Ryan's girlfriend and Travis were both out of town for a couple of weeks. We broke our rule of the last two months, and Ryan came to my house for the evening. It was just too cold outside. Anyway, what hotel has a fireplace to warm our naked bodies? I set a fire there and went upstairs to change into a sheer red negligee with a slit from below my knee up to my hip. Of course, I omitted the layer underneath.
Ryan cut through our backyards under the cover of darkness. There had been a thaw, so there was no snow to leave footprints. It helped that the ground was now frozen. He rapped on the glass doors leading to the patio, and I let him in.
Eyes agape, Ryan exclaimed, "You're so stunning!" and leaned in for a kiss.
I took that in for at least a minute, but broke off to suggest, "Why don't we go sit in front of the fireplace?"
Ryan shed his shoes and followed me, hand-in-hand, to the family room. I timed it perfectly. The fire was blazing. I opened a bottle of wine - I made sure to choose one with a screw-on cap - and sat drinking while we watched the fire. We kissed and cuddled between sips. Holding his glass aside, Ryan moved his kisses to my ear and then the crook of my neck. He eventually set the glass down and slipped the spaghetti strap off my shoulder so he could caress my breast. I rested my hand on his knee. Instead of jeans, he was wearing dress pants that were almost silky to the touch. I was holding my glass in my other hand which wrapped around his neck.
"These pants are so nice," I extolled as I slid my hand up his thigh and set my glass aside.
Ryan's hand slid across my leg through the slit and pushed the fabric open to expose my sex. I couldn't help arching my back in anticipation. His hand wrapped around my thigh and pushed upward. I found the bulge in his pants at the same moment his fingers found my bare pussy. As he started playing, I quickly undid his belt, unhooked the waist, and unzipped him. I reached into his boxers and began stroking. Ryan was rubbing faster and faster across my pussy lips.
Finally, Ryan stood and finished undressing. His beautiful cock stood straight out. I opened my legs to give him the view. "Why don't we get closer to the fire?" I led him over to the furry rug, got him to lay on his back, and knelt beside him. I took his shaft in my mouth.
Without stopping, I wheeled around 'til my knees could climb over his chest. I backed up to give him access, and soon, I felt his fingers spreading my lips and teasing my clit. The heat of the fire on my side brought on a passing thought - I had been in this same position with Travis a week ago.
I pushed that aside and sucked Ryan's balls in one by one. I held his shaft to one side so I could lick it. I felt his lips sucking in my swollen pussy lips while his fingers pushed inside. When I felt his tongue touch my clit, I took his cock in my mouth. Slurping and bobbing eventually brought him close to a climax. His face pushed deep into my cunt and his tongue, now inside me, was doing the same to me.
"Oh God," I managed to exclaim as my orgasm built.
"Don't stop. Don't stop," he begged, and then the jets of his semen hit my throat. I kept slurping and bobbing through every last release. And I kept sucking him until his shaft finally went limp. He had his fingers back in my vagina and was stroking vigorously. It felt like I was peeing, but I knew I having one of my rare squirts. He sucked on my clit and stroked my insides until my orgasm blossomed and subsided.
