We had arrived at the hotel, checked in, and were in the elevator toward my penthouse suite. Sandy had a Cheshire cat look on her face. Her mind was racing. We rode to our floor without a mere utterance from either of us. The bellhop lead the way down the hall to our room.
Opening the door, the bellhop allowed us to enter the room, Sandy leading the way. A quick survey of the room, nodding her approval, she jumped to me, threw her arms around my neck exclaiming "Oh honey, it will be such fun here!" I gave her a quick kiss, pushed her away as I reached to find a fiver for the bellhop.
Within seconds of the door closing, Sandy grabbed me by the belt, leading me to the bedroom. "What time is our meeting Daddy?" she asked.
"We have a dinner meeting scheduled, so we have about 4-hours," I replied.
"Just enough time," she purred. Reaching the bed, she turned to me, tugging on my belt. Slowly, deliberately, she opened my belt, reached to unfasten my pants, pushing them down to my ankles. Reaching to my shirt, she slowly, seductively, painstakingly unbuttoned each button, opening my shirt, caressing my chest with her nails as she pushed back the shirt, dropping it off my shoulders. She leaned to suck my man nipple into her mouth, lightly biting on my firm flesh as her hand caressed my other one. She growled under her breath. Gently, she pushed me back a half step, my legs pinned against the bed. I bent at the knees, sitting on the edge of the bed. She towered over me.
Grasping my head firmly, she pulled my face forward, slightly arching her mound to my mouth. She humped playfully on my lips. I started to slide my hand up her inner thigh toward her steaming pussy. Her soft skin glided under my fingertips, my destination drawing closer. I could smell her, her moistness filling my nostrils with her feminine scent. My cock chubbed in my briefs, growing longer, filling the veins with blood, engorging, growing firm. She pulled her sundress upwards, only her thong covered her mons, her sex outlined through the tight material. Her lips puffed the material, engorged with her blood. Ripe, yielding, her body arched to me. My tongue reached to feel her thigh, the junction between her mound and leg. I licked softly, caressing each square inch of flesh offered to me. I moved to her center, my tongue pushing the thin material of her thong between her lips, searching for her clit. Splaying her legs, opening her cunt to me, she almost sat on the bridge of my nose. Her cunt perched on my mouth. My tongue pushed the material back and forth in the slit of her pussy. I could feel the wetness soaking her thong.
"Back Daddy, lay down," Sandy instructed. Laying back, she bent to my feet. Quickly, efficiently, she removed my shoes, socks, and pulled my dockers off my legs. "Move up Daddy," she breathed huskily. I quickly slid my body upwards, resting on the pillows. Sandy moved to the side of the bed, slowly moving her hands up her body, caressing her flesh through her clothes, lifting, squeezing her breasts, sliding down, caressing her body, slowly pulling the material of her sundress upwards, her fingers tracing the outline of her thong, her fingertip rotating over the area of her clit. I watched as her finger disappeared, the material sliding between her labia. I watched as her fingers rotated slowly, flicking her clit back and forth through the material. Her eyes flashed fire, seductively licking her lips, drawing my attention to her body. Her breathing changed, growing deeper, her lust permeating the room.
Slowly, she removed the sundress. With a quick turn, she whirled, and during the spin, flung the frilly bra playfully at me. Turning on her heels, she quickly turned, spreading her feet wider, bending at the waist. Her knees locked, she rocked her ass back and forth. I could see the thin strip of thong material ride tight against her ass. Her fingers snaked up and down her thong, tugging, pulling on the material. She leaned seductively to the side, looking around her leg at me. She swiped her finger slowly along her wet thong, purposefully gathering any wetness, and slowly, tantalizing slow, moving her hand to her lips, her tongue dancing along her outstretched fingers, tasting her juices superficially. She sucked her finger into her mouth, her eyes flashing.
Quickly, she reached to her waist, pulling the thong over her hips, sliding the material down her thighs several inches. She pulled the material once more, pulling it free from her muff. Her pink slit, perfectly framed by her ass, peeked back at me, her puffy lips glistening slightly. One hand pulled the material down off her thighs, raising first one foot, then the other to kick the material free. Her other hand reached deep into her crotch, her fingers raking up and down her slit. Her middle finger hesitated, making sure I was watching, wiggled over her exposed slit, and quickly slid softly between her wet lips. Rotating her finger over her clit, I could hear her juices smacking with her finger. Sandy snaked her finger up the exposed slit, reaming her wet, pink hole. Watching me, Sandy slowly slid her finger deep in her wet, velvet hole. I could see her hand, jamming more finger in her body, rotating, hammering her heavenly hole.