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Meeting Silky
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Meeting Silky Waiting for Silky. The long plane ride from the East coast fading from my numb ass. Concerns over the difference in our ages, fading with the realization that she is near. Her pictures, viewed so often to form a collage in my soul, bringing a smile to my face, and a welcome stirring in my loins. I look out at the slopes beyond my hotel window. If California had made me think of the ocean, it was nowhere near me now. It reminded me of the Pocono mountains, except for some of the trees that I knew were not found in Pennsylvania. The clock seemed almost to laugh at me. An hour or so until she arrived. Not long at all, but an eternity. The knock, when it came, was brisk, almost mischievious. I waited a minute, then crossed the room. Would she wait, or knock again. She was even lovelier than I had dared hope. She also looked even younger. She was dressed from work, dark skirt, off-white blouse, with just the right amount of cleavage. Her eyes were shining, and the laughter in them was contagious. "We should go to dinner." I said, knowing if I asked her in we would never get there at all. She laughed, knowing. It was strange; I did not feel like I was meeting her for the first time, but merely picking up where we had left off In the elevator, two men stole glances as her, wondering. "We can negotiate on the price, right?" I asked, not trying to whisper. "Sorry. You know the prices. Of course gratuities are extra." The two men's eyes widened as the door opened. We went into the dining room. Eating, drinking, exchanging bits and pieces of our lives as though we were not already tearing at each other's clothing. My eyes savoring the fullness and heaviness of her breasts, the smoothness of her skin, picturing the small bones of her spine against the naked skin of her back as she lay before me. Enjoying her hands, quick, and facile, knowing how they will feel on my skin. The soft pulse at her throat, my lips sensing its rhythm as the savor her warmth. Trying to hear what she is saying of her life, but knowing it is all but shadow play to the reality that throbs about us. Laughing out loud when the clueless coed asked, "Will you be wanting dessert?" Alone in the elevator, holding back, enjoying the hunger that was driving me. Seeing her lean forward deliberately offering herself to me, knowing that I was trying to control the moment. I led the way to the room, my card in my hand. I feel her following, the connection between us growing stronger. Ignoring her, I cross to the bed, and turn on the smaller light. Slowly, deliberately, I unbutton my shirt, letting it slide from my shoulders and throw it onto the chair. The shoes slip off easily, then the pants. The socks come off and I peel of my jockeys. Naked, now, I lay on the bed. Silky is standing by the bureau. I know she is not going to go into the bathroom. No little changing into something more casual. Her lovely eyes fixed on mine, she slowly slips off her heels. Her fingers open the buttons of the blouse, and the shirt falls open. Pulling up the skirt, she unfastens the tabs of the garter belt. Had she worn it all day at work? Thinking of this moment. She pushes the hose off and lets them fall. Now she shrugs out of the blouse and it falls to the floor. Her breasts are lovely, barely held in the sheer bra, her nipples clearly standing proud, even from six feet away. I smile. Silky's fingers move to the snap at the side of her skirt. The skirt falls to the floor. The sheer panties under the garter belt are a set. I am pleased. Silky skins out of the panties, and stands a moment. Rising from the bed, I cross to her. Taking the stockings from the floor, I unhook the garter belt, and lead my Silky one to the bed. Tying her right wrist wth the nylons, knowing they will be ruined and not caring, I secure her hand to the bed. Laying her body out on the bed, I secure her left with the belt. She smiles. There is no need to restrain her, but the promise is made. With the backs of my fingers, I caress her neck and her chest, my nails grazing her plump areolae, and the taut nipple. My lips descend upon hers. The moment too long delayed is like an explosion, erupting in my own hunger. I had planned on a slow caressing build-up, but the moment has made its own demands. I want her now. My hand goes to her wet cunt, quickly laying claim to her and with only a few quick strokes she is panting and writhing with me. Climbing between her legs, I position myself at the hot entrance to her cunt, but barely grazing the wet lips there. Feeling those sweet breasts flatten beneath my own chest, the hair of my chest rubbing against the nipples as she whimpers softly and her hips move to capture the assailant that teases at her door. My hands slide under her shoulders, and reach up, my fingers grasp the hair that spills so beautifully down her back. Pulling the hair slowly, Silky's head is drawn back as my mouth finds the pulse that has called to it all evening. Feeling our bodies meshing, meeting, touching in ways one never knew were possible, I pulled harder on the hair, she moans and as her head moves back her hips pivot, and my cock thrusts home. Her sweet groan echoes my own. Keeping her head thrown back with my grasp upon her hair, my hips rock hard against hers as I thrust in and out knowing I will not last long and not caring. I have nothing to prove. As the moment nears, my lips find her ears and hoarsely I whisper, " Come with me!" and with a deep hard thrust I feel myself spending and with a cry she is trembling along with me and I feel the hot throbbing of her surrender. Long moments pass. I kiss her neck. her cheek. Her lips. my fingers caress the soft flesh of her inner arms. Now, is the time of discovery...... |
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ohhh wow.....
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