"Lover

Imagine!!  Not only am I coming to Germany but I will be working in England for a week too!

I sure hope I can meet you or I will be just heartbroken. I think I'd cry for a month. Maybe three.

I'll send my itinerary just as soon as its booked.  I'm so excited to meet my special friends from SoulCast.  I'm making plans with PC also : )"

You think of the sexual remarks I've made and the innuendos. "Oh bloody hell. Now what am I to do with her?" you mumble under your breath as you've finished the p.m.   "Always welcome, dls.  I look forward to meeting you as well. Where in England will you be working?" As a gentleman you tap out the cordial reply wondering just what I expected from you.

An exchange of emails informs you that I will be downtown from where you live; not too far.  I'm on an expense account and would like to treat you to a nice dinner and talk.   You remember my fantasy of listening to you so securely and sensually in your cave with the other women of SoulCast.

We arrange to meet near a club where you've played and think if things go well you may invite me to hear you perform.  Then I change plans and ask you to meet me at the hotel.  My GPS is not working and the simplest of navigation seems impossible to my culture shocked mind.

As you arrive at my hotel, you receive a text on your cell "They have a fabulous kitchen here and I have had dinner brought to my suite (1043).  I hope you don't mind more changes?"

"Cheeky Americans.  She's not expecting me to...well.   That little slut. Probably has every disease in the book."  you straighten your light jacket and your resolve as you push the elevator call button.

You find my door open a crack with the lock turned over to keep it from closing completely. It gives you a further rush of anxiety as your mind races through the infinite possibilities.  After carefully double-checking the room number you call out my name.

"Come in" I yell as I jump from the desk and close my laptop.  My enthusiastic gives an attractive quality to my otherwise average middle-aged appearance.  A bit heavier than most but still a womanly appearance.  Certainly not an irresistible temptress nor do I appear to be particularly dangerous.  Your anxiety quiets a few decibels.

"Please come in.  Can I offer you some wine?  I'm no expert but the concierge suggested this nice burgundy.  I've started a glass for myself.  A little sweet but that's how I like it."  you notice that you were asked but not allowed to respond as you accept the glass.

"I am sorry.  I'm a bit nervous. Is the wine ok? I can offer you something else.?"  I finally stop my chatter and wait for your response.  I have a childish manner that doesn't suit my years. Remembering the question, you reply.

"No. Really, this is fine"  As you begin to taste it, you think to yourself "There could be a ruffie or some other chemical tool designed to render me helpless snuck into this very glass."

But the wine tastes good and you decide that I don't appear as enough of a risk to panic just yet.  I seem rather simple actually.

Looking around the sizable suite, you notice a table covered in white linen with chairs and settings for two.  Slices of fresh pineapple sit in a silver bowl mixed with berries to provide a centerpiece.  "No candles?"  You joke to yourself.

"Lover I had no idea how to picture you.  Every story I pictured a different you.  Tall and slender, short and wiry, grey and willowed, gorgeous and bashful; you are a beautiful sight."  I stretch out my arms for a hug and you step forward.  I hug you quick and friendly still to insecure to know if I dare propose what I’m thinking.  I think if I consider some boundaries, try not to break specific rules, be charming enough, then maybe you’ll consider my proposition.  But, the longer I wait, the more nervous I become and I that isn’t at all charming.  So, I think of Master’s strength to and encouragement.  “Lover, could I offer you dinner,,, there’s something I want to ask you”  I motion to the little table with the hotel meal.

“Are you hungry?  We have shrimp cocktail, stuffed mushrooms, prime rib and potatoes, fresh green beans, some Italian squash sauté, tomato basil salad, and chocolate mousse cake for desert.  There’s a mini bar too if you’d like something other than wine.”  I spout all this as I pull out the chairs and act as if I’m entertaining a work contact.  Then as we sit, I look in your eyes and turn a crimson red.  Realizing that I certainly am not with a work contact; I’m with the most romantic man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.  Not to mention his sexual curiosity and experimentations. I think of the multiple orgasm post and wonder if he’s been able to stay hard after cumming.  My panties feel the heat created in my mind. I take a deep breath and a suck a shrimp from his scaly tail with an aggressive plop.

A little smile finally pulls at your face and I feel as though you had read my thoughts.

“So, Lover, this is my proposition.  I bite my lip and look down tracing lines in the cloth with my spoon.  I don’t want to intrude on your life but I was wondering if you felt any attraction to me then maybe we could,,, we’ll I’ve wanted to do so much with you ,, I was thinking if maybe we could just,, if we could ,,, if I could watch you masturbate and you could watch me? But, there’s one part that I would love to be able to touch you if I could.

“I’d love to behind you as you looked in that mirror and be the hands that run on your body and undo your buttons… I don’t have to touch you otherwise but, I want to be your women’s hands in the mirror.”  I start to lift my head to look at your face and gauge your reaction.  You look at me sideways puzzled but not unfriendly. You smile and take a bite of your beef.  I’m not sure of your answer but feel comfortable. 

“I had to ask” I think to myself.

We continue eating and are soon chatting away about stories we’ve read and ideas we have.  I tell you how I want to instruct a special girl how to squirt but, don’t know if my experience would work for her.  You ask me to describe the process to better gage your answer and I can see you squirm a bit so, I try to make my description as sensual as I can and still veil it in a clinical overtone.  The effect is working more on me and I begin to wonder again about my proposition.  I pour myself a second glass of wine and check to see that you still have half a glass.

You take a sip and rise from the table.  You stand before the mirror and say to it “How would that work exactly?”  As one hand explores your belly, you turn to look at me then hold out your other hand in a gesture for me to join you.

My heart pounds as I maneuver around the table.  I take your hand but let it go again as I stand close behind you.  My body is lightly touching your back; my breast rubbing and bumping as I find a position that allows me to see in the mirror.  I hold you close and let my hair fall against your arm.  My hands reach round to hold your pecs.  Sensually I cradle them and let my hands slide down in unison along your ribs. My right continues down your hip to your thigh. My left back to your shoulder.  The circle around coming back together on your first button of your shirt.  I stop and look at your face through the mirror.  You’re watching my manicured nails as the red contrasts with the blue of your shirt and jeans.  I feel the floating happiness that comes from being where you want to be at the time you want to be there.  I slide the button through its hole and two inches of flesh that weren’t visible before are now available to my eyes and fingers.  I slide my fingertips along your flesh lightly.  Gently tracing the notch at the base of your neck and valley down the center of your chest with one hand as the other begins to work the second button.  A soft sound escapes my throat as my desire grows.

Releasing the next to last button, I pull your shirt back to look at your chest in the mirror.  I watch as your nipples crinkle in response to my light touch.  I lick my finger and rub the hardened area just a bit more then pull myself tight against your backside so that my own breasts are firmly pressed.  I feel my own nipples rise.  Undoing your last button, I pull the shirt from your shoulders and down off your arms.  I run my hands along your body to discover your form, feeling the softness of your skin, the yields and firmness in your flesh.  I watch in the mirror and see you watching, your face soft, your eyes intent on my hands as the feel the muscles in your arms. 

I step back just long enough to take off my top and pants and return to touching you in my bra and panties.  You feel the lace of my bra on your back, the soft skin of my body as I slide in behind you.  Reaching around to your belt, I fumble a bit to undo the latch.

I trace the circles in your ear and kiss the back of your neck and I can feel the small hairs of your body as they rise to my touch.  Tracing again the contours of your chest, ribs, and belly, I make my way to your pants.  I rub your pants along your front pockets toward the bulge forming between them.  I slide my hand along the crease at the top of your leg then slide it deeply between your thighs.  I feel the outline of your cock as it hardens beneath the strain of your pants and briefs.  I can’t wait any longer and undo the button of your pants.  With your waistband relieved, I run my hands just inside feeling just the tip of you.

I slide along your body to a squat stopping where my face is now at the check of your ass.  I take a bite on the fabric able to take a muted pinch of flesh between my teeth.  I hold on for just a moment and softly let it go, following it with a kiss.  My fingers undo your fly.  I rub the length of your shaft through the fabric of your underwear.  Feeling the soft drop of moisture on the cloth surrounding the head of your cock, I press to feel the hole where your cum will flow.

I bend lower still and slowly remove your shoes.  Providing my shoulder for you to lean on as you balance on each foot.  I firmly pull my hands up your legs to the top of your pants and then grab the waistband and drag it down to the floor.  I kiss the back of your legs, sucking, and licking a bit as I would want to be sucking at your cock.  I reach one hand through your legs forward to your balls, over your cock to the waistband of your underwear.  With the other, I pull the waistband over your ass and bury my face between your checks.  I wonder if I could lick you there but remember the deal.  “We didn’t talk about the deal” I think to myself.  I stick my face deep in the tunnel below your cheeks before me and stretch my tongue deep in your crotch almost reaching your balls.  I wet the spot between them and your ass and continue until I find that sensitive little pucker.  I broaden my tongue and gently massage while I pull your underwear to the floor.

I return to my standing position behind you and slowly guide your hand forward to your cock.  Your face looks puzzled but your hand instinctively begins to pull.  You pinch the foreskin between your thumb and finger then expertly glide your hand along the shaft, stroking up and down.  You continue stroking your hardened cock as you watch me behind you.  I step to the side so I am visible to you now.  The matching push-up bra and panties barely conceal anything my ample body.  I slide down my red lacy thong.  “Red” I think “Maybe too cheesy.  Should I have worn pink or black?.”  I run my hands along the side of your naked body as I rise again after untangling the strings from my heels.  I reach down and feel the moisture in my crotch.  Then lick my fingers clean so I can unhook my bra.  I see you watching me and pulling up and down on your cock and my pussy begins to long for company.  Standing fully beside you but just behind so that you can only see me in the mirror I reach down and stroke my clit.

“This is how your stories make me feel” I whisper in your ear.  I rub for just a moment and then grab at my breast, pulling and pinching. I try to keep eye contact but can’t pull my eyes from your cock as I watch your hand stroking it.  Watch your other hand pull gently at your balls.  My fingers thrust inside.  I feel the hot liquid as it streams past my hand.  I feel it glide down my thighs and wonder if it splashed at your ankles as it did mine.  My hand rubs harder as I watch your stroke increase its pace.  My body is yearning deeper, my mouth hangs open like a simpleton, drooling and wanting to take you inside it.  I pinch at my nipples again and again my hand is trying to catch the fluid running onto the hotel carpeting.  I bring my cupped hand to my mouth and clean myself up.  Using my fingers to simulate your cock in my mouth, I suck two of them deep in my throat.  I taste my cum on them still and grab at my pussy with my dry hand and begin to rub again.  I let my fingers rest gently in my mouth as I watch your stomach clench.  I watch your hand as you stroke.  I watch your cock as it bounces around my vision.  I want to catch it and hold it in my mouth.  I suck my fingers, stroking them in and out, imitating the pace you’ve set at your cock.  My head bouncing along in time with your cock.

I want to have my holes fucked and fucked hard as much as I want to watch you cum.  I drop to my knees and crawl around in front of you.  I reach between my legs and rub my pussy.  I bend my neck to face you, your cock at my mouth, my eyes looking up at you.  “May I collect your cum, please” I say to you and open my mouth.  You look down from the mirror and rest one hand at the top of my head.  My pussy wants to explode and I moan loudly.  “Oh yes cum with me, let me taste your cum, cum on my face, wherever you want please cum with me, oooooooh I moan again and close my eyes, swaying back and forth.  It is difficult to wait.  As I open my eyes, I see you bend your cock to my mouth and stroke it fast and short.  My breath is rapid and short as anticipate your cum.

“Oh Oh Oh”  your squirts on my check, the orb around my eye and inevitably to my awaiting mouth.  My pussy gushes.  My hand is rubbing as waves of cum spill into it.  I savor the warm cum in my mouth until it cools then swallow it down opening my eyes to see a nice sized drop about to fall from your cock before me.  I stick out my tongue and catch it and your cock.

“We didn’t make a deal” I think and slowly wrap my lips around your cock.  I slide it deep and hold my lips tight around the base as I imagine a cock ring would do.  I hold the blood from escaping.  I feel your cock has softened but not completely, still erect.  I hold your cock in my mouth.  Your hand rests on my head but you don’t push it away.  I feel your cock firm in my mouth.  I gently and slowly pull my cockring lips up your shaft then relax them completely and allow them to glide back down.  I take your cock completely inside my mouth again but this time it presses to the back of it. 

I wonder to myself if you’ve decided what you’d do.