BLONDE
We're kissing as I close her hotel room door. Her hands are on my waist, holding me close, my hands are running up and down her back and through her long wavy hair. We break for air.
"This is so wrong," she whispers.
"And?" I ask. "D'you care?"
She smiles. "No." We kiss again.
She pushes me up against the wall behind me, her hands on my cheeks as our tongues delve into each others' mouths. My hands find her toned buttocks, and pull her into my crotch. I squeeze, she moans into my mouth, her hands start undoing my shirt. I slide my hands up her back, under her T-shirt, and find her bra. I undo it, and with a certain amount of fumbling, I take it off as she relieves me of my shirt and T-shirt. We giggle at each other, then my hands are under her T-shirt again, caressing her waist, as I bend to kiss her neck. Her hands undo my trousers, and they slide to the floor as she slips a hand into my boxers and starts exploring. I kiss my way down her neck, over the skin exposed by the neck of her T-shirt - her shoulders, her chest, down to her cleavage. I use my hands to pull her sweatpants down to mid-thigh, then slide one behind into her knickers, and the other in front, outside. I begin to rub gently with the one at the front, and squeeze with the one at the back, as I kiss my way back up to her lips. Her hand is working my cock as her other caresses my chest, her eyes are closed and she's breathing heavily. We kiss, just lips this time, until she breaks.
"Bed?" she suggests.
"Yes," I reply. She leads me into her room, discarding her sweatpants as she goes, and kneels sideways on the bed. I slip behind her and whisper for her to sit on the edge. She does, and I sit behind her, legs either side of hers. My cock is sticking out of my boxers, pressed up against the small of her back. I lift her hair out of the way and begin kissing her neck and shoulders again. I raise my hands and slide them down the top of her T-shirt, over her breasts. She sighs and leans back into me. I begin toying with her nipples, cupping her breasts. She pulls my head up from her neck so she can kiss me. One of her hands holds me in place while the other slips into her knickers. I start grinding my hips into her, she leans back into me. I pull my hands out of her T-shirt and we break the kiss.
I stand up, and pull her up with me. I lift her T-shirt off over her head, and with my hands on her hips pull her in close against me. I savour the sensation of her breasts pressed against my chest and my cock against her belly as we kiss yet again. Her hands slide inside my boxers and begin squeezing my arse. We start gently grinding against each other, tongues duelling, arms wrapped around each other.
I break the kiss and bend down. My left hand slides to her buttock and starts mirroring her hands on mine, while my right wanders up to her left breast. I blow gently across her right nipple, then move in to suck it, while my hand cups and caresses her other breast. Her breasts are beautiful; small, compared to some that were in the bar tonight, but perfectly formed. They don't hang or sag, they are beautifully soft, and are just the right size for her slim frame. Her areolae are small and dark, and her nipples are just perfect. She gasps as I gently tweak them both between fingertips and teeth. Her hands have moved to the front of my boxers - one is stroking my cock, the other is cupping my balls.
I move over to her other breast as my hand trails down over her stomach, her navel, and comes to rest on her thigh. I lever her knickers down a few inches, enough to give unimpeded access to her crotch. With my left hand still fondling her arse, my right moves between her legs. I slide my fingertips slowly up and down over her crotch. She widens her stance, affording me better access. I start kissing my way up her chest to her mouth again, taking my time. Her hand is moving faster on my cock, her other has started trailing over my chest. I slip my middle finger inside her just as I reach her lips, her gasp of pleasure disappears into my mouth. As we kiss, I start moving my finger in and out, from the first knuckle to the third, the palm of my hand brushing her clitoris each time my fingers are fully in. She starts rocking back and forth, moving her hips in counterpoint to my hand.
She pulls out of the kiss - she's panting. We gaze into each others' eyes as I frigg her and she wanks me. "More," she gasps between breaths. I pull my hand out and slide my first two fingers back in, my palm brushing her clitoris. She whimpers, and transfers her hand from my chest to hers. She starts cupping her own breast, teasing the nipple between thumb and forefinger, as she starts pumping quicker on my cock. I match her pace, using my left hand on her buttocks to keep contact with her. Suddenly she stiffens and wails, she comes, her pussy pulsing round my fingers, her hands still. I keep pumping until she relaxes, then slow down and ease her onto the bed. I pull out as she lies down, chest heaving. I kneel between her legs and start licking up her juices. After a few seconds, she puts her hands on the back of my head to hold me in place, and I continue, now paying attention to her clitoris. It doesn't take long for her to come again, and then she lets me up.
"Your turn," she tells me. "How do you want it?"
I look at her, all her lithe body, her perfect breasts, her gorgeous legs, and I realise I've hardly seen the bit of her that most attracted me to her in the first place - her arse. "Doggystyle," I tell her. She smiles saucily, and turns to kneel on all fours with a knowing look over her shoulder. I take a good look - as perfect as her breasts are, her arse is even more so; it's toned, firm, each buttock almost perfectly round. I run my hands up her thighs over her arse, as I press my cock up against it. I pull back a little. I stroke my cock enough to make sure I'm hard while I squeeze her buttock with my other hand. I find her entrance and guide my tip to it. I push slowly inside her wet folds, and when I am all the way in, I move my hands to her hips and start thrusting. I extend my thumbs to run over her buttocks as I gradually speed up. She was moaning, now she's gasping with each thrust. She drops from her hands to her elbows. I reach forward with one hand and briefly cup her swaying breast as she pushes back against me. It's a stretch though, and I lose my rhythm. I let her breast go and return both hands to her hips, letting me speed up again. Her gasps have gone back to moans, a constant ululating noise of pleasure. She reaches back with one hand to press her fingertips to her clitoris. I feel myself building, I pump harder and faster. She wails as another climax hits her, the sound and her stiffening push me over, and I clamp our hips together as I shoot my load inside her.
We collapse on the bed next to each other. We run our hands over each others' bodies, kissing, hands cupping breasts, caressing hips. She starts stroking my cock, so I slide my hand between her legs and begin rubbing. I bend enough to take a nipple between my lips, and she gasps.
"Shit! Look at the time! My husband's plane landed ten minutes ago!"
"Shit!"
We seperate, and I turn over to look at the bedside clock. "Twenty to eleven. I'd better be going."
"Yes." We get up and start to retrieve our clothes. I can't resist one last quick grope of her gorgeous tits as I help her on with her bra. Fully clothed, we kiss one last time. "Thank you. It was fun."
"Thanks. You too."
"You'd better go."
