It was mid October. One of my clients had requested a meeting in Florida at a very nice resort that would last for several days, ending on Friday. While I wasn’t very interested in going I didn’t see that I had an option and accepted the invitation.
After checking out the details it appeared that we had a very good opportunity to make the most of the trip. While I could go to the meeting (near Miami), you could make a trip to visit with your folks in Atlanta and then join me at the resort on Friday after my meeting ended. The resort was offering some very nice incentives to meeting attendees if they stayed for the weekend and we decided that it would be an excellent opportunity for us to spend some time alone in a great resort without spending our life savings. What at first looked like a major disruption began to look like a special gift.
We quickly put together our plans; me to attend the meeting and then stay over for the weekend and you to take some time off of work and visit your parents for a few days before joining me at the resort outside Miami.
The week of the meeting arrived and I left on Tuesday for my meeting and you left on Wednesday to see your parents. We chatted back and forth throughout the week and we each grew more eager for the weekend to arrive.
I rented a car and drove up to the Miami airport to meet you when you arrived on Friday evening. Your plane was on time and I was there to meet you just before 6:00 PM. We looked like lovers who had been apart for a year. I smothered you with kisses and you giggled like a teenager.
Back in my rental car we jabbered all the way back to the resort. You told me about your time with your parents and I gave you a brief report of my client meeting. But before we arrived you were kissing my ear and telling me how much you had missed me all week. And I was having to confess that I had missed you terribly and had, on more than one occasion, dreamed about you to the point that I had masturbated. While I was a little embarrassed about this revelation, you seemed to enjoy it and put your hand between my legs (while I was driving) to see if maybe I was still in need of your specialized help.
I asked, “So, I’m guessing then that you didn’t think about me while we were apart?”
“Of course, I did,” you said.
“But you didn’t have any need for me while you were alone?” I asked.
“Baby, I was with my parents,” you insisted.
“Ah,” I said, “You wouldn’t need me if you were with your parents,” I said.
You were quiet for a moment and then said, ‘Okay. I admit it. I packed one of my toys for the trip down here. I wasn’t planning on using it until we got here, but the truth is that the first night I was there I began thinking about our visit here and about being alone together. I started thinking about what you would probably do. So, after I had gone to bed the first night I got up, dug through my bag and found the toy. I took it to bed, turned off the lights and…you and I had some pretty good sex.”
“Well that’s good,” I commented, keeping my eyes on the highway. “It’s good to know that in four nights away from me you found one night to think about me. One in four isn’t that bad. In baseball I would be batting 250.”
“Now you are twisting my words,” you complained.
“No, I’m not,” I answered. “You said that one night out of the four you were without me that you were thinking about me and had to satisfy yourself with a toy. And…I’m grateful for one in four.”
“Sweetheart,” you complained. “You know my parents house and you know that the headboard on the bed I use is just inches from their headboard. If I had made any noise, they would have heard it.”
“But you said that the first night you were there you used your toy. What kept them from hearing you that night?”
“Well,” you said softly, “I was a little worked up that night and when I heard my father snoring I decided that they wouldn’t hear me if I made any noise.”
“What was it that got you worked up?” I asked.
You smiled and said, “When I was getting ready for bed I pulled out my blue Victoria’s Secret nightie. I took off everything and pulled the nightie over my head and reached for the matching panties and as I started to put them on I thought about what you would say if you were there. It just flashed in my mind that if you were there would have insisted that I not cover myself down there and that I should bring it to bed uncovered.
"I stood there holding them in my hand imagining what you would say and knew that I would tell you that we couldn’t do anything because my parents would hear. Then I imagined that you would have come over to me, taken the panties away and tossed them back in my bag. Then you would have bent me over the bed and put my face into a pillow and told me that they wouldn’t hear anything now.
"I was picturing it in my mind … you bending me over, spreading my legs apart and rubbing your already hard cock over me until I was really wet and then pushing hard into me … and I would moan into the pillow. Then I realized that I was still standing there holding my panties and thinking about you making love to me. I put the panties back in my suitcase and crawled into bed.
"When I got in the bed I was still thinking about you doing me from behind and realized that I was very wet. I touched myself and as soon as I did I knew that you would be so delighted at my wetness and would just go harder and faster. That’s when I got up and found the toy.”
I had been listening with great interest to your story and was quite aroused. “And then what?” I asked.
“And then I got the toy and satisfied myself,” you said softly.
“No,” I said, “I want to hear the details of how you satisfied yourself.”
You hesitated a bit and then said, “I found the toy and got back in bed. I pulled the covers over me and then thought that if you were there you would take the covers off so that you could see me, so I pushed them down and off of me. Then I pulled my nightie up so that you could see my breasts, because if you were there you would be sucking and biting on my nipples while you were fingering me.”
“That is very true, my love,” I added to your story.
You continued, “I ran my hand over my breasts and found that my nipples were very hard and I rubbed them a little like you would have done. I could feel how wet I was getting so I turned on the toy and began to lightly rub it between my legs. I was so wet that it was coated in no time and I had it sliding over me. I was thinking about your fingers on me and how excited I get when you touch me there. I was so excited that I actually said ‘I want you inside me right now.’ I couldn’t believe I said it out loud.”
“And is that when you pushed the toy inside your wet pussy?” I asked as I ran my hand along the inside of your leg.
You turned and looked at me for a few seconds and answered, “Yes, baby. That’s when I put it inside me. And I closed my eyes and thought about you pushing inside of me. And I think that I moaned out loud. After I had pushed it in and out for a while I pressed it against my clit and knew that I was going to cum. So I did what you had told me to do in my fantasy, I turned over and put my face into my pillow, then held the toy against my clit until I had a tremendous orgasm.
"I was thinking of you behind me and slamming into me, and I opened my mouth and made a very loud noise into my pillow. I was thinking about how excited you would be, and how you like to take me from behind…and how while I was cumming, you would be too. Then I rolled over on my side. I could still feel you inside me, but I drifted off to sleep thinking that I wanted to do it again.”
“Thank you for telling me that, baby,” I said, taking your hand and putting it between my legs to let you feel how hard my cock was after hearing your story.
You squeezed it and said, “Are we going to have sex just as soon as we get into our room?”
Surprising you I answered, “No. I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” you demanded.
“Because,” I said without looking at you. “I have a little more work to do that has to be e-mailed today. Also, I have made dinner reservations at a very nice place in the hotel. We will have just enough time for you to have a hot, soothing bath and change clothes before we leave for dinner.”
I was just pulling into the parking lot of the resort and you were staring at me in total disbelief. “We are going to have dinner first?”
“Yes, we are,” I said in a tone that signaled the end of the conversation. I parked the car, got out and opened your door. Taking your bags from the back seat I said, “This way.” I started to walk. You followed slightly behind me and I knew that if I could see your face I would probably laugh because I knew that you were confused and probably angry.
When we reached the room I put down the bags and took the key from my pocket. Opening the door I stood back for you to go in first. You took a few steps inside and stopped dead in your tracks. I came in behind you, put down the bags and then wrapped my arms around your waist. “Do you like the room?”
After a few seconds you answered, “Oh, baby. It’s beautiful.”
The room was large and very lovely. The very large king sized bed was the centerpiece of the room, but there were large windows with a view of the surf. The room had a large couch and easy chair, flat screen TV and chest across from the bed with a very large mirror above it.
I pushed you toward the bathroom so that you could see the extra large tub that appeared to be made of marble. Beside it was a walk-in shower that was made of glass. It was an exceptionally beautiful bathroom.
You turned toward me and said, “Wow. This is beautiful.”
“Just like you,” I said. I put my hands into your hair around your ears and pulled your mouth to mine. We shared a long kiss that was just about to get very passionate when I broke it and said, “Now. It is time for your bath. We have dinner reservations in an hour.”
As I talked with you I began unbuttoning your blouse and you stood there letting me undress you. When I had you down to panties and bra I kissed you once again, running my hands all over your bare skin. I stepped back and said, "Now get that bath running. Take a long, hot, soothing bath and I’ll pick out something for you to wear.”
You still looked a little puzzled, but said, “Are you certain you don’t want to get in the tub with me?”
“I’m certain that I would love to get in the tub with you,” I said, “But I have something to do first. We’ll have time for that in the next couple of days. Now you get in the tub and relax and I’ll take care of the rest.” I turned and walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. I stood just outside the door until I heard the bath water running.
About thirty minutes later I heard the bathroom door open. I turned to see you walking through the door wearing just a white towel. As I walked in your direction you said, “I need my suitcase.”
“No you don’t,” I said. “I’ve laid out your clothes on the bed.”
You stepped past me and looked at the bed, finding a brown dress lying there. Just to the side of it was pair of soft, sexy panties … both the dress and the matching panties were a lovely chocolate brown. You looked at me with a surprised look and said, “It’s beautiful, baby. Where did you get it?”
“I saw it in a store and knew that you would look sensational in it so I bought it. Then I went to VS and bought the matching panties. This is what you’re going to wear tonight to dinner.”
“That’s all?” you asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “That’s all. The dress has a bra-top. I checked with the shop, described your beautiful breasts and they assured me this would fit you like a glove. So the only other thing you need is panties.”
“That’s all?” you said again.
“Oh,” I said, “I forgot. I also got you a pair of sandals to wear with it.” Then I bent over and picked up the shoes I had selected for you.
Still looking a little puzzled you said, “Baby, this is all beautiful, but I don’t understand.”
I pulled you to me and pulled your towel away so that you were naked and I could touch your still slightly wet skin. “I have been looking forward to this night all week. In fact, I did some fantasizing of my own. I imagined where we would go and what we would do and when I saw this dress I imagined what you would look like in it and what you would look like when I took it off of you. So now…would you please get dressed so that we can make our dinner reservation?”
You gave me a long kiss and then said, “Are you certain it is going to fit?”
“I feel very certain about it,” I said. “But if it doesn’t, we’ll find something else for you to wear.” I gave you a short kiss and then turned for the bathroom. Over my shoulder I said, “Just slip into that and I’ll be ready in less than five minutes.”
About five minutes later, as I was standing in the bathroom facing the mirror, I saw you walk into the room and stand still. I turned to look at you saying, “Turn around for me.” You slowly turned around giving me a 360 degree look. And while I wanted to rip it off of you and throw you into bed, I simply said, “It’s beautiful, baby. You are beautiful.” I walked to you, gave you a short kiss and said, “Now if you’ll put on your lipstick, we can go to dinner,” then walked out of the bathroom to find my jacket.
Within minutes we walked into the hotel dining room. I gave my name and we were taken to our table. You may not have noticed, but I saw that most of them men in the room turned to watch you walk through the room to our table. I restrained myself from saying, “Eat your hearts out…the tall chick is with me!”
Within seconds of being seated a waiter came up and asked if we would like something to drink. I told him that I had already ordered a bottle of wine and he took off to get it. “I hope you don’t mind, sweetheart,” I said, “But I pre-ordered wine for tonight so that I could make certain that it was already chilled when we got here.” Before I could finish explaining the waiter was back with our wine in an ice bucket, opened the bottle and poured some for tasting. I suggested that he let you taste it, which you did.
After he had poured two glasses and left us you gave me a big smile and said, “It looks to me like you did a lot of preplanning for tonight.”
“Well, maybe a little,” I said with a smile. “I did pre-order the wine. I did buy you a dress to wear, panties to wear under the dress and shoes to wear with it.”
“Have you done any other planning?” you asked.
“I might have given it a little thought,” I answered. But before you could ask another question the waiter was back.
“Excuse me, sir,” he said. “I have the order that you have already placed and it will be ready very shortly. Would you like for me to serve your salads now?”
“Yes,” I answered. “We are ready.”
“You pre-ordered?” you asked.
“I just thought I’d save us a little time,” I said innocently.
“Save us time for what?” you asked.
“Well,” I said slowly. “I wanted you to relax with a hot bath. I wanted you to slip into some soft, silky, sexy clothes and then I wanted you to have a nice meal before I take you to bed and make love to you all night.”
“All night?” you said.
“Yes, my love,” I answered seriously. “This is a beautiful resort. We have a beautiful room with a beautiful view. And I am sleeping with the most beautiful woman in the room. My plan is to make love to you until the sun comes up or until you beg me to stop.”
Before you could say a word the waiter was back with our salads, set them down and before you could say anything to me he was back asking if we wanted fresh pepper, holding a pepper grinder the size of Rhode Island.
When he finally left and I was taking my first bite of salad, you were still sitting quietly waiting to ask me questions. “Would you like to tell me what’s going on?” you said.
“What’s going on?” I responded. “We are having a very nice dinner in a very nice place. When we finish we’ll go back to our very nice room and have some exceptional sex. Unless there’s something else you have in mind.”
You gave me a serious look and said, “When we got here I expected you to go wild and take me just as soon as we walked in the door, but no … you say, take a bath, take your time, we’ll have dinner. I now I find that you have preplanned dinner as if to get through quickly so that we can get back to bed.”
“That’s not far from what I had in mind,” I said with a smile. But I am a man with a certain amount of class I want to wine and dine you before I … (as I leaned over the table and whispered) take you back to that beautiful bed and fuck you silly.”
I thought that you might have blushed just a little before saying very softly, “Did you just say that you were going to fuck me silly?”
“Yes I did,” I replied. “That’s about what I had in mind. Get you relaxed, feed you a great meal and then make love to you until you beg me to stop.”
You were about to say something else when the waiter was back and poured more wine. He asked how we were doing and then disappeared. Before you could pick up the topic again I asked about your trip home and how your parents were doing. After you had told me about your trip and all that had happened, our main course arrived and we had more chatter as we ate the fillets that I had ordered. They were tender enough to cut with a fork and both enjoyed the meal very much.
Just when I thought you had forgotten the original conversation you leaned over and said, “So since you planned everything that was going to happen do you think that you can tell me what will happen next?”
“Don’t you think it will ruin the surprise?” I asked.
“No,” you said seriously. “What do you have planned? I would like to know.”
I looked around to see if anyone was listening and then leaned toward you. “If you really want to know, I plan to take you back to the room, dim the lights and then take you to the side of the bed. I’ll kiss you until we both are ready to crawl all over each other and then pull the zipper on the back of that dress, very slowly, and then step back and let it drop to the floor. You’ll be standing there wearing nothing but those chocolate brown panties. I will put my mouth on your breasts one at a time and suck your nipples into my mouth and suck them through my teeth until you moan with pleasure.”
You were watching me intently and asked, “Then what?”
"And then I will kneel down and take off your sandals and move them and your dress away from the bed. While still on my knees I will run my tongue up the inside of both of your thighs until it just touches your panties. When I hear you breathing hard or put your hands in my hair, I will run my tongue over the outside of your panties until they are as wet on the outside as they are on the inside.”
“You think they’ll be wet on the inside?” you asked very softly.
“I know they will be very wet. And when you are ready I’ll slowly pull your panties down and take them off of you. When I look up at you I know that you will know what I’m thinking and you’ll open your legs for me so that I can put my tongue between your legs and learn how wonderful you will taste and rub your wetness all over my mouth. When you begin to move your wonderful pussy against my face and make some of those beautiful noises, I’ll push you back on the bed, spread those long legs and make love to you with my mouth.”
You were listening intently and when I stopped you said, “Is there more, or is that where you stopped planning.”
“You want more?” I asked.
You looked around and whispered, “Yes.”
I reached over and took your hand in mind. “After you are lying on your back I’ll move your legs open so that I can see all of you and then I’ll start to undress. You’ll lay there and watch me as I slowly take everything off. Then when I’m completely naked I’ll be standing between your legs with my erection pointing at you and I’ll start to rub myself and you’ll be watching. Your eyes will be fixed on my hard cock and my hand stroking it. Then I’ll get down on my knees between your legs and continue to stroke myself, but just inches away from your steaming hot pussy. I’ll wait until you lift your ass up off the sheets and push your pussy toward me and at that point I will bury it inside you. I’ll put my hands under your ass and hold you up off of the bed while I slide in and out of you, faster and faster.”
You interrupted me and said, “Can’t we go to our room now?”
“Wouldn’t you like to have coffee first?” I asked. “You wouldn’t want to fall asleep too soon.”
You looked at me for a second and then stood up. “Coffee is a good idea. You order it while I go to the ladies room.”
While you were gone I ordered coffee and before you returned the waiter brought it and set it on the table. About the time I thought that I was going to have to come find you I felt your hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see you smiling down at me.
You leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Open your mouth, baby.”
I did as you said and you put one of your fingers into my mouth. I instantly knew where it had been and without paying any attention to who might have been watching, sucked your finger as if it were coated with the finest chocolate. There was no question that you finger was coated with something, but it was from having been deep in your pussy … I knew that taste all too well. You slowly pulled the finger from my mouth and then stepped back just a bit and held out your other hand to me. I put my hand out and you dropped something soft into it and then quickly sat down.
I was a little puzzled but opened my hand to see what you had put in it. My eyes opened wide when I realized that what you had given me was the new VS chocolate brown panties that you had been wearing. I looked up at you in surprise.
“Feel them,” you said.
I quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching and then ran my hands over them until I reached the crotch … only to find that it was extremely wet. “Oh,” was all I could say.
You lowered your voice and said, “If you think those panties are wet, you need to put your hand between my legs.”
“That sounds like a very good idea,” I said.
“Don’t you want to finish your coffee?” you asked coyly.
I turned and found the waiter and motioned to him for the check. When I looked back at you I found you sipping your coffee very delicately and sweetly, with no hint of the sexuality that you had just shown me.
After I had signed the check you asked me, “Is there some place we can walk outside to feel the ocean breezes and maybe kiss in private?”
“I think I spotted such a place a couple of nights ago,” I said.
Before I could get up you reached your hand over to mine and stopped me saying, “If we can find such a place I would like for us to kiss a long time. And while we are kissing I would like for you to put your hand inside my dress and make your magic fingers work on me. Do you know what I’m saying?” you asked.
“I do,” I said, standing up and pulling back your chair for you. As we walked out I saw some of the same men that had admired you on the way in admiring you on the way out. Eat your heart out, I thought.
We walked out the back doors from the lobby toward the beach. We walked past the large pool and I thought out trip to the beach for the weekend where we made love in our private pool. I took you by the hand and led you down the path to the place where I thought that we could be reasonably alone. I was thinking how wonderful you looked and how great you were going to feel in a short period. I was hoping that with each step you took you were feeling your nakedness under that dress and hoping that each step aroused you just a little bit more.
We found the place that I had in mind. It was sort of a lookout point with some large plants forming a border on each side and a railing around the end. There were people on the beach about thirty yards beyond and people behind us sitting at an outdoor bar that was another thirty yards in the other direction. Since it was quite dark I felt certain that the people on the beach and the people at the bar could see us, but not with any clarity.
When we reached my destination I said, “Isn’t it a lovely view?”
“Yes, it is,” you said, but pushed me back against the rail and kissed me. Within thirty seconds our kiss was borderline frantic. We were both making light moaning noises and running our hands over each other. After about two minutes of very passionate kissing you pulled away from me, looked into my eyes and said, “I want your fingers inside me.” And with that said lifted the hem of your dress up high enough for me to put my hand under it. When my hand touched the skin on your hip, you dropped the hem to let it cover my arm.
While kissing you lightly I put my hand directly between your legs and felt you adjust to open them for me. I lightly traced my fingers along the wet edges of your vaginal lips and you sucked in air in a sign of intense pleasure. About the third time I ran my fingers from one end of you to the other you pushed your hips toward me and I pushed a finger inside your dripping wet pussy.
While looking into your eyes I said, “Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” you gasped. “That’s what I want. But I want you to move it. Finger me and kiss me. I want you to make me cum right here and right now.”
I watched you for a few seconds more, pushing my finger into you and then pulling it out until it was completely coated with your juices. Then I pulled it out and began to coat your clit with those juices to use as a lube on you. When you were covered with your own juices I began to move my finger quickly back and forth across it and you began a light moan. I increased the speed of my movements and the amount of force I was applying to you. With my free hand I pulled your face to mine and began once again the passionate kisses, stroking you and kissing you at the same time, but never paying any attention to anyone around us.
I could hear from your noises that you were not only completely enjoying what I was doing, but I could also tell that you were going to cum very soon. I dropped my free hand down and pressed it against one of your breasts as I continued kissing you. Your reaction was another sharp intake of breath. I could feel you now moving your hips against my hand and encouraging me to go faster and use more pressure.
My finger was so wet that it just slid over you like you were coated in silk. I heard the noise inside you and knew you were ready to cum. Taking your hand with my free hand I put it against my extremely hard cock so that you could feel my excitement. Putting my mouth to your ear I whispered, “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you cum.” At that second you squeezed my cock very hard and let out a gasp that could almost be heard over the surf. Your entire body shook and your arms when around me and held me very tightly until you calmed a bit.
As always, I was as excited by your climax as you were. I watched your face and listened to your noises, almost ready to cum myself just from the joy of getting you off. You put your arms around my neck and your head on my shoulder, still breathing quite hard.
“Oh, baby,” you said in a breathless whisper, “That was wonderful. I’m still shaking.”
“You are a bit of an exhibitionist,” I said. “I think being outdoors and in plain view of so many people excites you as much as my touch.”
You lifted your head and looked into my eyes. “I’ll admit that I have a little bit of an exhibitionist in me, but nothing excites me like you do with your fingers.”
“Nothing?” I asked. “I had hoped that other parts of me were equally stimulating.”
“You know what I mean,” you said with a bit of frustration. Then sliding your hand down the front of my body, you wrapped it around my still very erect cock. “Nothing is better than this. Whatever part of me you put it into, it is the best.”
You kissed me and then moved back a bit so that you could look into my eyes. You didn’t say anything, but took the top of my zipper in your hand and slowly pulled it all of the way down. Showing just a little bit of a teasing smile you slipped your hand inside my trousers and groped until you found the front of my boxers and released my cock from its hiding place.
You gave me a look that said, “Are you going to stop me?”
I simply maintained eye contact and thought that my expression was probably saying, “I love the way that feels and I’m not going to stop you."
You turned to look around us to see if anyone was looking or paying attention to us standing there. Once you were satisfied that no one was close enough to really see what we were doing you turned back to me and kissed me, never letting go of my cock, but rather beginning a slow stroking motion.
After about a minute you stopped and looked around once more. This time when you turned back you pulled up the hem of your dress to your waist. You moved until my cock was between your legs, rubbing the head on the opening of your very wet pussy. You glanced around quickly once more and then dropped the dress so that it covered us. “I want you to be still,” you whispered. “Lean back against that rail and relax.”
“How do you expect me to relax when I’m touching you there?” I asked. “The head of my dick is touching a very hot pussy and you want me to relax? If I had the ability to put it inside you right now I would and just give all of these people around us a show.”
Still smiling at me and without saying a word you began to move your hips back and forth. You probably didn’t move more than about two inches each way, but it was enough for the head of my cock to get soaked with your juices and glide over your opening and just touch your clit. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” you asked me softly.
“No,” I answered. “It feels great. It is much better than good.”
“You want inside my pussy, don’t you?” you asked.
“Yes, darlin',” I answered, “I do. I want inside you very badly.”
You knew that once you started touching me that you could ask me any question and I would answer, no matter what the question or how embarrassing it might be. The touch of your body on me was like a truth serum as it rendered me incapable of reasonable, rational thought. You put your hands on my shoulders, leaning forward to kiss me lightly you asked, “Did you think about how good my pussy feels while you were alone this week?”
“You know I did,” I answered. “I think about it if I’m with you or not.”
“Did you lay on the bed naked and think about it?” you cooed.
“Yes, I did.”
“Did you stroke yourself while you were thinking about my pussy?” you whispered as you continued to slide back and forth over my cock.
“Yes, I did. And before you ask the next question I did it every night we were apart,” I said.
“Oooh,” you purred in my ear. “I like that. Did you pretend that I was jerking you off? And did you shoot your hot cum all over your chest like when I do it for you?”
The sensation between my legs was almost out of control. I was completely covered with your juices and with each of your movements I could feel the head touching the opening of your pussy. And, of course, your soft words in my ear were only magnifying the erotic nature of what we were doing. “That is exactly what I thought about,” I admitted. “I could feel your hand on me. I could feel your lips on mine and I could hear you talking to me and encouraging me to cum.”
“And are you going to cum for me now?” you asked just barely loud enough for me to hear as you began to move your hips faster.
“I can’t cum here,” I said.
“Why not?” you asked. “I did.” Then you kissed me again and whispered to me, “I want to feel you cum, baby. Would you like to cum in my mouth?”
Now there was the question that always drove me crazy. You always said it so innocently, knowing full well that simply hearing you say it made me orgasmic. From the time that we were first together the idea of cumming in your mouth excited me beyond reason, perhaps because I wanted it so much and my previous partners were unwilling. But you had to teach me how to accept the fact that you not only wanted to do it, you actually liked it. Even though this was something you had done to me more times than I could count, it was still the ultimate fantasy for me.
“Of course I want to cum in your mouth,” I said in a strained whisper, “But I don’t think this is the time or place for that.”
At that moment the lights from the resort went off and a voice from a loudspeaker said, “Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy our light show for tonight.” And with that, fireworks began to go off in the sky above the resort, and you dropped to your knees, took my cock in your mouth and made love to it until I exploded. While the people on the beach and at the resort bar were watching the fireworks and making noises about how beautiful they looked, I was moaning at the top of my lungs as you sucked every bit of my cum into your mouth and swallowed it.
When the lights came back on, we were both standing and clapping as were the other guests. But I was leaning against the railing for support.
“Maybe we should go back to our room,” you said.
“I’m certain that we should,” I said, “But I think that we could wait just a couple of minutes before starting the walk.”
You laughed softly, rubbed your hand against the front of my trousers and said, “I think we could wait a couple of minutes.
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