I let her ride my face one morning.
I’m normally so in control. Especially with another woman. But this time I let her have what she wanted. What she needed.
In a high rise hotel. The curtains drawn open to the distant pre-dawn lights of the city.
Both of us completely naked. Her long, black hair falling over her slender brown shoulders. Her large breasts swaying as she rocked back and forth. One hand on her clit. The other next to my hip for support. Her pussy lips spread wide open for my tongue to taste her.
There was hurry. No urgency. She moved her hips. Slow and steady. My tongue flicked back and forth. I gripped her thighs. Her moans started soft and subtle but grew in pitch.
It wasn’t our first liaison. Just our first in a very long time.
These little trysts have happened for years. Every time business puts us in the same city.
But this was different. So sensual. So relaxed. Just about her. Despite my need to be touched.