I lay on the concrete writhing in pleasure from my fifth orgasm. The sound of the water crashing against the rocks matched every flicker of his tongue. I didn't know where we were headed next, what we would do next, all I knew is it wasn't yet over.
It all started with a simple reservation. I checked dates and availability weeks in advance. I knew he would find time for me. I checked in one Friday evening with nothing but the clothes on my back and a clean pair of panties in my purse. Check in was simple: drop my purse down the the guest bed and strip.
We started more traditionally. Soft kisses on my neck, firm hands groping my ass. Bites under breasts and on hipbones. Hands wondering through pants and boxers. Consistent twisting strokes. Condom. Missionary. Legs over shoulders. Echoing moans. Deep, erotic whispers. Orgasm one.
He slid onto the floor, still hard. I just checked in. I'm not even trying to be worn out yet. I slid on the floor beside him, removing the slimy condom. I replaced it with my mouth. The lockjaw snuck up on me, and so did the post coital fatigue, but I fought on. I swirled my tongue and sucked until endless possibilities coated my tongue and found their way down my throat. I put on the "company issued" t-shirt and headed to the sofa for a nap.
I woke up to something on tv and two eyes staring at me from in between my legs. He grabbed my feet and pushed them towards me. I looked like I was about to give birth. He took his time practicing his most intimate speeches on me. The convulsions took over my legs and I was losing my control. He didn't like that, he was suppose to have complete control, total domination. Orgasm two was caught on the sofa, but the third was welcomed into the world with screams as I clung to the ceiling above the kitchen counter. I sat on the counter for a few minutes trying to regain the feeling in my legs. He came up, slapped my thigh, and told me it was time to move on to the next event.
We headed outside into the midnight air. Tiptoed down the stairs. Hopped the pool fence. Stripped. He jumped in. I just stood at the edge of the pool, naked and weak legged. I can't swim and I'm not even about to die bobbing for penis. I sit on the edge of the shallow end and slipped in. I wade gracefully until I'm about breast deep. The coolness of the air and the wetness of nipples cause them to tingle. He notices the change in my nipples, grabs me by the waist and shows them love. They respond graciously to his touch, sending a throbbing sensation up my spine. We float to a wall of the pool. I push my back up against it graciously. With my arms around his neck, I began nibbling gently on his shoulder as a response to my pleasure, and to not awaken the neighbors. My legs float up in the water and find their way around his waist. He takes this as an opportunity to invade my sacred space. My bits become harder as his thrust become deeper. I begin to claw as I bite, he tightens the vice grip he has on my ass. Spreading it open so he can invade me even more deeply. Orgasm four.
Wet, in every sense of the word, and delusional, we wonder our way to the lake. I don't remember if we had to jump a fence, I think so. I refuse to get any closer to that body of water than I already had so I sat on the concrete sidewalk. He sat beside me. I decided I wanted to see what I tasted like mixed with chlorine. I began licking my juices off of him, slowly taking more and more of him into my mouth. Somehow this becomes a challenge. He pushes my head off his dick and lays me on the concrete. He straddles my face and bends over, greeting the inside of my thighs. He pulls my legs over onto his shoulders and devours me like a death row inmates last meal. I try my hardest to keep up with him, neglecting his children as they trickle down my chin. I lay on the concrete writhing in pleasure from my fifth orgasm. The sound of the water crashing against the rocks matched every flicker of his tongue. I didn't know where we were headed next, what we would do next, all I knew is it wasn't yet over. Or so I thought. I turned my face to the water and watched the sun rise and end my reservations. Hopefully check out was at noon because I needed a nap.
So if you're ever near The ****** please make sure to see if there are any openings in reservations. Remember their tag line. It's where [Insert your name here]'s kitty dreams come true.
No comments:
Post a Comment