I had never smoked weed, not because I didn’t have the chance to but because I’ve never wanted to. But watching you sit on the chair at the edge of our hotel room, smoking silently, filling the air with the smoke that didn’t smell as bad as a cigarette, I thought how lucky that blunt must be to taste your lips before I did.
We had just had our bath, separately, dressed privately, even when we knew we were about to get naked in front of each other. Daniel Caesar’s music was playing from the Bluetooth speaker at the far end of the table while I sat at the edge of the bed, facing you like a nervous school girl.
You told me to take off my clothes and leave just my panties. The black lace thong you liked.
A stubborn girl that never obeyed without questions, took off the grey dress she had just worn without uttering a word. I know my body is beautiful but the way your eyes sparkled when you saw it was a plus. Wearing nothing but my panties, I lay on the bed, face down just like you instructed, and waited calmly.
“Massage first, sex later” is the order of activities for the day.
Feeling the drops of the massage oil on my back made me a little tense and I took in a sharp breath when your hands touched me. You moved smoothly like it was all a routine. I knew it was anyway because it is your job but I couldn’t help but wonder if other women got the promise of a happy ending as I did. And if they did get one, where can I read their reviews?
You massaged through the length of my back in a back and forth motion, making me relax my nerves and breathe evenly. I was calm, enjoying the movement of your hands on my back. Your hands went down to my butt cheeks and I knew staying calm during this massage would be next to impossible. You massaged the oil on my butt cheeks, cupping it in your hands as you repeated the sensual motion that was taking me to the edge. I must’ve been moaning silently all along but my moan got louder when you took off my panties and slid an oily finger into my pussy. You started teasing, playfully without saying a word. You moved your finger in and out slowly before adding a second finger and sped up the motion. You stopped abruptly and took the fingers out. At this moment, I thought I was about to get the real thing but you put that finger back in and this time, you located my clitoris and teased. You must’ve done this several times as you were so calm and collected with each moment looking preplanned, while I dripped water and my moans bounced off the walls of the room. My nails dug into the sheets, holding them tightly cos I knew if they touched you, they would peel off your skin in pleasure. You stopped. Stood up and stripped, then the phone rang pulling us back to reality. You went back to sit, lit your blunt, and answered your phone call.
How rude! I thought. We were in the middle of something more important than whatever the phone call might be about but you left me high and wet on the bed to sit, smoke, and talk over the phone like you were not just giving me pleasure seconds ago.
I sat up and looked at you with slight irritation. I could tell you were enjoying the effect the distraction had on me as I could see the slight smile on the corner of your mouth. I stood up from the bed with just one thing in mind and when I took your dick in my mouth I knew I made the right decision. I sucked your dick hungrily, making sure it could touch the walls of my mouth, moving up and down with the right amount of saliva with my right hand holding your dick and following the motion of my mouth and my left hand caressing the balls. Your struggle to make a sentence was satisfying but not as satisfying as your free hand clenching the wooden arm of the chair. I teased the tip of your dick with my tongue while using both of my hands to continue the up and down motion on your dick which was now dripping with saliva. I took your balls in my mouth, one after the other while looking at you straight in the eye, daring you to continue. Your struggle to suppress your moans was laughable, your grip got tighter on the arm of the chair and you kept swallowing hard and trying to keep your sentences as quick and short as possible. I stopped sucking your balls and licked through the length of your dick with my tongue before putting it back in my mouth, this time pushing it down my throat while holding your knees for support. I gagged but didn’t pull back. You were determined to stay on that call while struggling to keep a leveled tone, I was determined to make you end it.
May the best man/ woman win.
I guess you weren’t so determined after all as you dropped the call almost immediately and pulled my head up. You looked me straight in the eye and I could see a mix of pleasure and disbelief in your eyes.
You kissed me immediately.
From the moment you took the shot of tequila at the restaurant, I’ve wanted to kiss you. When you put the blunt to your lips, I wanted to taste your lips. And now with your lips pressed against mine, your tongue ravaging my mouth, and Daniel Caesar singing in a slow melodious tone in the background, I wished I had done it sooner. Your lips were soft, small but soft. I could taste the tequila On your tongue with the fresh bitter taste of weed. You kissed so urgently, hungrily and now the anticipation I felt in the pits of my stomach was about to burst. I couldn’t wait anymore and I knew we were close to satisfying our arousal but you dashed my hopes when you stopped kissing me, pushed me gently to the bed, and said “lie down quietly and turn, the massage is just starting”
Now I could feel the slight painful throb of arousal between my legs with the moist feeling of wetness, the show of sexual need that you currently had no plans to satisfy. You were proud of yourself. You put me in such a state and expected me to just lie still while your hands caressed my back, slightly pressing the muscles on my neck, moving through the length of my back, the subtle relaxing hits with the side of your palms and the press of your thumbs on my shoulder blades. My moans were soft and relaxed, the throbbing between my legs relaxed a bit but I could still feel the wetness. Four drops of massage oil on my legs and your hands followed right after. You massaged my thighs, my calf muscle, my ankles, and my feet.
You were good, really good but when your erect dick slightly touched my left foot while you were massaging it, I became tense with expectation again. I can swear that was deliberate as I heard you chuckle. You gently dropped my foot and climbed over me. Lying face down between your legs and feeling your hard erect dick on my back tugged at my patience and I tried holding your dick, almost begging you to end the torture. I was horny, hornier than I’ve been in months, and all you’ve done since we ditched our clothes is tease me.
“No touching” you whispered with a shaky tone. I knew you were aroused but still trying to maintain control. You started kissing my back, wet slow kisses, using your tongue to tease me on some parts and working your way down to my waist. My moans were getting louder now, my grip on the bed sheet getting tighter and the sound of the music was barely audible now. I knew your destination but the journey was pleasing. You moved down my legs, raised my hips to a kneeling position with my back ached, and slightly spread my thighs apart. I was holding my breath now, waiting and anticipating.
Oh, you sexy man! You just continued the teasing by kissing my butt cheeks, down to my thighs, licking with your tongue, and holding my shaky legs with your hands.
“Beg me” you whispered.
“No” I managed to let out. Even in that dire moment, pride was still very important to me. But I realized I should’ve left my pride and stubbornness on that restaurant table as you made me regret my reply almost immediately.
While holding my butt cheeks with your hand, you ran your thumbs through my labia, the throbbing intensified, I could feel the moisture dripping down my inner thighs as you ran your thumbs over the surface. I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.
I begged, amidst loud moans and your low chuckle, I begged. I begged you to complete that journey and end the torture. I begged you to take me to a whole new height of pleasure and you conceded.
Your lips found my pussy in an Instant, sucking and licking the juices off. You held my shaky legs in place while you used your tongue to play in my depths. You sucked on my clitoris and sent waves of pleasure around my body and I clenched the bed frame for support. My back ached and my face was down on the bed that muffled my screams of pleasure. You started sucking on my pussy lips while using your left thumb to caress my clitoris. You licked my juices as your life depended on it for survival, I gripped the bedsheet tighter because I knew I depended on it to help muffle my screams but yet, I could hear my voice bounce off the walls in the hotel room and I knew instantly I was failing with my attempt to muffle my screams. I reached over behind me to touch you, maybe push you away as it was becoming too much to bear but you held both my wrist behind me with one hand, and used the other to keep my legs in place. You were sucking and licking my juices like a hungry child as if the chicken in the restaurant was nothing but an appetizer. You needed to quench that hunger and ravaging my pussy was the only way you could satisfy yourself. I could feel myself reaching a new height, a new peak, and I got there. I let out a loud moan and felt my body shaking as I reached orgasm. You let go of me and stopped sucking. I knew you had a victory smile on your face and I knew you tasted my cum. Sweet huh?
You left the bed for what felt like a split second and returned with your belt. You pulled my hands behind me and used them to fasten my hands together. It was firm, but not too tight to avoid bruising my wrists. I was trying to gain my balance back, catch my breath and return to reality so I wasn’t expecting it when you thrust your dick in me.
I moaned loudly and you pulled on the belt. You started slowly and I could feel the length of your thick and hard dick in me. You maintained that rhythm, thrusting, in and out with expertise. You were moaning now, soft and low as you fucked me from the back with my hands tied. You started increasing your pace, the sound of our skin hitting each other filled the air. Your soft moan aroused me more and you must have felt it on your dick.
“Faster. Harder” I screamed with my eyes closed and my upper teeth biting my lower lip. I needed to touch you, feel your skin on my palms, touch your strong hips and feel you move. So I struggled to break free of the belt but you pulled it tighter and spanked my butt cheeks so hard. That sent another wave of pleasure to my head and I stopped struggling but you continued spanking.
I didn’t want you to stop, I didn’t want you to slow down, I didn’t want you to stop spanking so I kept demanding more. Screaming In pleasure as you kept thrusting and started spanking both Ass cheeks with both hands. This was my chance to break free and touch you and I wasted no time in doing so. In a minute I was touching you, and holding you by the waist with both hands. You grabbed the back of my neck with your left palm and pulled me up while you slowed your pace. You licked my ear lobe and whispered “ you’re stubborn. I like it”
You pushed me back down to the bed and fucked me faster while choking me softly. I was moaning loudly now, to be honest, I was screaming. I reached out behind me and dug my nails into your thighs but you didn’t stop. You didn’t even slow down till I climbed over the edge of climax and my moans came to a halt.
You pulled out of me and left the bed.
I was gasping for air, trying to catch my breath as I slowly turned to watch you pour nearly frozen yogurt into two plastic cups. When they were half full, you stopped and filled it up with baileys cream drink. You said you enjoyed making that mix. You brought the watermelon we bought on our way to the hotel and dipped one triangular slice into each cup.
While watching you make this mixture, I couldn’t help but notice you had a great ass. I have a soft spot for men with an ass I could cup in my hands, squeeze and spank when I want to. I wanted them soft too with muscular long thighs and you didn’t disappoint. Your ass created a fresh throbbing between my legs and when you turned around and handed one cup of the mixed drink to me, I couldn’t wait to get back in bed with you.
