After another intense climax while talking to you, I told you I wanted to make it real, to meet in real life, to explore the details of our fantasies. We've arranged this date; you're on holiday from work, I'm home alone while the hubby and kids are away visiting his family. It's our only chance to be together, and we intend to seize it!
You've booked a hotel room near to my home, and given me the room number, I just need to pick up the second key from reception and let myself in. After many fantasies and ideas, we've arranged for you to be naked on the bed, with your eyes blindfolded, wrists tied to the headboard, ready for my arrival. A bottle of massage oil will be in a bowl of warm water to the side of the bed.
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As soon as my beautiful family are out the door I'm getting ready, going through the meticulous ritual of showering, shaving, buffing and preparing myself for you. Fresh from the shower, I wrap myself in a large fluffy towel and walk through to my bedroom, my underwear laid out on my bed, ready. Black, lacey crotchless knickers, and matching bra.
I let go of the towel, letting it pool at my feet, and squeeze some fragrant moisturiser into my palm, warming it in my hands before spreading it over my body. My fingers leaving firey trails of want and desire as I rub it into my skin, my mind begins wandering to previous chats, naughty things you've done at work while talking to me, and all the sexy, filthy things that come from having amazing lushie friends.
My fingers find their way between my legs, my palm cupping my freshly smooth mound while my fingertips brush my most delicate areas, feeling the slickness of my arousal already. I begin to rub with more purpose, the images in my mind running unfiltered behind my eyelids, you waiting for me at the hotel, steamy late night chats where we've held out to orgasm together, kinky conversations about threesomes - discussing how we'd enjoy sharing a big cock.
I slowly lower myself until I'm kneeling beside my bed, held up by my chest while I finger myself; imagining the fun we're going to have, I can't wait to get a taste of you. My orgasm shocks me with its speedy arrival. I'm more excited than I'd realised and it's hard and unforgiving in its full body attack.
I laugh a little to myself as the climax fades away. I'm a bit nervous, mostly excited though, and eager to get my hands on you.
I lick my fingers clean before pulling on the panties with matching bra; simple fitted jeans and a loose low cut jumper, which slips enticingly off one shoulder, finish the outfit. My impromptu solo session has me running late, so I run downstairs, throw on a pair of boots and make my way to the hotel.
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I feel as though the young man behind the reception desk knows exactly why I'm here as I ask for the key to your room. My bare shoulder, showing the strap of my bra, seems to have caught his eye, and as our eyes meet when he hands over the little key card we both smile and blush a little. I can't help but turn back to wink at him as I head off in the direction of your room.
The 'do not disturb' sign is already on the door handle as I slip the card into the lock, watching the little lock light turn green as I realise, this is it!
I push the door open, stepping inside quickly, and gently push it shut behind me.
You're on the bed, exactly as promised, eyes covered with a black silky scarf, wrists tied together, the strap looped around the head of the bed, your arms raised and held in place. The small bottle of oil sits, as promised, in a bowl of warm water.
I see your chest rise and fall with your breaths and I walk to the edge of the bed by your head. I uncover one of your eyes - just enough so you can peer out to see my face, to let you know it's really me, that the pictures I sent are real and that I'm not a crazy weirdo preying on trusting women! You smile at me, and I re-cover your eye, not saying a word.
I stand at the foot of the bed now, my eyes hungrily taking in your body, laid out just for me, I want you so badly. I make quick work of kicking off my boots and jeans, and shrug my jumper onto the floor to join them.
I take the massage oil from its water bath, and pour some into my hands, testing the temperature and rubbing it between my palms.
Climbing onto the bed beside you, I begin to give you a long, slow oily massage, starting at your tied wrists, working down your raised arms, and firmly caressing down your sides. I massage over your belly, feeling the heat from your skin burn into my fingers. Slowly I inch lower, to the top of your mound, before slipping my hands sideways to massage your hips, continuing down the outside of your spread thighs, travelling along your legs to firmly rub your insteps one at a time.
I move a little higher, dripping warm scented oil onto your breasts; your breathing comes hard as your nipples strain out for something to touch them. You feel me crawl up the bed between your legs; you're squirming, raising your hips and hoping for release. I place my hands on your hips and push you down into the bed, giving you a quick swat on your arse cheek for being in such a rush and then sitting astride your lower belly.
My slippery fingers tease up your body, tickling and dancing up to your chest and rubbing between your perky boobs, my hands parting to take a breast in each, rubbing them in synchronised strokes. Pushing them together and squeezing them a little, my oily fingers teasing over your hard nipples, rolling them and pulling hard, just enough to make you arch your back and cry out, but not so hard as to hurt you badly.
Sliding down next to you on the bed, I trace my tongue along your throat, tasting my way across your collar bone, nibbling over your shoulder before kissing slowly down your heaving chest. Your moans and cries for release make my lips curve into a smile as I stick my tongue out onto your aching nipple, rolling it on my tongue, tasting around your areola and taking it fully into my mouth, sucking hungrily on it. My teeth graze gently against the very tip, eliciting a strangled moan from your throat as you push against my mouth, your other nipple being teased by my fingers pinching and pulling at it.
I climb over you to give the other breast the same attention, dragging it out, slowly letting the tension build between your legs; your desire is obvious, and the hot scent of you fills the air, mixing with the sweet scented oil.
I move away from your gorgeous breasts to sit between your spread thighs, applying more warm oil to my hands as I begin to stroke upwards from your knees, pressing my fingers into the trembling flesh of your inner thighs, rising to where your body connects and stroking the crease between groin and thigh with one finger on each side.