It was during our trip to Seattle that I had what I consider to be one of my most intensely erotic encounters with Sharon up to then. If you remember, Sharon and I played a game where I blindfolded her and she needed to guess the object I teased her with. Sharon won the game by correctly guessing each of three different objects. By winning the game, Sharon was entitled to a sexual prize of her choice.
"I like this game," Sharon said. "So, as winner, I get to name my prize right?"
"Right." I said. "Tell me how you'd like it and we both win."
I was surprised at what Sharon said because I had predicted she's claim something completely different as her prize.
"Surprise me sometime. But don't be too romantic with what you do. Do something like add in some rough stuff or maybe you could arrange being watched by some other guys. I am a slut, remember???"
Little did I realize then how quickly payment would come to me now that I was faced with paying the bet.
After saying that, Sharon started to remove my black necktie which I had tied around her eyes for the game. It was the only piece of clothing she had on.
"Leave the blindfold where it is, cunt."
Sharon stopped immediately hearing the no-nonsense tone of my voice.
"The game's not over yet. Give me your hands."
Sharon extended one of her hands and I took it in mine which were still inside my leather gloves. I started to pull her off the bed.
"Oww. Easy there,: she complained.
"Stand up Follow me."
"I can't see. I might walk into something."
"Don't you think I fucking know that. You just have to trust me... slut."
Tagging "slut" on to the end of my response gave Sharon a start. She probably started to like where this was going.
"Where are you taking me? Seriously, I'm naked and blindfolded."
"You'll find out. Stop asking so many questions."
Sharon pushed back, "I thought I won your little game."
"You did. I'm losing my patience. You've been warned."
With that I led Sharon from the bed and towards the balcony of our hotel suite. The balconies were pretty nice. Enough space for a table and some chairs. Each could easily hold four people. They had a waist high metal railing around the perimeter and plexiglass panels underneath the railing to serve as a barrier to keep things from falling to the street below, but the panels allowed nice view of the beautiful city. I flung the patio door open and led her past the drawn curtains so that we were both on the patio balcony. It was dusk and the sun was setting but it wasn't very dark yet. We could hear the traffic sounds of the city from below. I could see Sharon give a start as thel breeze wafted over her body. Her nipples hardened. I was still wearing my suit from my client meeting.
"Are we outside? On the patio? Can people see us?"
"Did I tell you to stop asking so many questions? Face me."
I grabbed her pulling her close to me and kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth. All day long I had been thinking about fucking her. While she "won" the game, this was all about payoff. One of my leather-gloved hands went to her tit, the other down her back, towards her ass. I slid my forefinger up and down several times between her buttocks before grasping her ass cheek. I kissed her hard, kneading her ass. As the kiss ended, I slid my hand past her ass to her cunt.
I started to finger her from behind. She must have liked the feeling because she spread her legs slightly wider giving me better access. I stroked up and down her slit and up the crevice of her ass, pausing briefly at her asshole before continuing back down. My left hand continued kneading her big right tit. Even through my glove, I coudl feel her nipple responding to my touch. I loved playing with her tits. I broke from our kiss to greedily suck on her nipple while kneading her breast. Then I moved my mouth to her previously neglected tit.
I've heard it said "anything more than a handful is a waste" when referring to a woman's breast size. It's total bullshit. Big breasts are a feast for the eyes, imaginations, hands, mouths, and dicks of men everywhere. If they weren't, why would men stare at them? Of all my loves, Sharon had the biggest, most amazing tits. I was not only the envy of many men when I was seen with her, but I considered myself to be very lucky to have gotten to know them so intimately.
I loved her tits from the first time I saw her picture. They were better in real life.
I broke away from her and turned her around so that she faced towards the street.
"Put your hands out in front of you. Grip the railing." I used my foot to nudge her ankles backwards forcing her feet further away from the railing-like a cop move before frisking the culprit. "Bend at your waist. Stick your ass out. Spread your legs."
Now if they looked, quite a few people in the apartment building across the street could see her naked, hands gripping the railing, generous tits hanging with her nipples pointed towards the street below, and for a lucky few- her shaved pussy.
I stood slightly behind and to the left of her. My left hand rubbing up her back and then around her left tit. My right hand caressing her ass. I was firm but gentle in my stroking. My left hand went up to her face to caress her cheek, then slipped behind her neck. My right hand continued caressing her ass. Grabbing a handfull of hair, I pulled back firmly with my left hand while my index and middle fingers of my right hand penetrated her pussy. I knew the glove added to the girth of my fingers and though the texture of the leather would provide a different sensation.
Sharon reacted initially with a cry of surprise.
"Like that, whore? Like how that feels? Leather in your pussy"
I stroked her pussy several times, in and out. Then took it out and used the tip of my middle finger to rub her clit. Sharon shuddered and then I returned my fingers to inside her to continue stroking. I removed my right hand from her cunt and lifted it towards my face and looked at it.
My brown leather glove was decidedly two tones of brown.- part of it was the normal color and two fingers and maybe a little more were a darker brown from Sharon's wetness penetrating the leather. I lifted it to my nose to smell the remnants of her sex on my glove. I used my teeth to nip the middle finger of my glove and pulled my hand from inside it. From here on out, I wanted to feel her body with my hands. I did the same thing with my left hand. Throwing my gloves down on the floor, I hoped Sharon's scent would linger and be a reminder of her and this day in the future whenever I wore those gloves. While the memory would linger, I hoped her scent would too. I turned her around so she faced me, still blindfolded.
"On your knees slut."
"Oh, I'm so wet and horny. You came back just before I was going to cum. Then we played your stupid game Just fuck me now. Please??"
"I'm calling the shots here now slut. On your knees."
Sharon began to comply slowly. I grew impatient and for emphasis I pushed her down with my hands on each of her shoulders. I unzipped my pants out pulled out my dick. It was hard and the head seemed larger than normal and engorged. It was too bad she couldn't see it. Sharon likes looking at cocks and seeing how aroused she can make me.
Clearly I was in need of relief. Pick your reason. Was it because I had been thinking about Sharon and devising my game through most of my meeting with my client? I laughed inwardly it got to the point during my meeting where my mind wandered so much that I considered the client a "fucking distraction" to what I really wanted to do which was screw my slut's brains out on the client's conference room table. Or could it have been that, I was turned on after having walked in on Sharon surprising her while she was masturbating in our room right before starting our game? Or could it have been that I knew that regardless of how the game ended, we'd fuck and Sharon's sexual appetites complimented mine and I would win either way?
As soon as Sharon heard my zipper and being on her knees, Sharon had a good idea what was next. She opened her mouth eagerly in anticipation. She likes blowing me.
Just as I was moving closer to her and about to run my dick along her lips to give them a rub and a little taste of the drop of precum now leaking from the slit of my dick; the patio door to the room next to ours opened. Suddenly we heard a man's and a woman's voice about 20 feet away. It was clear they had been drinking and were moving their party on to their room's patio balcony maybe to enjoy the sunset. Looking across, I could see a guy who appeared to be in his late 30's or early 40's with a slightly younger woman, a blonde. They had carried a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses onto their patio table probably to have a room cocktail before dinner or sex or both.
"fuck," I said softly in a somewhat disappointed way.
Sharon was unfazed. Still blindfolded she reached up and found my belt buckle and undid my pants letting them fall to my ankles, then she pulled down my underwear. My dick bounced free happily and waggled mere inches from the face I wanted to fuck. If she wasn't going to let the presence of our neighbors deter what was going to happen now, neither was I.
Sensing the presence of my dick, Sharon stuck out her tongue to try to find it. It didn't take long for her to wrap her lips around my dick and begin to blow me. Her tongue worked around my head, then down the shaft and to my balls. I don't know about most men, but I find that women too often neglect my balls and concentrate on the shaft and the head of my cock.
Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy the attention paid to the length of my dick and to the understide of head in particular; balls are also worthy of attention. Sharon ran her tongue along the center of my ball sack towards my scrotum, then enveloped my left ball inside her mouth, sucking gently and swirling her tongue as though she were massaging my left ball. Then she moved toward the right one. As soon as her warm mouth left my left ball, I shuddered. Was it the feeling of Sharon moving to my other ball or was it because of the chilll induced by my left one leaving her warm mouth and now exposed in the breeze.
