Encounter with Kathy; Part 1 - ORAL
What has thus far been my most intense sexual experience
began innocently with a routine business trip to Dallas.
I
had lived there several years before and was acquainted
with
a couple (Steve and Kathy) who later divorced; after the
split, they both remained but in different parts of the
city.
On my first evening in town, I returned to my hotel for
dinner and some relaxation. I was very surprized to see
Kathy walk into the hotel bar. Although pleased to see a
familiar face, I was puzzled as to what a local resident
might be doing in an airport hotel; I caught her attention
and asked her to join me.
Kathy has shoulder length honey-blonde hair that frames
a
face which belongs on a magazine cover. Her one hundred
ten
pounds is well distributed over a five foot three inch frame.
Although her hair, make-up, and clothing are always
impeccable, two of her more attractive features are her
hands. She has those lovely slender fingers tipped by
perfectly manicured and polished long nails that television
and magazine advertisers tend to feature when showing
close-
ups of a product. I must confess that I'd often wondered
what it would feel like to have those hands wrapped around
the shaft to my cock.
After some small talk, I simply asked her how she happened
to be there. Her answer was blunt and totally unexpected:
"I'm trying to get picked-up." I protested that she must
be joking; how could such a sexy woman in her mid-twenties
have trouble finding men? She confessed that it wasn't
all that easy. Never the "party animal", she was unaccustomed
to the single life. She had, in fact, not been with a man in
the six months since her divorce. I could tell by her voice
and body language that the attraction I felt towards her
was mutual; she eagerly accepted an invitation to come
up to my room.
Alone in the elevator, we kissed a few times and she rubbed
my crotch with her hand. I caressed her tits and discovered
that the graceful curves beneath her dress were maintained
without the need for a bra. Behind the door of my hotel room,
our tentative motions in the elevator were quickly
transformed into a passionate embrace as we struggled
with
each other's clothing. Soon I was completely stripped
but
Kathy retained her silk stockings, garter belt, and high
heels. This was a good thing as the three-and-a-half inch
heels on those black leather pumps did a lot to reduce the
difference in our heights.
I stepped behind her and began to slide my rigid member up
and down in the cleft between those luscious tanned cheeks.
As I cupped her tits in my hands, I noted that Kathy's
breasts were slightly above average size for a woman of
her
height, but were especially firm. They stood out like the
boobs on a Barbie doll and they were tipped by small pink
nipples that rapidly hardened under my palms.
At that moment, she turned toward me. We kissed and she
walked across the room to sit in front of the mirror. As she
was brushing her hair and re-touching her lipstick, she
said: "I want to suck you off, but everything has got to be
just perfect." To this girl, cock sucking was something
of an art form! Her ex-husband must have been crazy to let
her get away. As I sat on the edge of the bed, she knelt before
me; she took my balls in one hand while she wrapped the other
sensuous palm and fingers around my swollen cock. She began
to playfully lick around my glans with her lips and tongue
as I reached out and untied the ribbon in her hair. I thus
unleashed a golden cascade that fell across my thighs at
the moment her moist lips parted and she took me inside the
marvelous warmth and wetness of her mouth. The delightful
feeling was heightened by the sight of my cock sliding in
and out between those perfect lips; even the slightly painful
sensation of her teeth occasionally sliding along my shaft
sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through my entire body.
For the next few minutes, she sucked me in every way
imaginable. She used her hands and nails to trace up and
down my shaft just ahead of those strawberry red lips. She
formed her lips into a tight "O" shape and pressed them against
the very tip of my prick; while keeping the pressure on,
she moved her head slightly so that my cock head repeatedly
popped in and out of her mouth. I was about to come as she softly
held me in her mouth and polished the head with her tongue,
but Kathy was careful to back off when she sensed that I was
going to ejaculate. When I could take no more I eased her
into bed on her back and we assumed a sixty-nine position.
Although she wasn't able to suck me while I was eating her
box (I'm too tall), she used her hands to continue stroking
my dick and balls.
When I eat pussy, I try to avoid licking the woman's clitoris
until she is just about screaming for it. I began by using
my lips and tongue to gently stimulate Kathy's inner pussy
lips, starting at her bung hole and working my way up. When
I licked her clit ever so lightly she shivered with pleasure
and goose bumps appeared all over her buns. Soon I noticed
that her considerable wetness was increasing and her pussy
juice was becoming more liquid; her cunt lips were swelling
and her clit stuck out like a little red fire plug. She began
to make a low-pitched moaning sound. She also seemed to
be having trouble concentrating on what she had been doing
to me: using one index finger and thumb to massage the head
of my tool. "This is it!", I thought as I slowly worked my
way towards her little totem pole by dragging my lips ever
so lightly along the length of her swollen bush. I then gently
but deftly flicked my tongue across the tip of her clit.
She came like a runaway freight train.
When the waves of contraction had subsided in her pussy,
Kathy gradually stopped clawing and gasping. I asked her
to
kneel on the floor so I could fuck her from behind, doggie-
style. She said, "That's for later, lover. You're going
to
cum in my mouth first."
I lay back on the bed as she straddled me with that gorgeous
ass in my face; she then went to work on my cock with only
one goal in mind: she wanted a mouthful of hot creme. Kathy
had no trouble going down on my seven inches all the way to
the hilt. As my head filled with thoughts of the past hour,
it simply became impossible to hold back. My balls unloaded
and shot a wad into her like I never thought possible. It
seemed that I might never stop coming as I filled that
luscious mouth with hot spurts of thick, ropy jism.
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