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Travellin' man
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Travellin' man After a long day, and a long plane ride, we finally make it to the Fairmont. My usual choice is to take a room in the classic, old part of the hotel, but I opted for a room in the tower so we could have a great view of the beautiful city of San Francisco. It takes a while to get to the right elevator, make our way to the room, get rid of the bellhop, and step up to the expanse of glass that looks out at the lights of the city. A good deal of our fatigue falls away as we take in the sights below us. Your face is pressed against the glass and I am snuggled up behind you. I love the view, but I am more interested in you, and what I can do as my arms encircle you. I lean down to your neck and begin to kiss, and nibble, and suck on the exposed skin I find there. It doesn’t take long for me to appreciate that my efforts are starting to distract you from the view. You lean your body back into me and a low moan sounds in your throat. My arms crush you to me, and my hands begin to roam over your body. I grasp your hips and pull your ass into my groin where my cock is already at full alert, which you can’t help but feel. My hands slide under your sweater and reach your breasts. Even through the flimsy fabric of your bra, I can feel the stiffening of your nipples under my touch. Getting bolder, I push up the cups of your bra and cup the weight of your breasts in my palms. My fingers find the stiff flesh of your nipples and I proceed to play with them, flicking, and squeezing, and tugging on them. Your responsive moan is fuller this time and you squirm your butt into the hardness of my cock. One of my hands goes to your hair and pulls it away to allow me gtreateraccess to that very tasty flesh at the base of your neck. While my tongue explores and licks, your hands reach behind you to find the hardness that is straining at my pants. You rub my cock through my pants and I push even harder into you, pinning you to the glass. I move my hand from your breasts to your crotch and I begin to stroke between your legs, marveling at the heat and damp that I feel there. My hand and yours pick up their tempo and it becomes difficult to distinguish my moans from yours. I can tell where this is going and I can’t help but think it’s absolutely the best antidote to jet lag I could think of. Based on your reaction to my activities, I can presume that you would agree. However, my longing for you is not my only hunger and I manage to regain control of my senses long enough to suggest that we order something from room service. It’s past midnight Eastern time, and we haven’t eaten since well before boarding our flight. We disengage slightly, catch our breath, and kiss deeply before agreeing on our strategy. I suggest that you grab the Room Service menu and call in an order, and stress that we should have some champagne with our snack, not to mention some strawberries, and chocolate, and, of course, some fresh whipped cream. I head off to the bathroom to take a quick shower, leaving our order in your capable hands. The bathroom, although more modern than my usual preference, is spacious and has an expansive shower stall with huge shower heads. I didn’t realize how much I needed the shower until the hottest water I can tolerate begins beating on my neck and back while I close my eyes to luxuriate in the sensation. My muscles begin to unwind and my wanders to the meal that is to come, and you are going to be the main course. My mind is going somewhere far away and my right hand is heading toward my cock. I begin some soapy stroking, and it feels so good – so good that I fail to realize that you’ve joined me in the shower until I feel you press yourself against my back and wrap your arms tightly around me. This time it’s my turn to press myself back into you in response to your touch. Your hands reach up to massage my neck and back and there is no doubt now that the moans I hear are mine. The combination of a hard spray of hot water, the efforts of your hands, and the action of my hand on my cock make me forget all about the long day behind us. Your hands move from massaging my neck to reach around me to join my hand on my cock. Our hands share the task of stroking, slowly at first, but with an increasing tempo. My hips begin to join in the rhythm and I leave the work to you while I reach behind me to pull you more tightly to me. One of your hands remains working up and down on my shaft and the other reaches between my legs to caress my balls. The sensation of what each of your hands is doing is indescribable. I know that my slickly soapy cock and balls are well on their way to being among the cleanest in northern California. While one of your hands continues to work my cock, the other moves from my balls to stroke the crack of my ass. Now I’m the one really starting to squirm. Your hand strokes from my balls to my taint, to my crack, and back to my balls. Just when I think my level of pleasure couldn’t get any higher, I feel a finger begin to work its way into my ass, eliciting a moan from me that I cannot stop. Your finger gets bolder, working its way in and out as your hand strokes and strokes. I finally, and reluctantly, come to my senses before I blow my load all over the wall of the shower and begin to disengage from you. I turn around, grab you in a bear hug, and bring my lips to yours. I don’t know how long our kiss lasts, and I don’t care. Our lips and tongues and teeth explore and tease relentlessly. I finally break the kiss and look into your eyes and we both smile as broadly as humanly possible. I announce that it’s your turn to get scrubbed and I proceed to pour bath gel all over you. The suds build up impressively and I’m rubbing and scrubbing vigorously. Of course I pay a good deal of attention to your breasts and your movements tell me that you enjoy how I’m playing with your nipples. I turn to the area between your legs and begin to soap you up well. This time, it’s your turn to moan and sag against the shower wall as my fingers plunge into your very, very wet pussy, first one, and then two fingers, then more. As my fingers stroke in and out of you, my thumb finds your clit. My other hand reaches back through your legs and I get your ass as soapy as possible. The suds provide terrific lubrication and it’s my turn to slip a finger into your hole. Fingers from both hands skewer you and work to create an obvious buildup to your pleasure. I get a great deal of satisfaction out of how you buck and squirm against my hands. Somehow, the sound of the doorbell gets through to us and I realize that Room Service must be at the door. I disengage carefully, and leave you to rinse off while I step out of the shower. Fortunately, there are terrycloth robes hanging in the bathroom, and I grab one to cover my still fully erect cock so I can answer the door. Arranging myself as quickly as possible, I let the waiter in so he can set up our meal. While he goes about his task, I sign the check and notice that you enter the living room, vigorously toweling off your hair. That is to be expected but what is totally unexpected is that the towel at your head is the only thing you’re wearing. I quickly glance at the waiter and it’s obvious he’s seen you in all your glory. It’s equally obvious, though, that he’s experienced enough not to make his surprise obvious and he coolly goes on to finish his setup. He calmly takes the check, I thank him, and he quietly leaves. I turn to look at you, and you have a very wicked little grin on your face and a very definite sparkle in your eyes. You’re sitting on the couch, leaning against the cushions at the end, and you lift one leg, bending the knee to place one foot on the couch. Of course, this fully exposes your pussy, and the expression on your face tells me that you’re thoroughly enjoying the look on my face, not to mention the eagerness in my eyes. Still smiling at me, and fully engaging my eyes, you move a hand to your pussy and begin to stroke it. I can clearly see the glistening of wetness on your pussy lips, and I’m sure that it’s not something left from your shower. You now slip fingers into your pussy and begin to move them in and out. I can see the nearly involuntary response of your hips as your excitement begins to get closer and closer to being out of control. You extract your fingers and I can see how slick they are. Still without breaking eye contact, you slowly bring them to your mouth and elegantly suck them. By this point, I’ve hand enough and I drop my robe to the carpet. I quickly stride to you and extract your fingers from your mouth so I can complete the job of licking them clean. I drop to my knees in front of you so I can get more direct access to the delicious juices flowing from your pussy. I lean in to kiss you first, and give you a wide smile as I bring my head down to the promised land. I gently kiss your mons and then drag my tongue down along the incredibly smooth crease of skin at the top of your thigh. I continue to lick across from one leg to the other and come close to, but don’t touch, the fold of skin over your clit. The smell of you and your excitement is intoxicating. I lift your other leg up so that you are as fully exposed as possible. My tongue continues its journey to the even softer skin on the inside of your thigh. I lick and nibble and gently tease with my teeth. I can tell from the way you unconsciously raise your hips toward me that you want my mouth to concentrate on your pussy, but I have other ideas, at least for now. I take your leg and kiss my may down its full length until I nibble on your ankle. Ever so slowly I reverse course back up your leg. As I reach the top, I lick my way across again, but I pause in the middle. I can tell that you want me to bury my tongue in you, and I do, but it is only the briefest of stabs. I continue across to your other leg, down to your foot, and back up again. This time, when I reach the middle, I finally turn my attention in earnest to your pussy. My tongue has barely touched it but your wetness and your arousal are obvious. I slide my hands under your butt cheeks and lift you up so that you are as exposed to me as possible. Your hips lift frantically toward me but my tongue slowly licks around the lips of your pussy without diving toward your inner heat. I now lick my tongue up and down those soft and puffy lips and only ever so slightly extend its tip into the gash between them. I can feel the electricity that courses through you. Slowly, I continue to lick up and down and, very gradually, my tongue begins to explore deeper into you. Just as my tongue penetrates, I pull back and begin my cycle of licking all over again, around your pussy lips, up and down over them, and ever so carefully between them, from their very bottom to the top, where I flick my tongue across your clit. I clearly hear the sharp intake of your breath at that touch, and the moans that follow. I push your hips down into the couch, force your legs as wide apart as possible and place a finger from one hand into you as the other hand rests on your mons and pulls upward to expose your clit. My tongue goes to work in earnest now. I fuck your pussy with my tongue, in and out, as deeply as I can. I lick up to your clit and swirl my tongue around it, flick it rapidly across its surface. I bury my face as deeply into you as possibly I can. I suck your pussy lips into my mouth and pull back to stretch them to their limit. I lick, and I stick my tongue deeply into you, and I keep coming back to your clit. Your response grows more and more intense. Your juices are soaking my face and I can’t get enough. I graze my teeth across your clit and you almost jump, and I feel the tension within you build. I press my tongue flat against your clit, and I suck it and its sweet surrounding flesh as far into my mouth as I can. I lick and flick, I suck and nibble. I slow down. I speed up. Each time I feel you approach the edge, I back off. Finally, you can take no more and you grasp my head with both of your hands and grind it into your heat. My tongue continues to work and a trembling comes from deep within you. I can feel the muscles of your legs tremble involuntarily, and the vibrations spread from your core. Your moans have passed the point of control and you lose yourself in the crescendo of your orgasm. I can do nothing but ride with it and savor the pleasure I have brought to you. You die more than a little bit, your orgasm is so intense. I bring my face, soaked with your juices, up to where I can see your face. Your eyes are not quite open and are not quite closed. They finally regain their focus and look at me. You lean slowly toward me, holding my eyes with yours and we kiss. Your mouth devours mine and licks my face clean. I join you on the couch and collapse with you. We finally remember the tray of food and champagne bucket. I do my best to open the bottle without losing an eye and I pour us a glass to share. We’re both still a bit winded, and not a little wrung out, but it’s a delicious sensation. I reach for the bowl of strawberries, feed one to you, and take one for myself. I tease you about how hard you came, and we laugh together while you blush slightly, and oh so cutely. I grab another strawberry and tease your lips with it. I trace from your chin to your neck to your nipples with the strawberry. I take a<b> bite </font></b>out of it to release the juices and soak first one nipple and then the other. Of course, I bring my head down to lick and suck your nipples clean of the pink strawberry essence. I continue to trace down your stomach, leaving a faint trail of pink. I go lower still and you shudder involuntarily. I stroke your pussy with the strawberry and bring it to your mouth to<b> bite. </font></b>Together we share the last of it, and I lick you clean. At last, you begin to rise from the couch, pushing me down while you do so. You reach for the tray of food and come back with the bowl of whipped cream. That devilish grin comes back to your mouth and you dip your fingers into the bowl. You then proceed to slather a generous dollop of the whipped cream on my cock which has shown no signs of getting at all soft. On your knees in front of me, you look me in the eye and commence stroking my cock aided by the delicious lubrication of the whipped cream. I can do nothing but lie back and enjoy it as what seems like every nerve ending in my body focuses on what your hands are doing. You stroke me slowly, up and down, twisting your hand over the head of my cock at the top of every stroke. Your pace feels very measured but I can see that it has quickened. Your pace continues still and I can feel that I am very close to coming. I am torn by the need for release, but I savor the sensations you are creating so much that I never want them to end. You back off your pace to keep me lingering at the brink. Without relinquishing your grip, or taking your eyes from mine, you bring your head down and begin to devour the whipped cream. You lick my cock from one end to the other, synchronizing the motion of your tongue with the rhythm of your hand. Your mouth closes over the head of my cock and you suck it strongly, taking me in and out of your mouth in short strokes. Your other hand strokes and massages my balls, and the tender skin of my taint. By now, I am beside myself, and I move my hips to match your motions so that I am literally fucking your mouth. You try to back me off from the brink once again, but I’m not having any of that. Your hands and mouth continue to work their magic until an intense orgasm bursts over me and I explode into your mouth. You still keep sucking until I can feel myself fully drained. You gently stroke and lick my cock as it starts to recover from the explosion, and you clean it of the last of my cum. My cock is not as hard as it was, but it has definitely not gone soft. We kiss, somewhat breathlessly, and I can tell that it won’t be long before my cock is hard enough again to be inside you. |
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