Hell, I might as well tell the rest of the story.
He arrived on time at our hotel, and we brought his expensive bike into our room. Although quite shy at first, their hello kiss awkward in the extreme, she grew bolder. We had set the hotel room temperature quite high, so she would be comfortable completely naked, which she was long before he was. I instructed him to remove her clothes, which he did slowly and cautiously. He was on his knees, undoing the clasps on her shoes, when she looked to me with the question on her face: was this still okay me? I smiled and nodded, yes. Once she was completely stripped, she stood facing him, her naked ass facing me, as he sat on the bed. He and I talked about how lovely her body was for at least five minutes, with her making 90-degree turns every minute. As he and I spoke, his hands roamed over her body, which I loved watching. His first touching were cautious, but his hands grew more bold, gripping her ass cheeks, cupping her naked breasts.
She then had him stand and removed his clothes. He was in better shape than I expected from her previous descriptions of him. Not tall, but not short, his legs were muscled and tanned. His cock popped out of his underwear hard and pointing upward at a steep angle that impressed me. Although no porn company would hire him (but I am sure they would have hired her), the best porn I had seen so far was watching them make love. After she pulled off his underwear, she kneeled in front of him and placed her hands on her thighs, as I had instructed her to do in our practice runs at home. She then kissed and licked his cock, while he held her shoulders. The scene was tender enough to make a Hallmark greeting card, albeit a risqué card. She swallowed his cock and his expression took on the look of supreme satisfaction and serenity. She was now grasping his ass and had no problem getting is entire length into her mouth. Very soon, he begged to stop, as he was too close to shooting.
She stood and they kissed, which her backside facing me. I noticed that she wasn't standing on her tiptoes, something she always did when we kissed. I loved seeing his hands tightly grip her ass cheeks. She had him lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillow, as she got between his legs to suck his cock. Her knees fell below the end of that mattress, so she had to bend her legs, which made her feet and ankles ever so sexy, as they hovered and bounced above her naked ass, which in turn never looked sexier. She ravenously sucked, kissed, and licked his cock, as if his cock belonged to her favorite male movie star. Once again, he stopped her labors by pushing her head away from his throbbing cock, as he grew too close to orgasm. He then switched positions with her on the bed and began to lick her eager pussy, his eyes tightly closed.
My chair was positioned perfectly to see them, as the chair was perpendicular to the bed. I could see that he was enjoying himself more than she was. She required a more subtle licking, one that teased and slowly aroused, not the full-on assault he delivered. No doubt, some women would relish his enthusiastically aggressive approach, but not her. Thus, I was not surprised when she soon asked him to fuck her instead. He stood, found his pants on the floor, and searched its pockets for the condoms. I searched our suitcase for the condoms we had brought. She decided that he should wear the brand he had brought. As he rolled the condom on, she lay on the bed, her legs opened wide.
As I put our condoms away, I beheld the sight of her pussy on display and the sexual hunger on her face. Two thoughts crisscrossed through my mind. The first was the astonishment that I was giving her to another man to fuck, when she looked so lovely, so tender, and so sexy. Most men wouldn't have, as they would want to keep her to themselves. The second was that she believed that she would be the same woman she was now after he fucked her. She wouldn't be. This fucking would place on the other side of a line, the line that separates sex with love (even if it only is sex with the promise or hope of future love) and sex without love, without any potential or possibility of love. Of course, she viewed her upcoming fucking as an act of love for me, which I am sure it partly was, but she would nonetheless have crossover to the other side of the line. I sat in my chair and witnessed him carry her over the line, as his cock entered her.
I marveled at how delighted she was with him inside her, more gleeful than aroused. The beauty of her smooth white thighs and shapely ankles and delicate feet stunned me. Her legs never looked sexy as they did then. Her breasts pressed against his chest now appeared more sexual, more obviously erotic, and, thus, more worthy of being kept my private possession. Of course, I was not keeping any of her body from him. His nose and tongue knew her pussy's scent and flavor. His eyes knew her body completely naked. His hands knew her skin. And his cock knew her vagina's wet inner folds and muscled grip.
He told her, as he pumped away, that he never dreamed that he would be fucking her again. Her reply to him was that she was glad that he was. It was a tender moment, which made me feel embarrassed to have witnessed it. His face betrayed that he was getting very close, so I asked them to change positions. She asked which I would like to see. My answer was doggy style.
Now, her ass and breasts were the center of my attention. On all fours, her breasts filled to full size and swayed to beat of his thrusts, each thumping causes a ripple to travel across her flesh of her ass, making a smacking sound at each battering. The room felt oppressive warm, I longed to be as naked as they were, but dared not. Soon, he was once again nearing orgasm, so I called out another position: her on top. If nothing else, it would give him a rest. He gladly lay on is back she quickly mounted him. Her breasts danced on her chest. A sheen of sweat develop on her skin, her eyes closed, her head lifted upwards, all her concentration devoted to her vagina and his cock inside it. He came. Loudly. A gurgling grunt that roared. She kept at it for longer than I expected, but finally she had to quit, as his erection was gone. She fell on top of him and kissed him. She then got off him and rushed into the bathroom. He lay motionless, one arm draped over his eyes.
She returned and rushed over to me and gave me wet kiss, her hands gripping the chair arms. I clutched her breasts in my open hands and told her I loved her. She then sat in my lap and we continued kissing. When we finally broke off, I noticed that he was absent. I instructed her to find him and thank him for the fine fucking he had given her. She entered the bathroom and soon emerged, holding his hand. They sat on the bed facing me and she asked if I enjoyed the show. Enthusiastically, I expressed my delight at having seen them make love.
I did, I really did. I dripped so much precum in my shorts that it looked as if I had cum in my pants. Why hadn't I pulled out my cock and jacked off to the sight? His cock was embarrassingly tiny, so I feared he would feel inadequate by the comparison. I had given her a few lessons on cock sucking and fucking back, which she employed magnificently. As I expected, it didn't last long, as he came quite quickly. I now knew that this special arrangement would work, in spite of the awkwardness and stumbling of her reunion with is cock.
He arrived on time at our hotel, and we brought his expensive bike into our room. Although quite shy at first, their hello kiss awkward in the extreme, she grew bolder. We had set the hotel room temperature quite high, so she would be comfortable completely naked, which she was long before he was. I instructed him to remove her clothes, which he did slowly and cautiously. He was on his knees, undoing the clasps on her shoes, when she looked to me with the question on her face: was this still okay me? I smiled and nodded, yes. Once she was completely stripped, she stood facing him, her naked ass facing me, as he sat on the bed. He and I talked about how lovely her body was for at least five minutes, with her making 90-degree turns every minute. As he and I spoke, his hands roamed over her body, which I loved watching. His first touching were cautious, but his hands grew more bold, gripping her ass cheeks, cupping her naked breasts.
She then had him stand and removed his clothes. He was in better shape than I expected from her previous descriptions of him. Not tall, but not short, his legs were muscled and tanned. His cock popped out of his underwear hard and pointing upward at a steep angle that impressed me. Although no porn company would hire him (but I am sure they would have hired her), the best porn I had seen so far was watching them make love. After she pulled off his underwear, she kneeled in front of him and placed her hands on her thighs, as I had instructed her to do in our practice runs at home. She then kissed and licked his cock, while he held her shoulders. The scene was tender enough to make a Hallmark greeting card, albeit a risqué card. She swallowed his cock and his expression took on the look of supreme satisfaction and serenity. She was now grasping his ass and had no problem getting is entire length into her mouth. Very soon, he begged to stop, as he was too close to shooting.
She stood and they kissed, which her backside facing me. I noticed that she wasn't standing on her tiptoes, something she always did when we kissed. I loved seeing his hands tightly grip her ass cheeks. She had him lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillow, as she got between his legs to suck his cock. Her knees fell below the end of that mattress, so she had to bend her legs, which made her feet and ankles ever so sexy, as they hovered and bounced above her naked ass, which in turn never looked sexier. She ravenously sucked, kissed, and licked his cock, as if his cock belonged to her favorite male movie star. Once again, he stopped her labors by pushing her head away from his throbbing cock, as he grew too close to orgasm. He then switched positions with her on the bed and began to lick her eager pussy, his eyes tightly closed.
My chair was positioned perfectly to see them, as the chair was perpendicular to the bed. I could see that he was enjoying himself more than she was. She required a more subtle licking, one that teased and slowly aroused, not the full-on assault he delivered. No doubt, some women would relish his enthusiastically aggressive approach, but not her. Thus, I was not surprised when she soon asked him to fuck her instead. He stood, found his pants on the floor, and searched its pockets for the condoms. I searched our suitcase for the condoms we had brought. She decided that he should wear the brand he had brought. As he rolled the condom on, she lay on the bed, her legs opened wide.
As I put our condoms away, I beheld the sight of her pussy on display and the sexual hunger on her face. Two thoughts crisscrossed through my mind. The first was the astonishment that I was giving her to another man to fuck, when she looked so lovely, so tender, and so sexy. Most men wouldn't have, as they would want to keep her to themselves. The second was that she believed that she would be the same woman she was now after he fucked her. She wouldn't be. This fucking would place on the other side of a line, the line that separates sex with love (even if it only is sex with the promise or hope of future love) and sex without love, without any potential or possibility of love. Of course, she viewed her upcoming fucking as an act of love for me, which I am sure it partly was, but she would nonetheless have crossover to the other side of the line. I sat in my chair and witnessed him carry her over the line, as his cock entered her.
I marveled at how delighted she was with him inside her, more gleeful than aroused. The beauty of her smooth white thighs and shapely ankles and delicate feet stunned me. Her legs never looked sexy as they did then. Her breasts pressed against his chest now appeared more sexual, more obviously erotic, and, thus, more worthy of being kept my private possession. Of course, I was not keeping any of her body from him. His nose and tongue knew her pussy's scent and flavor. His eyes knew her body completely naked. His hands knew her skin. And his cock knew her vagina's wet inner folds and muscled grip.
He told her, as he pumped away, that he never dreamed that he would be fucking her again. Her reply to him was that she was glad that he was. It was a tender moment, which made me feel embarrassed to have witnessed it. His face betrayed that he was getting very close, so I asked them to change positions. She asked which I would like to see. My answer was doggy style.
Now, her ass and breasts were the center of my attention. On all fours, her breasts filled to full size and swayed to beat of his thrusts, each thumping causes a ripple to travel across her flesh of her ass, making a smacking sound at each battering. The room felt oppressive warm, I longed to be as naked as they were, but dared not. Soon, he was once again nearing orgasm, so I called out another position: her on top. If nothing else, it would give him a rest. He gladly lay on is back she quickly mounted him. Her breasts danced on her chest. A sheen of sweat develop on her skin, her eyes closed, her head lifted upwards, all her concentration devoted to her vagina and his cock inside it. He came. Loudly. A gurgling grunt that roared. She kept at it for longer than I expected, but finally she had to quit, as his erection was gone. She fell on top of him and kissed him. She then got off him and rushed into the bathroom. He lay motionless, one arm draped over his eyes.
She returned and rushed over to me and gave me wet kiss, her hands gripping the chair arms. I clutched her breasts in my open hands and told her I loved her. She then sat in my lap and we continued kissing. When we finally broke off, I noticed that he was absent. I instructed her to find him and thank him for the fine fucking he had given her. She entered the bathroom and soon emerged, holding his hand. They sat on the bed facing me and she asked if I enjoyed the show. Enthusiastically, I expressed my delight at having seen them make love.
I did, I really did. I dripped so much precum in my shorts that it looked as if I had cum in my pants. Why hadn't I pulled out my cock and jacked off to the sight? His cock was embarrassingly tiny, so I feared he would feel inadequate by the comparison. I had given her a few lessons on cock sucking and fucking back, which she employed magnificently. As I expected, it didn't last long, as he came quite quickly. I now knew that this special arrangement would work, in spite of the awkwardness and stumbling of her reunion with is cock.
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