This is the second episode in what is a series featuring Rhiannon and Steve. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. Thanks!
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Rhiannon and Steve had been friends for years. They talked everyday, emailed and had met every so often. Eventually, they had finally made their fantasies come true and made love to each other. It had been a wonderful weekend. Starting at night with a heated session of sex and continuing into the next morning with slow, deliberate bodily discoveries.
They took a boat out and spent Saturday night under the stars fucking with the rhythm of the waves. Rhiannon remembered how each time the boat rocked upwards; she would push up against his cock. Wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing him in deeper as the boat crashed back down. Steve remembered how the wind had picked up as their passion did and their orgasms seemed to be tied to the squalls and the tide.
That was exactly one month ago. This time the educational consultant and her marketing guru again found themselves in the same city with a whole weekend to spend together. Now, Steve was to meet Rhiannon at her hotel.
Her meetings had ended early in the afternoon and she spent the rest of the day preparing for her lover. Rhiannon took a long bath and relaxed as the water helped ease the tensions of the work week and the travel. She lay back with her head on a rolled up towel, a glass of wine in her hand and thought of Steve. Now that she had seen him, tasted him, her imagination was able to paint a complete picture. Her mind’s eye displayed the image of Steve’s hands running all over her body. She loved how he paid special attention to her back and neck and then ran his hands across her breasts. Her own hand seemed to re-trace his last caresses.
As Rhiannon continued to dream of Steve, she began lightly running her fingers over her nipples. In her mind as Steve touched her in a different place, she touched herself in reality. Soon, she was stroking her clit and pinching her nipples. Her dream had Steve sucking on her pussy and her hand mimicked each motion. Her feet were braced against the tub as Rhiannon moved her hand back and forth on her jewel. Faster and faster she frigged herself, water sloshing out of the tub. She so wanted Steve to be there, to touch her, kiss her as she brought her self to an orgasm.
Rhiannon was so into treating herself that she failed to hear the door open. Steve has a key waiting for him downstairs and was able to make it to the hotel early. He opened the room door and was about to call her name, when he heard the sounds of water hitting the bathroom floor. Steve walked to the door and watched his new lover play with herself.
When it seemed that Rhiannon was on the brink, Steve slipped off his shoes and socks and slipped over to her. Rhiannon’s eyes we tightly closed and she was moaning his name. He watched her open her mouth and pretend to kiss him. He wanted to watch her finish, but also wanted to ease her agony. Steve sat down on the edge of the tub and met her kiss. Rhiannon was too far gone to realize that her daydream had just crossed the realm into truth. She opened her eyes with a start. “Steve!” “Don’t stop on my account,” he said. “Keep going, I’m just going to kiss you until you cum.”
