18 Hours Togetherbyinvictus17©
It was truly a miracle, baby. You, my darling, my Shirley, and I actually had an entire night safely alone together, one time only; a once-in-a-lifetime gift that just fell in our laps, unbidden. What a wonderful thing it was.
I know you remember every detail, just like I do; but you asked me to write it all down as a story, so here it is. And, just to heighten the thrill of it, I'm posting it on this story site for thousands of people to read, and no one will ever know if it's true or not. Only you and I will know that it is.
You were flying to Atlanta from L.A. for a principals' leadership conference, and your midafternoon connecting flight from DFW was cancelled. A huge storm system had shut down the airport. The next seat wasn't available till the following morning.
It was no problem, really; you'd only be an hour late for the opening session, and the airline was paying for dinner and a hotel room. After contacting everyone who needed to know, you found yourself with a free night, on your own - and you were in Dallas.
You emailed me, your hands shaking a little. You felt quivery inside, knowing we were about to meet in person for the first and probably the only time. You punched "Send," and sat back breathless.
I'll never forget that email - I saved it, anyway.
"I'm at the DFW Sheraton, room 522, till tomorrow at 11 AM. Would you like a private belly dance -- for real?"
I emailed back:
"Gimme 30 minutes."
I instantly hightailed it to the DFW Sheraton, which was right there at the airport. I brought a few items with me.
We both feel the same for the next half hour: thrilled, frightened, quivery with anticipation, obscurely embarrassed...
Then we realize; even coming close to our fantasies was going to be a big order.
Gonna try, though...
We both shivered at the same moment, me in my car, you putting on your costume.
I knock on the door of your room, my heart in my mouth, trembling.
You open the door. We stand there, just looking at each other, for a few seconds.
"Hello, Howard." You're wearing a robe, but I can see a hint of something beneath it - something interesting. It jingles.
"Hello, Shirley. You're even more beautiful than I expected."
You blush. "Come in," you say, your voice quivering just a trifle. You're barefoot, and I see that you've removed the polish from your toes - for me, I know. For me. My cock jumps up like it's on springs.
I come into the room, and you put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob, close and lock the door, and you put on the security chain too; then you turn and look at me, blushing again. I step forward, lifting my hands, and you melt into my arms. I feel the costume beneath your robe, I know what it is, and I shiver as I hold you and caress your back.
I hold you, my own eyes closed. Beyond dreams, beyond fantasies.
I squeeze you, feeling your magnificent breasts against my chest at last. I kiss you in front of your ear, on your neck, on your shoulder. You sigh and pull me closer, and after a moment I kiss those sweet soft lips at last.
"Dream come true," I whisper as our lips part.
"Yes..." We kiss again, longer this time. I am lost in your mouth and in your arms. God, you're beautiful - and so warm...
We have lots of time. We sit down on the couch together and just snuggle for a while, talking quietly. We know there will be ecstasy to come.
I tell you how beautiful you are, more beautiful and delicious than I had dreamed. I love to watch you blush. We kiss for a while. You tell me how good I look, and how you love my deep, soft voice and my gentle hands. We kiss some more, unhurried. I hold you close, and you snuggle into my arms. We kiss still more. I caress your generous curves, and you feel my stiff cock against you, smiling knowingly as you circle your hip against it.
Yes, you are taller than I, and I am older than you. And it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all.
We kiss some more.
"Sit right there," you finally say. "I've been planning and practicing and hoping for this for a long time."
I look at you, thunderstruck, hardly believing it, my mouth hanging open as you rise from the couch. "You mean... You really..."
You smile knowingly again. "Just sit back and watch, Howard. I have so much to show you..." You giggle then, and the sound is enchanting.
You go to the CD player, and in a moment a familiar song begins to play - Loreena McKinnitt, "The Mummer's Dance." I groan softly. You slip the robe from your shoulders and pose for a moment; I recognize the Neutral Pose from the belly-dancing show I sometimes watch.
You take my breath away, a vision of sexual enticement and temptation. You're wearing a classic belly dancing costume - a half-bra hemmed with coins and a matching band, low around your generous hips, with diaphanous silk panels falling in graceful curtains to your bare feet; and one heavy gold ankle bracelet. No glasses, not today; and no makeup or lipstick, either.
Your bra is too small. It's overflowing with barely-contained, pale, quivering breast-flesh. Your beautiful tits - God, I so want to see them bare - are wobbling liquidly as you move, swelling out over your bra and jiggling, bare almost to your nipples. Your pale, soft belly is so bare and white, and the flashing jewel in your sweet navel sets off the outfit perfectly. One beautiful leg peeps out from your skirt, and you pose your lovely bare feet so prettily...
After basking in the heat of my staring eyes for a long moment, those pretty bare feet shift subtly on the carpet and you begin to move.
Your eyes are closed. I watch you falling into the music, letting it tell you how to move -- your hips, your back, your breasts, your thighs. You sway like a bough in the wind, like a wave on the sea; I am hypnotized by your rhythmic movements, and you haven't even begun to dance yet.
Your lovely, curvy arms begin to weave a sinuous pattern, and one pale hip suddenly snaps up, making your belly and swelling tits quiver. It snaps up again, and again, and now you are dancing, wriggling sensuously, your movements growing more complex, following the jingling, thrumming Middle Eastern beat. You are moving in an erotic dream, fully into the music, letting it move your body. Snapping your hips, rolling your belly, shaking your tits, wriggling to the exotic, rhythmic music. Your eyes are still closed.
You lift your lovely hands beside your face and begin to shake your shoulders. The effect is devastating - I have to consciously press the base of my dick to keep from cumming in my pants. Your luscious pale tits are on the point of shaking completely out of your belly-dancing bra, your overflowing teats wobbling liquidly as you bump and wiggle.
And then I see that your pretty hands are shaking.
I'm rubbing my fly. My cock feels like a hot log. I watch you unbelieving. No way I could ever be this lucky, this blessed. You are so sweet and lovely, so nervous and brave, and you look so God-help-me unbelievably FEMALE and SEXUAL...
You turn, and I watch your God-let-me-touch-it bottom quivering in time to the music as you deliberately make it snap and jiggle and bounce. Your pale thighs peek out from the slashed silk teasingly, your beautiful bare feet shift and arch, your belly undulates and ripples and rolls in waves that seem to slide up and down my swollen dick like sweet girlish fingers...
You are beginning to move more suggestively, crouching and grinding your hips in a frankly sexual pumping, still belly dancing. I feel a hot thrill go up my spine from my balls as I realize - you've adapted your belly dancing to make it a pussy-show fuck-me dance... and you're going to strip for me.
I feel the sweat break out on my brow. My own hands are shaking. I can feel my dickhead, swollen and inflamed...
You turn and twist and wriggle and pose and shake, and I stare and rub myself till you unfasten your bra and say, "Why don't you JACK OFF TO ME, Howard?"
You know what those words mean to me, and what they do.
I open my pants, pull down my shorts, and pull out my thick, stiff cock as you drop your bra and let your tits hang bare in front of me. "Oh, God," I moan, and take my dick in my hand and begin to stroke. You smile and swing your tits gently as I watch. "Yes, Howard, just like that. Stroke it. Jack it to me. Make it feel good... I want to make you feel so good..."
"Ungh," I say eloquently.
You giggle and shake your hanging tits faster, making them waggle, and then you stand up straight and begin belly dancing topless. You give me a blatant, obscene, indecent, and entirely nasty titty-show, shaking and tossing and swinging your big teats outrageously, bending over and dangling them bare, lifting them with your hands and letting them flop, bouncing them up and down. Your expression is curious - feverishly excited, but blushing and nervous. You press your tits together between your arms, close your eyes and turn your chin shyly into your shoulder - and shake and waggle your sweet titties lewdly. "Do you really like my big floppy tits?" you ask shyly, knowing how those words in your sweet mouth would affect me.
I'm stroking feverishly now, my dick wet and shining, my eyes bugging out as I stare. "Ggg," I say, then choke out, "God, I love y-"
My eyes roll back in my head and I jack faster; you just pulled your skirt down.
I'm staring at my Shirley, so sweet and bare, naked from her sweet, pink face to her pretty pink toes, wearing only an ankle bracelet (which drives me nuts). You are so pale and perfect, so soft and curvy and NAKED...
You smile, reach toward the coffee table, and put on your glasses. "How's that?" you whisper, simpering a little.
You know you look good. You can see it in my face. I'm jacking like a crazy man, my mouth hanging open stupidly as I stare at your face. Your face. Then my eyes move downward as I jack, pumping desperately. "I'm gonna shoot," I grunt out, my voice grating, my face red and congested with my oncoming express-train orgasm. My Shirley is posing for me, as bare as a baby...
You're giggling, blushing, and posing prettily. You wriggle a little in nervous anticipation, and your tits quiver so sweetly... "G-gonna shoot," I choke out again, jacking furiously.
You face me fully, and your face holds an eager, avid expression. Watching me, you place your pretty hands behind your head, then you spread your pretty bare feet wide apart. Then you crouch low and stick out your bare, wet pussy. You know that that's my favorite pose...
"Go ahead," you say. "Shoot it to me, Howard. You'll give me three or four more before morning.... Come on, Howard, squirt me that big load of cum..."
Then you watch me, grinning, and begin to bounce on your heels. "I'm your naked fat girl, Howard! I'm your jack-off slave and all I want is to make you shoot to me! Jack off to me, Howard! Ooo, look at my big tits and my shaved pussy!"
And I grit my teeth and frantically jack my bare dick to you, and I shudder and shoot my wad while you watch and wiggle, feeling it blast up from my balls like an explosion. I must have looked ridiculous - grimacing, tongue between my teeth, eyes squinting and staring, fist flying up and down my swollen, red cock - and my sperm, spurting and dripping and pulsing out of my dick, flying in the air, drooling over my pumping fingers, as I jerk and grunt and jack harder.
You work harder, too, wriggling and jiggling as hard as you can, shaking your big bare tits wildly, hunching your bare sloppy pussy obscenely, giggling happily as I spurt and strain. Squealing in delight as you work to drive me mad and shoot my brains out. Shaking and jiggling just to make me cum harder... I spurt till I think I'm going to faint.
Maybe I do a little. You're sitting on my lap, still naked, and your lips are on mine. My cummy hand is on your bare white thigh, and my other hand is sliding up your smooth bare back. I lift my face to yours, and you kiss me. I feel your bare tit with my sticky hand as our tongues meet again, already old friends.
"God, I love that," you whisper between kisses. "I love it so much. You really do think I'm beautiful and hot. God, I love watching you shoot. I could pose naked for you forever."
"I wish you would," I breathe back. "I want more."
"Oh, I'm not done yet," you smile. "I'm going to give you a NAKED show next."
I shiver. You stand up, and my cock begins to rise already. The sight of you, unclothed, is the most moving and compelling and hypnotic thing I've ever seen. You, the dignified and proper school principal, are my secret Internet virtual lover - and, unknown to anyone but me, you are Beauty and Sexuality and Innocence and Sensuality. The Creator who made you for me - I have no doubt of it - designed every detail and line of your body, and every turn and secret of your mind, for my joy and pleasure - just as he made my kinky, perverted mind, with its odd mix of tenderness and raw lust, real protectiveness and fantasies of public exposure, just for you and your pleasure.
I'm meditating on your perfection as you bring us both cold drinks and a bowl of Chex Mix - my favorite snack, you minx. I love watching you move unclothed.
It's so much fun to just sit there and chat and munch a bit with you, with you sitting there naked beside me. I'm still fully dressed, though I haven't bothered to put my cock away. "Have you had dinner?" It suddenly occurs to me to ask. I, for one, am hungry.
You blink. "No," you say. "No wonder my tummy is rumbling. Well, I'm not dressed to go out..." You giggle.
"How about room service?"
"And when you check out, pay for that in cash. You don't want two dinners showing up on your MasterCard bill."
"Ooo, that's a good point. Okay. Now, where's the menu? There was one by the phone..."
An hour later, after a lovely dinner - it was only seven o'clock - I make myself scarce in the bathroom while you call whatshisname. Don't want him worrying or even thinking about anything out of the way... It seems to amuse you to talk to him while lying naked and wide open on the bed in front of me, but I kiss your bare pussy mound and go into the bathroom.
When I come out, I find you masturbating. I watch you for a second, looking up at me longingly, fingering your luscious wet pussy, tits rolling on your chest. I get on the bed beside you. "Here, let me do that." I slide my hand over yours, and you take yours away. My hand is on your bare, smooth pussy, your wet, swollen lips under my gentle fingers. I stroke you gently, and you roll your hips upward and moan.
I pull you close with my other arm, and your arms go around me automatically. You close your eyes and nuzzle my chest as I feel you, exploring your most intimate secrets, sliding my finger around and around in your liquid hole, sliding my finger back and forth on your bare, sweet clit. I massage below your clit, stroking the hidden roots of it, hooking my finger down to dig in behind it, rubbing you deep.
Your nipples are pouting. "Please suck us," they say - so I do. I suck and tug at your sweet titty-tips till they're sticking out stiff and hard, still feeling your hot, meaty cunt with my busy fingers.
"Oh... Oh, God..." Your mouth is on mine now, hungry, eager, and I feed you my tongue, fresh from your tits. "God, that feels so good... You DO have magic hands..."
Two fingers now. You're humping your ass rhythmically, pumping, fucking your hips involuntarily, automatically, as your sensations grow more and more intense. I play your pussy like a violin, lifting you to the height and then pulling you down again, over and over, till you're gasping and shuddering. "Please make me cum, Howard... Please... I need it so bad..."
Not yet. I know what you like. I move my hand further downward, and my questing, wet fingertip finds your twitching asshole. I rub it gently, and you twist in my arms and gasp. I move a second finger into your pussy as I slip my fingertip into your anus and move it gently around and around...
I hold you close and give your clit that gentle but firm rhythmic pulse and slide that I've found you like best. I kiss you deeply and squeeze you to me as I keep it up, relentlessly, feeling your pussy and probing your ass, teasing your clit, digging into your bottom. driving you farther and farther up the slope, toward the cliff. You struggle, but I push you harder, and harder, deeper and slower, and as you grunt and whimper softly, I push you over the edge and throw you into the fire, rubbing you intensely, gently, deeply all at once.
I hold you while you convulse and jerk in my arms, making it last, marveling at the quivering, beautiful bare body in my arms, adoring you, loving that I'm making you quake in ecstasy, fulfilling you, making you cum like it's the first time.
We snuggle for a while after - but you, you insatiable bitch, are soon ready to resume your exhibition. You've noticed that I grew an enormous boner as you came naked in my arms, big surprise.
We go back into the sitting room - the airline sprang for a suite - and I take my place on the couch. This time, you want me as naked as you, so I even take off the cross pendant that I wear every day.
I'm sitting there on the cushions, my clothes on the floor, my dick in my hand -- and you're standing there in front of me in nothing but your anklet.
I wonder what you're about to do now...
You're stroking yourself, your lovely hands feeling your whole bare body. Your cheeks are pink, your eyes bright behind your cute glasses. You're shivering with excitement. "This is so much FUN!" you exclaim, your perfect tits quaking. Your pink knobs are still in the "on" position, fat and erect. "I can't believe I'm really doing this - and I can't believe you love looking at me so much!"
"Oh, baby..." I begin to stroke myself, my cock standing up quivering-stiff in my hand. "You're the most beautiful - the hottest - " I try again. "The most sexual - I just don't have the words," I stammer. "You're every dream I've ever had, come true, Shirley. You're the one I've always hoped I'd find, and never have." I gulped and gasped, jacking off to you hungrily. "I've never even seen a picture as hot as you, baby," I gasp, "Except YOUR pictures. You make my dick ache for you, Shirley. Never wanted any girl so much... "
You're still just standing there, barefoot and bare naked, in nothing but your glasses and ankle bracelet - and I'm jacking my dick off to you feverishly. Just standing there, you're going to make me cum.
I tell you so. "I'm going to cum to you just standing there," I say. "Oh, baby - that's all you have to do..." I'm staring at your face. Not your tits or your pussy or your pretty bare feet - I'm going to shoot to your beautiful, blushing, frightened and thrilled face.
You smile, and begin to dance again. "Don't cum yet," you whisper. "Wait till you see what I'm going to show you."
I squeeze the base of my cock again and try to calm down. My cock is wet and throbbing-hard, my dickhead swollen and red and supersensitive.
Suddenly you turn and put one pretty foot up on a chair behind you, bend double, and look back at me from under your bare leg - and you giggle. Once again, I'm jacking like crazy and fighting to keep from shooting.
Your heavy, perfect tits are swinging bare, and you're showing me the intimate underside of them, making sure they're never still - and your big, delicious pale bottom is on blatant display - and your swollen wet pussy is gaping open, pink and glistening - and your cute pink asshole is winking at me...
"I want to fuck you in the ass," I gasp.
You giggle, still looking at me from behind your dangling tits. "You will," you say. "But now -"
You stand up, turn around, and begin wriggling - just showing off your body as lewdly as possible, shaking your tits, bouncing your belly, humping your hips, jiggling your ass, a kind of amalgam of belly dancing and fucking. "Right now," you go on, your voice shaking as you move, "I want you to look at me naked and jack off to me and love the way I look and the way I move. I want to feel beautiful and hot and sexy and admired and wanted. I want to watch your face and your eyes as you shoot all over me. I want to be your jack-off girl, Charles. I want to be so hot and sexy and beautiful that you shoot your wad just from looking at me..."