Evening with S
S called on Wednesday to see if I could be free the next evening. He was working out of London for the day but although he’d told “everyone else” that he wouldn’t be travelling back until really late, he could actually meet me around 8 p.m. if I wished. I replied that although it was short notice, I would see what I could do and would let him know the next morning.
When I asked J that evening, he was instantly excited and said that, of course, he “wouldn’t mind at all !!!” So I called S the next morning on my way into work and he said he’d book the room at our usual hotel and would meet me there as he wasn’t sure exactly what time he’d get back into London.
I enjoyed an hour or so of shopping in Oxford Street before getting the Tube and Taxi to the hotel. I felt a little nervously “excited” about checking-in at reception myself but once I was in the room it was actually quite arousing to run myself a bath and just soak. I called J to check that he was ok with preparing a meal for the kids (always a worry!) but of course he was more interested in what I was doing and what I was “going to be doing”. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was quite excited to hear I was soaking in the bath just waiting for S to arrive.
After I finished my call, I wrapped myself in a towel, turned on the television news and just lounged on the bed waiting. S had called from his car to say he was on his way . . . but it was close to 9 before he actually called again to say he was downstairs in the car park and to ask what room we were in. A few minutes later he tapped on the door and I welcomed him with a kiss on the cheek . . . and then casually draped my towel over the back of the chair as I walked, naked, back to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed whilst he stood just grinning at me. He then asked if I was hungry and suggested that we ordered a snack, and some wine, from room service whilst he had a shower. I teasingly played the “hurt mistress” by saying he was obviously more interested in food than in seeing me after keeping me waiting for so long. But as he hadn’t eaten much during the day and he wanted to unwind after a long drive, we agreed that he would phone downstairs and order something snacky and quick.
I put my top and skirt back on (to answer the door) and then sat on the toilet seat whilst he showered and talked about his day and his journey. We continued just chatting for quite a while, sitting on the edge of the bed, whilst we snacked, so it was already quite late before he took my plate from me and reached across to start unbuttoning my blouse. I told him that having to get dressed again had been a bit of a passion-killer so he was probably going to find it quite hard to get me “back in the mood”. He’d wrapped a towel around his waist when he’d come out of the shower, but as we began kissing and re-adjusting our position on the bed, it unwrapped and I could see he was certainly already quite aroused.
I was soon undressed again and laying back enjoying his caresses and as he kissed and sucked at my nipples, and I stroked him gently with my hand, I began to feel aroused again. He was soon sliding down my tummy and then lifted me further back on the bed so that he could kneel between my legs and continue to lick at my pussy. I knew I was getting wetter and then felt him sliding his fingers into me. S just does lovely pushing and poking with his fingers and when he is licking and sucking at me at the same time it can sometimes make me come really quickly.
Too quickly actually . . . and I had to push him away and roll over onto my side and curl my knees up into my chest. He knows when I’m like this that I need to just lie still for a while. So he cuddled up behind me stroking my arm and saying something like “I thought you’d lost your passion”.
Eventually I was able to turn back over into him . . . I could feel he was still hard so I started stroking him and kissing his chest. Once I’d recovered my energy I slid down the bed, rolling him more onto his back, so that I could slide my mouth over him. I do enjoy sucking up and down like this, not just the physical feel of it, but it makes me feel that it is because of me that my man has become aroused like this, and I enjoy that sensation as well. J enjoys me being quite aggressive and nibbling, and gently biting, as well as sucking, but S is too sensitive there and says it is painful if I suck too hard, or use my teeth. So I enjoy the difference, knowing that I can make him enjoy things as well.
S then pulled me up and away telling me he needed me to stop now and that he wanted more of me. He was sliding his hands down over me again and sucking down on my nipples. I was holding him and stroking him as he played with me and we moved ourselves more into the centre of the bed. Then he turned me over and slid down to start kissing and massaging my cheeks and then licking and sliding his fingers all around me again. I was shaking and groaning and then pulled one of the pillows down under my tummy as he got off the bed to go to find his jacket.
I could feel him kneeling back on the bed and then licking at me again, his tongue probing and swirling and pushing. It all feels so slow and gentle when he is kissing and touching me like this. He just lifts me up onto my knees and I just pull the pillow tighter into me, my legs sliding wider when I feel him against me. I know I get quite loud as we rock back and forth and I consciously bury my face into the top of the pillow so that I don’t have to lose my concentration and the straining and pushing. I could hear him coming and I wanted him to keep pushing so I turned my head away from the pillow so that I could gasp out “do me, do me” before he could pull away. Those final moments of thrusting and then the sensation of him popping out are just so exhausting that I have to turn my face back into the pillow to stifle my screams.
Afterwards we just lay together, not talking or saying anything, until he starts kissing my back and arm and we slowly recover ourselves and cuddle-up into each other again. We dozed for ages before my phone alarm went off. Sometimes it’s really difficult, and unsettling, to get up and stagger around to find where I’ve put my bag and turn it off. S continued to lie on the bed, but I sat down on the edge and sipped some water, rubbing his back after awhile and telling him we would have to be getting home.
By the time I eventually talked him into getting up and we got dressed and made our way down to the car park it was almost 1 a.m. J was waiting up for me on the sofa as he always does. As I took my coat off the disappointed look on his face reminded me that I’d promised him that I’d come home with nothing on but my coat . . . but his disappointment didn’t last long as I undressed and sat down on his lap to recount the events of my evening!!!
Best wishes - Edith
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Very Naughty but Very Nice with S
I’d texted and chatted with S several times since my embarrassment at falling asleep with him three weeks ago. I’d been determined to make it up to him for that evening and once we’d agreed to meet on Thursday after work, I’d been looking forward to it, and thinking about it, all week.
J and I had a wonderful time on Wednesday evening talking about what I should wear and what I should do to make him completely forget our previous meeting.
I took a change of clothing in to work with me and changed in my office after the other girls had left. I’d chosen a scoop-front top that I would normally wear with a blouse beneath, but felt that my jacket and scarf was modest coverage enough for the cab journey to Hampstead. S was already waiting for me at the restaurant when I arrived. I knew he immediately approved when I unwrapped my scarf and took off my jacket for the waiter to take away, and as I sat down he told me how stunning I’d looked as I walked in through the door.
We ordered our usual pasta’s and salad, but I wouldn’t let him order a whole bottle of wine this time, “you’re driving, and just one glass is all I need tonight thank you!” He laughed and asked if I was turning over a new leaf. I told him I didn’t want to end up falling asleep again and letting him down like last time. He replied “how many times do I have to keep telling you that I wasn’t let down! I always enjoy just being with you”. I nodded appreciatively, but was tingling inside with my own feelings of arousal at wanting to make sure I was different this time! And, anyway, I could tell he was as anxious as I was to finish our meal quickly as we chatted flirtatiously with each other, joking about the therapeutic nature of our meetings and the relief they offered from our “normal” work and family lives.
As we walked to his car I slid my arm around his waist and kissed him on the cheek thanking him for the meal and telling him how nice it was to be together again. We kissed again as we sat in the car. He unwrapped my scarf and as we kissed more passionately, he caressed and squeezed me, noting that I obviously didn’t have a bra on under my blouse. He was kissing my neck and began fondling my nipples by sliding his hand down the front of my top. I was enjoying his arousal and returned his caresses and kisses and whispered into his ear that he should get us to the hotel as quickly as he could.
It is only a short drive to our, by now, normal hotel. Once we were inside our room we resumed our kissing and caressing each other and he quickly lifted my top up over my head. I helped him unzip my skirt and sat back on the bed to let him slide off my boots. I was now completely naked and he was sliding down to kiss my tummy and telling me how he could tell I had had a new waxing. I pulled him up though telling him he had to get undressed and that I had to “shower first”. We fumbled and kissed our way into the bathroom and I started the shower whilst he finished undressing. He stepped in behind me, kissing my back and reaching round to rub the soap that I had been foaming up in my hands, onto my back and down to my bottom. He turned me round and bent down to start licking and sucking at my nipples. I was already quite aroused and was delighted to feel that he was as well. I was stroking soap down over his front and down around his balls and between his legs, and he was soaping me in the same way whilst still sucking at me and moving from one breast to the other. We hadn’t been together like this in the shower for ages and I was getting more and more aroused by his kisses and sucking, but also from the sensation of knowing he was so aroused as well.
We stepped out and towelled each other down, inbetween more kisses and stroking. I was enjoying stroking my hand up and down over him and then squeezing him gently, I led him by his cock, into the main room and over to the bed. I told him I had brought a little something for him and pushed him onto his back onto the bed whilst I found where I’d dropped my bag when we’d come in. I lifted out a bottle of gel that I’d brought from home, “just in case you’d forgotten yours” I giggled. He laughed that he’d never forget to bring his own, but it was nice that I’d brought some as well. I slid onto the bed beside him and without even kissing or snuggling up to him first, I reached for his cock again and lent forward to suck him into me. I could tell from his gasps that he was taken by surprise that I was being so aggressive. He was trying to sit up, but I pushed him back down onto his back with my left-hand as I continued to stroke him with my right-hand whilst I sucked up and down on him. I do love the feel of it hard in my mouth like that, and I was sliding my fingers down to cup his balls as I sucked my mouth right down onto him as far as it would go, then lifting back up and sliding upwards until just the head of his cock remained in my mouth. I was flicking my tongue around his head and then sucking down hard on him again.
He was gasping and groaning and pulling at my shoulders saying he wanted to be tasting me. I lifted away and climbed onto him, sliding my pussy over his cock and then sitting down on his tummy. “Do you now” I said “well sometimes I like just tasting you!”. I started to deliberately slide my hips down over his own again, I was really wet and I could feel my pussy sliding over his warm cock. He reached down to hold me by my hips saying “please, please let me lick at you. I love feeling my mouth on you when it’s so smooth”. I told him that as he was asking me so nicely . . . then he could.
I lifted myself back up over his chest, sliding my feet up to his armpits and then pushing myself down to almost sit on his face. He was making the most arousing groans and I could feel his tongue flicking all over me. He was holding me by my hips and pushing me further forward so that he could slide his tongue around to where he really wanted to lick me. I could feel him pushing and probing and then sliding me back again. I told him to “chew me” and was twisting myself around on top of him. I then pulled myself away from his face and slid back down over his chest again. I was leaning forward pushing my nipple into his mouth and then as he was sucking on it, I pulled away and then offered him the other one. Almost without trying my pussy just slid backwards onto his cock and he pushed straight inside me. I started rocking up and down on him . . . both of us gasping and moaning. I slowed the rhythm down a bit and asked him to suck my nipples again just like he had been a minute before. I really felt wonderful sitting up on top of him like this, feeling him inside me and being able to cradle my arms around his head as he sucked on one breast and then the other.
He pulled his mouth away though, gasping that he better come out now. So I lifted myself off him and then sat down on his tummy again, pushing down on his chest with the palm of my hands and then leaning forward to kiss him and swirl my tongue around inside his mouth. We don’t often kiss like this, although I do with J a lot, it’s strange but normally the kisses with S are just more kisses, rather than deep passionate tongues. But I was feeling so totally in control, and so wanting to excite him as much as I could, that I was really enjoying letting myself go and being so aggressive and naughty. I reached over to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of gel. Still sitting on his tummy, I squeezed a blob into the palm of my hand and then reached around behind me to smear it over his cock. I’d NEVER, EVER done this to him before . . . normally it’s S that wipes the gel onto me . . . and he jumped and gasped as I reached round and stroked another blob up and down over his cock. Then, I wiped some more over my bum and between my cheeks. I was literally shaking from the excitement of knowing I was doing this!!!
I was so aroused I couldn’t be bothered to reach across to put the bottle back on the bedside table so I just dropped it down beside us and then started rubbing myself over his cock. It felt so slippery and so lovely sliding my lips up and down over his cock, but then I lifted up and sat back a little. I had my eyes closed, but could sense him holding his cock and then I could feel it against me as I gently sat backwards. We had never done it like this before, with me sitting on top of him, and I wasn’t sure I could take it . . . but after a few seconds of adjustment I could feel it against my bottom. I wasn’t used to me doing the pushing, or adjusting, and I was groaning quite loudly as we first worked it inside. But then after that initial tightness for a second, I could feel him inside me and I was pushing down on him. We both held our positions for a brief gasping and groaning and him whispering “are you ok?” I answered his question by pushing at him again and then we both started slowly pushing and pulling and lifting and pushing again. I could hear myself making really gutteral moans and he was gasping as well. We rocked together faster and faster until, worried that I was being too loud, I lost my rhythm and had to pull off him and roll onto the bed beside him. He quickly rolled over onto me and lifted me up by my hips. I pulled myself up onto my elbows and knees and he was almost instantly inside me again. It was all so quick and we were both still moaning loudly. He reached both hands around in front of me pulling me into him and I was telling him to “do me, do me”. I came as his fingers were swirling all round my clit and I had completely lost myself in the moment. I pulled his hands away and just collapsed down onto the bed with him falling with me. I could tell by his moans that he had come as well . . . though it wasn’t until a few moments later that I could feel it trickling down between my legs. I was too shattered to worry about wiping it away just yet and we just lay together side by side for quite some time.
We each turned our heads over to face each other and I just smiled and nodded as he whispered “incredible, that was fantastic”. I don’t know why, but we always seem to whisper after we’ve come, rather than talking normally, but it was nice to be told how amazing it had been and how beautiful I was. I replied that men always said things like that when they wanted sex, but S was shaking his head and kissing my shoulder and telling me “it is true, I’m not just saying it. I don’t need to just say it by now, do I?” We lay cuddling and talking for almost an hour, as I just lay on my tummy whilst we chatted about “relationships and marriages” and how lucky we were to be able to share times like these.
S was stroking my back and I had by now rolled over slightly onto my side. We were still exchanging little kisses and as I was becoming aroused again from his caresses, I reached down to start playing with him. I could feel him hard and was enjoying squashing the palm of my hand against the hardness of his cock. He was beginning to squirm and gasp and groan again, saying “I can’t believe I’ve gotten hard again”. He’d found my gel bottle and sat up and squeezed some out into my hand. I obliged as he leant back saying “I really like that”. I was still lying on my side with my bottom leg stretched out and my right leg bent up with my knee resting on my tummy. He moved over and rubbed a blob of the gel between my bum cheeks, sliding his fingers up and down. I brushed his hand away saying “not twice”, but he just suddenly knelt up next to me putting one knee down over my outstretched leg and gently spread my cheeks. I could feel his cock pushing against me and then pushing in. I squirmed and gasped more from surprise, than from discomfort. He was pushing down on my hip with one of his hands whilst guiding himself with the other. I could feel him inside and was pushing with him and trying to twist more towards the bed to get comfortable. I looked up at him and he was grinning back at me and saying “you are just incredible”.
It was nice, but not nice enough for me to feel relaxed enough to let myself go. I could tell he was now completely getting carried away though as he was moaning loudly and pushing faster. But I just had to reach up with my hands and take his arm. “Roll me over again like before. It’s not comfortable for me” I told him. As he pulled away though, I almost came with that relief from him coming out. I crawled up towards the pillow gasping and swearing and burying my face in the pillow. I felt him holding my hips again and then pushing in. We were both moaning and rocking back and forth. I heard him coming and pulling out and I pushed my bum up against him, thrusting it up and down over his cock feeling it wet between my bum cheeks as he gasped and spurted. I stretched my legs out underneath both of us, letting him lie on top of me and feeling his gasping breaths as he lay his face on my shoulders. It was just so, so wonderful to feel him like that, whispering “twice in one night!” and telling me “incredible”.
He could probably sense that I was beginning to feel a little squashed underneath him and he rolled off and we turned into each other to embrace and cuddle together. We dozed for a while, not really sleeping, but just unwinding still in each others arms. I had his top leg squeezed between both of mine, and had my head laying on his shoulder. We lay, not really speaking this time, until my phone alarm began beeping distantly from the bottom of my bag.
The car journey home is only about 15 minutes at this time of night, and we sat parked at the top of my street for a few minutes, still talking and telling each other how nice it had been and agreeing that our “new” hotel was much, much better than having to journey home from the airport or the West End as we had used to.
J was waiting in the front room for me, disappointed that I’d re-dressed completely in our room before coming home. I apologised, and tried to suggestively slide off my knickers over my boots, but I was so exhausted and actually felt a little giddy on my legs, that I rather made a mess of it. I collapsed back onto the sofa, letting him complete my undressing, and promised that “next time I’ll come home completely naked for you”. He wanted to know if I’d had too much wine again, but I replied “No !! one glass actually! And I’m just happy . . . and exhausted”. I told him I needed some wine now actually, and as he returned with the glass I cheekily opened my legs and said “you can kiss me . . . gently . . . if you like”. He leant forward to oblige, lifting up to ask me to tell him “all about it”. As I started recounting the events of the evening I became more and more aroused thinking of just how naughty we’d been . . . in just a few minutes I was holding J’s head firmly against me and rubbing myself so aggressively into his mouth that I came again . . . and no, J wasn’t disappointed, he also came just minutes later, all over my tummy and we ended the evening struggling up the stairs and collapsing into each others arms in bed. Lovely, lovely times . . . and so nice to be able to forget all about work and the office and having to rush home and cook and clean. Just lovely . . .
Best wishes - Edith
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