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The story continues... enjoy, I did xx Part 2 “That was some show you put on missy,” Fraser had a very saucy look on his face as he poured champagne into two glasses and handed me one.
“One tries,” I said sighing, feigning stardom. We clinked glasses and giggled together looking around the lovely hotel room Fraser had m booked straight after our office adventure. A country house not too far away from me. It had only taken an hour to get out of the city for Fraser and a short car ride for me but I was still in my damp knickers. Fraser had insisted. I thought he might have demanded them as soon as I’d walked through the door but it seems he was teasing himself too.
A frisson of lust coursed through me as we caught each other’s gaze over the rim of the glasses.
“So what about this fingering,” I said, the bubbles making my confidence rise.
Fraser was surprised and he smiled, his eyes lighting up behind his sexy glasses. I always teased him for his clichéd writer look, but he loved it.
“Your wish,” he said placing his glass down and running his hand straight between my legs to find me still absolutely dripping, “is my command sexy lady…”
He told me to get on the bed and wait for him with just my thong and tank t-shirt.
I did as I was told and shuddered as I realised what he was doing.
“I want you to see how fucking sexy you are when you come.” He manoeuvred the freestanding mirror to the bottom of the bed and tilted it so that I could easily see my reflection. Nerves and excitement bubbled in my chest and I was about to say no when I thought, fuck it, I’d already put on a live sex show earlier on the phone, I could certainly follow up with a mirror show.
He joined me on the bed and got me to sit in front of him between his legs. It was a lovely position and I lay back, lifting my lips to his and we smiled at each other. Fraser has a very sexy smile, just to note. Sultry yet cheeky, I can tell instantly when sex is on his mind by the way he smiles and lust burned hot in this one.
He began by massaging my breasts through my t-shirt, kneading and playing with them through the soft fabric. The memory of teenage fumblings buzzed through me, those rushed febrile explorations, the fear of getting caught—having to find private places to touch each other.
And yet, this wasn’t like that at all. We had time, we had space, we had privacy but something about his words from earlier had me going just like we were about to be caught and chastised.
His touch drifted to my waist then lower, teasing my abdomen as nerves fluttered there. His hand lowered to my inner thigh, dragging it open as I placed my hand over his, rolling into him, luxuriating in his strong arms.
He massaged my breasts and my body writhed, desperate for him to touch my pussy but he just kept teasing, pulling my focus back up to my breasts then mouth as he kissed me. At last his fingers rubbed at my aching slit, through my panties, he groaned as he felt the wetness there and I arched my pelvis up, inviting more.
He pushed his fingers into my mouth letting me taste and smell my own musk, getting my fingers good and lubed up to rub my nipple.
He knows how to drive me wild and finally, his fingers slid beneath my white damp thong and he rubbed my clit round and round knowing exactly when to stop as my pleasure mounted.
It felt so good and I gasped, about to spread my legs wide but he decided to pull off my knickers, hooking them round my ankles. Once naked from the waist down, I let my knees fall apart and glanced up to watch him watch what he was doing to me, so hot as he held me in place, playing with my pussy, exposing me.
Holding my head in the crook of his arm, he cupped my jaw, anchoring me to him as he reached over to the my bag and pulled out my vibrator.
Oh, I was ready for this, so ready. I might not be able to hold off. He ran the toy down the side of my lips where he knew I loved it then dipped it into me for just a second.
Oh, he’s cruel! It was perfect. He used the tip just at the side of my clit, on the hood, the flesh protecting me from the intensity, then he opened my lips right up, revealing the beautiful pink inside, working the dildo around and around. I started to flutter and buck my hips to meet the rising need. He held me open with two fingers and I gasped as the spasms grew deep within. And then, with his careful clever ministrations suddenly I was almost coming. Watching this in the mirror heightened the pleasure.. we so need to make a movie, I whispered.
“I’m going to come, don’t stop.” And this time, he didn’t tease, he kept the pressure on my clit and held me fast as my pleasure grew and rose. I bit my lip and concentrated just in case the feeling flipped out of sight. I’ve tried to explain to him that it can require a lot of focus to come, but he doesn’t believe me.
“Don’t be dramatic, he said once, just let go and come!”
So I remembered his words and gave up my control, allowing my body to take over my mind. The fluttering became a convulsing and heat welled within my core, rising and building. I’d been on the brink most of the day and this was huge. My pussy twitched and my pelvis tipped up to meet the vibrations, pleasure mounting the whole time. And then, I was at the apex, my body went tense then limp and I shuddered to an almighty climax. It was sensational. Stars flipped and exploded in my very cells and all my synapsis flared at once.
Fraser held me tight and cradled me as I rocked with after-shocks. When I was finally done, he pulled up my knickers and rolled me over so he could give my ass a sharp spank. I giggled.
Looked like there would be much more to explore later on that night.
I took a quick glimpse to the bottom of the bed, damn, I’d forgot to watch in the mirror, I’d been so caught up in my pleasure I’d forgotten about that.
Maybe have someone film us.... now that is a thought xx
“One tries,” I said sighing, feigning stardom. We clinked glasses and giggled together looking around the lovely hotel room Fraser had m booked straight after our office adventure. A country house not too far away from me. It had only taken an hour to get out of the city for Fraser and a short car ride for me but I was still in my damp knickers. Fraser had insisted. I thought he might have demanded them as soon as I’d walked through the door but it seems he was teasing himself too.
A frisson of lust coursed through me as we caught each other’s gaze over the rim of the glasses.
“So what about this fingering,” I said, the bubbles making my confidence rise.
Fraser was surprised and he smiled, his eyes lighting up behind his sexy glasses. I always teased him for his clichéd writer look, but he loved it.
“Your wish,” he said placing his glass down and running his hand straight between my legs to find me still absolutely dripping, “is my command sexy lady…”
He told me to get on the bed and wait for him with just my thong and tank t-shirt.
I did as I was told and shuddered as I realised what he was doing.
“I want you to see how fucking sexy you are when you come.” He manoeuvred the freestanding mirror to the bottom of the bed and tilted it so that I could easily see my reflection. Nerves and excitement bubbled in my chest and I was about to say no when I thought, fuck it, I’d already put on a live sex show earlier on the phone, I could certainly follow up with a mirror show.
He joined me on the bed and got me to sit in front of him between his legs. It was a lovely position and I lay back, lifting my lips to his and we smiled at each other. Fraser has a very sexy smile, just to note. Sultry yet cheeky, I can tell instantly when sex is on his mind by the way he smiles and lust burned hot in this one.
He began by massaging my breasts through my t-shirt, kneading and playing with them through the soft fabric. The memory of teenage fumblings buzzed through me, those rushed febrile explorations, the fear of getting caught—having to find private places to touch each other.
And yet, this wasn’t like that at all. We had time, we had space, we had privacy but something about his words from earlier had me going just like we were about to be caught and chastised.
His touch drifted to my waist then lower, teasing my abdomen as nerves fluttered there. His hand lowered to my inner thigh, dragging it open as I placed my hand over his, rolling into him, luxuriating in his strong arms.
He massaged my breasts and my body writhed, desperate for him to touch my pussy but he just kept teasing, pulling my focus back up to my breasts then mouth as he kissed me. At last his fingers rubbed at my aching slit, through my panties, he groaned as he felt the wetness there and I arched my pelvis up, inviting more.
He pushed his fingers into my mouth letting me taste and smell my own musk, getting my fingers good and lubed up to rub my nipple.
He knows how to drive me wild and finally, his fingers slid beneath my white damp thong and he rubbed my clit round and round knowing exactly when to stop as my pleasure mounted.
It felt so good and I gasped, about to spread my legs wide but he decided to pull off my knickers, hooking them round my ankles. Once naked from the waist down, I let my knees fall apart and glanced up to watch him watch what he was doing to me, so hot as he held me in place, playing with my pussy, exposing me.
Holding my head in the crook of his arm, he cupped my jaw, anchoring me to him as he reached over to the my bag and pulled out my vibrator.
Oh, I was ready for this, so ready. I might not be able to hold off. He ran the toy down the side of my lips where he knew I loved it then dipped it into me for just a second.
Oh, he’s cruel! It was perfect. He used the tip just at the side of my clit, on the hood, the flesh protecting me from the intensity, then he opened my lips right up, revealing the beautiful pink inside, working the dildo around and around. I started to flutter and buck my hips to meet the rising need. He held me open with two fingers and I gasped as the spasms grew deep within. And then, with his careful clever ministrations suddenly I was almost coming. Watching this in the mirror heightened the pleasure.. we so need to make a movie, I whispered.
“I’m going to come, don’t stop.” And this time, he didn’t tease, he kept the pressure on my clit and held me fast as my pleasure grew and rose. I bit my lip and concentrated just in case the feeling flipped out of sight. I’ve tried to explain to him that it can require a lot of focus to come, but he doesn’t believe me.
“Don’t be dramatic, he said once, just let go and come!”
So I remembered his words and gave up my control, allowing my body to take over my mind. The fluttering became a convulsing and heat welled within my core, rising and building. I’d been on the brink most of the day and this was huge. My pussy twitched and my pelvis tipped up to meet the vibrations, pleasure mounting the whole time. And then, I was at the apex, my body went tense then limp and I shuddered to an almighty climax. It was sensational. Stars flipped and exploded in my very cells and all my synapsis flared at once.
Fraser held me tight and cradled me as I rocked with after-shocks. When I was finally done, he pulled up my knickers and rolled me over so he could give my ass a sharp spank. I giggled.
Looked like there would be much more to explore later on that night.
I took a quick glimpse to the bottom of the bed, damn, I’d forgot to watch in the mirror, I’d been so caught up in my pleasure I’d forgotten about that.
Maybe have someone film us.... now that is a thought xx
