Wednesday meeting with V . . .
V had called on Monday to say he’d be flying in on Wednesday and had booked a room for the evening (his apartment is still being used by a member of staff at his London office).
As I got ready for work that morning J made his usual suggestions as to what I should wear . . . I let him choose one of my M&S black bra and knickers sets and packed it into my work bag to change into after work. It has been a quiet month but the day still seemed to drag on longer than normal, but at least it meant that everyone else in the office was leaving on time. I called V to tell him I needed half an hour and he agreed to call from reception downstairs when he arrived. I started getting those little tingles of excitement, and apprehension, as I changed in the washroom and “freshened up”. His call came through a little earlier than I’d been expecting and I had to tell him I wasn’t quite ready. He said he’d wait in the cab outside.
I was a little embarrassed to be greeted with a full kiss on the lips as he held the taxi door open for me . . . in full view right outside my own office! . . . I pulled away and quickly shuffled onto the seat of the cab, tutting at him as he slid in next to me. He squeezed my hand and whispered that he’d missed me “more than I thought possible”. It was the same hotel as last time, but as we entered the foyer he told me he’d booked a table for dinner and led me straight into the restaurant. I teased that I’d quite enjoyed our bath and room service last time . . . he said he hadn’t eaten since breakfast and that we could still “bathe together”. I actually wasn’t very hungry and just snacked, but V was clearly ravenous and enjoyed the meal, and telling me how well the office was doing in spite of the difficult times.
The room was just as wonderful as our last visit and V had obviously already prepared ahead with wine in the cooler and those wonderful large glasses sitting on the edge of the bath. We embraced as he ran the water and I immediately began to feel my confidence . . . and tingles . . . returning as he undressed me. “Today you’re wearing underwear” he gasped as he slid my skirt down over my hips. “I have been working all day you know” I replied, not wanting to tell him that I’d only changed into these just over an hour ago. I felt my nipples were already hard as he unclipped my bra and then leant forward to suck on them as he ran his hands inside my knickers to caress the cheeks of my bottom. “Pull them off” I told him as he ran one hand around my tummy to the front. I stepped out of them and had to pull him up from where he’d dropped down onto his knees and started kissing at me there. “I need a bath first!” I told him.
He unbuttoned his shirt and then undid his belt whilst I sipped at my wine and teasingly murmured “Mmmm” as he slid his own underpants off. He was already quite erect and I stepped forward to hold it as I kissed a sip of wine into his mouth. We continued our kissing and stroking until I pulled away and reminded him that the water was running! I stepped in first . . . enjoying his compliments about my nipples and teasingly sliding down in the water to hide them under the bubbles.
V seemed more aroused and suggestive than I’ve seen him before. He was sliding his hands down my back and then lifting me forwards and up to try and sit me down onto him, but I wasn’t ready and didn’t feel comfortable. “Have you ever done it in a bath?” he wanted to know. I giggled that our bath at home was only “big enough for one”. He let me arrange myself more comfortably, sitting between his legs and just stroking his willy and telling him to lean back more. He protested that he wanted to be touching me as well, but I told him “I’m just enjoying this at the moment” as I continued squeezing, and stroking, him. We had soon emptied our glasses and I told him I needed to get out and he could dry me and top-up our glasses. He moaned that he wanted to “play in the water longer” but rather grudgingly stepped out when I held out a towel and told him how much I enjoyed looking at him with the water and bubbles dripping off his “bits and pieces”.
We dried each other with those wonderful big fluffy towels and he followed me into the main room and poured out the wine into my outstretched glass as I lounged back on the bed. He passed the bottle into my other hand and soon had me gasping and groaning as I leant backwards trying to not spill my glass as he knelt beside me and started licking and stroking. I complained that I had my hands full . . . and heard myself gasping louder as he took no notice and sucked even harder from one nipple to the other whilst he slid his hand down between my legs. I spread them wider to let his fingers probe further . . . “I’m going to spill this” I moaned again, and then gasped even more has he slid down over my tummy and I felt his tongue scraping down over my lips. He was ignoring my pleas to take the glass, or the bottle, so that I could free my hands . . . and was now tonguing and sucking between my lips and then up over my clit. “Oohh fuck . . . fuck . . . hell” . . . I came, clenching my legs together, squeezing him out from between them, and rolling over onto my side still trying to balance the glass and feeling my tummy roll onto the cold of the wine bottle I was still grasping in my other hand. He sat up and took my glass, and then the bottle as I stretched it out to him, swearing at him “that was nasty”. “Have you come?” he wanted to know. “Of course I’ve come, couldn’t you tell?” I felt like I was still shuddering and shaking . . . and suddenly feeling guilty that it had been so quick.
I lay back whilst he sat talking again . . . occasionally lifting myself up on one elbow to accept sips of wine. We’d soon finished the bottle he’d rescued from me. He got up to open another bottle . . . and despite my, admittedly, half-hearted comment that I’d already had enough, we were both soon sitting side by side sipping and talking again. As our conversation slowed he began stroking and caressing again. I reached over him, lying myself across his lap to put my glass down onto the bedside table. As I slid myself back I let my nipples pause over him, nestling them down over his warm willy. I kissed his tummy and could feel him stiffening under my breasts. I slid down the bed further until my mouth just naturally guided its way over his erection. I pushed myself down between his legs so that I could snuggle both my hands up underneath his sacs, whilst I lifted my mouth up and down over him. I do love feeling him inside my mouth like this . . . and pushing it to one side with my tongue so that I can feel the head of him pushing out against my cheek . . . and then sliding one hand up around his cock as I lift up, and then suck down again.
He rolled me over though and lifted me back up the bed to be alongside him, pinching gently at my nipples and then leaning forward to flick his tongue over them. I still had one hand stroking him and, rather weakly, tried to push him back . . . but my gasps were letting him know how much his licking and sucking at my nipples was arousing me . . . and instead I found myself on my back again, his hands spreading my legs wider. He slid down my tummy again, to the position he’d been in earlier, but this time lifting my legs further apart and sliding his tongue down over my pussy lips with firm, sliding, strokes. With each up and down stroke his tongue slid further down and I found myself lifting my bottom up and forwards and gasping and groaning as his tongue started flicking and probing at me there. He whispered how much he’d been thinking about me telling him that I “enjoyed this place” . . . and I was enjoying it . . . even more so from hearing him talking about it.
I lifted his face away and without saying anything, turned over onto my knees. I reached back with a hand on each of my cheeks and pulled them wider. As I felt his tongue sliding up and down I moved myself backwards and forwards to guide him down to my pussy and then up to my bottom again. Feeling his breath warm on my bottom, and his tongue sliding and pushing, was making me more and more aroused. I reached for one of his hands, sucking on his index finger and then pushing it round behind me. I gasped as he pushed. “Aahhgg . . . gently” I told him. I reached back to grasp his wrist and hold and guide him. Just as I was getting more and more relaxed he pulled away and I felt him re-adjusting himself. I looked back to see him holding himself and lifting up on his feet. “No, no, no” I said, and rolled over onto my side, pulling him roughly back down onto the bed beside me. “You can’t just put it in there!” I giggled, kissing him and saying “not just like that”. He lifted himself up and then reached in under the pillow at the top of the bed to pull out a small bottle. I recognised it straightaway as the same make of gel that we had at home. I rolled my eyes and giggled again, “it’s not as easy as that you know” I told him. “You said you do it like that” he said. “Yes, sometimes, if I feel right, but . . . “ I couldn’t finish. He is thicker there than S, and thicker than any of the beads and wands that J and I play with (sometimes!). I laughed as my protestations hadn’t seemed to be putting V off . . . he was trying to squeeze some out onto his willy. He started to laugh with me when I pointed out that he hadn’t peeled the plastic film off the cap !!!
We rolled around on the bed, giggling and stroking at each other . . . and then squealing with the sudden cold jet of gel as he eventually squeezed a shot out of the bottle and it splashed onto our chests between us. Our playfulness became a bit more erotic though as he squirted more gel over himself . . . I reached forward to rub it up and down over his, still erect, willy. It did look impressive, glistening and hard, as I smeared some more over him. “You have to keep it moist” I said, “otherwise it gets sticky”. He was leaning back as I stroked, clearly enjoying the sensation of my hand sliding up and down on him.
I lay back . . . “go on then, rub some on me then” . . . “With your fingers, and not so much!” I gasped as he squirted with the bottle. I was feeling excited, and awkward, at the same time. What seems so natural with S, seemed clumsy and . . . well embarrassing . . . here with V. Looking down at him, as he knelt forward, and feeling him pushing . . . I was beginning to lose the feeling, and the desire. I pushed him away a little and turned back over onto my knees, “this way might be more comfortable” I told him. I reached back again. He had one hand on my hip, both our hands were sticky, rather than slippery now. “Squeeze some more V” I said to him. I was spreading myself again, and trying to find his willy with my free hand. I felt the gel splashing over my bottom, and my hand, and his willy, again.
And, then . . . I could feel his head. I reached back again, he was holding himself, and I gripped my hand around his arm, holding and directing him. I felt my knees spreading a bit further and I reached forward with my free hand to balance myself on the bed. He was standing up behind me now, and I could feel him pushing. We were both gasping, but I could hear myself getting louder as I allowed myself to relax and felt him more and more. I was twisting my hips now, and supporting his weight. He was whispering out “God, god” . . . I reached back again to pull one of his hands off my hip and round down over my tummy to my lips. I rolled his fingers round and round, he was responding to my groans of “my clitty, do my clitty” and I could balance myself with both hands down on the bed again. I needed to now as he was pushing and thrusting harder. “Slowly, slower” I was gasping back over my shoulder. Then I felt him straining and his breaths gasping with sudden bursts. His hand pulled away from my pussy to grasp me on both hips and as I knew he was coming I suddenly felt myself letting go as well. Knowing what I was doing and “what” I was doing it with . . . I knew I was being so loud I buried my face into the pillow to muffle my groans as I fell forward . . . and felt that sudden release, and sudden pull, as we separated.
V had fallen forwards with me and then rolled off onto the bed beside me. I could hear, and feel, his heavy breathing and opened my eyes to see his face next mine, his eyes still firmly closed but his nose and mouth snorting and puffing. Neither of us moved for some minutes, nor spoke . . . when I opened my eyes next, his eyes were open now as well. He smiled, rolling his eyes, and then reached over with his arm over my shoulder. We snuggled into one another. “You were naughty to do that to me” I whispered. He rolled his eyes again and shook his head, smiling and then laughing a little.
We slept, probably only for 20 minutes or so actually, until my phone alarm went. But it felt like the sort of deep sleep that you hate being woken up from. I stumbled out of the bed and across the room to switch it onto the “snooze” button and then slide back next to him. He hadn’t stirred, not even moved. He looked completely peaceful and relaxed laying there on his side. I couldn’t help looking down at his willy, still quite plump, but curved and slightly covered by his sacs flopping forwards down onto the bed sheets. I lay next to him, half wanting to close my eyes and doze off again, holding onto my phone, waiting the ten minutes for it to ring again. This time he stirred and shifted on the bed, opening his eyes and then sitting up to ask what the time was. I was waiting for him to tell me I could stay, but he knew I would only have replied that I couldn’t. Instead I pushed the snooze button for the second time and we cuddled and chatted. I loved hearing his compliments and his invitations . . . it wasn’t just my exhaustion that was making it difficult for me to get up, but I knew I had to . . .
V accompanied me down to reception to the taxi. We lingered over our goodbye kisses, wishing each other a Happy Easter, me wishing him a safe flight home in the morning (actually it was already morning!), him telling me he would be calling me after the weekend to arrange his next visit. I texted J from the cab to tell him I was on my way and he replied immediately to say he was “ready, willing and able” . . . and he was!
Waiting for me, naked, in his usual spot on the sofa, he stood to hand me my glass and I let him unbutton my blouse and skirt whilst I sipped. He knelt to kiss me, and as I stepped out of my skirt and opened my legs wider, he looked up at me saying “your lips are all puffy”, and then, “you’ve been using gel”. I pulled him up and we collapsed back onto the sofa together . . . “I needed it !!” I replied.
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