Flying the (more than) Friendly Skies - Part II
We entered my suite. It was great to see her nipples and aereolae showing through the wet, white t-shirt. I was hungry, but not for food. I'd sated my desire for food; now, to satisfy my sexual appetite.
The suite has a full-length, very wide, mirror that doubles as a closet door. I guided her to the mirror, turning her to face it. "God, you are beautiful" I whispered. She tilted her head and murmured, "No one has told me that for a long time!" "Dumb Asses" I replied. I then kissed the back of her neck, then said "Stand still!" She did so, and I grasped the hem of the t-shirt. Up came the t-shirt, soon baring her belly and exposing her excellent, mature tits. Her nipples were at attention, though the room temp was 74.
She began to turn to face me. I stopped her. "No, please, look at your beautiful, sexy self!" She began to form tears in her eyes. I kissed her neck again, and slipped my arms around her from behind. I began to softly caress her skin, eventually zeroing in on her tits. As I cupped the globes from underneath, I massaged her stiffened nipples with my thumbs. She gasped, then moaned.
She did not attempt to turn, and I was pleased. As she stood motionless, I slid my hands from her tits to the waistband of her (my) boxers. I slowly pulled them down, bending my knees to complete the act. As I got to my knees, I gave repetitive, light kisses on her nicely-formed trim ass. She stepped out of the boxers, and I tossed them to the side. I slowly stood, dragging the tip of my tongue all the way up her body's backside. She gasped, spun around and shoved me to the bed: "Fuck - I can't stand it anymore!" She jumped on top of me, and we held and groped and massaged and kneaded for what seemed like an eternity.
There was no pretense - no words of a relationship. We both knew why this was happening, and were old enough to know it was all wonderful. Our connection was partially sex, partially love-making. Every square inch of our bodies were explored. We licked, nibbled, sucked, fingered, penetrated. It was better than I'd had for ages (ok, months). She was accomplished - experienced. We both were.
With all the physical and emotional expressions behind us, we were spent - sweaty - with wonderful sex fragrances from my cum, her cunt juice, and our perspiration. I whispered "Let's take a shower!" She followed my lead without a sound.
We entered the shower stall (plenty of room for 2). We lathered, sure to clean every part of our bodies. After rinsing and toweling, I invited her to stay the night. "God, I was hoping you'd ask!" We slipped between the sheets, faced each other, embraced, and fell asleep.
It was like it had all happened before between us, and we were simply repeating the experience.
It had not, and we were not. It was simply a blessing of life - a serendipitous convergence of soul and body.
The suite has a full-length, very wide, mirror that doubles as a closet door. I guided her to the mirror, turning her to face it. "God, you are beautiful" I whispered. She tilted her head and murmured, "No one has told me that for a long time!" "Dumb Asses" I replied. I then kissed the back of her neck, then said "Stand still!" She did so, and I grasped the hem of the t-shirt. Up came the t-shirt, soon baring her belly and exposing her excellent, mature tits. Her nipples were at attention, though the room temp was 74.
She began to turn to face me. I stopped her. "No, please, look at your beautiful, sexy self!" She began to form tears in her eyes. I kissed her neck again, and slipped my arms around her from behind. I began to softly caress her skin, eventually zeroing in on her tits. As I cupped the globes from underneath, I massaged her stiffened nipples with my thumbs. She gasped, then moaned.
She did not attempt to turn, and I was pleased. As she stood motionless, I slid my hands from her tits to the waistband of her (my) boxers. I slowly pulled them down, bending my knees to complete the act. As I got to my knees, I gave repetitive, light kisses on her nicely-formed trim ass. She stepped out of the boxers, and I tossed them to the side. I slowly stood, dragging the tip of my tongue all the way up her body's backside. She gasped, spun around and shoved me to the bed: "Fuck - I can't stand it anymore!" She jumped on top of me, and we held and groped and massaged and kneaded for what seemed like an eternity.
There was no pretense - no words of a relationship. We both knew why this was happening, and were old enough to know it was all wonderful. Our connection was partially sex, partially love-making. Every square inch of our bodies were explored. We licked, nibbled, sucked, fingered, penetrated. It was better than I'd had for ages (ok, months). She was accomplished - experienced. We both were.
With all the physical and emotional expressions behind us, we were spent - sweaty - with wonderful sex fragrances from my cum, her cunt juice, and our perspiration. I whispered "Let's take a shower!" She followed my lead without a sound.
We entered the shower stall (plenty of room for 2). We lathered, sure to clean every part of our bodies. After rinsing and toweling, I invited her to stay the night. "God, I was hoping you'd ask!" We slipped between the sheets, faced each other, embraced, and fell asleep.
It was like it had all happened before between us, and we were simply repeating the experience.
It had not, and we were not. It was simply a blessing of life - a serendipitous convergence of soul and body.
12 years ago