“How can you think I’m sexy?”
“Do you have to ask? For starters, walking around these places, the only thing being a positive outlook for me these days is seeing you. The way your hair shines, your beautiful smile and the charming way you have such positivity for other people. Your perfume…” suddenly my mouth ran away with itself. “…you keep that coat hiding you, but not those legs. And that time at Sparky’s Grill when we had lunch. You wore a dark green sweater with that scarf you had tied in the back and your hair pinned up. You had on a pleated skirt and when you walked through the place every single man was watching you but you just smiled and laughed about eating cheesecake for lunch. That’s not a tease…that’s…that’s…” I swallowed and look miserable.
“I sound just like an adoring puppy. You know I’m twenty five years old, right?” I scowled, feeling the fool.
She laughed, throwing her chin up a little and uncrossing her boots.
“Do you think about me back in your hotel room?” she actually did tease me a little then.
“Every day. More than once.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Every time.” I huffed out.
“Wanna it to feel better?”
This time, I said nothing about her being vulnerable. I had said my piece before. Whatever her reasons for doing what she did next, I had to bow to the inevitable. After all, Lancelot couldn’t say no to Guinevere forever.
Slowly, looking me right in the eye, Raquel untied the belt around her overcoat, and sitting back, with little preamble, she opened it to me and let it fall to the sides.
The thing was…she was completely naked.
Naked except for her dark thigh highs and ankle boots. The effect was stunning. For her part, Raquel just brushed her hair back with both thumbs for a moment, fanning it out on the back rest behind her as she made herself comfortable, and then she just brushed at the lapels of her coat, like showing me her complete nudity was no big deal.
Without that belt, her breasts would have pushed they’re way out all on their own. They were as large and full as I had imagined, and this woman must have had a daily battle on her hands with how to contain those fantastic tits in any modest way she could with her choice of outfits. Unfettered today, it was like they were meant to be seen. Her nipples had a perfect symmetry, just a shade darker than her own rich skin tone, and they were the type that promised to harden into absolute points of delight.
What was more, her body hardly had a mark on it, her creaseless stomach the sublime definition of a woman who spends an hour exercising every morning before she starts her day. Between her legs there was a trimmed triangle of full, silky brown hair that lead your eyes down to the defined slit of her labia. Like a road sign, all framed by her luscious thighs wrapped in those alluring stockings.
Are you asking yourself, did I waste all that time sitting there writing down this de***********ion you just read? No. That came later. In the time it took for me to take her in with one glance, I was already moving. Sliding out of my seat, and all but skidding up to her on my knees where she sat. My hands were already slipping in, up under the inside of her thighs, and almost instinctively, responding to my momentum, Raquel was aiding me by lifting up and spreading her legs to me in one motion. Right at face level.
I had a brief aura of warm pussy with scented body lotions strike me in the face as she opened her legs to me, and then my mouth found her luscious, textured lips, sucking them immediately for the ambrosia they were. I was perhaps a bit too eager drawing her to my mouth, for Raquel had to steady herself with her hands on the bench seat as I pulled her forward a bit too far. Yet she didn’t say a word and compensated by draping those incredibly smooth legs over my shoulders as I began to eat her out.
What followed was simply the sounds of that for some time, and Raquel was soon moaning and arching her back, cramming her fingers back through her own hair as she rested her other hand in mine, letting me perform oral sex on her on the spot. She rolled against my mouth, and whatever I lacked in technique, I made up for in enthusiasm, and there were times I held still as Raquel herself washed her pussy lips up and down my face.
If you ever taken the time, you’d see every woman is different. Some pussies are cutely hidden by a tight little labia and you have the pleasure of opening them up like blossoming flowers, other pussies project themselves out at you with wonderfully exposed, full lips that are begging to be licked and flicked by your tongue. Raquel was right in the middle of the spectrum, her crotch a smooth, full triangle of delight separated by the line of her sex, with a hint of her inner labia peeking out that I pushed open happily, seeking out the deeper heat of her. I found it. When my tongue curled up inside her sweet little pussy, Raquel peeled out her loudest moan yet, risking a glancing down at me where she rode my face, her eyes pained and strained with desire. She couldn’t watch for long, taking in how I was looking up at her and deliberately driving my strong tongue in and out of her pinkness. Those strong, wet walls grabbed at me as I did so, flexing wetly in her need, and I took the taste of her fully as her pussy erupted with a stronger flow of juices. Her legs quivered a little and she bent a bit double at the waist, gripping my hair with both fists now as indeed, her nipples did stretch out, and kept stretching, until they were two wicked sharp points of arousal just in my eye-line.
When they reached their limit, Raquel cried out hard and flung her head back, thumping it on the back rest behind her. Neither of us noticed, because she was too busy having an orgasm in my mouth, and I drove her to new heights when I cupped my mouth over her slit and sucked it as she did so. I swallowed her, drunk on her, my heart hammering, my mind reeling with the hazy thought that she was so wet in that moment, there was actually more than enough of her juices to swallow, coming right from her in warm little waves as she came.
With a last, tiny little grunt of uncoiling tension, she slid her stockings thighs off my shoulders and let her boots thump firmly on the floor, breathing hard and reaching up to brush the hair out of her eyes.
“Jim.” she uttered breathlessly. For my own sake, I was fumbling with my pants, still kneeling in front of her, and aching to free my incredible hard on where it was wetting the front of my boxers.
In the back of my mind, I realized we didn’t have any kind of protection, and that despite the heat of the moment, this might not be a good idea. But I needn’t worry about trying to stop myself. Raquel was a step ahead of me as usual, and slipping a hand into the pocket of her coat, she produced a condom.
I tell you now, I didn’t last very long inside her. Who would? Who could? By the time she had rolled that condom onto my cock, grinning with delight at the sight of me, I was so heated I could barely make it through the touch of her hands. I even said so.
“I don’t think…I doubt I can…”
She looked up at me and did the most amazing thing as she let go of my dick. She leaned up and gave me a quick little kiss before laying back, exposed in front of me again.
“It’s all right.” she whispered. “It’s just fine. Go ahead.”
That’s all she said. Then she lay back as I had said, and all but purred her delight with me, making it very clear she was very receptive to whatever happened next, holding her arms up and back, spreading her thighs once more, and inviting me in with the most wonderful of smiles.
She did nothing but smile, staring me right in the eye, as my cock parted her wet pussy and began pushing into her. All she did was arch her back, and watch my face as I entered her, my chest straining, my arms scooping up her legs again, my head back, groaning. To my credit I made it all the way in, right to my base, and I was insistent enough, feeling Raquel’s pussy spread open around my advancing cock, that she got caught back up in the moment too and raised her own chin up, both of us crying out hard as I gave her a final little thrust, imbedding my hard cock fully inside her.
I was already cumming, though. I said as much, that I didn’t last very long. I tried to thrust again, to feel myself fuck this amazing woman if even for a moment, but Raquel already understood my pent up need and she clenched her pussy around me as I strained against her, letting me safely empty myself deep within her the moment I was in. All that pent up energy surged out as several deep, hard spurts of cream until I nearly felt light headed, my mind screaming not to stop, my body begging me to stay, but it was undeniable. She was undeniable.
Finally, it was my turn to uncoil, and I sagged a bit as I let her legs drop once more, falling onto my hands on each side of her ribs, half leaning over her as she stayed spread under me on the bench. I caught my breath and opened my eyes to her dazzling smile, and soon we were kissing again. Eventually, my cock gently slipped from her and for a time, we held each other that way and I reveled in the touch of her warm big breasts on my chest and her hands on my back, but it’s awkward to have sex on a bench like that, much less embrace in afterglow, and my knees were grinding into the cheap carpet of this now unforgettable cabin house.
Silently, we pulled parted and I got to my feet and started pulling my clothes back into order. For her sake, all Raquel had to do, having clearly come prepared, was rearrange her coat a little and simply tie it back up, scooting herself back upright where she sat, preening her hair a little and brushing at her knees. The perfect picture of prim professionalism. When I was done, I sat down next to her, my sexual bravado leaking away and feeling a little timid, but I needn’t have worried. Raquel’s aura was just a happy acceptance, and she seemed way more relaxed and at ease. Wonderfully, she just sat up and leaned her head against my shoulder, and we sat in there in the quiet of the moment before she spoke.
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