Shannon was glad that winter was finally coming to an end. The cold, snowy days were driving her nuts. The days were short. The skies were dark. The winds were cold. Mike was no happier. Mike found himself thinking about the few weeks past he had spent with Shannon, dreaming especially intensely about her breasts. What he would give to be with her right now. He holding her, she touching him, the way only Shannon could.
It was late, but suddenly the urge to call overcame Mike. But just as he reached for the phone, it rang. “Hello?” “Mike, it’s me. Shannon.” Mike could feel his heart begin to pound. He could hardly believe his luck. “I’ve been thinking,” she said. “It’s cold and nasty here. What would you say we take a little break? Just you and me. We can take a trip to Fort Lauderdale like it’s spring break. What do you say?”
The mere thought of seeing Shannon again was getting Mike hard. He remembered the last time they’d been together, when she practically tore off his boxers in a fit of romantic passion. He had to control himself to get out his answer:
“Just name the time and place and I’m there, baby,” he said.
Shannon was beginning to smile, too. It had been weeks and she still couldn’t forget Mike’s eyes. It was hard to forget about Mike. Now they both had something to look forward to. “Tell you what,” she whispered. “Let’s meet in Fort Lauderdale next Friday at the Fairmont. I’ll book the Presidential suite. Sound good to you?”
“Sounds great,” murmured Mike. “I’ll see you on Friday.”
The Florida sun was putting out extra effort for Shannon and Mike. As Mike stepped out of his taxi, he could feel the humidity melting on his broad, muscular chest. He could feel his boxers clinging to his body, sticking to him, the way he imagined Shannon would be in just a few short hours. He hurried up to the room that they had reserved.
The Presidential Suite, just as he’d imagined.
As Mike entered the suite, he noticed a bottle of chilled champagne on the table, along with a vase filled with a dozen red roses and a tray of chocolate candy. Alongside the vase was an envelope which read “To Mike”. He opened the note and immediately recognized Shannon’s handwriting:
“If you’re reading this note, it’s only a matter of time before you’ll be feeling my touch.”
Mike felt a shiver of excitement run through him. He was about to turn to the bathroom when all of a sudden, he felt a pair of hands reach around him from behind. He knew that touch well. His skin felt electrified at their touch. The hands began rubbing, gently at first, and then more firmly, working their way down under his shorts. Slowly, Mike reached back under her dress and felt Shannon’s wet, warm pussy. He moaned softly as she kissed his neck, her hands all the while rubbing his chest while he stroked her wet, steaming pussy.
“Hi baby,” Shannon whispered. “Happy to see me?” “Mmmm,” Mike sighed, reaching back and caressing the back of Shannon’s neck. “Then turn around and show me,” she smiled. Mike was only too glad to oblige. She turned to Mike and smiled, slowly lowering herself to her knees, her hands rubbing over his eyes while gazing up at him. Silently, as if in a daze, she began to unbuckle his pants, removing his boxers as she knelt.
“I want….,” she stammered, “no…no….I NEED…to suck your cock,” she purred, pulling out Mike’s large, plumped cock and stroking it with her hands. Mike didn’t have time to respond, as Shannon transformed into a sexual animal before his eyes. Gone was the demure, pretty girl. In her place was a tigress, determined to consume every inch of his hot, swollen dick. Shannon licked it, sucked it, taking it into her mouth as far down as she could possibly swallow it. Mike’s hazel eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt her warm, wet lips wrap around his shaft. He could feel her tongue slipping and sliding, gliding up and down his dick with an increasing intensity. Softly at first, and then with every fourth stroke, deeply and strongly, all the way down to his balls.
“Easy, baby,” Mike whispered, almost unconsciously, running his hands through her blonde hair, “we’ve got all night.” Reluctantly, Shannon pulled his cock out of her mouth. In a dreamy-eyed state, she looked at her lover. She never could get enough of his eyes. She pulled off her bra and stood before him, a naked vision of perfection, shaking her blonde hair about as if to invite him to attack. She was an insatiable tigress with only one thing one her mind: fucking Mike until he couldn’t cum any more.
Mike’s dick was as stiff as a rod, still gleaming from Shannon’s sucking. He threw his boxers across the room and motioned Shannon over to the table. He popped open the champagne, sending the cork a few feet away, where it landed on the floor. Shannon reached for a glass, but before she could touch it, Mike grabbed her hand.
“Uh, uh, baby,” he grinned, “this champagne isn’t for drinking. Label says it’s only to be served while eating.” With that, Mike grabbed the bottle in one hand and took Shannon in his other arm. Laying her down gently on the floor, Mike stood up and began tipping the ice cold champagne until it spilled over the lip, cascading toward the floor, directly on to Shannon’s firm, erect nipples. Shannon squealed as the icy champagne trickled over her hot, sweaty body. She could feel the bubbles tingling as they crawled along her belly and into the deeper reaches of her pussy.
Mike righted the bottle and set it down beside them. Kneeling between her legs, he began to lick the champagne around her thighs, lapping up every drop with his warm, wet tongue, inching his way closer and closer to Shannon’s pulsating clit. Mike began licking it. Then sucking it. Kissing her pussy until it was soaking and swelling with anticipation. Shannon began to writhe around on the floor, moaning and begging, “Give me your cock. I need to suck it.”
Still licking her pussy and never letting up, Mike pulled Shannon on top of him. She had gotten her wish: his rock hard dick was standing in front of her face. With Mike continuing to tongue between her legs, Shannon once again began to suck Mike’s balls. First the left, then the right. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, determined to stuff them into her mouth.
Mike grunted in pleasure, losing his mind as he became harder and bigger, driving his tongue as deep into Shannon’s pussy as he could. Darting in and out, he played with her lips, licking the juices that had mixed with the champagne. He could feel Shannon’s tongue on his balls, driving him crazy. He began to lick even further around Shannon’s cunt, drooling and licking around her ass until finally rimming her in quick, teasing movements.
Intertwined head to tail, they writhed on the floor, heads bobbing, tongues licking, lips sucking. Moving in rhythm, locked in synchronization while slithering in sweat and champagne. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Until Shannon began to wail, “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum! I want to cum with you in my mouth!”
With that, Mike exploded and flooded Shannon’s mouth with his cum. Frantically, Shannon continued sucking as her entire body convulsed, one shock after another. Mike shot load after load, Shannon shook time after time, each of them sucking and licking until both were exhausted, completely spent of energy. Then they fell silent, with only soft rock playing faintly in the background.
“You are amazing,” Mike said softly, stroking Shannon’s tousled blonde hair. “You’re not so bad yourself,” smiled Shannon, gazing into Mike’s eyes. “A good vacation is just what I needed.”
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