0 comments/ 3878 views/ 0 favorites Intimate Stopover Ch. 01 By: aubmat05 This was inspired by a wonderful female friend of mine, she knows who she is... Low lights illuminate the cabin. My face lit by the array of dim lights before me on the control panel, I allow my thoughts to turn to you at last. I whole month it has been, a whole month of missing and waiting for you. I have climaxed only once in that time, and I am more than ready for you. My heart gave a leap as soon as I saw that you would be joining me on this trip. Since then, only anticipation. Only once have you poked your head around the door, as much to reassure yourself that I am indeed here with you, as much as to make the standard cabin report that all is well. You were careful not to meet my eye, for fear of a sly smile tracing across your lips. God I've missed you. Apart from anything else, you are damn good at your job. Maybe professionally not the most outstanding stewardess I have worked with, but certainly the most rounded, the most personable. I don't think I have ever seen you genuinely fazed by anything. You have a wonderful coolness, a wonderful strength. I know. You're also very good with the passengers, and very good at leading and motivating the other girls in your team. Rumour has it that at least one of them has a crush on you. But this is you, isn't it, so cool, so discrete, always well away from real trouble, this is why so many colleagues, myself included, admire you so much. Discretion indeed, if only they knew of just a few of the things that have passed between us, and those that are still to come. If you sense that a child needs a blanket or a warm drink, you will deal with it, if you sense that I'm desperate for you, you will deal with it, all with the same sympathetic smile. A genuine bond of trust and affection holds us together, all too rare in our profession. My mind wanders to your elegant cabin shoes, no stilettos, sadly, too impractical and one has to think of safety concerns of course. The smooth, firm curve of your calves, your smart dark blue skirt ending just below the knee. I know that you stockings will be genuine, and of high quality, the seam holding the curve of your leg, just as it should. I love the way your perfectly-fitting skirt holds the delicious curve of your ass, a lovely firm tight ass. I have noted how you bend over in front of the passengers rather more than you should, and I really should advise you against it. However, as long as I do not miss out on the same delectable sight in the privacy of our hotel room, I will not complain. It is always a pleasure for me when, in summer in particular, your jacket comes off and I get to see your lovely firm womanly cleavage. I notice that you choose deliberately tight blouses that show off your wonderful large breasts, a button lower would be to go too far. I have also noted how you persist in wearing darker bras beneath your white blouse, a blouse that is only just thick enough to conceal the wonderful dark contours of your bra underneath. I love to see your breasts swing before me, heavy and firm...discrete yet classy jewellery also, small golden earrings, maybe a slim necklace, your lipstick just the right tone of dark red. Your rich dark auburn hair is so full of sweet, delicate colour, I like it any way, but neatly clipped up as it is tonight is as pleasing as anything. I speculate on which panties you will be wearing tonight. You have assured me that you have occasionally gone pantieless, though I find this hard to believe, your assertion that you sometimes wear ordinary cotton panties equally difficult to believe. A woman like you wants, needs and deserves the feel of quality lingerie against her slit whenever she can. God I've missed you. Time to redirect my attentions towards our final approach. A few hours later, and I await you within our hotel suite. On other occasions I may have done a little socialising, or more likely, taken an early night. When you are with me, however, there can be no other intention. The hotel is quiet, comfortable and discreet, its modest facade belying the comfort and high level of service to be found within. We are well away from irritating colleagues, staying elsewhere, or other distractions. Whilst for the sake of form you booked another room in the same hotel, there is no question that you will shortly been joining me, or that we will spend the night in each other's arms. I have removed my jacket and tie, and also my stiff shoes and socks, allowing my toes to play sensuously against the thick pile of the carpet. The room is warm and well-appointed, with a large, firm double bed. Next door the comfortable dim light from the bathroom penetrates our room of love. This is one of the best bathrooms in the hotel, with shower, bath, and large Jacuzzi. We have made use of all this room has to offer several times before. I cross to the mini-bar and fix the chilled martinis we both have a weakness for. As I add the sliced lemon, I hear your tap at the door. I cross to open the door, and you are there, a warm generous smile across your face. The door clicks behind you, and you cross to the bedside table where you leave your handbag and a small nightbag. I help you off with your outer coat and uniform jacket, and hang them up in the closet. At last, we turn to face each other. Immediately we are in each other's arms, your delicious warm hair pressed firmly against my shoulder, taking a moment to regain a physical sense of the other, the warmth of skin, the subtle perfume that you are wearing. You raise your head towards me and we kiss passionately for some moments. Your warm, soft lips feel so good, I note the odour and taste of the darker, bolder, sluttier lipstick freshly applied since you came off duty. I kiss my way across your cheek to your ear and nibble lightly, 'It's been too long, hasn't it, my sweet?' I murmur into your ear. By way of response you nod your head slightly and then start to firmly rub and caress my buttocks through my trousers. Head spinning with desire and need, you pull me towards you, your back against the wall. Unable to restrain myself, my left hand works firmly up your stockinged thigh, so firm, so warm, to trace around the top of your stocking and the dark blue silk tape holding it in place, roughly pulling up your skirt as I do so, while my right hand holds the back of your neck lightly, pulling you towards me as we kiss further. You reach up, skilled hands urgently working at the buttons of my uniform shirt, easing it open and then casting it aside, before tracing light, soft fingertips through and across the hair of my chest. We kiss passionately again before you again break off, a gap of pleasure escaping your lips. Eyes glazed with passion, you murmur 'I want to feel your cock inside me tonight, but make it last, OK? I need your cock to last for me...' With that, you lower your hands to my belt, and with urgent application loosen and pull it open. Your right hand lowers my flies and immediately slips inside, while your left continues to knead and explore the muscle of my ass cheeks. Your questing hand is greeted by a silk - clad strong erection, already a little damp where the fabric struggles to maintain my hardened length in place. As you start to rhythmically rub my cock up and down, I trace my tongue down to your neck, drinking in the delicious scent of your flesh. Light-headed with lust and desire, I reach up to loosen the silk uniform tie around your neck, open it and pull it aside before opening the upper button on your white blouse. I trace my lips further from the base of your neck across to your shoulder, breathing in the wonderful delicate perfume you have applied. I sense the mixture of scents from everyday work and airport contact upon you, second-hand tobacco most prominently, but it only turns me on all the more. In response, I feel your warm experienced hand ease its way inside my boxers and start to work my hardened length. With your other hand, you firmly lower my silk shorts and kick them away, together with my trousers. 'Sit down,' you murmur softly. I cross to the black leather sofa positioned between the bed and the TV set. I sit down, taking on a relaxed posture, quite comfortable at sharing my own nakedness and state of arousal with you. You come with me to the sofa, and place your right leg on the sofa arm. You have taken the time to change into a pair of your shiny black stilettos, a new pair I have never seen before. Only inches away from me, you slowly ease up your skirt to the top of your thigh. Your stockings are as usual wonderful, expensive and well chosen, they hug the pale white flesh of your thigh perfectly. You take my hand in your own, and guide it your pale thigh, allowing me to explore it for myself with warm sensuous fingertips. I take my time, measuring your desire, your need. You close your eyes momentarily as you anticipate what is to come, and as you open them again your gaze is filled with tenderness and gentle humour as well as lust. You step back from me a little way, still quite close so that I can fully enjoy the sight of you as you continue your teasing. 'Open your legs a little for me,' you murmur. 'That's it, you know how I like to see how full and firm your balls have become for me. And raise your arms, show me your torso, how well you've been working out.' I do as you say. 'Well now, guess what I have for you here. I took my time over choosing this one.' Holding me with your eyes, you slowly raise your skirt until it is bunched high around your waist. You look incredible, a pair of fine dark-blue silk panties follow the contour of your pubic mound to perfection, the lace of your suspender belt is equally elegant and well-chosen. You pose a little, rubbing your thighs together, varying the angle at which you stand, allowing me to see how well the stockings and suspenders hold the side of your legs. You reach behind you with deliberate intent to unzip your skirt, and then let it fall to the floor. With a light giggle, you reach up both hands to the back of your head, offering me that submissive, inviting pose I love, before deliberately lowering them again to the front of your thick white blouse. From the top, you pull at and release each button, the dark red of your nail varnish catching the light as you do so. I cannot fail to notice that your hands tremble ever so slightly with excitement. You slip off your shirt and let it fall noiselessly to the floor. Having completed this part of your striptease, you move to the leather armchair opposite me. My cock is still quite firm as I watch, transfixed by this glorious spectacle. You sit down, legs crossed, as you lean forward. Looking down, you readjust your stiletto slightly, ensuring a slightly better fit, before then slowly tracing your palm upwards over your ankle and calf, manipulating and massaging the flesh a little as you do so. Your hand again moves to readjust the fit of your stocking around your thigh, we are both utterly absorbed in the sensuality of the moment. Presently, you raise your right leg and place it deliberately over the arm of the armchair, your stiletto clad foot dangles oh so invitingly before me. You gaze at me dreamily a moment, then trace your index finger across your lower lip, before taking it into your mouth with a long, unhurried sucking motion. I sit opposite you, breathing slightly heavily, lost in your beauty, hardened shaft quite exposed for your pleasure, wondering just where you might take us next. The fingers of your right hand play lightly across your smooth pale belly and abdomen, caressing and teasing. 'I'm surprised you've been able to hold back from playing with me for so long,' you murmur. 'You must be developing a new-found self control. Or maybe you've been practising? You know I love watching you play with your cock, watching you get more desperate, making you remove your self – control, layer after layer. Of course I'd really love to have you come inside me, but well, just watching is a lot of fun too.' With that, you lean forward a little, and use your arms to press your breasts together, a wonderful, perfect view of your fine, deep cleavage. Your large, ample breasts, heavy and firm, are exquisitely beautiful as they press down and strain against the dark satin. I take in the particular refinement of your bra, a really nice piece, the lighter blue of the upper lacework so fitting against the darker blue of the 40DD cup. 'I was asking myself how easy it easy it is to arouse yourself through a cup like that,' I comment. You give me a coy smile, purse your lips together, and say quietly 'Oh it's easy, really very easy.' With that, you lean back, and, still holding me with your eyes, start to trace slow, unhurried circles around each of your large pink nipples. The aroused buds become rapidly discernible through the silk as you toy with them. Unable to wait longer, the finger and thumb of my right hand encircle my shaft as I very slowly begin to work myself into a state of further arousal. This is a greeted with a broad smile of approval, 'That's it honey sweet, nice and slow for now. I want you to save yourself for me if you possibly can, but if it is too much,...then I'll just have to crawl over and clean it up for you.' Your long delicate tongue snakes from your mouth and plays across the tip of your finger by way of emphasis. You continue to tease the lace across the top of each of your bra cups, and then slowly and carefully pull down each one, so that each silk pocket is left covering no more than the underside of each breast. You return to the lazy, unhurried circular movements around each nipple, each one now quite protruding, hard and erect. A deep sigh of desire passes between your lips. I continue to steadily wank myself for you, my forehead and torso beginning to glaze with sweat as I pump my hard, aching shaft. 'Mmmh. Now I have a question for you,' you murmur softly. 'I want to know what you really think of my new lingerie. I spent a lot of time choosing it. But was it really worth all the effort? I think you need to have a much closer look in order to give me the honest opinion I need. Get over here. On your hands and knees.' The soft pile of the carpet caresses my hands, knees and feet, almost weak with anticipation and desire, gratitude also at the amazing show you are putting on for me. A dirty grin spreads across your lips as I approach 'That's it darling, nice and close, I need a really unhurried expert opinion here. You had better not be wrong on any point either. Oh, to be really concentrated on your ...viewing...I need to keep working that lovely hard cock for me, don't stop for a moment.' With that you lean back and spread you leg further, offering me a perfect view of your pantied gusset. You reach down and make some minor adjustments so that the silk is pressed tight against your pussy. The outer lace border struggles to cover every part of your intimacy, your fleshy outer lips are only just concealed. The slit of your vaginal opening is clearly distinguishable through the silk, I can tell that your inner lips beneath are already distended, aroused, opened like a budding flower. The smallest damp stain is already visible on your panties where the silk meets the top of your vaginal entrance, becoming more prominent as it slowly starts to spread... 'Well, what do you think,' you purr softly. 'Do these meet with your approval?' You bite your lower lip slightly, revealing your own inner tension and arousal. Long sensuous polished fingernails graze across your belly, your navel, up towards your breasts in order to lightly caress your hard, budded nipples before descending again to your sex, reaching across to your lovely broad firm thighs before again moving inexorably back to the centre of your sexual being. You reach up for a moment, unclip and then unhurriedly ease off your bra, laying it casually on the back of the leather armchair behind you. You lean back again, legs fully spread, enjoying my intense desire and your hold over me. You raise your hands to the back of your head and gaze at me, wanting to see more, wanting to see me rub my cock still harder, my eyes sometimes closed despite myself, lost in the eroticism of the moment. The head of my cock is quite firm, an angry dark violet, the veins pulsing their arousal down the whole outer length. A little pre-cum seeps from the tip, and I massage the trace of shiny liquid into the rest of the glans. 'So then, I'm still waiting for your comments. Do you like my pussy in these? Do they show her off to best advantage, are you able to see my lips well enough through them? Or just a little too classy, too refined perhaps, not quite enough of the ...dirty whore...I know you want me to be for you?' With that, you reach down and carefully move each side of the panties closer inwards towards your slit, exposing the smooth, clean flesh of your outer labia, and then drawing them in still further, more tightly between your lips, so that a tin strip of dark blue silk, running all the way from your mound, down between the cleft of your ass cheeks, is fully revealed to me. With your left hand you continue to manipulate the heavy mound of your breast, your supple fingers straying to play across your nipple from time to time, while with your right you arouse yourself, rhythmically working the silk up and down across your damp aroused opening. Your panties are rapidly becoming damp, soaked even, as you continue to become more lustful, more bold, more aroused. 'That's it darling, keep on working your cock for me, nice and slow, show me how thick and hard you are for me'. My breath is coming more heavily, I feel quite light-headed as I continue to rub myself with both hands, drinking in the beauty of your womanhood. I feel myself melting into your love, your warmth. I know that if I were indeed to climax now, too soon, you would indeed unhurriedly lick up my seed. It's that kind of relationship. With a wicked smile you add, 'Well I'm afraid I've got my panties quite wet, quite sodden. I can't leave them like that, can I? It looks as though I have no choice but to take them off. Would you like to see how sodden my panties have become?' With that you lean forward and slip them down to your knees, so that the damp silk is spread, fully exposed, between your parted legs. You give me a delicious challenging stare, your eyes say yes. Without further hesitation, I reach forward and rub my mouth and nose across your gusset, breathing in all your delicious scents. 'Lick me.' This is what I have been waiting for, hoping for. I reach forward and trace a long tongue stroke the length of the damp cotton, licking and tasting as much of your delicious juice as I possibly can. 'Go further honey, all the way back, just imagine where my panties have been all day.' With total application I lick all the way back, breathing in the scent of where the silk has been pressed against your intimacy for several hours. As I do so, I feel your soft hand play across the back of my head, running through my hair, encouraging, sympathising with me in my exquisite need, ' that's good honey, just how you wanted it, isn't it?' 'Take them off,' you instruct me presently, 'we won't be needing them again tonight. Now, what about some attention to my feet?' We exchange a knowing grin, for we both know that you enjoy leading me on in this game as much as I enjoy being led. I manipulate your right foot and ankle through the stocking, caressing, kneading and kissing softly. As though by unspoken command, I carefully unbuckle your shoe and release your beautiful foot from it, before continuing my caresses a lot more, and then applying the same assiduous attention to your other foot also. 'That's nice my love, really really nice. Now turn around for me, I have a little surprise for you. And put your hands behind your back.' Intimate Stopover Ch. 01 I do so, half sensing what is to come. I feel my hands being tied, gently but firmly, with the silk tie of your uniform. 'There, so much better, turn around again'. I do so, and you resume your former splayed position. You run your fingers through your hair a moment, then toy with your earring, before adding 'So then, what would you like to see next? My soaking labia, pink and aroused? My clit? Or maybe something even more intimate?' With that you lean back and hold your inner thighs open with either hand, offering me a full interrupted view from the wonderful length of your vulva all the way down to your delicate, beautiful rear opening. 'Come closer, have a real good look, see how I've made myself ready for you.' My cock still aching for release, I get right up close to your beautiful cunny. I am of course desperate to masturbate further for you and can do nothing about it. I take in your newly trimmed dark brown pubic triangle, ending just above your vaginal entrance, the beautiful newly shaved fleshy lips, your inner labia, already engorged and aroused with need, all the way down across your perineum, again completed epilated, before reaching your neat, crinkled anus. 'I know, I know you need it so much now,' you murmur. With that you begin to manipulate yourself, probing your sopping entrance with first and then a second finger. You play with your labia a little, grazing, kneading, caressing, probing an inch or two with your index finger now. You withdraw the finger and take it into your mouth, sucking long and deep, eyes closed in delectation. You work your vulva a little more, extract a little more of your juice, and this time offer your finger to me. I take all of your finger that I can into my mouth, sucking deeply, looking you in the eye all the while. The room is warm with the headiness, the odour, the dampness of pure physical lust. To show your readiness for me, you take your fingers on either side of your vaginal entrance and open your lips for me, offering yourself to me fully. I am greeted by the delicious pink flesh of your opening, hot wet, and glistening with juice. Already a little dribbles down from your hole down towards your other, secret opening. Now it is my turn to make you wait a little. Leaning forward, I play my cheeks and lips across the soft buttery flesh of your inner thighs, before ascending towards your belly and navel. I kiss and lick around and within your belly button, and am greeted by a gasp of pleasure and the undulation of your stomach beneath my caresses. We can both wait no longer. I reach my mouth forward and begin to make love to your pussy. You taste delicious, and giving way to my need for you I urgently work my tongue and lips across your labia. Your taste is unique and delicately nuanced, each new tongue stroke revealing new wonders, new pleasures...remembering myself a little, I slow down to a more easy licking and sucking motion. Your hips are already starting to undulate beneath me as you press your hands tight against the back of my head, urging me on to further efforts. I feel your stockinged ankles rise up and cross over behind my back, pulling me, if it were possible, still further into your sex. I trace my lips across the tip of your labia with very light, teasing strokes, working this way and that, now pulling lightly on your nether lips with my own from time to time. I am greeted with gasps of increasing intensity as you start to fight for breath. A steady flow of those familiar words of encouragement, increasingly open and vulgar, reaches my ears with greater regularity, 'Oh god yes that's it honey, keep it there...so good, so fucking good, oh my god you're so good to me, right there, your tongue feels so fucking good right there... right there darling right there... keep on licking my pussy ...oh don't stop... don't stop, don't STOP....' You are already panting at this first tremor of release. I let you recover a moment, and reach up for us to kiss passionately. Your left hand runs tightly through my hair, gripping and twisting it in appreciation, your right slowly and rhythmically working my cock a little. I descend to continue my oral ministrations, this time delving as deeply as I can within your vulva, seeking out more of your hot juice, caressing the smooth pink flesh. I play across the delicate folds around your urethra, licking this way and that, before finally allowing myself to approach your clit. It is what we have both been waiting for. I play my long tongue tip so lightly, so softly, across the already engorged little bud. I am greeted by a gasp of pleasure. I continue with light, flicking tongue strokes. You continue to undulate beneath me, little gasps and also little moans of pleasure escaping your lips from time to time. You force yourself further against my teasing mouth as best you can. The words of encouragement and profanities resume,' That's it darling, that's it, right there, oh god darling you're so good, so good... oh please make me come, please make me come , oh my god YES! Oh yes darling, right there, love your tongue on my pussy, love your tongue on my pussy...!' I slow a little, savouring the moment, enjoying you making you wait for the unhurried caresses of my probing, soothing tongue tip. I love being with you like this, and I love giving myself completely to your pleasure, the fact that you allow me, quite openly, to be so exquisitely intimate with you in this way. I look up into your eyes a moment, and read the desire, excitement and tension there, tinged with erotic apprehension. Your eyes say yes. Without losing this eye contact for a moment I descend further, tracing a trail of your fluid where it has seeped from the base of your vaginal opening, and with a broad lascivious tongue stroke descend to your anus for the very first time. I have wanted, desired, fantasized over this for so long, and now I feel quite ready. You are unable to suppress a deep gasp of pleasure as my tongue dances across your intimate opening for the first time. A little unsure as to how this will be for both of us, I take my time, gauging your reaction, very aware of how just how vulnerable and sensitive you are there. You close your eyes and savour the moment, heavily charged with unreleased tension, breathing heavily, as I begin to massage a little of your juice into your rear opening with the lightest, most delicate tongue strokes. I feel your fingers pressing into the back of my head again, all seems well. Taking confidence, I become more bold and start to apply firmer, more sustained tongue strokes across your anal opening, experimenting with the direction and amount of pressure I apply. For a time I move back upwards towards your vulva and clit to further stimulate you there, loving every moment of the pleasure I am able to bring you, before returning to this new, exquisite stimulation. You start to undulate your body further, holding me to you firmly, clearly wanting more. I am rewarded by your moving your hands under your buttocks to further spread your ass cheeks for me. As I do not have my hands free to further spread or manipulate your most intimate place, my access to you is greatly improved. I observe how your crinkled, beautiful opening extends a little, wanting, needing my touch. I carefully extend my tongue and make delicate circular swirling movements around your entrance, probing and caressing as I do so. I am almost immediately rewarded with further gasps of pleasure as you start to lose yourself in the ecstasy of my most intimate stimulation, 'Oh that's so good,so good darling.... ahh oooooohhh really good ...so fucking dirty ... and ssoooo fucking good ... you fucking dirty ....oh my god that feels so damn amazing ...oh don't stop darling ... don't STOP darling ... you fucking filthy bastard.. don't know.. you don't know how fucking good that feels.. oh my god...no-one....ooohhhhhhhhhh.' Glancing up, I take in the incredible sight of your arousal. Your eyes tightly closed, trying not to bite your lip too hard with the tension, your large breasts swaying a little, abdomen taut and clenched under my vulgar oral assault. Presently you sigh, 'Please darling, I can't take much more... really can't, please let me come properly.' With that I raise my mouth to your vulva and recommence my lovemaking there. I breathe in once again the warm delicious scents of your opening, nibbling a little there, licking and caressing your labia. You are ready. I tease your clit a little more, feeling her firm and angry beneath my tongue. We are both tired, and neither of us can take much more. I take your little clitty between my lips and delicately suck a short time, alternating this with light tongue strokes across her, side to side. This sends you crazy. Your hands tight on my head, warm damp thighs pressed tight over my shoulders, you buck and squirm, lost in the ecstasy of further erotic heights to which I am taking you as I move you inexorably towards your delicious, powerful release, 'Oooohhhh (pants heavily for breath) ooohhhh OHHHHHHH it's here... it's here ooooohhhh oh GOD!!!!!' Your voice mounts into a high-pitched squeal as you climax, your whole torso filled with a powerful convulsion as you drive your cunt on to my mouth for all you are worth.... You fall back in the sofa, panting for air, your breasts heaving under a sheen of sweat. The sounds of your arousal subside to nothing, until absolute stillness fills the room. I allow you to fully recover, after all, we have all night. Presently, you remember me, and reach up to untie me of the firm restraining silk. I lean forward a little, and you reach across to kiss my own damp forehead with such great tenderness. Your clasp your hands to my own, hold my own near-exhausted body tightly to your own, arms wrapped tightly around my neck and shoulders, nuzzling me a little, murmuring your appreciation and need. I have a great need of you also, yet an even greater need is to fulfil that of refreshing sleep. Never in all the months and years of our friendship, our relationship, have I felt this close to you, never have I felt our bond so deeply... Intimate Stopover Ch. 02 Early morning. I awake first, although we have not slept so long I feel refreshed, feel good, feel ready to 'take care' of you. I smile across at you, at the thick mat of auburn hair visible between the sheet, its gentle rise and fall as you breathe. I reach across and slip my arm around your shoulder, drawing you to me. You willingly turn towards me. Your head is turned into my shoulder, just how I like it. I love this sense of protecting you, holding you close, sharing all of my manly desires and needs with you, albeit oh so briefly. I start to gently caress your thick, glossy hair, watching you very slowly rouse from your delicious slumber. Presently you stir, and raise yourself to give me a happy, sleepy smile. 'Good morning, sugar sweet,' you murmur as you lower your lips to meet my own. A soft, gentle, languorous kiss, as your tongue dances lightly against my own. You rest your head against my shoulder and start to caress my body, each of us quite unhurried and relaxed with the other. Questing fingers explore my chest, brushing through the hair, before discovering each nipple and running a sensuous fingertip across each one. Your warm hand lowers to my abdomen, feeling the firm muscle start to tense beneath your touch. 'So then, just to remind me,' you begin, what have you missed most about me since our last moment together?' 'Your expert blowjobs,' I reply without hesitation. 'Have you been practising?' 'Mmmm, thought you might say that. As for the practice, sadly not. Opportunities seem so few and far between these days, other than my vibe, and that doesn't really count, now does it?' 'Maybe you should get some much-needed practice then.' 'Indeed. By the looks of things,' you purr, 'you are already more than ready to fuck my mouth. I was going to have to restrain you a little, but as it happens... this...has got me all girly and tingly and submissive this morning.' Supple, warm fingertips spread across my cock, gently grasping the already full testicles, the already firm, veiny length. You take your time, weighing the heavy sacs in your palm experimenting, measuring my arousal. 'Oooohhh I've missed this,' you murmur. 'I love sucking you off, almost more than anything else. And I've missed the way you fill my mouth too, almost forgotten what you taste like.' With that you reach up and sit astride me, facing me as we resume our lovemaking. You lean forward and we kiss once again, more fully and passionately this time. I take hold of your head in both of my hands and draw you further towards me as we kiss some more. You break off, and gently start to explore my shoulder and chest with light, supple kisses. I luxuriate in the delicate tongue play across each of my nipples, before you unhurriedly kiss and lick your way towards my abdomen. My member is already hard, firm, and straining for your first oral caresses. You know it, and make me wait just a moment longer. 'Now honey, it's your turn to take your pleasure, do what you want with me. I am going to bring you off with my mouth, and take great pleasure in doing so, just as I have always done. But promise me first that you will be firm with me this morning – I'm needy for that right now, and also that you will talk dirty and be explicit with me as you take me. It's what I've been fantasizing about. I want you to lose any barriers that remain between us. You have already given me so much of yourself, and I want to fully return the compliment,' you finish, a gentle, almost shy smile playing across your lips. I nod slowly in agreement, not in the least surprised, knowing you as I do, but nonetheless moved by this new demonstration of openness. 'Good,' you reply gaily, 'now what is to be the first position?' 'On your knees, in front of the mirror in the corner there. Put on your uniform stockings. Did you bring those full length black silk gloves I was asking about with you? Good, put them on as well then.' I cross to the mirror and toss down a cushion if front of me for you kneel on. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to settle the andrenalin, the intense urgent andrenalin, my intense urgent need of you. Now, at last, we can be together again as man and woman. I open my eyes again and you are there, kneeling neatly before me. You have indeed put on those wonderful soft silk gloves which I have requested. Your fingers pass through a length of slim white silk woven cord which you have also brought with you, especially for the purpose. Seeing my surprise, my excitement, you add 'Would you please? It is what I have been planning, it will heighten the sensations for me. I want you to take me to the places where you were last night. It will help me feel closer to you.' I move behind you, lean down to cross your wrists, and neatly and carefully tie your wrists behind your back, tight, but not enough to interrupt the circulation. I return to my former position. You gaze up at me, desire mixed with excitement and a little nervousness. 'Well as you can see I'm still only half erect. Maybe you should attend to that,' I murmur. Without further hesitation you reach upwards and extend soft silken fingers over my sex, first extending over my testes to massage them a little, and then further upwards, caressing and exploring my shaft for the first time. Pressing the palm of either hand on either side of my penis, you apply an unhurried upwards rubbing movement on the shaft, then downwards. You continue this motion, not pressing too hard, starting to build up a slow, steady rhythm, luxuriating in my growing hardness as the blood fills my cock. I spread my legs a little and start to lean towards you a little, seeking out further the pleasurable rhythmic sensations which you are already starting to produce. You smile up at me, your cheeks starting to flush a little in excitement, seeking further signs of my pleasure and approval. 'That's it, my sweet, that's just so nice. Hold me with your left hand around the base, and then use your right on me with a slow rhythm. Be slow, but steady also.' I close my eyes and give way to further pleasurable sensations as your skilled right hand grasps my manhood and slowly rubs me up and down, measuring, then controlling my arousal. I am already quite hard and becoming very aroused, it is clear that my orgasm will be an intense and copious one. As though reading my mind you quicken the pace a little, before then slackening off again, measuring how far you can take me. 'Examine me,' I murmur. Without relinquishing the steady rhythm which you have already built up, you move very close to my sex and approvingly examine every part, the heavy dark testicles, the lighter veined shaft, the already bulging dark purple glans, the urethra distended and expectant of your first delicious touch. Without waiting for further prompting, you reach down and lightly kiss each of my testicles, before then moving your soft mouth to the base of my shaft. Holding my heavy, full erect length steady with the thumb and forefinger of your left hand, and turning your head sideways, you take the smooth skin of my manhood between your soft lips and slowly begin to kiss your way upwards with light, unhurried tongue strokes. Your mouth is as warm and delicious as ever, you desire to share your whole sexual being with me undimmed. Your mouth rises still further, and I am rewarded for my patience as you fully pull back my foreskin and begin to apply delicate tongue caresses over and around my engorged glans. You are so unhurried, so meticulous, so giving in your attentions,...already my cock is throbbing for exquisite release. Still you take your time, varying the angle of your head and the length of tongue pressure against the hardened exposed head of my cock. Your kisses become, longer, more languorous, more delicious against my manhood. Again moving your head sideways a little, you take the whole of the outer side of my glans between your soft warm lips and slowly trace your way upwards in a long, continuous tongue movement. I gasp with pleasure for the first time at the delicious, unhurried contact. I can wait no longer, 'Take me into your mouth.' Just one or two more wonderful warm tongue strokes across the head, and I cannot resist closing my eyes in ecstasy as I feel your delicious warm mouth close slowly over the head of my member. You know just how to work me, as always. Remarkable how you have always seemed to know just how to please and gratify me on every level. My head spins as I think of the new sensory heights to which you are now taking me this morning. Indeed, as though reading my mind, you enclose the whole of my glans within your soft warm mouth, gripping me between your lips, though not too hard, and begin to lick and play across the head once again with unhurried deliberate caresses. Oh my god you give head so so well.. 'Take me down further.' You do as you are bid, your pursed mouth very slowly encompassing more and more of my pulsing shaft as you descend further and further. Understanding fully what I wish of you, your lips gently squeeze exquisitely around my shaft once again as your head rises up until no more than the tip remains within your mouth. And then you recommence, a very slow, deliberate rhythm, To enhance my own stimulation, I cannot resist starting to thrust myself into your mouth in unison with the slow descents of your teasing lips. The sense that you are really starting to arouse me is apparent in your own gratification as, despite yourself, you begin to suck me harder and with more urgency. The sensations you are producing within my cock are incredible, and I already want to ejaculate deep within your filthy mouth so badly. However, if we go on at this pace I will come more quickly than either of us would like, and I wish to prolong our mutual gratification for a fair while yet. I sense the need to take matters – literally – into my own hands. I place both hands on the back of your head, imposing a more restrained rhythm. You understand immediately, and I know also that the submissive in you will appreciate my taking full control of the situation. Making full use of this new control over your stimulation, I now employ my hips far more in order to thrust myself, unhurriedly and deeply, to the back of your throat, allowing yourself to suck on me as deeply as you can, before withdrawing myself once again and then indulging in the next, delicious thrust. How good you make me feel, so very good, you respond to my very manhood, to my arousal in all its aspects of both strength and vulnerability, and that means so very much to me. I cannot resist murmuring my approval and encouragement to you,' Oh that feels so wonderful darling ...keep it nice and slow, that's it...god how I love fucking your mouth ... that's it darling...right to the back...now just hold me there....that's it ... right there... do you like being made to be a dirty cocksucking whore... being made to deepthroat my cock as far as you can....have your mouth completely filled with my shaft..?' You are only able to murmur some vague sound of assent as I withdraw myself from my mouth at last, and allow you to take breath, to rest your jaw. I need not have worried, for as you look up at me your eyes are shining with excitement and pure wanton lust, a genuine enjoyment of the submissive depths to which I am taking you. You lick your lips a moment, clearly savouring the unmistakable taste of my precum upon them. 'I want to make you cum in my mouth, make you lose control despite yourself,' you begin, 'but I really need to frig myself as I work your cock. I'm dripping wet down here, it would be so much better if you would untie me now...' I gaze down at you a moment, sensing your profound need, your willingness and desire to take things further. I reach behind you and untie you. You flex your wrists a little and then lean back on your haunches in front of me, your legs spread wide. Supporting yourself on your left hand, your lower your right gloved palm to your sex and press it firmly and rhythmically against your mound. Holding me with your eyes, willing me to enjoy all of you, you press a questing index finger between your damp folds, urgently probing and caressing yourself. Your finger plays hungrily across your clit before searching deep within your vulva with an unmistakeable extravagant squelching sound. Unashamedly you work your wet, eager hole a little while longer, before withdrawing the sodden silk, slimy with your juices, from your vagina and extending it towards me. I lean down and suck deeply, extracting all of your arousal from you. You again extend silken hands to my member, grazing rhythmically over my engorged manhood, encouraging me to full hardness once again, before unhurriedly and expertly taking me to the back of your throat. This time we are both happy for you to take a little more initiative, as with your left hand working a steady caressing rhythm around the base of my shaft, you build up a deliciously smooth rhythm the full length of my manhood, working up and down, evidently enjoying the new control I have given you. Your right hand works steadily and firmly between the folds of your sex, you yourself are clearly not so far from your own climax. Your head twists and turns a little, as, your eyes closed in both pleasure and concentration, your head bobs slowly up and down upon my manhood. A dribble of saliva, mixed with a little semen, dribbles down your chin, and you pause momentarily to gather it up with your gloved finger, which you then slide back into your mouth, savouring the taste. The whole of my body is damp with perspiration, the effort of trying control my arousal, my dwindling resistance to my ever-increasing need to ejaculate powerfully at the back of your sweet mouth. Gasping a little and breathing heavily, I place my hands on the back of your head and pull you down onto my cock. Willingly you take me to the back of your throat, reciprocating your mouth music to the faster, more urgent rhythm which I can no longer hold back from employing. God you feel so good...I use my body weight to pump my member in and out of your mouth with ever more desperate, rigorous strokes. You abandon you own masturbation, sensing that my climax must be close, and instead place your gloved hands on my perspiring buttocks, encouraging me still further in your vigorous fellatio. The steady movement of my cock between your lips produces a steady rhythm of light slurping sounds, and a heavy stream of saliva trails unchecked down your chin as I now work my cock between your lips with all restraint fallen away. Hands grasping tight against the back of your head, each thrust is met with an attempt to clamp as tightly around my cock as you can with your lips. I manage to murmur 'Oooh that's do good darling, so good, you fuck my cock so well with your dirty mouth... that's it darling...take the whole length, show me what a fine expert cocksucker you are!' You respond by working my cock for all you are worth, clearly now very keen for me to share my climax with you, to share this most exquisite intimate moment of climax with me without further delay. At the first unmistakeable sign of the clenching of my lower shaft, you immediately move both hands to the base and start to pump me rhythmically and firmly, in perfect unison with each of my powerful spurts. I throw my head back in ecstasy as my cock explodes at the back of your throat, pumping more and more of my hot, rich seed in a thick, uncontrolled spray. I cannot prevent a low, deep groan of pure animal joy and release from escaping my lips. Still you keep on rhythmically working my cock with both fingers and mouth, your mouth flooding with my semen, my cock richly coated with it as it attempts to continue pumping, finally subsiding as my orgasm declines. Hot, tired and spent, I rest my hands against your pale white shoulders as you gloriously milk my manhood of every last drop. I feel close to collapse, yet exquisitely drained and almost deliriously relieved as I savour this post-orgasmic glow. We both take a few moments to recover. I notice how you take back every drop of my semen, clearing your mouth with your tongue, swallowing back every last drop. 'Mmmm,' you say presently. 'Unless I'm mistaken, Sir tastes better than ever. I was starting to forget just how good your come tastes. Uniquely you.' With that, you extend your fingers up to me and I help you to your feet. We walk hand in hand, tired but happy, to out bathroom in order to clear up, and for the next part of the stopover to begin.