I hear your soft knock on the door and answer it. You give me a peck on the cheek. I’ve stayed here before, so you know where everything is and head directly for the bathtub, taking off your clothes as you go. It’s a charming way you have – abandoning your clothes on the floor in a rush to get naked.
This is a five-star hotel. The bathtub is huge and sits in an alcove. Today it was lit by rose-scented candles, and rose petals float in the round tub, which is full of barely hot water. The champagne is chilled in the bucket and I pour you a pink flute before I kiss you and lift you into the tub. You are so petite, I barely feel your weight.
We rub each other with pink liquid soap. I give your your petite, perfect breasts extra attention. “I think we’ll need another bottle of soap just for for your belly,” you giggle. When I run the washcloth over your mound, you take advantage of the moment to wrap your legs around my neck and kiss me. We sit like that for several moments, and then I turn you around so I can wash your hair. You lean back against me and wriggle your tiny bottom against my lap, giggling some more.
“I take care of my younger lover,” I say.
“I’m only six years younger than you.”
“But a hundred and ten pounds lighter,” I reply.
“You’re always so careful not to crush me.”
We’re finished. I take you in my arms and lift you out of the tub, taking advantage of the moment to sneak in another little kiss. Then I dry you with a high-thread count terry-cloth waffle weave towel, so good against your soft skin and especially your nipples. We hold hands again as we walk to the bedroom.
I’m almost an old man, and I have to make allowances for my bodily weakness. To spare my neck and back, I seat you in a chair, push your knees apart and kneel before you. At first I tease you a bit – running my tongue back and forth between your outer lips and around the rim of your vagina. Your thighs tighten around me head and I know what you want next. I get my tongue under your clitoral hood and touch the tip to your swelling love bead directly. This, this is what you know I can do for you!. Sometimes you want my tongue firm and fast, sometimes slow, and light. I can tell what you need from the touch of your thighs, to drip of your juice down my chin.
I don’t count the orgasms – but I think you do. You slump ever slightly back in the chair. Your hands had been stroking my bald head, sometimes digging in to my scalp, but now they’re at rest. I lift you from the chair and carry you to bed. You’re almost dozing. We spoon for a while as i give you a head and neck massage. I realize you’re pressing your thighs together in THAT rythym and reach around to play with your breasts.
Now you want to please me (and enjoy a few more orgasms!). “Where is the kit?”
“Right here,” I say. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I saw the videos you made. I cant stop thinking about them.”
“Ok.”
I fill the syringe. First, you run the alcohol swab around my penis. Then you take the syringe and my penis in your dainty hands, hold the needle point at the 3 o’clock position and in one smooth motion you slide the needle in. There is a bit of resistance until you reach the hollow core. No resistance at all! You press the plunger and my penis fills with the medicine.
“We’ve got a fifteen-minute wait,” I remind you. You kiss my hand. I’ve seen your videos, too. I know how you like to be fingered. Your spread your legs apart and I sit between them, yoga-style. You like a lot of play on your clitoris, but a lot of in-out too. I use my thumb.
At the fifteen-minute mark my wrecked old penis finally wakes up. You push me back down on the bed. “Time for you to rest your bones, Old Man.” You straddle me, lean forward on your arms and begin to bounce. I reach up and place a hand on each breast. Time passes. You come twice, I think. The advantage of the shot is that it keeps me going for three hours, so we finish our session face to face, with your right leg over my hip.
The drug makes me hard, but sometimes I don’t cum. Not to worry. I take my pleasure from the smiles on my tiny friend, as she falls asleep in my arms.
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