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I don’t really understand why I’m nervous. Walking into the hotel’s main lounge here on a Tuesday night, just one more stop over in New York. It’s the third time I’ve been here in Manhattan and the third time I haven’t seen more than the company’s office, the airport and this hotel.
I’m in my little black dress. The way heads turn my way as I do my best to confidently stride into the lounge helps. Not a lot of sun in London, so the contrast of the black satin against my ivory skin as the spaghetti straps and low cut show off my impressive cleavage bordered by the cascade of my auburn hair I wear just below shoulder length makes me visually appealing. An erotic porcelain doll, that’s what she called me before. It had been three years, would she still feel the same?
Moving to the bar I get the bartender’s attention easily. He listens to my order as he fails to discreetly ogle my breasts. I’m flattered instead of offended, like I know some women would be, he’s a young guy, probably still in college, and I’m on the wrong side of 35. I worry sometimes that I’ll start showing the literal mileage of my travels and while it isn’t his attention I want tonight, I’ll take the confidence boost with my drink. I have him charge it to my room.
“Is this seat taken?” The question comes on the third sip of my cosmo and the thrill that travels with electric intensity up my spine almost makes me spill. The smoky alto of her voice, just the slightest hint of a Latin accent, conjuring up images in my mind of the last two trips here and all the fantasies I’ve had in the anticipation of coming here again.
Turning to look at her I try to stay cool as I say, “It’s all yours.” But I can’t keep my eyes from devouring her in that black with white pinstripe pant suit. From the tight bun of onyx black hair to the tips of those midnight stilettos, she’s a hot summer night given a feminine form and knowing that she’s here for me is making more than just my mouth water.
She orders two shots of tequila and after both are set before her, she downs one and then the other in quick succession. Maybe she had a rough day, maybe she’s as nervous as I am, maybe a lot of things, questions flood through my mind till she turns to me with those liquid brown eyes and her crimson lips ask, “You want to dance?”
Part of me wants to say no, I’ve got butterflies the size of grapefruit fluttering in my stomach, but then her left hand grips my right and her touch is electrifying. I let myself be led to the dance floor and give my body over to the music. Watching her move, all confident grace as she glides over the floor. The light on her bronze skin is dazzling only topped by the way her eyes devour me as we move together. She closes the distance and then her hands are on me and fire courses through every nerve in my body as she pulls me in close and rests her hands on my hips as the music slows. I drape my arms around her neck and pull her even closer till she’s pressed against me.
“It’s been too long Linda.” She says as she lays her head against my bosom, her lips brush my sensitive skin as she speaks. Her hands slide around and down to caress my ass.
“Sorry Marissa, you know how busy work can get.” Her hands now slowly trace up my back, my neck and then she’s pulling me into this amazing kiss that starts off almost chaste but then I’m tasting the fire of the tequila on her tongue.
“Please tell me you can stay tonight?” She asks breaking the kiss.
“Follow me.”
We enjoy a companionable silence on the elevator and the walk over to my door. That’s when Marissa notices I don’t have a purse with me and I can see the question in her eyes of how are we going to get in. I enjoy the look on her face as I reach into my cleavage and pull out the keycard with all the flourish of a magician taking a rabbit out of a hat.
“Got anything else in there?” She asks as I open the door.
I step inside, turn to face her as she goes to follow, and slip the straps off my shoulders. A wave of black satin flows down my body, “Search me.”
I thought she would pounce on me, but instead her eyes consume every inch of me. She moves from my emerald eyes down my neck to my broad shoulders caped by my flowing amber hair. Down to my full, bell shaped breasts, small brown areola with my tiny nipples already hard. Further she travels along my ivory belly till my hips flare out and then her eyes follow the brown runway strip of my pubic hair over my mound and to my core.
Marissa turns away for a moment, places the do not bitlis escort disturb sign on the outside of the door and firmly closes and locks us in. She moves toward me slowly, the anticipation and the cool air create gooseflesh and I shiver waiting for her touch. That look in her eyes as she takes in every centimeter of my body, the slight curve of her mouth, the way her nostrils flare as she breathes me in, I ache for her to take me. She slowly undoes the buttons of her suit jacket and lets it fall, revealing a crimson blouse that holds tight to her body, Her small, pointy breasts peak the fabric and my mouth waters. Her hands go to her belt and she quickly sheds it and her pants revealing the sexiest red lace panties I have seen and I moan lightly as this bronze goddess moves with feline grace to finally embrace me.
Her blouse is silk. The feel of it between our bodies is exquisite as we merge together, our tongues entwining as we desperately try to become one person. Her fingernails draw patterns on my back and I break our kiss to cry out in surprise. I feel her hot breath on my neck just before her lips close on my pulse as my nipples enjoy the almost liquid envelopment of her blouse over their hard peaks.
She moves me over to the wall and presses my back against it as she kisses down to my left shoulder, her teeth occasionally teasingly nipping my skin, making me inhale sharply. I feel her hands on my hips finally move up my torso, following the curve of my body as she kisses down to the swell of my left breast.
“Marissa…” I whisper her name but my voice trails off as her fingers squeeze my breasts and raise them up so her tongue can draw patterns over my nipples. I cradle her head to my bosom as she plays with me. I feel her left leg move between mine, pressing her thigh in and I can’t help but call her name again as I begin to grind against her as she suckles from my left breast first, then the right. Her eyes lock with mine as she takes me inside of her, the passion growing as she sees me writhe with pleasure, feeling the damp trail my pussy is making on her thigh as I buck against her.
She kneads my breasts, slowly at first as she kisses and sucks my sensitive orbs. Marissa moves between them till she is kissing against my sternum and I know she can feel my heart pounding against her lips. I cradle her head against me and undo her bun, letting midnight locks fall through my fingers. She moans against my heart as her hair is freed and her thumb and forefinger on each hand grip my nipples hard. I cry out at the exquisite pain even as I’m bucking against her leg, the feel of my now erect clit sliding against her skin soaked in my own juice driving me on. I moan as she moves her leg away but the loss of one sensation is replaced by her slowly kissing down to my belly as her hands trace down to my hips. The feel of her lips, the playfulness of her tongue, the erotic sharpness of her teeth as she nips at my stomach, the teasing is wonderful and horrible. My eyes close involuntarily as she plays with me. Her fingernails start tracing lazy patterns on my thighs. I force my eyes to open and look down to see her smile up at me as she watches my reaction. The excitement and lust in those eyes increases my need. I run my fingers into her midnight hair and push her down lower.
“Marissa…fuck….please…” I manage to say as I try to drive her down to kiss an entirely different set of lips. Instead she pulls my hands away and rises up my body to press against me and claim my mouth with hers again. Her tongue thrusts into my mouth the way I wish it would somewhere else and I writhe against her as she pins me fully against the wall. The feel of silk between us teasing me as she forces me to cry out and into her.
Suddenly she pulls away but her hands find mine and I’m pulled from the wall over to the recliner in the seating area of my room. She pushes me into the comfortable chair, the cool velvet recliner a whole new pleasurable sensation on my erotically heated skin. She kneels in front of me and grabs my knees, pulling me down the seat till I’m half hanging out of it, then she begins to force my legs apart for her.
“My God you are beautiful.” She says in a breathless voice as she moves a lock of ebony hair to frame her exquisitely beautiful bronze face and those lusciously red lips. Part of me wants to reach out, curl my fingers in that wonderful mane of hair and pull her against me. To just use her, fuck her face till my orgasm which has been building bolu escort since I rented this room just tears through my body. She sees the eagerness in my eyes and gives me an achingly beautiful smile as she kisses my right knee.
I can’t tell if its minutes or hours as she kneels between my legs and kisses up my right inner thigh, up and over my venus mound, then down to my left knee and back again. Her hands caress and massage along my sensitive flesh but she’s careful to avoid where I want her the most. By the eighth or ninth time, “Please Marissa! Please…please…”
“Please what?” She asks as innocently as if we were sitting across a table at tea. Her right hand gently traces her fingernails up my inner thigh and I gasp as she gets so damnably close.
“I need you.” It’s hard getting those three words out. I can’t take it any more. It feels like my whole body is on fire and the air is so thick with the smell of our arousal its almost suffocating but somehow she’s still just there between my splayed open legs and I feel immobile.
“What do you need me to do, dear?” This time both hands caress my inner thighs in tandem, a race to my core stopped just before my finish line.
“Fuck me!” More of a cry than a command.
I think my soul actually left my body as she leaned forward and slurped my hood and clit into her warm mouth. The feel of her lips claiming my clit, the way her tongue plays along it all wet and sensual while she gently sucks, I close my legs tightly around her head to make sure she can’t leave. Her fingernails press sharply into my thighs and I cry out but don’t let go. The feeling is amazing, her mouth is playing with me, rushing me headlong toward the orgasm I’ve been craving for so long. I reach down and grab my breasts, pinching my own nipples to increase the sensations coursing through me. She’s relentless now, alternating sucking and licking till I’m just screaming her name as she drives me toward that erotic cliff. I look down and our eyes meet. The playfulness and lust in that gaze, knowing that I’m her desire as she knows she is mine. Her right hand leaves its grip on my thigh only to be replaced by the sudden intrusion of three fingers suddenly opening up my pussy, driving in, and finding my spot with ease.
The world exploded into heat, color and sound. A grenade went off inside of me and the explosion was rapturous. A glorious fire played along every nerve as I lost all control. I trembled and quivered as I gushed all over her hand and throat and blouse. I screamed till there was no air left and my body fought to draw a ragged breath. And just when I started to come down, she did it to me again…and again…and again. I lost all muscle control and coherent thought, my mind blasted apart by sheer pleasure. At some point I felt her lift me up and place me in the bed before curling up with me.
I come back to the waking world, Marissa curled against me. She’s fully nude now, idly playing with my left nipple. She smiles as she notices me awaken and leans in for a kiss. The taste of my pussy is heavy on her lips and my whole body comes to life again. I work an arm under her body and pull her on top of me. The feel of her hard nipples playing against my ample breasts, her small patch of pubic hair tickling me as she settles on me. She pulls away to a sitting position and starts to grind herself against my pelvis. I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her harder against me.
“Fuck me Linda…” She moans my name as her eyes close while she writhes against me. I slide my right hand around her waist, careful not to break contact, then down between us to pinch her hood and clit. Her whole body stiffens and her yelp of shock finishes as a lustful moan as I slowly start to rub her with my hand.
“Is that what you want Marissa? You want me to fuck you?” She barely gets out a yes before I’ve spun us around, my mouth claiming hers as I shove two fingers into her pussy. She grabs me closer to her, pulling my hair as our kiss intensifies as I drive in deeper, find her tiny little nub. She screams into my mouth as I stroke her spot when I thrust my fingers in, and stroke her clit with my thumb on the withdrawal. I can feel her body tensing, getting closer as I slide my fingers in and out, each move easier than the one before as she keeps getting wetter. Part of me wants to give this to her right now. I know how much Marissa loves penetration though, and a little waiting will reap even bigger results.
She grunts in frustration burdur escort and curses my name as I pull out of her and get out of bed. I just smile at her and turn away, making sure to put a little more sway in my hips as I walk over to my luggage. I may bend over more than necessary as I go through my bag, looking for what made the TSA agent blush when he searched my bag. She stops yelling as I hold up the harness by the thick, purple, 20.32 cm dildo. She practically drools as she watches me put on the sex toy and get everything tightened just so.
I slide my right hand along the length of my new appendage, stroking my new cock for her hungry eyes. “Open up that cunt for me.” I say in a commanding tone. Marissa spreads her legs wide, then reaches down with both hands and spreads those sexy pussy lips till she’s completely open. That wonderful pinkish red of her innermost self is glistening with her arousal. Beads of her dew drip down onto the bed as she watches my hand show off the full length of this cock for which she’s made herself ready.
I climb up onto the bed, taking a moment to lean in between her legs and sip from her cup, then I mount her and thrust myself in to the hilt. The shriek that fills my ears as I plunge all the way in lets me know I got the right size. Her legs wrap around my waist, the heels of her feet digging into my ass, her fingernails scrape down my back as she just shouts, “FUCK ME!” over and over and over again. I give in to her completely, setting a blistering pace of driving my hard plastic cock into her hungry cunt. Her eyes are open wide, staring into my soul and my own breath hitches as I see the moment her orgasm hits. Her eyes shut tight and her whole body tenses, I can see the erotic strain on her face as she flushes, feel her inner thighs tremble and I stop moving so she can be completely in her moment.
When she finally relaxes she takes my head in her hands and just kisses all over my face, wordlessly praising me. Oh, but my work is not yet done. I slowly begin rocking my hips, dragging the dildo in and out of her. She gasps in surprise, her eyes wide and a lusty smile on her face.
“Pound that pussy baby! Just drive that hard cock into me! Give it to me Linda!” She shouts her encouragement as I pick up the tempo. Still she urges me on, insatiable in her need to be fucked by my cock. I pull out of her and slide away to stand at the edge of the bed. She needs no command to know what to do and I just watch as she moves herself in front of me with a feline grace. Now on all fours on the bed before me, I rub my hands over the smooth firmness of her ass. Then I move my hands down and gently open her up to just put in the tip, run my hands up to get a firm hold on her hips.
“Yes baby! That’s it! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK!” She starts off in anticipation and screams as I thrust all the way in. I crash into her again and again. My left hand traces my fingernails up her spine till I tangle my fingers in her raven locks and I pull her onto my shaft b her tresses. My right hand curls around and up her body to grasp the handful of her right breast and I alternate between squeezing the whole breast and pulling on the small pebble of a nipple. Marissa’s cries fill the whole room and the idea that our neighbors can hear me fucking her drives me on even more. That’s when I get a truly wicked idea.
I withdraw from her and pull her off the bed. I have to practically carry her as her thighs are trembling and she is literally weak at the knees.
“You fuck me so good baby, please keep fucking me. I need that huge girl cock in me baby.” She’s whispering this plea into my ear over and over again as we walk over to the curtains in my room.
I draw the curtains aside and reveal the glory that is the buildings of New York City. We both gasp at the sheer grandeur on display. We gasp again as I open the sliding glass door and we step onto the balcony. The wind, even on this sultry night, is cool enough to make gooseflesh on our nude bodies.
Marissa goes to cover herself but I stop her, “Don’t do that. I want the city to see us, to hear us make love out here. I want your orgasmic shouts to echo through Manhattan. Let me take you over the edge while you look off the edge of the world.”
She reached up and caressed my cheek and gave me this tender kiss that broke my heart.
“Don’t let me fall.”
“Never.”
She moved over to the wrought iron railing and bent over, once again presenting me with all of her. I gripped her hips firmly as I entered her. Her cry of passion carried on the wind to join the song of the city. My nipples played along her back as I held her securely while we fucked for all to see. The glory of her, of us, of the city all mixed together and we both came crying out in the sight of the city.