We approach each other nervously because it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. Your eyes are the same blue with a silliness masking uncertainty. We’re different to each other and familiar at the same time. You feel my energy right away, nearly taken aback. It’s aggressive but relaxed. You make a conscious decision in a split second to let whatever happens happen. We hug and you lift me off the ground and let me be extra heavy on you for a few moments, and then we take a deep breath at the same time and our rib cages flutter. I’m sure you can feel my heart pounding under my breast. When you set me down you slide your hand down my arm, and lead me to your $50 motel room in “Someplace, Oregon.”
We laugh at the room, it takes the pressure off of having a hot and nasty night, because the room seems to bare evidence of many nasty nights left behind. We start stripping off all the bedding and moving the furniture to make room for whatever we were going to do to make that room a magical, seaside retreat. We create an open space. I dim the light by turning on the closet and bathroom light, then turning off the main overhead light. I turn on music and I start to dance. You strip down to your boxer briefs and sit in a chair directly in front of me, never taking your eyes off of me.
While I dance I let my hands lightly touch all the places I want you to kiss, and lick, and bite. My neck, my collarbone, the sides of my waist…I lift my shirt over my head, I have no bra. My breasts are small with gumdrop nipples and you lick your lips. I turn away from you and slide my panties down to the floor and step out of them. I slip my hands down to grab my thighs under my ass and pull up while raising to a tip toe. You give a soft, low moan as you feel aroused and shift in your chair. You reach out and grab my hips and pull me into you. I am quivering and breathing deeply. You lean your face down and place your lips lightly on the skin above my pubic bone and breathe me in, and breathe me out, your warm breath like a blanket of sex on my skin. I am shaking, my clit is pulsing and making all my cunt muscles contract. I grab one of your hands and lick your long, strong fingers and kiss the palms of them. I swirl my tongue around every index and suck and lick between them, and then I shove your hand down to my pussy, I want your fingers inside of me so bad.
You take one finger and give me long deep strokes from clit to deep inside me, making my pussy flex and become juicy. You slide another finger in. You steadily pump them in and out twisting like a screw. Your fingers are glistening. You taste them, it is sweet and clean, it makes your tongue twitch. You lean down and swipe your love muscle over my cunt, lapping from my wet hole to my swollen clit, over and over. You feel my pussy around your fingers grabbing at you as if to pull you in, and you feel mesmerized by the sounds of my moaning and breathing. You guide me down to the chair, leaning me back, and kneel in front of me, shoving your fingers hard inside me. The contractions inside of me are making your cock throb and you want to fuck me while I cum.
So, you lock your soft warm lips around my clit while your wet tongue strokes it and delights it with little tongue slaps. Your juicy, wet fingers are pulsing my g spot masterfully causing my moans to increase and become louder. Meanwhile, I am whispering “my pussy feels so good… slap my pussy…yeeeeess…mmmmm…..yyyyeeeess…don’t stop finger fucking me…harder….harder…I want to feel your knuckles when you fuck me…..” And I reach down and rub my clit hard while I start to cum and moan so loud; and you square up in front of me and run the tip of your dick all around my hole, and then insert it big and long and hard while my pussy convulses, wet and gooey and white all over your cock.