Kicking off my sneakers, I walked back to the window, where she was still enjoying the view. She turned to face me and wrapped me in her arms. Leaning in, I kissed her hard, savoring the soft warmth of her lips. She kissed me back as our tongues performed a mad dance, savoring each other’s taste. I sucked on her tongue as she moaned softly into my mouth. Sliding my hands down her back, I was delighted by the feel of her naked skin. Moving lower, I didn’t stop until I was cupping her firm ass cheeks. I squeezed gently, loving the feel of her well-toned ass through the thin denim shorts.
Her breasts were pressed to my chest, and I realized they were the one part of her body that I hadn’t yet seen naked. Hopefully, that would change today. She hugged me back, squeezing me hard, like she was desperately trying to hold on to this moment forever. I guess we were both a bit desperate at the thought of our affair ending. A knock at the door interrupted our embrace.
“Who could that be?” she asked, confusion in her eyes. “No one knows we’re here.”
“You’ll see,” I said, smiling.
I crossed the large room to the door and opened it. A uniformed attendant wheeled in a silver cart holding an ice bucket chilling a bottle of champagne. There were also two covered plates and two champagne flutes along with cloth napkins, wet wipes, and other sundry items. A fresh, dewy rose stood tall in a crystal bud vase. It was a nice presentation.
“Would you like me to open the bottle, sir?” the attendant asked.
I replied, “Yes, please.” And watched as he skillfully popped the cork and put the bottle back on ice. He then quickly lifted and replaced the lids on each dish, showing me their contents. All looked perfect.
I tipped him and waited until he left our room. Lisa walked over to see what had been delivered. She lifted one lid and saw a dozen, large, fresh strawberries along with some chocolates arrayed on a crystal plate. Lifting the other lid revealed a small silver bowl filled with fudge sauce. Underneath the bowl was a small alcohol burner keeping the sauce warm. Finally, she reached for the bottle, turning it in the ice to read the label.
Her eyes widened and she said, “Champagne? Really? You went all out for me, thank you. And the strawberries and chocolates look scrumptious. Do you do this for all your girlfriends?”
I blushed and said, “Well, there haven’t been that many girlfriends. And no, I’ve never done this for anyone before. But you’re so special, I tried to do everything I could think of.”
“I’ve never had alcohol before, though I imagine that doesn’t surprise you. I’ve never even seen my parents drink. Can we try it now?”
I lifted the bottle and filled the two glasses. I handed her one and took the other, raising it high.
“A toast,” I began. “To you and me and the most wonderful summer two people ever had.”
She smiled as we clinked glasses. She took a cautious slip and giggled as the bubbles tickled her nose. She took a second sip and I could see her savoring the foreign taste in her mouth.
“This is wonderful!” she exclaimed. “A little sweet and it goes down easily. And the bubbles on my nose are just plain fun.”
I watched as she took several more sips, emptying the glass.
“Whoa, slow down there,” I cautioned. “That stuff will sneak up on you, and we can’t have you getting drunk before I take you home.”
“Well, to be honest, I’m trying to work up my courage. I know we wanted a hotel room to have some privacy and maybe fool around a bit, but I’ve made a decision and I’m scared you won’t think I’m being rational.”
I wasn’t sure where she was going with this. Was she considering telling her parents about us? If that were the case, I’d be on board with it, since it might mean we still had a chance for a relationship.
“Lisa, love, you can ask me anything. I care deeply for you and would never reject anything you said. What’s on your mind?”
She took in a deep breath and said, “Oh my, this is harder to say than I expected.” She paused again, eyeing the champagne glass. “Could I have a splash more of that?”
I poured her an inch of liquid and watched as she downed it in two quick swallows. Suddenly, a loud belch escaped from her lips and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands in embarrassment.
Laughing hard at the sudden sound, I said, “That had to be the sexiest burp I’ve ever heard!”
I saw her face flush red and then she was laughing too. It was just what we needed to break the tension.
“My, that was rude, but I do feel better.”
I stepped closer to her and took her in my arms and said, “So, what did you want to ask me?”
I felt her take another deep breath before speaking, “Our time together has been wonderful and I wish it would never end. But we both know that can’t be. You and I have done things I never thought would have happened until I was married. And before my life goes back to what it was, I wanted to ask if you would be my first. If you could make love to me and give me memories I can cherish forever. Would you?”
I was stunned. Sure, I had always hoped in the back of my mind that we would have sex at some point, but with our time growing shorter, it seemed a remote pipe dream. Even with the hotel room I never expected to go beyond anything we hadn’t already done that night in the conference room. And frankly, some mutual oral sex would have been just fine. But now…
“Lisa,” I began, “I don’t know what to say. I’m honored that you’d trust me with something as important as taking your virginity.” I paused, looking deep into her eyes. “And of course, making love to you would be an unbelievable experience, but have you really considered this? There’s no going back from your first time.”
I saw she had started to cry. Her emotions must have been maxed out and now that she’d asked her big question, everything was spilling over. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. I hoped I’d said the right words because I didn’t want to injure her feelings in any way.
“Yes, I’ve thought a lot about this,” she replied. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do, and no one has ever treated me with so much kindness. From my first day in the office, when it seemed like everyone else hated me, you reached out and gave me a lifeline. And it only got better as time went on.”
I kissed her soft lips again and said, “It took no effort on my part. I quickly realized that not only were you beautiful, but that you were also damn smart and a real delight to be around. So whatever I did was mostly selfishness on my part to keep you in my life.”
She hugged me tight, burying her face in my shoulder. I heard her muffled voice ask, “Does that mean you accept my request?”
The thought of having sex with her was already waking up my cock. I pressed my bulge against her body and asked, “Does this give you an idea of my answer?”
I felt her hand slide between us as she grasped my cock through my shorts and squeezed. Now it was my turn to moan. I slid my hand down and squeezed her breast, feeling its soft warmth.
“May I undress you?” I whispered. “Please?”
She took my hand and led me to the bed. Without saying a word, she stood in front of me and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, ‘what are you waiting for?’
I reached behind her and untied the lower knot of her halter top. This allowed me to slide my hands under the shirt and cup both breasts. I squeezed each supple, warm globe, feeling her nipples harden against my palms.
“Well, now,” she cooed. “That feels wonderful.”
I reached behind her neck and untied the remaining string and stepped back, watching the shirt fall to the ground. She was naked from the waist up, and her breasts were on full display to me for the first time. I leaned down, taking her entire areola in my mouth, and sucked like I was trying to drink. My tongue slid over the hard rubbery tip of her nipple and I heard her gasp.
“Jesus,” she whispered, “That feels so fucking good!”
I smiled around her nipple as she used a word I didn’t even think was in her vocabulary. I moved to her other nipple, giving it equal attention. I felt her grab my head as she pressed me tighter against her chest. After a few more nipple licks, I broke free to continue undressing her.
I unsnapped her shorts and yanked the zipper down. My need was such that I was having a difficult time being gentle. Grabbing her waistband, I slipped her shorts to the floor, where she kicked them aside. Now she was completely nude except for her plain white, modest-cut panties. I could see that the vee of fabric between her thighs was quite damp from her excitement. Reaching down, I cupped her warm pussy in my palm and squeezed gently.
“Mmm, mmm, that feels so good,” she said with an ache in her voice.
I pushed the fabric into her wet groove and slid my finger up and down, feeling the juices seep through the cloth. I was frantic to fuck her, but also wanted to revel in some glorious foreplay. Sliding my fingers under the elastic waist of her panties, I quickly slid them down where they too were kicked to the side. I couldn’t stand it, I had to look.
Stepping back, I dropped to my knees and looked at her pussy. Her blonde pubic hair was saturated with juices, allowing me to see the pinkness inside her labia. Spreading her lips with my fingers, I buried my tongue into the warm, wet crevice and licked her from bottom to top. As my tongue grazed her clit, she cried out from the intense pleasure. Up and down my tongue glided until she cried out again.
“Oh! Too much, knees getting weak.”
I stood up, lifted her into my arms, and threw her on the bed. I took ten seconds to strip off my clothes and position my head between her legs. I buried my face into her pussy, filling my nostrils with her tangy, sweet scent. Her juices flowed freely as I licked and lapped up every trace of her honey. I plunged my tongue deep into her vagina while massaging her clit with my fingers. This was the magic combination as her orgasm hit quickly and her body began convulsing. She’d grabbed the back of my head, forcing my tongue deeper inside her as the walls of her vagina spasmed. Sweet nectar flooded my mouth as her orgasm washed over her. Slowly, very slowly, her body relaxed as her climax faded.
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