It was perfect. It was a sheer black mesh thong and bralette set with large ivory satin bows on the sides. It was perfect. He did know her. And yes, he did want her.
She couldn't help but be mesmerized by his planning and adoration. She kissed him passionately as he held her close in his strong, muscular arms. She had missed this so much. And so far, it was all worth it. He knew he had to see her in it immediately so he asked that she excuse herself to put it on and she obliged. She stuffed her underwear into her clutch bag and donned his gay apparel. It was soft and silky against her skin. She played with the bows a bit as she began to fantasize of the things he'd be doing to her soon. She snapped out of it and dashed for the door to make it all a reality. When she returned to the booth, she noticed that he had taken the time to order bottle service of Dom, which she appreciated. Since her absence, he had been working for an investment firm. He worked his way up from CSR to Advisor and had the suit and moves to prove it. He no longer had to dream of the finer things, for he had them. He had a choice of women nightly, but always, he wanted her. She couldn't help but feel flattered at the fact, but still frustrated-but no more.
Here it was, right in front of them both, with nothing but space and opportunity- and a sheer black mesh thong- between them. She sat, she drank (he never cared for alcohol or cigarettes), they canoodled like new lovers and once the bottle ran dry, they decided to leave. In his planning he had figured that though his place in San Mateo was nice by most standards, it still wasn't right. So he rented the penthouse at the "W" Bay for the night.
His driver was waiting outside for the couple. He opened the car door for her to get in and he followed. Within a few minutes, they were at the hotel. Since he frequently used the hotel's bar for business meetings, he was able to garner the room on very short notice. There, he was important. Upon reaching the elevator they were greeted by a bellhop.
"Penthouse, sir," as he motioned them inwards.
She smiled, impressed by the respect being thrown his way. She couldn't help but think of how much and how little has changed. He had always looked out for her and did what he could. She always felt loved by him and he always made sure she never had to question. The bell dinged and the scene was set. He motioned her outwards with his hand placed gently in the small of her back.
"Good move," she thought. "Subtle, but good."
It was a beautiful room, lots of neutrals like charcoal grey, brown and cream with a dash of saffron and blue for measure, complete with a balcony. She smiled in approval.
He sat on the bed and took off his shoes and jacket as she gazed upon the view that was San Francisco Bay. He came up and stood behind her, quietly, and waited for her acknowledgement. She turned around and saw that familiar look in his face. She knew that this was it. He pulled her in close and kissed her passionately as the cool bay air snaked around them and made their warmest parts shiver. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he lay her down gently. She didn't move a muscle. He closed the balcony door and quickly disrobed to his boxers as he watched her lie there, waiting for instructions. He pondered where he would touch first, but first, he had to get that dress off. So he rolled her over onto her stomach and unzipped the side, slowly, watching her breathe. She wriggled out of the garment as she turned back over, to reveal what he had given to her. She looked like a gothic angel minus the black halo.
"Exquisite," he thought.
He studied every visible peak and valley. She had this hip bone that protruded only when lying down and with the heavy breathing, it made it even more pronounced. He kissed there first. Then he unzipped her leather boots, one by one to reveal her soft, glowing, smooth legs. She was definitely a well-kept woman and she knew how to present herself well. Her abs was taut with anticipation but the rest of her body remained relaxed, in waiting.
He kissed her feet, her calves, thighs, stomach, breasts, neck and lips. He lay on his side, by her side and kissed her again, with one hand around her neck, cradling her face gently. She could feel herself melting with relief into him. He was so strong and insistent as she wafted through his senses, stimulating each one. He could smell her desire and now he wanted to taste it. He slowly undid the bows that were holding the undergarment hostage to her body. He then sat her up and unhooked the clasp of the bralette to expose her perky, begging nipples. He suckled each one as she moaned with pleasure, cradling his head to her bosom. She smelled like Casablanca lilies mixed with jasmine and a hint of vanilla. He looked up into her eyes as he kneeled between her legs, praying within her temple of sensuousness. She smiled tenderly at him, lovingly even. He could see the anticipation and happiness in her eyes. He had missed seeing both so much. She lay back onto the sumptuous down pillows and pulled him on top of her. Their legs intertwined as they passionately kissed. With tension building, he could feel her getting increasingly moist as his hard member rubbed her mound. She then rolled him over onto his back and ripped off his boxers in one deft move to reveal his aching hard-on. She looked at it with glee and smirked. Before he knew it, her hand was wrapped around the shaft and the head was in her mouth.
His eyes rolled backwards into his head with satisfaction as he groaned a sigh of relief. With the tip in her mouth she rolled her tongue around and sucked it like a tootsie pop. There was no need for special instruction, for it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. As she continued to suck the head, she moved the shaft further into her slippery orifice inch by inch until it tickled her tonsils and made her gag. He loved to hear the gagging sound his dick created and encouraged her on with a hand on the back of her head, urging her onward. Spit trickled down as she deep throated him to the balls as he moaned and begged her not to stop. She coughed and began licking and sucking his balls as she further manipulated his shaft with her hand. With her free hand, while kneeling between his knees, she dragged her nails up and down his torso and legs, being careful to leave scars with just the right depth. He writhed in ecstasy and asked her to continue sucking his dick. She complied and continued to titillate the head of his cock with her tongue and cheeks.
He was more than delighted at this point when she suddenly jumped up and sat on his dick, carefully and slowly inserting it inside her dripping pussy. With that, he sat up and helped guide her onto his shaft as she moaned. They sat on the bed facing each other, her on top with legs wrapped around his waist and him straight up with legs out. She rocked back on forth on it until it became more comfortable for him to go deeper inside. She could feel him touching her cervix as she screamed with frustration. He then locked her legs around his waist and swapped places as he placed her on her back, knees to ears, to delve deeper inside her. This was the baby maker position so she knew she was going to come quickly this way, which she did. But he kept going, pressing into her thighs with his massive shoulders and making her repent for her prior sin of leaving him high and not-so-dry. His cock was about nine inches and very thick. She had no trouble feeling him all over. He could feel her muscles tense up on him when he went deeper and hit her spot. He loved every minute of making her squirm and come at the same time. As he sped up his motion, the more she tightened around him. She wanted and tried to push him off of her, to give her some room, some time to recover, but he refused. He refused to give in to her whim, for once. And it was when he did this that he finally heard what he had been longing to hear for years from her lips. "Fuck me."
He happily and quickly obliged as he slowed down his tempo, wrapped her ankles around his neck and kissed her as he went even deeper inside her. She held onto him for dear life as she felt she had no other recourse for her sanity. He was so demanding yet sweet. She could feel her body becoming limp and he could too. It was all too much for her, but she didn't care and asked him not to stop. He kissed her again, softly, as he came inside her. But he was not done- he still w anted to taste her. As permission was finally granted for rest (or so she thought), he sat back on his feet and let her legs dangle in the crux of his arms. He kissed her legs and licked and sucked her toes. She giggled for she knew what he was up to. Sweet. He then bent her legs and spread her knees to reveal his prize. It was shiny and wet with their mixture. He had to taste it.
He slowly licked her clean from the lips to ass as she rubbed his head and shoulders, being careful not to touch her already engorged clitoris. She liked his head and how it felt- all prickly but soft and well-rounded. She appreciated the favor for he knew what her clitoris was capable of and did not want to leave and severely lingering clues for the other. She pulled him up to her face and licked his lips because she knew it tickled. He chuckled and kissed her lovingly on the nose, smiling.
She glowed in the faint moonlight, feeling as if dawn was not too far away. She ran her hands along his well-developed shoulders, biceps and pecs. She reached up and nuzzled his neck. She licked and sucked her way to his nipples, which were begging for attention. She sucked the tips while keeping her gaze on his eyes. This is a too often neglected erogenous zone for men, but she knew better than to ignore it. He moaned, surprised to find her mouth so pleasurable there. She then pushed him off of her and turned around, sitting on her feet, with her back to him. He examined her curves with the posterior view. She was beautifully shaped, with just enough of everything- nothing was in excess. Her long, beautiful neck, toned shoulders, straight spine, perfectly arched lumbar- complete with back dimples, and a nice, round, and tight ass. She wanted him to look at her- to study her form. They both knew it very well could have been the last. So they were sure to take it all in. With photographic memories this was an arduous task, because of the complications. But for now, everything was simple. It was just he, just her, in this one place, together, for hours. It was all they had so they appreciated every minute and made sure each moment in between lingered for another.
