had not had one provided by someone who was not only skilled, but honestly enjoyed giving them. Sucking your dick was something I had wanted to do for a long time, my mouth watering at the thought. I had wanted to taste you for years.
We left the shower and dried each other off before going to the large bed. I asked you to stretch out on your back, you did so quickly, you had guessed what was to come. I straddled you, lowering down to kiss you deeply. Being able to feel your mouth and tease your tongue while taking my time was a luxury to me. I could feel your hardness against me, I rocked slightly but did not let you near my opening. I began to work my way down your body, playfully biting your nipples and trailing my tongue along your abs. Soon my face was hovering over your member, I could hear your breath quicken as you felt my hair skim along your sensitive tip.
Unlike the earlier burst of passion, I was going to take my time with this. We had both waited for so long. I gently ran my hand up and down your shaft, before cupping your balls and holding your dick upright. From there I let you feel my warm exhale as I began to softly lick around your head. I spend a few moments getting you used to the touch of me, of my tongue swirling you. I moisten my lips and bring my closed mouth to the very tip of your cock. I then slowly, ever so slowly, open my mouth so you can feel my lips slide open against you. I then take you into my mouth, no stopping until you are pressed against the back of my throat. I slide you all the way out, repeating this process several times, until your cock is slick with my saliva. Your hands have grabbed the bed sheets and are twisting them as you feel your dick sliding in and out of my warm and eager mouth. I take your hands and place them on the back of my head, your fingers twist into my hair. You know how much I love the feel of my hair being played with and pulled, I soon let out a moan of my own.
I now begin to suck your cock harder than I did before. I am moving up and down your length with a steady rhythm, drawing you as deep as I can. I feel my chin graze your balls as your tip slides along the back of my throat. I am hungry for you; I have wanted to take care of you in this way for so long. I work to keep my gag reflex in check as you push my head down. You use your grip on me to increase the speed and depth while spit runs down my chin. What started as a sensual tease has turned into you fucking my mouth with the pent up need you have kept for so long. I love every minute of it.
Your moans are getting louder and I know you are getting close. I hear you ask me where you should finish, I know you have never been with someone who allowed you to finish in their mouth. I don’t want to break contact to answer, so I place my hands over your hands and push my head down as far as it will go. Your legs start to shake and I don’t let up, drawing you deep and hungrily working my tongue up and down your shaft. I feel cock twitch and soon I am swallowing rope after rope of cum that is pouring out of you. I never take my mouth away from you as you empty into me. When you are done you collapse, your hands falling from my hair. I take one final soft lick, making sure I have every drop, before moving to stretch out beside you.
It is several minutes before you speak, your voice breaks as you tell me how much you needed that. I smile and wonder if I will get chance to do that again before we leave tomorrow.
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