We are standing in my hotel room, the bed before us, kissing and touching each other like it was going to be the end of the world. He's hard and I'm wet. More than a month has passed since we have seen each other and we want each other so badly! There is so much tension that we need release but we need to savour the time together more. I am naturally obedient and submissive so I let him take the lead.
"Take my clothes off."
I kneel between his legs and start to untie his shoes as he sits on the bed. I can feel his eyes on me as I pull the laces undone and slip them off, his socks follow and I stuff them in his shoes. They are placed under the adjacent chair and I reach up to remove his shirt. As I pull it over his head my fingers lightly caress his back. What did I ever do to deserve such a handsome and sexy man? I don't know but at that point I'm just happy that he and I are together. I let my fingers slowly drift down his muscular arms and down to his jeans. I unbuckle his belt and my fingers get a little shaky undoing the button. I'm so excited that I have trouble undoing it at first. He reaches down and gently squeezes the top of my breast which helps me to centre myself. Button and zip are dealt with then he lifts up so I can pull them off. They're put on the chair with his shirt and I put my head in his lap to feel his erection through the fabric of his pants.
"Now I want you to stand up and slowly strip for me."
This is something that has always made me feel self conscious because I'm short and fat and awkward. With him though I feel more confident, somewhat shy about it but not the bone crushing anxiety. He calls me his beautiful girl and that makes me feel loved and attractive instead of thirty seven, overweight and clunky. I kick my heels off and under the chair. My shirt has a lot of buttons down the front, I tilt my hips forward and start at the top. One at a time I slip the button through the hole and work my way down, he is as impatient as he is enthralled but he sits there watching. As the last button is undone I turn around and he watches me slipping it from my shoulders, I unbutton my skirt and let it fall. My black bra and thong come into view, the lace of my stocking tops. I reach up to unhook my bra and pull that off then I turn around exposing my large breasts. He looks me up and down like he is a starving man.
"Lay down on the bed and touch yourself for me. I want to watch you make yourself sqirmy wet."
I crawl on the bed from the foot to the pillows and I lay down. My gaze flicks up to his eyes momentarily and then I close my eyes as I run my hands over my breasts. I start from the bottom and slowly work my way around, making my way slowly too my nipples, teasing myself while he's watching. I eventually work my way to them, they have become hard to the touch and very sensitive. I pinch and pull at them, gently at first, the pressure increasing as the noises I am making are becoming more frantic. He takes one of my hands and gently places it between my legs. He covers it with his own and moves it over the lace and mesh of my thong. He wants me to finger my pussy and I comply. I lay there in his arms masturbating as he kisses me, takes my breast with his large, strong gentle hand and takes my nipple in his mouth. The slight suction gives way to more urgent suckling as my fingers slip inside my knickers.
"Take them off."
I slip them over my stockings and kick them off the bed. The cool breeze on my wetness and his touch has me mewling with desire as I rub my clitoris. He sits me up and slips behind me so he can see my movements in the mirror opposite the bed. He has both breasts in his hands and is kissing the back of my neck.
