This is not what I expected to be doing when I booked this guest house.
The woman grinding her ass against my crotch was nothing short of perfection. She must have been in her mid-to-late thirties, and she’d aged like the fine Italian wine of her heritage. Her long, dark brown hair waved freely across the back of her tight, burgundy dress that left her shapely, tanned legs exposed. The toeless high heels she wore pushed her plump ass up to the perfect height to rub against my (by now raging) erection. My hands ran freely across the fabric of her dress, getting to know the curves of her body and delighting in what I found.
The medium-paced song that was playing on the outdoor speaker system ended and a slower one took its place. I turned the woman around, and her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck. Her dark eyes and long eyelashes were striking and the soft smile she wore left no doubt that she needed this as much as I did. I stared into those eyes as I placed my hand on her lower back and pulled her close. Her crotch rubbed against mine in tiny, deliberate motions as she tickled her clit against my shaft through the fabric.
No, this is not at all what I had planned. But I wasn’t complaining.
The plan had been just to get a way for a few days. I booked this cozy guest house that was separated from the main house by a large patio and hadn’t planned on interacting with anyone much at all. I hadn’t even seen the owner, Ariel, until this evening.
And I was not prepared for what I found.
Earlier that day, she’d left me a message that she was hosting a small get-together with a some friends on the patio that evening. No pressure, she assured me, but I was welcome to join.
I almost hadn’t. I wasn’t a recluse but I appreciated my alone-time and didn’t think an evening with a bunch of strangers was how I wanted to spend my break from, well, people.
But the evening wore on and I peeked out the guest room window every so often. There were small groups of semi-well dressed people dancing, chatting, sipping wine, and simply enjoying the cool late-summer evening breeze.
Then, I saw her. I could tell she was the owner by the way she was making the rounds and chatting up her guests. But the exotic beauty of her face, the way her curves swayed underneath her tight dress, and the overall sexiness she exuded as she strutted across the patio in her heels convinced me to come out of my cage.
I threw on my “just-in-case” button-down, slacks, and dress shoes and emerged. The party had already going for a couple of hours, so my presence went unnoticed. Most of the guests were either tipsy or so engrossed in their conversing and dancing that the introduction of a stranger had no effect on the dynamics of the event.
Except for her. Ariel was chatting with a well-dressed older couple when I stepped out. She looked in my direction and I saw (or imagined I saw) the corners of her mouth curve up slightly. It was probably nothing, I cautioned myself, just wishful thinking.
But after an appropriate amount of time, she ended her conversation and made a beeline for me, striding casually but mesmerizing me with the sway of her hips.
The small talk ensued, but it wasn’t long before I’d taken the leap and asked her to dance.
That was how we ended up here, eye to eye, pressing our groins to each other needfully, slowly swaying to the rhythmic sounds that filled the space.
Without pulling away, her arms still wrapped around my neck and her body pressed tightly against me, Ariel’s eyes left mine, and she scanned the patio. I did the same.
We were alone.
Both of us smiled at the realization. I didn’t know how long we’d been here, nor had I noticed the guests steadily filtering out to their cars and homes.
But what I did perceive is that the smile on Ariel’s face and the glint in her eyes told me all I needed to know about how this evening was going to proceed.
I didn’t think I could get any harder, but the thought made me feel as if I would burst through my pants.
More out of impulse than a reasoned decision, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, which were soft and welcoming, hungry even. I let my hands slide down her back to her plump asscheeks, which felt as good as they looked beneath the thin layer of fabric.
Ariel deftly unbuttoned my shirt as we kissed and then ran her fingertips along my bare chest. Her legs widened slightly to better angle her clit against my cock. I responded by sliding the hem of her dress up to feel the bare flesh of her ass as our mouths explored each other’s.
I turned her around again and, before her ass instinctively backed against me again, hiked the hem of her dress further up further to her waist. I also managed to undo my pants and pull out my erect cock before her asscheeks again met my pelvis, wrapping around my shaft in a soft, warm hug. The thong she wore, buried between her cheeks, did little to obstruct this skin-on-skin contact.
Ariel’s fingers were playing between her legs, massaging her clit through the lace fabric of her thong. I moved her hair aside to reveal her slender neck. As I kissed along the bare skin, she rubbed harder, faster, and when I nibbled her earlobe, she could no longer contain her moans.
The sound of her arousal sent shivers up my spine. Who was this sun-kissed, seductive woman? Was she married? Did she have a family? Did she always make love to her guests, or was I an exception?
I didn’t know, and, at that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the passion steadily building and the anticipation of its crescendo, albeit not one I was in a rush to get to.
I slid the thin straps of her dress down her feminine shoulders, revealing her braless, perky tits. My hands instinctively fondled them, taking satisfaction in the tell-tale pointedness of her nipples. Her breasts were soft and natural, the perfect size for my large hands.
Ariel’s breaths were now coming in gasps, and I knew she was getting close to climax. I delayed this by grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms over her head. She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her neck as her hips rocked, her asscheeks eager to gobble up my cock. I made this easier by sliding the waistband of her thong down to just below her asscheeks, giving me uninhibited access to the depths of her crevasse and eliciting coos of approval from Ariel’s sweet lips.
I was nearing the point of desperation, and her assertive movements and uninhibited expressions of amorous need told me she was too. I bent my knees as she, taking the cue, spread her legs, leaned forward slightly, and tilted her hips to invite me inside of her. I gripped her hips and maneuvered the head of my cock to her opening. The warmth of her wetness as my cock slid between her pussy lips to delve into her depths seemed to be the culmination of eons of longing, even though I had only just met her.
Ariel released her grip on my hair and, bringing her arms down, grasped my forearms for balance. My thrusts began slowly, deliberately, but steadily increased in intensity as I reveled in the sound and feel of her asscheeks smacking against my pelvis. The intermingled moans and coos now escaped Ariel’s lips unreservedly. I joined her, letting my grunts and groans spill forth without restraint.
I felt myself nearing my climax and was determined that she would join me. With one hand still on her hips, the other snuck down to her now-bare, freshly-shaven pussy. Her clit easy to locate given her state of arousal, and my deliberate massaging sent her over the edge in mere moments. Her gasps intermixed with primal moans of ecstasy, and her fingernails dug into my forearm as she rode her orgasm for all it was worth.
My goal accomplished, I let myself join her. A few more thrusts, a fixation on the feeling of her soft asscheeks against my bare skin as her cumming pussy twitched around my cock, and I’d arrived. I held her tight against me as my cock spewed forth in burst after burst of liquid satisfaction, my legs quivering ever so slightly as I held us upright. It was some moments before I noticed the soft splatting sounds of viscous drops of our mingled climax hitting the patio tiles beneath us.
I withdrew from her and she spun around, once more wrapping her arms around my neck as she pulled me down into a passionate kiss, one that summed up everything I was feeling in our afterglow. It was a kiss that said, This isn’t over; we’ve only just begun.
Ariel stayed with me in the guest house that night.
