It’s been some time since Sara and I have seen each other.
We meet up as often as we can, but we’re separated by great distances, so every so often our holiday periods coincide, and we make the most of it. We managed to land two weeks in the middle of the year, and so we’re off gallivanting. I’d say there’s a few stories on the way from this particular sojourn.
We always choose somewhere in Asia, as it’s a nice halfway point, and our money goes pretty far when it comes to staying at interesting places. For the last three days, we’ve holed up in a little boutique hotel. Top floor, and there’s no other rooms around, so it makes for some quality catch up time.
Sara works in a fairly stress heavy environment. Lots of early mornings, late nights, and rare weekends kind of job. Terribly responsible at a high level, and so when holiday time rolls around, she prefers to embrace the lazy side. When she does have moments free from work, when at home, she focuses her leftover attention and energy into the gym. Which, well, suits me just fine, as cuts herself a fine figure. Feminine through and through, and an ass I can worship in the confines of a luxury hotel room.
Sara got to our destination first, beating me by half a day. As soon as I arrive, predictably, I find her nestled in bed reading books, glasses on, and expectedly naked.
“Took your fucking time!”, she jokes, and gets up to give me a long, warm, hug. I immediately trace her perfectly formed sides, and give her ass a firm squeeze. “You should probably take a shower”, she suggests, visibly displeased at my in-transit self.
Of course, I welcome this shower. Nothing like cleansing that travelling filth. Also, I know, she says this as she wants full access, and wants me perfectly clean. There’s two things I’ve learnt about stressed, high powered women: they love getting fucked hard, and equally pay it back by sucking cock and licking ass with dexterity. Alternatively, I’ve just made good choices in life.
Moments after emerging from the shower, Sara is already on her knees in front of me. Her beautiful sparkle blue eyes are staring up at me; mascara in full swing, and eye shadow that frames an already exquisite picture. It doesn’t take her much to get me hard. Without a word, she starts by giving the head of my cock loving kisses – first, her blood red lips glide along, stopping about an inch in, and then I can feel her tongue licking the underside of the head. She moves her lips back again, so the head rests against her lips, and she gives me a few more kisses, let’s me see her tongue kiss the underside of the head again, and then repeats again. She knows this drives me mad, but knows it’s the right frustration that gets me intensely hard.
Her hands are clutching my ass. I’m quite ready to face fuck her workaholic self, but I’m also content to let her do her thing. I console myself, and settle with playing with her hair.
“Look at me while you suck my cock”, I remind her. She rarely takes orders when she’s at work, so having someone tell her exactly what to do drives her crazy. She looks up at me again, and holds the gaze. For me, this is one of life’s perfect views. This is why I travel across continents, when given the chance.
As my erection begins to prove it’s worth, Sara begins to slowly take more of my cock in her mouth. Her kisses are getting less controlled, and I can feel the build up of saliva in her mouth, and along my cock. When she’s down to that final inch towards the base of my cock is when I start facefucking her – my hands no longer caressing her hair, but cradling the back of her head as I take control of setting the pace. My cock glides in and out of her lips. She makes the noises you yearn for. That I yearn for.
She knows me well enough that I’m not willing to come for her yet, and when she feels me starting to well up, she moves her lips’ attention to my balls. My cock is erect, dripping with her saliva, and she eagerly purses her lips onto one of my testicles. She hasn’t broken eye contact.
I told her sometime ago that she doesn’t need to take great care when she had that part of me in her mouth, that I derive an inordinate amount of pleasure in the trust of such a delicate part of my body, and the level of ferocity her mouth can exert upon me. When she moves to the other testicle, she grabs my cock (after a little interlude where she licks her open palm in an exhibitionist ritual), hard, and just holds it, squeezing on the offbeat of her sucking. Her thumb rubs the tip of my cock, waiting impatiently for the first sign of pre-come.
As soon as she feels it, she stops, turns around and immediately gets on all fours, on the shined hardwood of the hotel room’s floor.
“Fuck me, now”, this is where I get a glimpse of Sara’s work place determination. It’s like she’s ordering me to give me answer for something I’ve fucked up. Except, well, from what I’ve seen of her, I feel lucky that I see it in this context, and not in a professional context.
I do as I’m told, and I enter her glistening pussy (she gets extremely wet when she goes down on me), in her preferred position – one of my knees on the ground, and my other leg with my foot on the ground. She says she likes this angle, and the sadist in me loves the feeling of her pubic bone against me – it’s almost like a flag to let me know there’s some very deep fucking going on.
It’s hard to tell who’s setting the pace any more. I spread Sara’s ass cheeks apart; the sight of her tight asshole drives me crazy, and I love watching her labia wrap around my cock as we thrust in time together. I move my hips as hard as I can, and Sara pushes and pulls her ass along my cock with fine precision.
Being a devious and calculated woman, it takes me more than a few moments to realise that she’s positioned us so we can watch ourselves fucking in the hotel room’s mirror. Sara’s always loved to watch herself getting fucked in the mirror. We lock gazes in the reflection. I love seeing her alternate between pouts and and open mouth while I pound her pussy from behind.
“Are you tired from your flight?”, she asks, her words coming out in bursts, in between moans.
“I don’t even know anymore – I’m pretty happy doing this”. Truth being, the flight exhausted the hell out of me, but I didn’t want this to get in the way of my welcome gift.
“Well, how about you come now?”, it’s a question in the form of an answer.
“Can I?”, equally not a question from me. I’m not used to bring the first to come. Especially with Sara. I like to make sure she is pleased through and through before I can come. In the forefront of my brain, you see, it means I’d have to stop fucking for a few moments, and I admittedly, and understandably, enjoy the act of fucking immensely.
Again, not missing a beat, she turns around so she’s lying on my back, and shimmies down the floor – my cock aimed at the upper part of her body.
“Come wherever you need to”, and without much more suggestion, it only takes me a few more strokes of my cock with my hand to release myself. I don’t even really aim, as I’m fairly lost in the moment. Her eyes open wide as I watch my ejaculate cover her breasts, neck, lips, tongue, and cheek. She moans in absolute appreciation.
She dips her right index finger on some of come on her breasts, rubs it on her left nipple a bit, and then brings it to her lips.
I think we’re both ready for holidays.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/90icrs/holiday_mode_mf
Wow, hot!