My back was against the headboard of the hotel bed. My cock was large and ready. More importantly I had a beautiful girl between my legs, naked and sopping wet. Her head was resting against my shoulder and her blue eyes were shut. They were shut because tingles were pulsing through her clitoris to her nipples and vice versa. Her legs were long and smooth, tanned a golden honey and splayed wide over my rugby player thighs.
She was constantly trembling and mewling, seeking the release I was steadily building up for her. How did she get like this? I'll tell you, it was taking an effort on my behalf to control myself but an effort which would be repaid a hundredfold.
I called her Storky because she was so leggy. She had sneaked off to be with me for some stolen pleasure. So now I had her in my grasp, literally. When I opened the door to the hotel room I had greeted her and slowly pulled her into my arms. I removed the hair band from her blond tresses and kissed her. When I kiss, I do so open-mouthed and passionately. I don't see the point otherwise. I kissed her with my tongue twisting around hers, my tongue flicking back and forth with one hand on her hips pulling her into me and the other hand holding onto the back of her neck, massaging it as well.
It didn't take long to strip her out of her clothes and lift her onto the bed. She was surprised that I didn't enter her right away but I told her that patience was a virtue and the wait would be worthwhile.
