She paid for breakfast, and we went back to the elevator arm-in-arm. I decided if I was going to be “out” then there was no better time to start than the present. I could think of no better person to help me with what would undoubtedly be a rocky transition, especially for my family and friends. But Eleanor would win their hearts. She had already won mine.
We were alone in the elevator cab. And of course I couldn’t leave well enough alone. “Eleanor, I hate to be the jealous type, but are there any loose ends that you have to handle? You did tell me that you had an open relationship with Nathaniel.”
She crinkled her nose. “Well, Camille, I haven’t exactly been a saint. I’ve had a number of ongoing relationships with both men and women. Not serious, but ongoing. They’re certainly going to get the message when I tell them I’m temporarily relocating to New York to be with my new girlfriend. Is that enough?”
I felt a bit guilty about asking, but I was relieved. “Yes, that’s enough. I really don’t mean to pry like that but you are unbelievably sexy, attractive, and smart. So I’m going to have to fight everyone off to be with you.”
Eleanor smiled and also gave a lustful look down the “V” of my T-shirt at my cleavage. “Give yourself some credit. When people learn that you are with a woman, a lot of women that you know—and don’t know—are going to start hitting on you. You’re no slouch yourself.”
“I hadn’t thought about that. Am I really a hottie?”
Eleanor moved her arm behind me and drew me close. She had a fresh-shower smell. When she nuzzled my neck, a shiver ran up my spine.
“Let me show you how hot you are when we get back to the hotel room.”
We got off at our floor, and she entered the room first. The moment I walked past her and the door shut, she pushed me against the wall and pushed her hand under my bra, stroking the underside of my breast with her fingers. She leaned forward to kiss me, and I sensed a tinge of desperation in her aggressiveness when our tongues met with our lips pressed tightly together. Her other hand reached behind my head, caressing my neck and shoulders. My nipples hardened, and I immediately felt a twinge in my pussy while Eleanor’s advances made me think of nothing but my want for her.
I pulled her along with me to the bed. We fell sideways together, still locked in an embrace. Eleanor already had my pants undone and her hand inside my sopping-wet panties. I lifted my hips to help her remove my pants and shoes. All the while, I was unbuttoning her blouse and lifting her breasts over the top of the cups so that they were presented prominently for my enjoyment. I dipped my head down to capture one of her erect nipples, eliciting a soft sigh from her.
Her hand tickled the inside of my thigh, causing me to part them further, and then she plunged two fingers into my overheated pussy. I was on my back again, arching in response to her probing fingers. When they found my g-spot, I was lost in a swirl of pleasurable sensations, unable to do anything but react to her advances.
Eleanor stood up to shed the rest of her clothes. She gazed upon my nude body, which was still heaving from her skillful fingering. “I want to show you another way to make love. I want you to tell me what you feel.”
I nodded, then she slipped one leg under mine and shimmied on the bed with her other knee between my legs until her pubic mound touched mine. “Oh, God, Eleanor! I can’t believe how warm and wet you are.”
She raised herself on her arms. I did likewise, then she started undulating her hips.
“Fuck… fuck, Eleanor! I love this.”
I started rotating my hips as well while we developed a rhythm that was stimulating my clit in a way that was much more robust than her eating my pussy. We experimented with various positions, with Eleanor bending one knee and raising her body up, and with us both prone, locked in the most intimate of embraces. She extended her leg towards my face. I was inspired to take her meticulously painted toes into my mouth, making love to each one of them, causing her to grind her body against mine more vigorously.
“Eleanor…this is so intense. I’m going to cum, and it feels like my head is going to explode.”
There was no response, just the noise of the bed moving underneath us, the muted noises of our mating, and our ragged breathing while we both pushed one another to a satisfying climax.
“Camille…cumming…” Eleanor shuddered but continued to undulate her hips.
I followed shortly. “Oh, my God…Eleanor, you are…everything to me.”
Our bodies went limp, now covered in sweat. Our juices intermingled, our legs still interlocked. Panting, and our faces glowing.
It didn’t get any better than this. I was in a state of deep relaxation. My mind now floated untethered from my day-to-day worries.
I was in love, and that was all that mattered...
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We were alone in the elevator cab. And of course I couldn’t leave well enough alone. “Eleanor, I hate to be the jealous type, but are there any loose ends that you have to handle? You did tell me that you had an open relationship with Nathaniel.”
She crinkled her nose. “Well, Camille, I haven’t exactly been a saint. I’ve had a number of ongoing relationships with both men and women. Not serious, but ongoing. They’re certainly going to get the message when I tell them I’m temporarily relocating to New York to be with my new girlfriend. Is that enough?”
I felt a bit guilty about asking, but I was relieved. “Yes, that’s enough. I really don’t mean to pry like that but you are unbelievably sexy, attractive, and smart. So I’m going to have to fight everyone off to be with you.”
Eleanor smiled and also gave a lustful look down the “V” of my T-shirt at my cleavage. “Give yourself some credit. When people learn that you are with a woman, a lot of women that you know—and don’t know—are going to start hitting on you. You’re no slouch yourself.”
“I hadn’t thought about that. Am I really a hottie?”
Eleanor moved her arm behind me and drew me close. She had a fresh-shower smell. When she nuzzled my neck, a shiver ran up my spine.
“Let me show you how hot you are when we get back to the hotel room.”
We got off at our floor, and she entered the room first. The moment I walked past her and the door shut, she pushed me against the wall and pushed her hand under my bra, stroking the underside of my breast with her fingers. She leaned forward to kiss me, and I sensed a tinge of desperation in her aggressiveness when our tongues met with our lips pressed tightly together. Her other hand reached behind my head, caressing my neck and shoulders. My nipples hardened, and I immediately felt a twinge in my pussy while Eleanor’s advances made me think of nothing but my want for her.
I pulled her along with me to the bed. We fell sideways together, still locked in an embrace. Eleanor already had my pants undone and her hand inside my sopping-wet panties. I lifted my hips to help her remove my pants and shoes. All the while, I was unbuttoning her blouse and lifting her breasts over the top of the cups so that they were presented prominently for my enjoyment. I dipped my head down to capture one of her erect nipples, eliciting a soft sigh from her.
Her hand tickled the inside of my thigh, causing me to part them further, and then she plunged two fingers into my overheated pussy. I was on my back again, arching in response to her probing fingers. When they found my g-spot, I was lost in a swirl of pleasurable sensations, unable to do anything but react to her advances.
Eleanor stood up to shed the rest of her clothes. She gazed upon my nude body, which was still heaving from her skillful fingering. “I want to show you another way to make love. I want you to tell me what you feel.”
I nodded, then she slipped one leg under mine and shimmied on the bed with her other knee between my legs until her pubic mound touched mine. “Oh, God, Eleanor! I can’t believe how warm and wet you are.”
She raised herself on her arms. I did likewise, then she started undulating her hips.
“Fuck… fuck, Eleanor! I love this.”
I started rotating my hips as well while we developed a rhythm that was stimulating my clit in a way that was much more robust than her eating my pussy. We experimented with various positions, with Eleanor bending one knee and raising her body up, and with us both prone, locked in the most intimate of embraces. She extended her leg towards my face. I was inspired to take her meticulously painted toes into my mouth, making love to each one of them, causing her to grind her body against mine more vigorously.
“Eleanor…this is so intense. I’m going to cum, and it feels like my head is going to explode.”
There was no response, just the noise of the bed moving underneath us, the muted noises of our mating, and our ragged breathing while we both pushed one another to a satisfying climax.
“Camille…cumming…” Eleanor shuddered but continued to undulate her hips.
I followed shortly. “Oh, my God…Eleanor, you are…everything to me.”
Our bodies went limp, now covered in sweat. Our juices intermingled, our legs still interlocked. Panting, and our faces glowing.
It didn’t get any better than this. I was in a state of deep relaxation. My mind now floated untethered from my day-to-day worries.
I was in love, and that was all that mattered...
Extracted from Grounded in Toronto Ch. 03-04 by soppingwetpanties on Literotica
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