We were meeting up at the hotel. I have made the booking and message you to go to the room. You find a package waiting for you. With a message, “Put this on!”
Opening it up you find some lacey underwear, stockings, a black dress with buttons down the front, and under all of these, a velvet bag. Opening it, you find inside a shining plug, with some lube.
Your phone buzzes, “Meet me in the restaurant in 20 minutes.”
When you arrive, there is champagne on the table, and I get up to seat you, taking a moment to kiss your neck. I have ordered our food, and the waiter brings delicious morsels.
We take our time to catch up, sharing news, our eyes meeting, our thoughts already on later, our breathing quick.
As our main course is served, we switch to wine. Just a glass each as we don’t want to anything to obstruct our pleasure.
I ask whether you like the room and especially the four-poster bed?
We keep looking into each other’s eyes and I tell you how beautiful you are. My cock is hard in my trousers and I wonder whether you are also aroused.
I tell you, “I want you.”
When the waiter asks whether we would like to see the dessert menu, we both know that we need something more than food. We leave the restaurant, and I take your hand. Just that touch is thrilling.
We take the lift to our floor, and I lead the way to our room.
Once inside, I turn you to face me and pull you towards me. My mouth finds yours as we hold each other, gently kissing, nibbling, exploring.
Our hands explore as well, finding each other’s backs, necks, bums. My fingers through your hair, on your neck. And my cock achingly hard as we press against each other.
My hand moves to the buttons on your dress, slowly and methodically undoing each one, kissing each part of you that I uncover, the tops of your breasts, your tummy, above your knickers, your thighs.
I slide the dress from your shoulders, and take you in with my gaze, knowing you enjoy my smile, my desire.
I ask you to run round, to bend, to show me that you have the plug in. I breathe heavily, knowing just how it will feel as we touch, explore, enjoy.
“Turn back to me, little one. Tell me. How does it feel to know I am going to fuck you?”
You blush, so cute, and I see the flush rise over your breasts. You only speak with your eyes. And a small nod of assent, of agreement.
I reach around you to unclip your bra. I so enjoy your breasts, full, your nipples pink and hardening as my hand grazes them. I lean in and suck, my hand still on your other nipple, rolling, pulling, twisting. I know how sensitive they are.
I kiss your lips, opening them with my tongue. Sliding the tip over yours. Sucking your bottom lip between mine.
“I want you, little one. Tell me what you need.”
You whisper… “I want you, my love, I want you to take me.”
I reach to slide your knickers down your legs. And move you to kneel over the bed.
I can see your glistening pussy, your lips slightly open. My fingers stroke you, your juices coating me as I dip the tip of my finger inside you. Fuck, we are ready.
I undress, quick, urgent now for you. And again just look, to take in every moment, the view, the sound of your breath, the smell of sex arousing us.
I am hard, craving, and kneel behind you, sliding into your pussy, both of us sighing, gasping, wanting.
I press on the plug in your arse. And find a rhythm, long strokes, finding myself deep inside you.
I reach to stroke your clit, knowing the touch you like, light but firm at the same time. My fingers moving in time with my cock, feeling your body start to tremble.
I keep pushing into you, faster now, pushing as deep as I can, while my fingers flutter over your clit.
We are moaning, wanting, enjoying, as I feel you tense, and that pushes me over the edge. I thrust, coming into you, as you writhe and shake.
We have started our evening so well. We both know there is more to come.
