The Week Pt. 01

"Is everything OK? Did you see another friend in there or something?"

You stop and turn and kiss me hard. You push your tongue into my mouth. It's all a bit overwhelming and I'm flailing at first. Then my body begins to remember how to respond. I put my arms around you. I return your kiss. You begin to calm down and your tongue is not so urgent. We can spar in each other's mouths now. My brain can start focussing on other things now too, like moving my hands and feeling your back. I can feel your hands on my back and your breasts mashed up against me. I can feel my fully erect cock pressing into your waist and stomach. I know you can feel it too. The sensations are wonderful and with the drinks I've had I feel like I understand what the word 'swoon' means now. I haven't felt this way in so long.

I pull back a little bit and lick and nibble at your lips while I move my hands to your sides. I can feel your breasts against the heel of my palms. Your tongue keeps darting out to meet mine as I suck and bite your lips. Then I force myself to stop. I don't know how long we've been standing there kissing. It feels like an hour. I look around to see if a crowd has gathered around us. Nobody has even noticed us.

"Wow," I say, trying to catch my breath. "What's that for?"

You move your hands to my chest and look up at me. There is urgency in your eyes. "I want...I need you fuck me. Tonight. Now. "

I smile and I move my hands a little back so that more of my palms are on your tits now. "OK. But what if I'm a narc..."

You kiss me again. It's more passionate than frantic this time. I rotate my hands so that my fingers are now on top of your breasts, touching your skin. I feel you sigh. I move my thumbs down across the front of your tits rubbing against your nipples as they go. I feel you shudder and you moan into my mouth as you lick my tongue. My hands are now around your tits ready to squeeze, but I don't. I push up with my thumbs a little bit to feel their weight, and then slide my hands around to your lower back. My fingertips begin to explore the top of your skirt.

You pull away from me after a few quick licks and nibbles on my lips. You reach up and wipe the lipstick off of my face. "Just make me cum," you say staring into my eyes. Your eyes are pleading with me-to make you cum, and to not hurt you.

"OK. I'll do my best." I rub your arms to try to reassure you.

You take my hand and pull off my wedding band. You push it deep into your cleavage. "You can have this back when you make me cum." Then you take your ring off and slip it into my pocket. "You can give me that back when you're done with me."

You step away and put your fingers into the top of my pants and pull me by my belt to your nearby car. "Let's go." I smile broadly and laugh a little. Your aggression is making me hot. I know you want me and that feels wonderful.

We get into your car which is a new and very expensive looking Mercedes. "Where are we going?" I ask.

"To a hotel."

"That's smart," I say admiringly. "But um..."

"What?"

"I can't afford a hotel room." I am embarrassed. It's the first time that I have made any mention that I'm not from the same side of town as you.

"I know," you say smiling at me. "I don't care about that. I've got it." The way you say that puts me back at ease. At least, as much ease as I can be in with a raging hard-on and some performance anxiety.

As you start to drive away I look over at you. A wisp of your hair has fallen down and is blocking my view of your pretty eyes. I reach up to move it and you move your head away, looking at me with surprise, maybe a little alarm. I know you're still nervous about doing this.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to move your hair so I could see the beautiful green of your eyes. Can I touch you?"

You relax again and return your attention to the road. "Yes, please," you say, smiling.

"I'm nervous too," I reassure you. I use my finger to move the strand of hair back behind your ear. Then I trace my fingertip around the side of your ear down to your lobe. From there I slip gently down the side of your neck. You respond with a sigh and I see the top of your breasts quiver. When I get down to you shoulder I use my nail to trace along your collarbone to your throat and then back up to your chin. I use my fingertip again to softly stroke along your lips. The lipstick is gone now but your lips are still red. You must rarely use lipstick. I like that. I gently run my finger tip along, first the top lip, then the bottom. I imagine those lips wrapped around my cock and those green eyes staring up at me. I know I'm going to make that happen soon. You know it too. You sigh and quiver again. I fan out my fingers on your chin and then slowly, softly run then all down your throat, past your collar bone, onto your chest, and then down the length of your exposed breasts. You moan and I feel them quiver to my touch. I can see your nipples beginning to show themselves through your top. I gently brush my thumb across the one closest to me. You gasp and your breasts shake.

"OK. OK." You swallow and catch your breath. "That feels wonderful, but you better stop or we'll have an accident." You look down at the instrument panel. "Oh shit. I'm speeding." I feel the car slow down as you take your foot off the gas pedal. You start laughing. "Holy shit. I'm so fucking wet right now." You look at me and I see determination in your eyes. You're going to fuck the shit out of me, and I'm going the fuck the shit out of you.

We soon pull up to a fancy looking hotel. You get out quickly and give your key to a valet without saying anything. You take my hand as we walk up to the front desk. I feel your palm hot and sweaty against mine. Maybe it's my hand that's sweaty.

"I'd like a room for the night, please," you tell the man at the desk.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll just need a credit card."

"I'd like to pay in cash," you tell him. Another smart move. I'm impressed. I'm looking at your ass again and I can see a wet spot in your skirt. I still have a rock hard erection.

"Of course, but we'll need a credit card for incidentals and for any extras or damage to the room."

Without a pause you lay into him. "Bullshit! I know for a fact that my husband brings all of his little sluts here and it's never on his credit card, so you can sure as hell do that for me!"

He is taken aback. "Just a moment please, madam." He goes into the back.

When he's gone I ask you, "How do you know your husband comes here if it's not on his credit card?"

You turn to me with a wicked smile. "I don't. I just figured."

I laugh and say, "You're fucking awesome." I give you a quick peck on the lips, and pat your rear on the wet spot.

"Oh shit," you say looking back over your shoulder. You start laughing. "We're pretty fucking obvious, aren't we?" You discreetly pay the bulge in my pants.

The man comes back and says, "We can accomodate you madam, but there will be an extra...privacy fee."

"Of course," you say opening up your clutch. He tells the amount and you pull several hundred dollar bills out and hand them to him. "Keep the change."

You still have to sign a register and I see you write Lexi's name. I give you another pat on your wet spot to indicate my approval of your choice. You look at me and smile.

You practically snatch the key card from him and grab my hand, pulling me towards the elevator. When I catch up with you, I put my hand around your waist and stroke your side from your hip to the bottom of your breast, and back down. I slow down and pull you with me.

"Slow down," I whisper into your ear. "There's plenty of time." I flick your earlobe with my tongue.

It's not too late, but it is past prime time, so there's a surprising amount of activity in the lobby and elevator. Probably because there's a fancy restaurant and bar on the top floor, and some bars on the lower floors. Nevertheless, when we get on the elevator alone, I push you to a back corner and stand next to you so our bodies hide my hand and arm closest to you. I can finally do what I've been wanting to do all night. I put my hand firmly on your ass so I can feel it's fullness. I rub it all over through the material of your skirt before cupping the bottom of the closest cheek. I grab it pulling it away from the other and opening your pussy lips a little. You gasp in response and I feel you shudder against me. "It's perfect," I whisper into your ear. This time I suck your earlobe into my mouth.

The elevator door opens with a ding and an older couple get on. I feel you tense up. You try to move away from me, but you're already in the corner. There's nowhere for you to go. I let go of your ass and move my hand to the top of your skirt. I feel you relax again, but then I use my fingertips to slowly pull the back of your skirt up and inch or so at a time. I feel the wet spot again as I go. I want to move my hand up to my face so I can smell you, but I don't want to let go of your skirt. You tense up again and look at me imploringly. I smile and continue to pull up your dress while the couple ignores us, talking. The elevator stops again and another couple get on. We're already all the way back so we don't have to make room, but I can feel you tense up more against me.

"Good evening," I say to them as I keep pulling up your skirt. You give them a strained smile as well. When your skirt is all the way up I move my hand down to touch your naked ass cheek. I begin searching for your panties. I finally find them wedged into your crack where I had imagined them earlier. I put a finger on your panties at the waist band and begin following the thin, lacy material down until it disappears. I hook my finger under the fabric and start pulling it out from between your cheeks as I keep sliding my finger down. I know I'm tugging your panties against your pussy, and it's making you even more tense as you struggle not to respond to what I'm doing. I stop when the elevator door opens and one of the couples get off. You put an elbow into my ribs telling me to stop what I'm doing, but I just look at you and smile. When the door closes, I continue. I straighten my finger out and down so it's between your ass cheeks under you your panties. I can feel them getting wetter as my finger moves further down.

The elevator stops and the doors open again. The other couple moves towards the door. They aren't looking at us so I twist my hand around wrapping the exposed, damp fabric around my finger. As the doors close I pull up mashing your panties into your clit and pulling the fabric in between your pussy lips. You let out a squeal. I'm sure the other couple heard you from the hallway.

You punch me in the chest, but not hard. "Stop it," you tell me. But you're smiling and laughing. I kiss you and I pull up again. You gasp as my lips touch yours and moan as my tongue enters your mouth. The elevator stops again and we stop kissing, but I've still got a hold of your panties. The door is open, but nobody is getting on.

I realize, "Oh, this is us," and we laugh.

You reach around to pull your skirt down and get my hand out of your ass. You pull me out of the elevator and down the hall. You're almost running. We get to the door and I have the key so I move forward to open it. As soon as I have turned the handle releasing the latch, you push me inside the room and up against the wall of the narrow entryway to the room. You start kissing me hard again. You move a leg between mine and the wall and start rubbing your pussy against my leg through our clothes. I can already feel my pants getting wet where you're rubbing against me. Your hands are all over me. Again, you're frantic.

Like before, it takes me a second to come to my senses. I put my hands on your hips and pull you against me, making you slow down your gyrations. You take the cue and your tongue and hands slow down as well. I put my hands on you and explore your body, but I'm careful not to touch any sensitive spots.

After a minute of licking, sucking, and biting each other's mouths in the hotel room entryway, you pull you face away, but your pussy is still moving rhythmically against my leg. You sigh deeply with your eyes closed, before opening them again and ripping my shirt open. It's alright, because it has snaps instead of buttons, but I'm not sure you were aware of that. You pull my shirt off behind me and then reach under my t-shirt. You run your hands up my stomach to my chest, pushing my shirt up and then tearing it over my head. My glasses go flying. You stop what you're doing and get them for me. You hand them to me laughing.

"I'm sorry," you laugh. "I'm getting carried away with myself." You take a deep breath putting your hand on your chest. "Whoooh," you breathe out. "I feel like an animal in heat. And I like it," you say giving me a wicked smile that let's me know I'm in for a treat. You put your hands on my chest and finally notice the nipple ring and tattoos I got in college.

"Oooh," you coo. You start licking my nipple with the ring in it, pulling at it with your tongue and teeth, and nibbling on the nipple. Then you move to the other nipple. You're sending electricity shooting through my body and shivers up my spine. I tell you how wonderful that feels. You double your effort, using your hand to stimulate the nipple that's not in your mouth.

You start undoing my pants, but I want you to slow down so I reach over and start pulling up your top in the back. You straighten up and put your hands over your head. I pull up your top and your breasts go with it at first. They fall free with a slap against your abdomen. My wedding band falls on the ground somewhere. I don't care about it. You're embarrassed by the sound your breasts make and grab them to keep them from slapping again. But when your fingers touch your own nipples you let out a deep sigh and I see your body quiver. You moan as you play with your nipples.

"Let me do that," I say. I grab your shoulders and swing us both around pressing you up against the wall now. You gasp again. I take your wrists and move your arms behind your back holding them there. My face is right in front of your tits now.

I've never been a tits guy. I've always been more partial to a nice ass and a pair of nice legs. But yours are amazing. I'd guess somewhere in the range of 36C, or bigger. I don't really know these things. The best thing is their shape, perfect teardrops. Maybe they sag now more than they used to, but I don't know, and I certainly don't care. They're still the biggest, most beautiful beasts I've ever played with. I move in close to you so I can whisper in your ear again. I move my body so my chest brushes lightly against your hard nipples as I move upwards.

"They're perfect."

You respond with a moan. You try to move your hands but I hold them firm behind you. You try to move closer to me to rub your nipples against my chest again, but I move away. You groan in frustration. From your ear I kiss and lick my way down your neck to your throat, then down your chest to your breasts. I make sure to kiss and lick every inch of their perfection while I hold the hands you're struggling to get free. I lick between your breasts, and then work down to the underside of them. Finally, there are only the nipples left. I blow on them, and you let out a long moan. You are really struggling to free your hands now, but you're not asking me to let go. I lick one hard nipple, then the other. You are breathing hard and your chest is heaving.

"Please," you beg me.

I lick one, then the other. I move back and forth between them, alternating between licking hard and lightly flicking.

"Please," you beg me again.

I suck one nipple into my mouth and let go of your wrists so I can grab your other tit with my hand. I'm nibbling lightly on the nipple in my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. I start pinching the other. I hear your heavy breathing stop. Your hands are free now but they stay at your side, balled up into fists. Your body starts to shake. I move my mouth to suck in your other nipple, and pinch the first, which is wet with my spit. Your body continues to shake and I work each nipple with my mouth and hands. Your musky scent fills the small area we're in. I hear you take in a deep breath.

"Oh my god! Oh my god." You close your eyes and take a couple more deep breaths. I continue to play with your tits with my hands while your body comes back down to earth. I watch your face as you recover from your orgasm. When you open your eyes, you see me looking at you and you start laughing.

"Jesus fucking Christ." You wipe some sweat from your forehead and put your hand on my shoulder. "Where did that come from? You haven't even touched my pussy yet."

"I guess your body needed that. So we're done here then, right? Should I go or do you want to...?"

"Shut the fuck up." You push me hard and pin me against the other wall of the entryway with your body. You give me that wicked smile again. "I'm not done with you yet." You keep looking at me while you fumble to get my belt loose and pants off. We're staring into each other's eyes when you yank my pants down. You see that my underwear is all wet.

"Did you cum already?"

"No, that's just pre-cum." I've had at least a dozen erections since I met you. I see that smile again and you kiss me. Our tongues lick each other for a while before you pull away. You move to pull my underwear down and I grab your hands.

"Wait," I say breathlessly. "It's been a while. I'm likely to blow as soon as you touch me." Since about my mid-30s I've been doing kegel exercises to help me gain control over my ejaculations. I would clench and unclench the muscle slowly while I was walking or driving and had nothing else to do. It made me feel a little naughty to do that in a public place around other people. None of them knew what I was doing. Over the years it had become a habit that I kept up even though I hadn't had much use for it. It did make for some fun masturbation games where my hand would battle my dick to see which could win out. I even managed to have a few orgasms without cuming. I was glad I'd kept up the habit now, but I wasn't sure how much control I would have once my dick was actually in a mouth or pussy again. Plus, you are so hot that I don't know if I can control myself at all around you.

You move your face back up to mine and coo to me, "That's OK baby. I just means more fun for me getting you hard again." My heart flutters when I hear you call me baby. Nobody's ever called me that before, and I know without asking that, if you ever called your husband that, it's been at least twenty years since you have. You kiss me again and I feel your wonderful tits mashing up against my skin. Our height difference and their size means they're almost rubbing the swollen tip of my cock while we kiss in the narrow hotel room entryway. I reach down and undo the fastenings on you skirt, letting it fall to the floor. You move back and pull my underwear out and down so they don't rub against my sensitive, quivering cock as you pull them off of me.

"Oooh," you purr, taking the base of my cock in your hand. "It's nice. Bigger than I'm used to. This is going to be fun, baby." Your orgasm has made you playful and frisky. You're exploding out of the shell I found you in. I'm excited that I get to be here to see it. I agree with you, it's going to be a lot of fun.

You stroke your hand up my cock. It's as hard as steel and has been for some time now. The underside is slick with pre-cum that's dribbled all the way down to my balls. But the top of my dick could use some. You tease my sensitive tip with your thumb. I moan as more pre-cum leaks out. You take it in your hand and use that to coat the top side of my hard, rigid pole. You look up at me with that smile again and chuckle knowingly. You're really getting into this. Watching you abandon your inhibitions and become this enthusiastic, wanton participant in my wildest fantasy is turning me on more than your hand on my dick.