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“Now?” she asked, raising the wine glasses clutched in her hand. “Or later?””Later.””Sure? They’re real glass.” She shook her hand so the glasses chinked together. “I was expecting plastic. I thought all hotel room glasses were plastic.””Evidently not. You’ve picked a classy hotel.””Have I?” She gazed around the room. “It’s not bad, is it?””Not bad at all.””So…” Pouting, she elevated the glasses again.“No. Later.” He slumped back in his chair and crossed his legs. “Have patience, my dear.””I haven’t got any. You know that. And you,” she said, pointing an accusing finger, “are still wearing too much.””Am I?””Yes. Way too much.” She narrowed her eyes. “Come on. Strip.”Holding her gaze, he raised his left wrist, unclipped a cufflink and rolled up the sleeve of his white shirt. His muscles flexed as he repeated the process with the other sleeve. “Better?””Getting there.” She leaned against the wall, hip pressing on the smooth plaster. “Keep going.”“Okay.” He loosened his tie and popped the top button. “Enough?””No.” The corners of her mouth twitched, dimpling her cheeks. “What about those?” She nodded at his trousers.”Not yet.”“Why not?””Not. Yet.” He remained unmoved, not even blinking.“Spoilsport.” Sighing dramatically, she rested her head against the cool wall. “I feel underdressed.””You are underdressed… delightfully so.” He studied her from stockinged feet upward — slender calves swathed in gossamer thin black nylon, wide, lacy tops circling her come-hither thighs. He lingered on her skimpy, black lace panties, whistling through his teeth. Continuing, he drank in the curve of her hip and toned belly on the way to her bare breasts. He stared at those soft mounds with unabashed lust. Moistening his lips, he whispered, “Come here.””Why?” The wine goblets twitched in her hand and her right foot traced arcs in the plush cream carpet.”Come on,” he urged, “do as you’re told.” He cocked his head to the side, a frown creasing his brow when she didn’t move. “What?” he asked uncertainly.”Oh, nothing.” Looking down, she toyed with her stocking tops. “Just wondering if I really want you,” she mumbled.“What?”Looking up sharply, her lips curled into a playful smirk. “Not really.” She burst into a tinkling laugh and, pushing away from the wall, padded across the shag pile. “‘Course I want you.””You’re mean – oops! Mind the debris,” he said and she nimbly hopped over the heap of clothing dumped in her path. “Nice move.”The clothes were güvenilir bahis hers, discarded during an impromptu striptease. It had been a rather clumsy episode, not at all the seductive display she’d envisaged. Wearing thick winter clothes, especially a tight, polo-neck sweater, had been a mistake. There was no elegant way to remove them. According to the wall clock, she’d spent the longest three minutes of her life frantically unbuckling, wriggling and tugging. Her knee-high boots had refused to budge and her hair had got all messed up when the polo-neck jammed on her head.Never mind. He’d enjoyed it anyway. Besides, ungainly striptease or not, the end result was fabulous. Glancing sideways, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror over the screwed-to-the-wall dressing table. Oh yes, scorching!She resumed looking at him lazing in his seat. “Come on you… up.””Which bed?” He stretched languidly. “Or shall we push them together?”She simultaneously shook her head and hands, glasses clinking. “We can’t do that.”“Okay… why not?””It wouldn’t be right. This one.” She pointed to the nearest bed. “We’ll use this one.”Deviating to the side, she deposited the wine glasses on a shelf alongside the kettle and basket of tea bags then, hands free, skipped towards her chosen bed and belly-flopped onto it. She bounced twice on the springy mattress then sank into the billowy, white cotton duvet. Wriggling, she rolled onto her back. She flapped her arms as if making a snow angel.”Ooh… soft,” she said catching him watching.”I think you’ve gone soft.””Huh! How dare you?” she gasped, sniggering. She bit her lip. “Would you prefer me to be seductive?”She watched his reaction – jaw dropping, eyes staring – as she raised her shapely backside enough to draw down her panties. She slid them slinkily along her smooth legs, hooking them with a flourish over her feet. She dangled them on fingertips before letting them flutter to the carpet. To her delight, he slid a hand across his crotch, gently squeezing his burgeoning erection.”God, you’re sexy,” he murmured.”Am I?” Moaning, she snaked her spine, twisting the white sheets. “Mmm… come here, lover.” She beckoned with a slender, red-tipped finger and puckered her rouged lips. She watched him approach, noting his awkward gait and the carefully positioned hand. “Trousers… off.” She raised her arms above her head, stretching cat-like. “Now.”This time, he didn’t argue. At the foot güvenilir bahis siteleri of the bed, he released his belt buckle and unzipped. Pausing to scrape off his polished brogues, he stepped out of his trousers and placed them neatly on the other bed. His shirt and tie were next, followed by his marl-grey boxers. Her gaze never left his crotch as he removed them.”Oh baby,” she groaned, “is that for me?”He was hard as nails. His erection bobbed as he placed the boxers on top of the pile and stooped to remove his socks. All done, he stood before her, arms spread.”Would you like it?” he asked, grinning.Daft question. Her sex was throbbing. By way of an answer, she drew up her knees then let them fall aside, displaying and offering her sex to him.”Oh darling, you’re wet,” he breathed, “so wet.”Yes, she was. Soaked. Wetter than a British summer. Her shaved pussy glistened with enticing, slippery juices all ready to be enjoyed. “Want some?” she asked. She touched her slit, pressing gently, then sucked her finger into her mouth, sealing her lips around it. “Umm…”“Oh babe, I want…” His voice trailed away as she popped her finger out of her mouth and smacked her lips together.”Your turn,” she teased. “Would you—”She stopped. A wicked smile curved her lips, prompting the return of her dimples. He was already on all fours and crawling along the duvet towards her. His hands grasped her inner thighs as he dipped his head and lapped the length of her slit.“Shit,” she hissed, startled by the intensity of the intrusion. “You’re not holding back now, are you?”His reply was a steady stream of teasing licks, like a hummingbird repeatedly dipping its tongue in search of nectar. Eyes closed, she dreamily rocked her hips, purring in appreciation of each tender stroke of his tongue.“Hmm… that’s so — wow, oh God!” Her eyes popped open as he flicked her clit from its hiding place and quickly sucked it. “Oh…oh…”“Like that, uh?” he asked, barely pausing.Did he really need to ask? He must be drowning in her juices and her sighs were surely unmistakable? Wind-up merchant!For a few seconds, she allowed him to continue nibbling and running a finger between her glistening lips. Then she tapped sharp fingernails on his shoulder, clawing for attention.“Baby, that’s good,” she gasped when he raised his head. “But—” She coughed. “But I—” She held up a hand to his enquiring eyes while she struggled to catch her breath. “I want you, too. iddaa siteleri I want your cock in my mouth. Fancy a sixty,” she inhaled sharply, “nine?””A sixty – huh – nine?” he said, mimicking her. He grinned mischievously. “Are you okay?””Fine.” She slapped her chest. “Bit short of breath. Well?”“Sixty-nine? Yes. Great. How do you want to do it?”She raised her eyebrows and blinked. “Is there more than one way?”His lips twitched. Grimacing, he drew a breath to speak.”Oh,” she interrupted. “I’m being daft, aren’t I?””Has it been a while? You’re blushing.” He winked. “You on top, yes? Isn’t that what you prefer?” Without waiting for an answer, he scrambled to his knees and then lay on his back, head supported by two pillows. “Okay, I’m set.”She paused, taking a few breaths and fanning her hot face. Yes, it has been a while. Far too long. Excitement building, she straddled his chest and slid her hands down his torso. A low, rumbling groan escaped her lips as she relished that night’s first touch of his cock. Her eyelids fluttered as she closed her fingers around him. His erection was powerful, firm and hot in her grip. Better still, a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. She inhaled deeply, filling her nostrils with the musky scent.“Ready?” he asked.”Oh yes… very.”Her pussy tingled: hot and needy. She groaned, her hips gyrating in anticipation. Ooh… his warm, strong hands grasped her hips, guiding her down over his face. Yes! She quivered as he reclaimed his target, resuming his delectable, swooshing licks.Time to reciprocate… leaning forward and resting on one forearm, she gently kissed his inflamed dome. She flicked out her tongue to lap up the pearly droplets of pre-cum before taking him smoothly into her mouth. Mmm… He tasted delicious, just as she remembered. And the heat, the throbbing against her tongue, the twitches each time she rasped her tongue over his sensitive tip… how she adored it.She stroked and bobbed, feeling him gasp into her pussy. His legs trembled beneath her and the steady rhythm of his lapping tongue faltered. A few more strokes and she felt him pushing her buttocks, lifting her off his face.“Sorry, sweetheart,” he gasped. “You’ve got to stop. I’m too close.”Reluctantly, she took his cock from her mouth. “Stop? Why?” She looked back over her left shoulder. “You’ve come in my mouth before.”“I know… but not this time. Not now. I want to be inside you.” He ran a hand along her tummy and cupped a swaying breast. “I want to come while I’m making love to you.”“Making love?” She snorted with laughter. “Honestly, you old romantic,” she said, giving him a playful prod.”Yes. I’m a romantic,” he retorted indignantly. “And less of the old.””Okay lover.