We were to meet on Sunday afternoon and all was going according to plan. I dressed very carefully, knowing that I had to be sexy enough for my date, but sober enough for my church date with my mother first. Yes, I accompany my mother to church every Sunday. What?
I wore a charcoal grey jumper dress, form-fitting but not too tight. Hitting just above the knee. Underneath I had on the most amazing fishnet and floral patterned hold-up stockings from La Perla, then my gorgeous black lace up high heeled DM shoes. My underwear was red and lacy, and with my hair sitting well, and my makeup done, I felt pretty good.
So I separated myself from my mother and met him in town, noticing with some slight amusement that he didn't actually recognise me right away. We got into my car and drove to the hotel, and parked in the car park.
When we went into the hotel, the place was packed! Sunday lunch, some football match on ... anyway we had a half hour or so to wait until our room was ready, and we had a drink the bar and chatted. He is easy to talk to, which is nice. Eventually the room was ready and we headed up, joking that there had better not be a squeaky headboard if our last session was anything to go by.
We arrived into the room, set down our bags, had a general look around, as you do. Being a man, he turned on the tv and was disconcerted by the fact that the tv was silent and the soundtrack was provided by a local radio station. I took off my shoes and jumped on the bed, I have to admit I was rather tired. But not for long.
He came over to me, climbed onto the bed and leaned in to kiss me, telling me that he had been dying to kiss me since we had been sitting downstairs in the bar. As before, his kisses were sweet and arousing, and I immediately felt my body responding to his attentions in a very positive way. His hands roamed over me, up under my dress, feeling the tops of my stockings and the soft skin of my thigh, before pulling me on top of him, my legs straddling his hips as I leant down to kiss him as hungrily as he had been kissing me. After a few moments of this, he helped me off with my dress, and I was sitting on him in my lacy lingerie and stockings, feeling his hands grip my bum, caress the small of my back and my shoulders, his lips working against mine.
Another move had me on my back as he swiftly disrobed and removed my knickers. I slipped off the stockings and the bra followed shortly after, leaving us both naked and almost panting with desire. I could feel his excitement pressed against me as he kissed me some more, before moving down to take my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking with an intensity that bordered on painful. But in a good way. He moved further down, kissing my tummy, my thighs, before assertively parting them to kiss my pussy and then softly licking it and teasing the clit with his tongue. He did this until I was more than ready for more and he slipped his fingers inside me, alternating between fingers and tongue to bring me to a ragged orgasm.
As I recovered, he rolled on to his back and invited me to take him into my mouth, which I did, sucking gently along his length before flicking my tongue over the tip and teasing him as he had me. A quick moment for protection, then I maneouvred myself into position and slid him inside me, savouring the sensation of fullness and pleasure. As I moved against him, pleasuring myself with my thrusts, he held on to my hips then pulled me down for a deep kiss. After some thrusting and sighing, I pulled him up into a sitting position, and holding him inside me, folded my legs around him to hook around his back. Holding me in his arms, he moved himself to the edge of the bed, and holding me there, fucked me hard as I sat on his lap. The he dropped me back, laughing onto the other bed and continued the session there until we were both done.
That was the first session of the day, which was followed by many many more, including the point where I was pleasuring myself with my rabbit while he took me in the ass (a most unusual sensation, definitely interesting), where he came on my breasts, in my mouth and in my ass, and where he spent at least twenty minutes kissing every inch of my body, from my face to my wrists to my toes. We fell asleep, exhausted, and woke early in the morning to make love a few more times before it was time to check out.
We also squeezed in dinner and I had a bath throughout the evening, as well as lots of kissing, cuddling, talking and sharing. It really was a sexual adventure, and although physically we were both sated to the point of exhaustion, in another way, we both very much wanted more. That very evening, we started to plan for our next date.
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