Room 711 Ch 02

It was impossible to tell when their first kiss ended and the next one began. But their tongues rolled and unrolled into each others mouths in a playful duel for supremacy. He gave her a thrust and she gave him a thrust. This was a war with no losers.

When they mutually broke for air, they opened their eyes and smiled. Whatever tension or nervousness had existed before was now gone.

She reached down and pulled her cashmere top over her head. As she shook out her hair; her breasts jiggled along. His eyes drank in her lovely curves.

"You weren't lying about your breasts getting bigger over the years. They were nice back in college and they're even nicer now."

She blushed and covered her chest with one arm as she reached around to unhook her bra with her other hand. He stopped her and lowered her protecting arm from her chest.

"Slow down. Let me enjoy the view and help a little bit. Mmmm. Gorgeous."

He took her in his arms and kissed her again. This time her satin covered breasts rubbed against his oxford cotton shirt. Now her fingers went to work unbuttoning his shirt, and opening it. Her hands rubbed against his nipples and felt them grow between her fingers. He undid the buttons on his cuffs and threw the shirt into the corner.

She leaned down and brought her warm wet mouth to his chest, grazing the fine hair and locking onto his nipple. He held the back of her head against his chest, running his fingers through her silky hair, Her tongue flattened against the nub, then rolled around the tiny nerve center.

With his free hand he began to push the two sides of the bra clasp together. It sprang apart with no fuss. He took the bra and pulled it off her arms. Another kiss but this time with her bare breasts rubbing against his bare chest.

"Remember my erotic dream?" He had told her of dreaming of taking her in a kitchen in college while their friends were in the next room. "Of course."

"This is as close to a kitchen counter as we have, he said as he patted the desk in the corner of the room. "Climb up."

She scooted onto the polished wood, crossing her legs at the ankles demurely; He leaned over her and caressed her back as he kissed her. His other hand stroked the side of her leg.

"Am I dreaming now," he asked?

"I can't believe we're finally doing this. It's not a fantasy. I can actually reach out and touch you and feel you."

"But I love the idea of you touching yourself as you thought about me and thought about this. Take your pants off."

"Whatever you want. I told you on the phone I would do whatever you want."

She stood up from the desk, unbuttoned her pants and slid them to the floor; He took them and hung them up in the closet.

"Wouldn't want you to look all wrinkled later when we meet everyone else."

"What time are we leaving?"

"We have almost four hours alone. That should be plenty of time."

He stared at her again, not believing his luck. She was gorgeous. His memory had not done her justice. She was laying on the bed now, one arm underneath her neck, looking more comfortable with her partial nudity. Her knees were up and tapping together, hiding the crotch of her off white panties. The panties had a bit of lace around the waist and a little bow beneath her belly button.

He took off his pants and folded them onto a hanger in the closet. His cock was hard and pushing against his plaid cotton boxers.

"I want you to make yourself come the first time. I want to see how you play with yourself. I have been dreaming of that ever since you described it to me on the phone. When you told me I made you so,'wet,' I nearly exploded."

He climbed onto the bed next to her and kissed her hungrily.

"Will you do that for me? Please?"

Silently, she rolled over onto her stomach, her face turned towards him as she closed her eyes. Her left hand held her left breast and pulled her nipple taut. Her right hand was now between her legs but on top of her panties.

"When I told you how I masturbated do you remember what you told me," she asked?

"I think I said I'd help you. I'd rub your ass over the panties and help you put pressure on your hand."

He proceeded to do what he was describing. His hands kneaded her ass then massaged their way down her legs. He stopped at her calves and rubbed out whatever tension she might have been feeling. Then up her thighs. Paying particular attention to the soft area by her rubbing hand.

Her eyes were closed now and her mouth open with moaning. He knee walked to her right side, took her right breast in his right hand and continued his ass massage with his left hand. Her nipple rolled between his right thumb and forefinger.

"I said I'd rub your tit. You told me you could make yourself come just from touching your breast. That's fantastic. After rubbing your pussy outside your underwear, then what do you do with your pussy? Now, I don't want to rush you. Are you ready to take off your underwear?"

"Mmmm, all right. You may take them off now."

He took her panties by the waist and rolled them over her butt and down her legs. Her fingers never lost contact with her cunt.

"What's next? Do you stick a finger in? More than one finger?"

"Watch."

She spread her nether lips and using her middle finger dipped into the red hole. Pussy juice was starting to flow like molten lava from a volcano. "Oh, God!"

Her body stiffened and her breathing became more ragged as she climaxed.

"Looking at your face, hearing your noises, it seemed like a good orgasm. Was it?"

She said nothing but her smile spoke volumes.

He kissed her cheek and said, "That was just the beginning. Women can go on and on. I am very jealous of that. But it also gives me great pleasure to be able to help you gain pleasure. I've been picturing you doing that for the last couple of months and it never failed to make me hard. Now roll over please."

Like a cat in the sun she stretched out and rolled over onto her back. He reached for a pillow and had her lift her butt to put the pillow under it.

"Now I get to taste your love."