Buildup: We hadn’t had an opportunity to make love for a couple nights after our Christmas morning quickie, and after a sunny, hot afternoon of sightseeing we were both warmed up. B was wearing a simple black tank top that framed and displayed her boobs invitingly, and we each playfully felt the other up on our tour bus. We found ourselves with a little bit of extra time before our dinner reservations, so….
Foreplay: Back at the resort, B quickly took off the day’s clothes and lay on our hotel bed. Truthfully, I was not yet in the mood — thinking ahead to the night — but B was obviously ready, and as I looked at her displayed on the clean white sheets, showing an even-more-tightly shaved landing strip, I decided she looked good enough to eat.
I knelt between her parted legs and brought my face between them — starting by licking along the smooth skin just inside each of her thighs and releasing a hot breath over her pubic hair as I moved from one edge to the other. Next, I ran my tongue lightly along the edge of her outer labia, which were still pinched together — but not after the next stroke of my tongue, which parted her lips from bottom to top (back to front). I settled in to tease her clit with flat strokes of my tongue and brought two fingers between her legs to fill her as I licked. B was squirming under my attack, punctuated by electric jolts when my tongue found a particularly favorable angle. She tried to pull me up, but I held her hips down with my arms and tasted her a litle longer before climbing up.
Main Event: B’s legs were spread wide and I entered her in one wet thrust. We pulled a pillow under her ass and I pounded into her with her legs high in the air. Inspired, I took her ankles and lifted them over my shoulders — grasping her thighs and pulling her against me as we fucked from a steeper angle. It worked well for me and soon I exploded deep inside B’s pussy.
Afterplay: I knew B hadn’t come yet, so I immediately pulled out and returned my face between her legs to continue licking her. Again, she twitched as my tongue flicked her clit but a rhythm was eluding her. I switched to using my hand instead, and tried several combinations of fingers and positions to see if I could make her come as hard as I had.
Too late — B’s mind was already on our dinner reservations and whether our dining partners would notice that we were late. (I knew that they had already granted us extra time but B didn’t realize that.) I begrudgingly stopped my caresses and promised to finish what we started after dinner.
Afterglow: None. Time to catch up with our friends!
Rating: ★★★★
