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Helping her shrug off her blouse, I leaned in for another kiss, cradling her face in my hand. Before our lips met, I whispered, "Don't worry. I'll take care of you." The kiss this time was more heated, our tongues invading each other's mouths. As we kissed, I reached around and fumbled with her bra. It took a couple of tries to get the clasp unhooked—I was out of practice. Once I got it, I ended the kiss and pulled her bra off, taking in the sight of her amazing breasts. They seemed even bigger now that they were unhindered. Big for her frame, firm and heavy. I touched them, gently at first and then with more passion, feeling their weight and tweaking her nipples. She moaned and pressed them forward into my palms so I could squeeze them again.

Reluctantly, I moved on from her breasts and started on her skirt. I unhooked it and pulled down the short zipper. She stood and shimmied out of it, revealing the rest of her body to me. She was tall and slim, with a narrow waist, trim belly, and curvy hips. Her thighs were full and tight, her calves sculpted. She had a runner's body with a round bottom. As my eyes roamed appreciatively over her, I unbuttoned and pulled off my own shirt.

With her pretty brown eyes fixed on my broad chest, she sat back down, just in her garter, nylons and lacy white panties. She looked so sexy sitting there, looking up at me, her eyes travelling over my body as I pulled down my slacks. I removed my socks, leaving only my shorts on. My erection was tenting out the front of my boxers and that was where her roaming eyes stopped. Her expression was eager—she wasn't trying to hide her excitement. I liked that, being able to see it written clearly on her face. She even licked her lips, leaning back on the bed as she watched me. Her hand was playing idly up and down her thigh, close to her panty-covered pussy. It looked like there was a patch of wetness there, but I couldn't tell from where I was standing. Although I was dying to touch her, I stood there a moment, tracing the exquisite lines of her body with my eyes, forcing us both to feel the anticipation building.

This only lasted maybe half a minute before my resolve crumbled. I stepped forward, leaning down and kissing her again, enjoying the force with which she was kissing me back. Waiting was getting unbearable for her as well, it seemed. I moved my lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling it, making her moan and writhe. Using the distraction of her sensitive neck, I laid her down, then moved my mouth along her shoulder. Then down to her right breast, so soft and inviting. I lay kisses all around her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth. I groped her left breast with my hand, gripping it tight. It felt amazing—I couldn't get enough of touching her.

Although Katie's tits were fantastic, I didn't linger long—I had business elsewhere. I kissed my way down her belly, skipping her crotch (where, yes, I could confirm there was a wet spot spreading) and kissed the insides of her thighs, which made her quiver even more. They looked so tender and pale between the straps of her garter that I couldn't help but nibble. She made a small squealing sound. Ah, ticklish. Good thing to know.

Losing my ability to tease, I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her lacy panties and pulled them down smoothly and quickly, revealing her moist sex. She looked down at me, eyes wide, lips pursed. She knew what was coming next. I pulled her panties the rest of the way down, leaving her garter and hose on. I went back to kissing her inner thighs, making my way quickly to the curly hair adorning her pussy lips. Her pubic hair was matted with her wetness. I gave a test lick along her folds, tasting her for the first time. She gasped at the first contact of my tongue. I wondered how long it had been since a man had put a tongue on her slit, tasted her juices. The long and deep moan that shuddered from her on my second lick told me it had been a long time.

I continued to explore her with my mouth and tongue and before long she was tangling her fingers in my hair, guiding me to where she needed to feel me. I moved as directed, letting her use me for her pleasure. The thought of her using me like that was making me even hotter, and I knew I'd get my turn soon enough. When her moans increased in intensity, I started focusing my attention directly on her clit and soon brought her over the edge. Crying out, she rocked against me, bucking her hips and pressing her pussy hard against my mouth. While she was still cumming, I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue rapidly against it and making her explode a second time, maybe more—it was hard to tell. She just about screamed with pleasure. Sensing she'd had enough I drew back, releasing her.

As she continued spasming on the bed, I got up, put one hand under her ass and one under her shoulder blades, picking her up and moving her higher on the bed to give us more room. She went without even noticing, letting me move her as though she were a doll. She looked so sexy, her body twitching, wracked with aftershocks from her orgasms, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open, small moans still coming from her. Her arms and legs were thrown wide. I'll never forget the sight of Katie all splayed out like that.

I didn't watch her for long. My cock was still aching to be inside her, even moreso now that I'd seen how sexy she was while in the heights of pleasure. I wanted to bring her to that point again. I yanked my shorts down and climbed on top of her, holding my body up with one hand, reaching down with the other to rub the dripping head of my cock up and down her slick opening. Her eyes opened and she said, "Oh!" just then realizing I was on top of her.

"Sorry," I muttered huskily. "Couldn't wait for you to recover. I need to fuck you Katie. Now." I didn't recognize my own voice. I was practically growling.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, wrapping her arms around me and smiling dreamily. With one smooth move I plunged halfway into her, finding her to be far tighter than I'd expected. "OH! Ohhhh god," she whimpered, thrusting back up against me. "You're biiiiig," she groaned.

Taking it as slowly as I could manage due to her tightness, I pulled out a bit and slid back in, able to get just a bit more inside. After two more of these slow thrusts I was fully buried in her. I stopped for a moment to kiss her and let her get accustomed to me. I wasn't really big (at least I don't think so), it had just been a long time since she'd been penetrated. I reached down between us and found her clit with my fingers, it was still hard and protruded and she immediately tensed up as I rubbed it. As she came I could feel her tight walls spasming against me. It was almost too much, and afraid I was about to cum, I pulled my hand away and gave her a real thrust, gentle but deep. Again I hadn't given her time to recover and so she was still contracting as I thrust a second time. Her moan extended out with the new sensation and I continued thrusting, finding a steady rhythm. "Oh Katie," I gasped. "You feel so good."

"Mmmm," she murmured in response. "Then fuck me, Ray. Fuck me good. Fuck me however you want. Use me." Her pleas sounded very sexy in her accent, her voice choked with pleasure. I sped up my thrusts and before long I was fucking her hard, making her cum again. It had been so long... I'd actually forgotten how amazing it felt to be inside a woman. I was shocked that I was lasting so long—I had been worried when I finally fucked someone again it would be over in a couple minutes, too quickly to savor it, but somehow my stamina was better than I'd feared.

Abruptly I stopped and pulled out. She gasped, suddenly empty, and looked up at me. "You didn't- " she started.

"Oh no, not yet," I told her with a smile. "I'm not done with you yet. Flip over," I demanded.

Her eyes lit up at the command and she scrambled to a sitting position, then rolled so she was on her hands and knees, her round, firm bottom facing me. She spread her legs and her lips parted, inviting me back inside. I quickly returned to her depths, plunging back into her, able to get even deeper from this position. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her, fucking her steadily and faster than before, sensing she could take it now. She bucked like a bull when she came again, but I stayed on, fucking her even harder through her contractions.

I was feeling my unexpected stamina starting to give out but continued on. It only took another couple minutes before I could feel my orgasm rising up and with one last thrust I pulled out, grabbed my cock and sprayed my seed on her. The first shot was more forceful than I expected and made it to her shoulder, some of it hitting her hair. The rest of it sprayed along her lower back and ass, more cum than I could believe.

With a long, contented sigh, she lay on her stomach, spreading her arms out to either side of her, stretching. Her legs were spread just enough so that I could see her slick pussy, swollen with arousal. I sat back and watched my thick cum as it dripped down her side and into her ass crack. She didn't seem to notice it in her post-sex haze. Or maybe she liked how it felt.

I reached out and rubbed my palm over her ass cheek, spreading my semen over it, enjoying the fleshy, firm feel of her bottom. She murmured happily at the motion of my hand. "Hey Katie?" I said.

"Mmm?" was her only response.

"Katie, you're all messy. And I don't know about you, but I could sure use a shower."

She perked up at the suggestion, carefully getting up off the bed. "Wow Ray, you shot it all over me, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, a little embarrassed. I hadn't expected to go off like a fire hose. "Sorry about that. Some got in your hair."

"Oh that's fine, it'll all wash off. You can help if you want." She gave me a mischievous smirk and grabbed my hand, leading me into the bathroom. As though I would've said no? Yeah, right. We took a long, hot shower, washing each other thoroughly, taking it as what it was—the perfect excuse to explore each other's bodies with our hands.

Fifteen minutes later, wrapped in fuzzy white hotel robes, we were stepping out onto the balcony with a fresh glass of wine each. We sat down on the stuffed chairs that had been set out there. It was a beautiful night with a cool breeze to break up the heat of the summer night. We sipped our wine in companionable silence for a couple minutes before she blurted out with her sweet southern accent, "You came soooo much! Do you always cum that much?"

"No," I told her, smiling. "You must bring it out in me."

"It felt so hot on my back," she said, voice low and thoughtful. "So... dirty." Her voice dropped even lower as she continued. "It made me feel dirty. No, more than that. Loose, I guess. Like a... I don't know, a tramp or something. Having sex with a guy I don't even know. I've never done something like this before."

"I haven't either," I admitted. She looked surprised at this. I continued with, "But I was so attracted to you that I had to. Couldn't resist. Of course, I wouldn't have done anything without the invitation."

Looking down at her glass, she nodded. "I couldn't resist either. Y'know, it took me all weekend to work up the nerve to slip you my keycard. I was so afraid you wouldn't come to me."

We fell into silence again, lost in our own thoughts. We were way up, the fifteenth floor, three above my own room. Being in the city, very few stars were visible, but we could see a few. The moon was huge and full, glowing down on us.

"I'm glad you worked up the nerve. You were incredible," I told her, hoping to break through the shame she'd expressed.

She smiled at me, looking dazzling in the moonlight. "Why, thank you. You were too. I can honestly say I've never been taken care of like that before. You're so strong and confident." She looked along my body to where my robe fell open, showing my broad chest and the wisps of hair that grew there. "Such a man," she said, her voice taking on that thoughtful quality again. "I needed a man. My last boyfriend wasn't like that. He didn't take charge enough for my tastes."

The wistful sound of her voice gave me the first inklings of an idea as she continued talking. "A girl likes to know she's wanted, that she's needed. That wasn't why we broke up, of course. He didn't like how much I worked, didn't understand why my career was so important to me. I mean, IS important to me. Sure, I was just a sales rep then, but I have ambition. I'm going places. Still, I wonder about my choices because I'm so lonely. Lonely all the time. My cats and Netflix and a glass of wine before bed if I didn't work too late. No time for dating and no one interesting anyway. Getting myself off late at night so I can... " She trailed off and by the dim light of the moon I could tell she was blushing again. She'd said more than she meant to.

"No, keep going Katie," I prompted, making my voice sound commanding. She'd reacted to that so well earlier, when I'd gotten her on all fours. "So you can what?"

Still blushing and looking down, she muttered, "So I can fall asleep. Sometimes I can't sleep if I haven't cum. I get so horny. Sometimes I even wake up in the middle of the night and have to do it again to fall back to sleep." Her voice was soft as she confided this to me, and she looked ashamed. But there was something else there, in her face, her voice. She was enjoying being told what to do. I wanted to keep this going, see where it led.

"Tell me more. What is it that you do to yourself, Katie?"

"I... I dunno," she said, almost too quiet to hear.

I thought about bailing out, but something made me press her further. I made my voice gentler, but still strong and insistent. "I can't hear you, Katie. I want to know what you do when you're too horny to sleep. I want to hear all the dirty things you do to yourself."

She bit her lip and finished her wine, setting the glass on the table. She took a deep breath and then the words started to flow out of her quickly. "First I take off all my clothes. Fast, because I can't wait. But then I make myself slow down. I lay down on top of the covers, let the cold air hit me." Her eyes flicked up to me and then back down, as though looking for approval. "Then I start touching myself, real slow. Teasing myself. I start with my... my breasts."

I cleared my throat. "Now that doesn't sound very dirty. If you're being naughty, you should use naughtier words, shouldn't you?"

I saw her nervous, shameful look fall away for a second as she smiled down at her clasped hands. It was a clear indication I'd gauged her right. She stammered as she corrected herself. "I st—start with my t—tits." Again, that quick, darting glance. Seeing my smile and nod, she forged ahead, still looking at her hands, her voice more sure. "I play with my tits. I really like doing that. They get real sensitive. I pinch my nipples, lick my fingers and make them wet. I squeeze my legs together and can feel myself getting wet down there." Again the darting look, and clear satisfaction in her voice as she added, "My pussy gets alllll wet."

Between what she was saying and her sweet voice, I was rapidly getting hard. This was a scenario I had never imagined in my life... nearly naked out in the open with a beautiful woman who was describing how she masturbates, with me in control and her loving that. This was a new side to myself that I was yearning to explore. "Show me," I demanded, improvising now. This wasn't part of the original plan, but I was adapting, now that I'd seen how well she was taking to it.

She gave me a startled look, but it quickly became timid again. Keeping her eyes on me, she reached up with shaking hands and spread her robe open enough to show just a bit of her breasts inside. Her hand slipped into the gap and she fondled one globe, rubbing her hand over it indulgently. The whole time she watched my face, wanting to make sure I was enjoying her show.

To encourage her to continue, I undid my cloth belt and spread open my robe, revealing my throbbing erection to her. "See what you did to me?" I told her reproachfully. Her eyes widened as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and started slowly stroking it. "Oh now, don't let me distract you," I teased. "I want to hear the rest."

Biting her lip again, she slowly pulled the belt of her own robe and opened it further, allowing me full view of her lovely tits. She grabbed one in each hand, hefting them, feeling their fullness and pinching her own nipples. "Playing with my tits turns me on real fast. When I'm really flowing down there I start touching lower." She demonstrated for me, moving her hands to her side, down over her hips to her legs, which she then spread, making the robe fall open more. She trailed her fingers along her thighs, close to—but not touching—her pussy.

"I wait as long as I can, teasing myself, making my pussy ache to be touched," she continued, sounding out of breath. Her pretty dark eyes were riveted to my hand as it moved steadily up and down my cock. "Until I just... can't... wait any longer," she breathed, letting the fingers of her right hand creep to her waiting pussy as her left hand went back to her tits so she could massage them again. She cupped her pussy with her hand, pressing down with her palm before sliding her fingers up to dance around her clit with practiced dexterity. Her index finger dipped between her lower lips and came out glistening with her wetness, which she spread over her engorged clit. It was so hard I could see it clearly in the dim light from where I was sitting, poking out from the tangled cover of her pubic hair.

Her show was driving me out of my mind with lust. I sped up my strokes and she did the same until her talented fingers were almost a blur, moving insistently now, all teasing thrown aside in her pure need. Her breathless narrative had fallen into hushed moans and suddenly she stiffened, her legs clamping around her now motionless right hand. She stuffed her left palm into her mouth as she came, biting down on the fleshy part of her hand to muffle the sounds she was making. Even stifled, her noises of pleasure were still loud in the silent, empty night.

I stood and shrugged off my robe. I took a step forward and stood over her, naked, with my erection jutting out and twitching near her face. She looked up at me, eyes wide, her right hand still resting over her pussy. "Stand up," I told her, offering my hand. She did as I asked and I guided her away from the chairs, to the railing—not the outside railing, the inner one that separated this balcony from the next one. Without warning, I pushed her up against the railing—not hard but still forcefully—and kissed her.

There was no sweetness in this kiss, just naked lust. Moaning into my mouth, she kissed back, running her hands over my chest. Her right hand was still wet from her fluids and her scent wafted up to me, musky and strong. I felt another throb in my eager cock. My erection was poking her in the stomach—we were almost the same height, with her maybe two inches shy of my six foot one. As we kissed, I pulled her robe off her shoulders, exposing her tits to the cool night air before covering them with my hands. The breeze and her arousal had made her nipples very hard. I took her stiff buds between my fingers and she gasped. My right hand travelled down and I cupped her pussy. It was so wet and hot, I couldn't resist slipping a finger inside, delighting when she bucked her hips forward to pull me in deeper.

"Ohh," I said, teasing again. "You've made yourself so wet, you naughty girl. Are you this wet for me? Because you want my hard prick back inside you?"

She bit her lip and nodded, still wearing the shy expression, even though her eyes were filled with fire.