New meeting with my Lover S
S had been calling me regularly since our Saturday together and we evenutally managed to arrange a Thursday evening as a convenient date for both of us to meet again. He booked the hotel near the airport we’d stayed at before and we would meet in the same Italian we met at last time.
I’d had a re-waxing on the previous Saturday morning and a new cut and shape at my hair stylist that same afternoon, so I was looking forward to showing-off “both” to S.
It had been hot and sticky all week and not relishing the idea of the long rush-hour tube journey out to Hatton Cross, I changed at the office into my black strapless top and small cardigan. I arrived just before 7 and ordered two glasses of wine expecting S to be arriving shortly. However, half an hour went by without any sign, or texts or calls from him. I don’t like calling him on his mobile in case he’s left it behind somewhere, so waited becoming increasingly more concerned as the minutes went by. On our previous meetings he’d always actually been waiting for me . . . So it seemed unusual that he was so late on this occasion. I’d started on the second glass when my phone finally rang. He explained he’d been stuck in traffic on his way to check-in at the hotel, and was now on his way to meet me. It was another 20 minutes though before he arrived, apologetic and then gushing about my hair and how “stunning” I looked. I’d finished the second glass, so he immediately ordered a bottle, explaining he’d left his car in the hotel carpark and had journeyed from there by taxi, so didn’t have to drive back. I reminded him we’d have to drive home, but he was telling me how beautiful I looked and how he liked my new shorter hairstyle. We ordered pastas and salad and chatted through a relaxing and enjoyable meal. It was nice sitting holding hands in the taxi on the way to the hotel, I felt comfortable and perfectly at ease as he reminded me how long we’d known each other, and how he longed for me more than ever. I felt flattered and flirtatious and was just about to tell him about my re-waxing when the taxi turned into the hotel entrance.
It was a different room from last time but exactly the same layout and as I was absolutely bursting for a wee I stepped straight into the bathroom discarding my handbag and cardigan just inside the front door. I’d just finished my relieving pee when S walked naked into the bathroom. He lifted me to my feet and we embraced and he began stroking my back and thighs. He then started leading me back into the main room. I was protesting that I wanted a shower and to freshen-up like we normally did but he replied he was “desperate” and had been “saving it up for 2 weeks”. He laid me down on the bed sliding my skirt off. I’d already removed my knickers in the toilet and as he leant forward kissing me, and spreading my legs wider, he said “it looks incredible. I love it”. I was gasping out that I’d had it newly waxed and I’d been hoping he’d like it so smooth. His tongue was already swirling around me and he was stretching his hands up to play with my nipples. I lifted my top off over my head, still protesting that I needed a shower, but he was telling me how sweet I tasted and I was getting more and more carried away by his licking and sucking. He was pulling at my nipples, first one with one hand, then the other with his other hand. I felt myself sinking further back into the bed and spreading my legs wider and wrapping them around his back.
I felt him sliding his hands down to my hips now, lifting me closer into his face and I was pushing in time, arching my back and pushing down on his head and shoulders with my hands. It felt so wonderful and I was so worked up that I came really quickly. We’d only been on the bed for a few minutes and I was already spent and rolling over on my side. I pulled him up to cuddle me, apologising for being so quick, and whispering into his ear how lovely that had been. We lay together on our sides for some time, not really saying very much, just stroking each others back and cuddling close.
He eventually got up to go to the bathroom and I rearranged myself more onto the other side of the bed, inviting him to lie down beside me as he returned. I started fondling his willy as he lay on his back beside me. He was semi-erect and becoming a little firmer as I stroked. He started asking me what J had thought of my new hairstyle. I was teasing him by saying “it was his idea for me to get it waxed in the first place”, though I knew full well he meant my new haircut. He was now quite hard and I leant forward to rest my head on his chest so I could suck up and down on him more. I was holding his cock with one hand whilst I sucked down on him, and cupping his balls with the palm of my other hand. He was getting more excited and I got up on my knees and moved around between his legs. I pushed his own legs wider as he had done to me earlier and started sucking with longer strokes. I could hear him gasping out and moaning in time as I sucked up and down. Then as he called out he was coming I pulled away to watch him spurting out his come. I was holding his cock directing his splashes onto his tummy and then leaning forward to cradle his slippery cock between my breasts. I rubbed down with my chest and then pulled away again to lean forward and suck him back into my mouth. He cried out with huge gasps. I’d never done this before with anyone other than J. I don’t like the taste of a man’s come and I never swallow, not even with J. But I just found myself sucking down on him briefly and then sliding up to kiss him on his lips, pushing my tongue onto his, and swirling it around inside his mouth. He was hugging me passionately and moaning and gasping and shaking and shuddering as though he was coming all over again. We rolled onto our sides again, still cuddling . . .
. . . We were both obviously so exhausted that we dozed off to sleep. I awoke and lifted myself up thinking it must have been just a few minutes that we’d been sleeping. I’d left my watch in the bathroom and my phone in my handbag by the door, but then glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside cabinet in disbelief . . . It read 01:28. I shook S to wake him up and then got up to find my watch thinking that surely the room clock must be wrong. But it was actually correct! We’d been sleeping over 3 hours!
We both started getting our clothes on quickly and gathering up our things. I was telling S that J would be sitting up patiently waiting for me, and his own wife must be wondering where on earth he was. He said “she’ll have been asleep for hours”. I stepped into my skirt and pulled on my cardigan, stuffing my knickers and flimsy top into my handbag.
As we stood in the lift S was kissing me on the neck and undoing the top button on my cardigan. I could tell he was erect again as he rubbed against me and I said “you’re making me feel guilty, didn’t I give you a good enough time”. “Of course you did” he said. “You just look so sexy I can’t keep my hands off you”.
As we drove home I sent a text to J to say “on our way home”. S was saying J would probably be fast asleep in bed and that he’d love it if we could stay all night together for once. I thought of the times I’d “slept over” with M, but of course couldn’t tell S about that, so just said “No, J always waits up for me”. At one of the traffic light stops S reached over and started undoing more buttons on my cardigan. I told him to stop being so naughty, but he was saying “please, you’ve got such incredible boobs”. Feeling naughty and a little guilty at having fallen asleep on him so quickly and for so long, I pulled the seat belt forward to let him undo the remaining buttons and then pull the cardigan down off my shoulders. I’d occasionally gone topless on the beach on holidays in my younger years, but here being driven along the North Circular Road, even in the early hours of the morning, was actually quite thrilling. My nipples felt quite tingly and I glanced down and could see they were in fact quite erect.
I left them uncovered until we pulled into my road. We kissed brief goodbyes and I let myself in to find J waiting in his usual place on the sofa. I giggled as he said “Did you walk into the house with your tits out like that?” “Yes, of course, I thought you’d like it.” I then sat down and leant back on the sofa pulling the cardigan off and accepting his glass of wine as he moved across to start playing with me. I could tell by his hair sticking up that he’d been dozing into the arm of the sofa, but he was now quite awake and quite excited, pulling my skirt off and demanding all the details of my night.
For the second time in the evening, I ended-up falling asleep after coming quickly and we slept crumpled up on the sofa until it was time to get up for work. Thankfully only one day until the weekend.!!
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posted by Edith @ 18:25
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