I felt soft fingertips running along the top of the stocking on my left leg and gentle lips on my left ear as I slowly woke to see the hotel alarm clock reading just after midnight. My nose brought me back to my senses with the distinctive smell of Audrey’s Black Opium and, of course, our own bodies’ sexual fragrances. She was taking her lips on a tour of my ear, her tongue gently circling the tender folds as her left hand started gently tickling my leg with her fingernails as if she was teasingly drawing all the blood to my crotch.
Audrey then started kissing her way down my neck – my weakness – nibbling ever so tenderly, her tongue swirling as she went. Very slowly she worked her way down to the side of my left breast and began a series of nibbles, kisses, and flicks of her tongue all around my breast, teasing my nipple until I instinctively rolled onto my back, thrusting my nipple into her mouth.
Her mouth was a warm, moist respite for my wanton nipple as she suckled it with an expertise that spoke directly to my vagina, telling my sex that heaven was on its way. She moved her mouth down my tummy as her left hand moved onto my vagina, cupping it, massaging it, drawing all the folds of it with warmth and tenderness. Then the heel of her palm was drawing circles on my clit as her fingers explored my tender folds.
As she positioned herself between my legs, I grabbed the heels of my Come Fuck Me Louboutin’s and pulled my legs wide apart to give her room to work. She was an artist. Her fingernails kept running up and down my stockings, ever so lovingly, and on up my waist to my breasts, drawing little circles around my nipples before tweaking them ever so lightly. All the while her experienced tongue began dancing little dances into my vagina and over the folds of my labia, licking every surface of my sex. My pussy was on fire, my clit engorged with blood, poking out through its hood as if to say, “Here, lick here.” And eventually, she did.
She took my clit between her lips and slowly, soothingly her tongue moved side to side on my clit in light flicks on the tip. Her lips sucked and pressed, sucked and pressed, over and over on the base of my clit as if it were a tiny cock she was sucking. All the while her tongue, that luscious tongue, flicked on the tip. I let go of my heels and placed my Come Fuck Me Pumps beside her ribs and began arching my back and bucking, fucking her tongue in mad rhythm.
My legs stiffed, straightening out as this enormous climax approached. I was moaning deep and guttural as it began to hit me, wave after wave of ecstasy racing through my body. I slammed my feet down on the bed and lifted Audrey up as my back arched as the final wave hit me. Exhausted, I fell back down flat in a screaming crash pushing her head away from my clit.
Audrey got up quickly and took me by the hand, pulling me out onto the balcony, pressing my ribs into the railing as I overlooked the Zen Garden. She knelt behind me, pulling my legs back and apart as my breasts landed atop the railing. Her hands pulled my ass cheeks open and she dove in, rimming my bum hole for all she was worth. She pressed her right thumb into my vagina and began rubbing my G-spot as her middle and index fingers took hold of my throbbing clit. Once again, a climax began to build.
My legs were shaking uncontrollably as pleasure surged through my body once again. Ass, clit, and G-spot flooding my soul with desire, need, want of an orgasm. She was edging me – taking me ever so close only to back away. My poor trembling legs could barely support me. I have no idea how loud I was being or if there were people in the Zen Garden. I didn’t care. I’m certain there were people down below listening, watching, as the artist known as Audrey took me to new heights of sexual indulgence.
Finally, I could tell she was going to let me finish. Tottering on my heels, holding onto the railing for dear life, I felt the orgasm begin to swell. My entire flesh was electrified with pleasure as the surge of the orgasm began deep within me and rushed in a mad torrent through my bones. Every muscle contracted, my legs were flexing, first extending, then bending as I let out a powerful, guttural, moaning cry from the depths of my throat. I began to shake, nearly convulsing as I collapsed onto the balcony floor to the applause of the small crowd that had gathered below. If only Brian were here to see that…
Audrey helped me up and took me back to the bed, saying, “We aren’t quite finished just yet, missy.”
She had me lie down on my back and she climbed atop me. My clit was aching from all the attention, but it was aching for more. I curled my knees up, placing my Louboutin’s near to my ass, and spread my knees out wide, giving Audrey plenty of room. She placed a knee on either side of my shoulders and lowered her dripping sex onto my face. My tongue went to work immediately, first lapping up her juices and then running the length of her labia. I grabbed the cheeks of her ass, encouraging her to fuck my face as I slid a thumb in her ass. She moaned out in pleasure.
With my thumb pressing into her ass, my tongue went to work on her clit, as she dove into mine. I mimicked her tongue action, following her every move. She was grinding into my lips and I could tell she was getting close. I had been holding back my orgasm. I was a cumming machine at this point and I wanted us to climax together. Right then I felt her thighs press against my head as she came. My tongue and lips never stopped. Within moments she came again and again. Three orgasms nearly in a row. I stopped holding back and came in a powerful rush of energy, again sending her in the air as my back arched. She fucked my face to two more orgasms while gently biting the inside of my thigh.
Audrey then climbed off and slid up next to me in the bed and we cuddled. I lay my head upon her pert left breast and fell fast asleep once again.
I awoke to the light of morning pouring in through the glass balcony door. Audrey was still fast asleep. I began suckling her tiny nipple.
“Good morning, lover,” I mumbled through a mouth full of breast.
She smiled awake and looked down at me and said, “And what lovers we are.”
I looked at the clock and realized I had just over an hour to get showered, dressed, and packed to go, so I dropped the breast from my mouth and asked, “How about we finish this in the shower?”
I would have much rather taken a long, relaxing, sexually filled bath, but time was not our friend this morning. We lathered up each other’s bodies, taking the loofah and gently scrubbing each other clean. It was a challenge to give a woman head in the shower, but I took a shot at it, as did she. We opted to finish each other off with nice masturbatory twirls of the fingers. I turned on my phone and took a quick selfie of our naked selves in the foggy bathroom and sent it to Brian. In return, Audrey put her number in my phone. I programmed mine in hers. We promised to get together again very soon.
Audrey gathered up her things and borrowed my robe for the walk down the hallway to her room. We kissed goodbye in the hallway, unashamedly so, as the night had been an experience of a lifetime, for me, at least. But I think for her as well.
I decided to dress hot and sexy for the flight home, donning a skintight LBD which was adorned with tiny slits up each side and a peephole neckline, and my come-fuck-me Louboutin’s. They had been good luck for me last night, perhaps they will bring luck for the flight home. I barely got checked out by the 11:00 deadline and headed to the valet for my rental car.
“Did you have a nice, relaxing stay?” asked the valet boy as he held open my car door.
“Yes, delightful. All rested and ready to go.”
“Liar,” I thought to myself. My pussy was worn out, my clit was swollen, and every muscle in my body was drained. Well, it wasn’t a total lie. The sex had been delightful. But I certainly wasn’t rested. And I certainly wasn’t ready to go. I would simply love three more days like the three I just had.
But it was time to return home to the man I love the most in the world: my best friend, my lover, my confidant, my husband. Brian.
Dropping the car into gear and heading to the airport, I thought to myself, “Yes. Just keep telling the truth to him – but only discuss it in bed with his head between your legs. You can get head every day for the next month out of this and he’ll be turned on the whole time!” I would be honest and open – leave out no detail, no thought. That’s all he ever asked – and I did have a few pictures. Once arriving at home I’d likely get eaten and laid within minutes of my arrival. Besides, I dressed myself that morning. “I know I look hot. He can’t resist me when I look like crap and right now, I look hot – he’ll ravage me in the airport parking lot,” I said right out loud to no one there.
“Yes, I’ll get home and get the head and the fucking of my life from Brian. For weeks and weeks. Not that what has happened in the last few days was chopped liver, but he will be hot, horny, and riled from my teasing, and he’ll get even hornier from hearing the tales I must tell. I need some rest and relaxation to recover from my trip before he gets ahold of me, so thank goodness for the flight itself.” All I needed was a nice, uneventful trip home so I can rest up for the head and the fucking I was about to get. Of course, with the luck I’d had on this trip, the journey home might be anything but uneventful. And I did look hot.
I arrived at the airport and dropped the car off with a valet and took the shuttle to my departure. The feeling I had was supreme joy and confidence. No, I did not walk through the terminal, I sashayed, with my hips drawing attention from every man I passed by as my breasts heaved with every step. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be noticed for the woman I am: a free-spirited, sexual being exempt from guilt and judgment.
There was no Devon waiting for me at the gate, but there were plenty of eyes on me and I could feel them. They felt amazing. Feeling so good about myself, I decided that now was the time to text Brian. He’s been so patient being teased this way. I know that if he had to talk to me he would have just called the hotel and asked for my room. So, I know he’s been enjoying it as much as I have. Well, maybe not nearly so much as I have.
I turned my phone on and read his messages from start to finish. He was worried at the start, but caught on after the second photo and really enjoyed the tease. He remembered my comment in our conversation about having to give me head in order to get the details. So I texted him back:
“Darling, I am so looking forward to being in your arms again soon. I have missed you dearly and thought of you constantly, but I will readily admit that I have had the time of my life. Thanks to you. The freedom and encouragement you bestow on me give me wings. Now I fly home to you with all the naughty details – while you are giving me head. I promise you this tale will take DAYS to tell, so get that golden tongue ready, my love.”
I hit SEND and I turned my phone off on him one last time. At least for this trip…
The flight was on time, and we boarded the plane. Once again, I was in the back row, but this time, instead of an incredible lover sitting next to me there was a kindly woman in her late sixties or early seventies. Who knows? Maybe she is an incredible lover who has rocked people’s worlds. Maybe she still does…We chatted about our week, without any real details from me, until the plane was in the air. Once we were at altitude, I puffed up my pillow and curled under the blanket for a well-deserved nap.
The flight attendant woke me up to get ready for landing, and I couldn’t help but remember the last time I was in this position – pussy full of cum and feeling so embarrassed. Honestly, I wished I was feeling that way right now.
The plane landed and it seemed to take forever to deplane. Finally, as I sashayed into baggage claim, there he was. Brian. Still in his suit from work. Looking so damned handsome I got wet instantly. I ran as fast as I could in my Come Fuck Me Pumps and leaped into his arms. His embrace – strong, warm, and familiar – made me even wetter. I took in his scent from his chest. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my abdomen.
“You look so damned fuckable,” he said. “I want you right here, right now.”
“You’ll have to wait to fuck me – I have SO much to tell,” I said, coyly.
We gathered my bag from the carousel and headed to his truck. He opened the passenger side door for me and placed my bag in the back. As much as I wanted to tease him for all the head I could get, I wanted him. Badly. Now. I was thankful he had driven his truck rather than my sedan.
I pulled the armrest to its upright and locked position, and got ready to give him a flight home. As he drove to take us out of the parking lot, I reached over, unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out of his trousers. Taking the head in my mouth, I undid his belt buckle and trousers, sliding them a little down and out of the way, with an assist from him scooching that tight ass of his.
“I thought I was going to have to wait,” he said.
Pulling my mouth off his cock, I said, “Wait to fuck me, not fill my mouth with your sweet, sweet cum.”
I cupped his balls in my right hand and took the shaft of his cock in my left. Precum was pouring onto my tongue. This was no seduction oral sex. This was a Get-Your-Cum-In-My-Mouth-Fast blowjob. I was bobbing up and down on the head and the last two to four inches of his cock while my left hand stroked his cock furiously – my right hand massaged his balls, urging the cum from them.
It is so difficult to drive and receive such a blowjob. He had to focus on the road to keep us from getting killed while I was merely focused on filling my mouth, throat, and tummy with his cum. After about five minutes I got my reward as he had fucked my face with three or four powerful thrusts while he took his foot off the gas.
His first shot of cum flew deep down my throat. The second, third, fourth, and fifth shots of cum I was able to keep on my tongue and pool them all together for one big swallow. My left hand then milked his cock for several more long streams of creamy delight.
I did nothing to put him back together afterward, simply scooting back to my side of the seat and fastening my seatbelt. I realized at that moment that the parking lot attendant must have seen me sucking Brian’s cock as he paid for parking. It would seem I had become quite the exhibitionist.
“Don’t get pulled over, Brian. It will be difficult to explain to the cop why he can see your cock.”
We arrived at our favorite Italian restaurant for dinner. As Brian tucked his cock back in his trousers he told me he had arranged for the kids to spend the night away from home, but they wouldn’t be leaving for another hour and he wanted me all to himself. We shared pasta primavera with shrimp scampi and he spent the entire time trying to get me to tell him what had happened the past few days.
“Is your head between my legs? I didn’t think so. Otherwise, I’d be cumming right now.”
He had set himself up for more teasing. On purpose. I think he liked it. I know he liked it. Quite a bit. In that moment, I was so thankful to have kept Devon’s card. And to have Audrey’s phone number. It seemed that some very exciting arrangements might be in my future. Our future.
We finally arrived home. I missed seeing the kids, but I knew what was in store for me. Brian took my bag to the laundry room, and I headed to the bedroom to wait for him. I sat on the edge of the bed. As Brian walked into the room, I stopped him with a wave of my hand.
“Take off your clothes. Slowly,” I whispered.
He complied with a huge smile on his face. And an even bigger hard-on. I love his cock. It stood like a proud soldier, ready for action. I stood and slowly disrobed, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor. I climbed on the bed, placed my Louboutin’s up toward my ass, spread my knees, and beckoned him to join me. He climbed between my legs, scooping the cheeks of my ass up off the bed, and buried his tongue deep in my soaking wet pussy.
“SO, at the airport, you know, the flight was delayed. Wow. This is more. Difficult than I imagined. To get head. And talk at the same time. This may. Take a while. Longer than I thought. Anyway. I met this. This handsome young man. Named Devon…”
