My sister, Suzie who was 23, had planned something special for my 18th birthday but she wouldn’t tell me, it was going to be a surprise. That afternoon we both “dressed to kill” and headed out into the city. We entered a really posh pub and found seats at the bar. We were there for around an hour, drinking and chatting, when she suddenly rose from her seat, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, said “Happy Birthday Jane”, before walking away. Surprised I watched her walk towards the door and was about to follow when a rather large hand was placed on my shoulder.
I turned around to tell the offender where to go in no uncertain terms, when I looked into the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.
“M-My name I-is Jane,” I stuttered.
“Hello Jane, my name is Tom. You are quite stunning. Would you like to dance?”
I dumbly nodded and allowed him to lead me onto the dance floor. With perfect timing, the DJ placed on a slow song. Tom caressed one of my small and delicate hands in his right palm, and with the other hand he held my back, pulling us close together. Being so close, inhaling his manly scent was driving me crazy. I could feel a slow burning heat suffusing my loins. Blood was rushing to my breasts and my pussy, engorging both my nipples and my lips. I was beginning to get wet. The start of another slow song wasn’t helping matters. As our bodies ground together I could feel his appendage straining through his pants, he was responding to this dancing as well.
I must seem like such a slut to this gorgeous man. I had to get away.
“Would you like a drink Jane, you seem flushed.”
“I’d love one”, I replied a little too quickly. What was I saying? The longer I stayed around this man the worse things were becoming. I could feel my panties beginning to stick to the inside of my thighs.
“It is quite hot in here, would you like to go for a walk in the fresh air?”
He was right, it was hot in here, my face and my neck felt flushed with the heat. I quickly downed my Bacardi and nodded to him. Once again he gently lead me from the noisy bar and out into the fresh evening air. As the cool air blew around me I felt my nipples go rock hard. We began walking down the street, and I must have been a bit dizzy from sculling my last drink so quickly, because I tripped and twisted my ankle.
“Are you all right?” he asked instantly, with a concerned look on his face. “Here, let me help you.” At which point he picked me up and started carrying me down the street.
I had not realised how strong and muscular he was, I kept getting lost in his blue eyes. “Where are we going?” I asked. My ankle was throbbing, and my head was starting to hurt, all I wanted to do was lie down.
“I have a hotel room just across the street”, and he indicated a large hotel 3 buildings up and across the road, “ that is if you don’t mind, you will be able to lie down and rest your feet.”
Between my throbbing ankle, head and state of inebriation I was in no mood to reject such an offer from a gorgeous man, and being single at the time I counted it as a bonus. I nodded and closed my eyes, allowing him to carry me in peace.
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A short time later I found myself laying on a King size double bed, in the penthouse of the hotel with a marvellous view of the harbour and a glass of champagne in my hand, all pain in my ankle forgotten.
“This room has a beautiful view Tom, it must be hideously expensive?”
“It is worth it,” he smiled deprecatingly.
Tom was standing over by the window, sipping his bubbly with an air of supreme confidence and power. Once again I was beginning to feel flushed and found myself admiring his muscular body. Images of unbridled lust and feverish lovemaking kept surfacing in my mind, feelings that were alien to me.
“Come and sit down on the bed and relax,” I offered.
He casually moved over to the bed and sat down close to me, and we reclined on the bed looking out of the windows at the view of the harbour.
We talked for a while, whilst drinking, and imperceptibly moved closer with each passing minute, until while looking deep into his eyes I found myself locked in a passionate embrace, kissing him. He was a wonderful kisser, and I felt his tongue enter my mouth, slowly tasting, testing, exploring. As we kissed I felt his hands begin to wander, those large calloused hands exploring my lithe, young body, eventually finding the zipper at the back of my dress and slowly, agonisingly lowering it. The seconds seemed to drag by, until he carefully lifted my body up so he could peel the dress upwards and over my shoulders. Then his hands began to wander, once again, finally touching flesh. My skin seemed to burn, with an inner fire, everywhere he touched. He slowly caressed by arms, moving up to my shoulders, then down my sides and onto my stomach.
My breasts were beginning to ache as they swelled with blood, and I could feel my wetness slowly leaking down my thighs, I was soaked! Deliberately avoiding those areas in so much need of touch, he began to stroke and massage my thighs and calves, all the way down to my feet. I felt like I was on fire I was burning with need and desire,
“Please, please ………..”
He ignored my and continued to leisurely caress everywhere but where I wanted him to. Finally he reached behind me and unfastened my bra and ever so slowly peeled it off. Then, he stood up and took a couple of steps back, enjoying the view. I looked up at him, pleading. Then he knelt on the bed beside me and began to circle my breasts with his fingers, lightly, almost not touching at all. I could feel my nipples, standing up like bullets, engorged, aching with need, waiting to be touched. Finally he softly caressed the nipple, lightly pinching it, before changing to the other breast. As he softly cupped my other breast he bent over my body and began to molest my lonely nipple with his tongue.
“Oh my god” I cried out. I was in heaven.
