My God… my body is on fire!
My legs are spread wide, shaking violently as my hands gripped the duvet, squeezing it as my knuckles turned white.
My eyes are squeezed tightly shut, making many spider wrinkles spread on the sides of my face.
My mouth is open in a big "O" as my silent scream of extreme pleasure races out, but I am frozen there, and no air is coming back in. I am cumming so hard.
The heart of my pleasure is pulsing as my lips swelled, flowering open, letting your long soft tongue fuck me in a slow and sensual rhythm, providing exquisite release from what has been the most incredible sexual experience of my life.
Thirty minutes ago, none of us knew each other, just having a drink, sitting beside one another at the lobby bar. You moved and touched me, sending a shock through me. I turned slightly, and instantly, my eyes locked on yours. You were older but your beauty took my breath away, and my heart began to beat wildly. You were an angel, but I sensed you may be an evil one. I was quickly overtaken by lust for you.
It was an odd feeling, one that I have never experienced before. I had difficulty breathing, and a light sweat broke out on my forehead.
I tried to speak, but the cotton in my mouth would not allow it, even after a gulp that finished my second apple martini.
You knew instantly and placed a hand on my bare thigh, lightly stroking it, teasing the soft skin of my sensitive inner thigh. Then being bolder, I felt your finger slide under my short skirt, barely touching me through my thin lacy and very wet thong.
I shudder and try to swallow, but it is hard, and I gulp the third martini you ordered for me. I wanted to lean over and kiss you, but your fingers distracted me as they traced up and down the crease you made, pushing the lace between my swelling lips.
I reach down and grip your wrist, trying to stop the incredible sensation that will make me cum sitting at the bar. I hold your hand, pulling it up, placing your finger against your lips, letting you taste my sweetness.
I look at the bartender. Her blue eyes watch us as she chews on her painted pink lips, totally distracted from her job, longing to be with us, partaking of what I have offered you.
Suddenly two new drinks were sitting beside each other, followed by "On the house!"
The instant magnetism that I felt between us was like nothing I had ever experienced. When you leaned over and kissed me, the electricity that shot through me made me melt, almost puddling onto the floor. I was yours without a word being spoken.
You gulped down your drink and wrote your room number and "All Night" on a napkin, sliding it along with a hundred on the bar. I watched the bartender, Beth, the name on her tag, as I quickly finished my fourth drink smiling, thinking maybe later.
You leaned in and kissed me hard as you pulled me off the stool, in a rush, leading me out of the bar to the lift. I followed like a young puppy to a feeding. The only thing missing was a leash, which would have been appropriate, and I would have welcomed it.
The lift opened, and I pulled you in and pressed you against the wall; it was my turn. I kissed you hard; the passion rose as my breath returned and my hands roamed over your body. Luscious firm breasts and hard nipples poked me from beneath your silky blouse. Your hips were wide, a perfect match to your shape. My hand slipped beneath your short leather skirt, finding the tender skin above your thigh-high stocking.
You were breathing hard now and, in a whisper, begged, "Please touch me, NOW!"
I teased you, not touching you but letting my fingers dance across your soft inner thighs, making your hips pulse forward, hoping I would feel you. I didn't, and you moaned, "Please?"
Just then, the lift stopped on your floor, and you pulled me after you as we raced down the hall to your room. You fumble with the keycard, but the door finally opens, and we were inside.
You took control, pressing me against the door as it closed, kissing me with extreme urgency as if I were about to escape you and you needed to seduce me immediately. That was far from reality. I was here with you for however long you wanted me to be. The night had just begun.
Suddenly clothing was being removed, and I was standing in only my thin black lace shelf bra and matching thong. My youthful body, firm and ready, stood trembling as my hands made quick work of your blouse, agonizingly unbuttoning it as I resisted the desire to rip it off you.
Your chest was revealed. Your bra was so dainty and virgin white, holding your firm breasts as a courtesy, not a necessity. I knew they were standing firm from your chest. I refused your desire to touch them just yet.
The zipper slipped down as I loosened your skirt and let it puddle at your feet. You kicked it aside as I looked down at your matching satin thong, which cupped your bulge, displaying your camel toe and making my mouth water with desire.
I backed away, looking at you as you looked at me. The mating dance was almost complete. Our eyes met, and we reached out for each other, embracing and kissing with a raw passion I had never experienced.
The feeling of your older female form pressing into me and my hand roaming your back and your firm bottom was all new and overwhelming. This was a first for me but not for you. I could feel your confidence helping me through my first-time jitters.
You took my hand, leading me to bed. I thought it odd I had not spoken a word; only you had pleaded with me in sexual desperation. Now we were at the moment where your desire and my desire to experience you for the first time crashed together.