Having checked in we went up to our room. As soon as I entered the room I loved it. To one side there was a king-sized bed with what is called a comforter on it, it was so puffy and soft I just had to jump on the bed and sink down into it before Jon had locked the door. The walls of the room were off-white and its ambience was decorated in matching pastel colours. The carpet surrounding the bed was of a deep pile, which tickled my toes as I walked barefoot across it. Against the wall, beside an open fire place stood a 3 mirrored antique dresser; separate doors led off to the Jacuzzi and wash areas.
Jon pulled me into his arms and gave me a long, deep kiss. I began to frottage against his thigh; he stopped kissing me and gently pushed me away.
"Slow down, we have all night. We've less than an hour before dinner." Jon said as he turned me around and slapped my ass to get me moving. I turned around, grabbed my utility bag and stuck my tongue out at him just as I entered the bathroom to take a quick shower and change into the outfit I had packed this morning. I could hear his laughter as I closed the door.
Thirty minutes later, I opened the bathroom door and stepped out. I was wearing a black silk dress with silver threads forming a stripy pattern on the fabric. Underneath I had on extremely sheer black silk stockings, a black tong and nothing else. I love the feel of real silk against my skin, so I couldn't resist the chance to be completely surrounded by it. The soft material of the dress hugged my small waist and draped as the plunging neckline accentuated my breasts. Jon loves my hair loose, so I left it cascading down to my waist, with just a few curls pulled up and secured by a gold barrette on the left side of my head. The short skirt swirled around my legs as I, wobbling a little on the black heels I wore, turned slowly around so Jon could see me.
"Wow," Jon gasped as he reached out and caressed my breast through the soft silk. "You look and smell fantastic."
I smiled at him and he hugged me close before zipping up the back of my dress. He gasped when he saw my bare ass in the dresser mirror. Cupping my ass and drawing me close to him, Jon started to nuzzle my neck; soon I felt his cock starting to react.
"We better get going now, while I can still control myself," he mumbled, casually pushing my away before adjusting the front of his trousers with a quick flick of his wrist.
It was only a short walk to the restaurant. Descending some stairs Jon put his hand under my armpit to steady me as I was not used to walking in high heels. Our table wasn't quiet ready, so we decided to have a drink at the bar. Initially the bartender just glared at me wondering, is she, isn't she; so when Jon ordered me a vodka and orange; I waited to ask for proof of my age, which, to my irritation frequently happens these days.
When we were seated, I looked around the restaurant; it was real olde-worlde, full of rustic beams and inglenooks with soft music being played in the background.
Jon ordered a bottle of Chablis to accompany our dinner, which I really liked and seemed to taste better as the meal progressed. I smiled happily all through dinner playing footsie with Jon, hoping this was the first of many weekends away with Jon. On several occasions I noticed the other diners sneak glances at Jon and I as we talked intimately between ourselves. This only seemed to enforce the sexual attraction I had for Jon for I could feel my nipples hardening and my body began to excrete that fragrance when us women are 'erotically charged'.
When we finished our meal, Jon asked me if I wanted to spend some time sat in the lounge. What with the driving plus the wine, my head was starting to spin a little, so I said "Perhaps not, I might fall asleep in front of all these people." He threw back his head and laughed.
"That's one of your best qualities." He said with a smile as he brushed the hair from my cheek with his hand. "You are so honest with your answers. Never lose that; come on then; so we made an unsteady way back to our room.
Jon opened the hotel room door and backed away so I could enter first. Jon whispered in my ear as he came up behind me and put his hands around my waist. "I thought about what you had said about making love with the lights on. The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me."
As he was talking to me he was unzipping my dress and easing it down my shoulders so that I now had a puddle of silk at my ankles. I was stunned for a minute, not knowing what to do. Jon guided me to the centre of the room and kissed my cheek before undoing the clasp on the barrette and easing it from my hair
"Jonathan, I..."
For ease of writing I've taken Jon's perspective for what follows:-
I could resist this beautiful young woman no longer. As Sarah spoke, I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist and pulled her to me, so wanting our bodies to finish her sentence.
We kissed again. It began as a gentle kiss that evolved into a mutual expression of passion. Her reluctance dissolved into arousal as her lips and tongue worked their youthful magic on me. While my own tongue sought hers as a prelude to even more intimacy, my hands began to roam her body, dropping first to her ass. That sweet ass that been antagonising my thoughts all evening.
Sarah murmured approval at my surrender to her overtures.
We continued kissing, probably for several minutes. Though the intensity of our physical need for each other was increasing, neither of us wanted to rush. I began to let my kisses find their way over her lips, chin, and neck. She rewarded my exploration with vocal encouragement that heightened my desire for her. I found a warm spot at the base of her neck by the shoulder. The instant she felt my lips there, she tightened her arms around my neck to pull me even closer. Then she moved astraddle my left thigh. I felt her begin to rub her barely-clothed pussy against it. My continued oral attention to this hotspot only intensified her frottage. The sounds from deep inside her affirmed her pleasure and heightened my own.
Unable and now unwilling to contain my own lust, I allowed my hands to seek the warm eroticism of her skin. When my warm hands found the skin of her lower back and began to travel upward, she gasped audibly. She entangled her hands in my hair and forcibly pulled my mouth from her neck. Her mouth sought mine and upon finding it, she thrust her tongue deeply into me. I allowed my hands to continue their upward excursion to her shoulders, unimpeded by any brassiere.
Her bare skin was a tactile aphrodisiac. Its allure sent the electricity of arousal to all parts of my body.
