James and Anais #5

He wasn’t wearing underwear. Naughty Boy, and I told him so. It made it easy to hold his cock as we walked out of the dimly lit lounge. We approached the elevators and I pressed for the lift.

Once inside, I used my body to press him up to the elevator wall. I could feel his heart ramming against his ribs. I pushed myself into him and felt how hard he was, and so I moved my torso back and forth on him and he moaned softly. The lift stopped, but not on my floor. A couple got on and the door closed again. I smiled as the couple’s polite conversation floated over us. I reached down and grasped his cock firmly and his eyes flitted behind me, and then closed. I didn’t take my gaze from his face, wanting to drink in every expression, learn them. What did he like? What turned him on? Obviously being handled in front of people didn’t faze him, and I enjoyed providing the show.

I brought his hand up to my mouth. It was fragrant from his cologne, and very warm. I placed his wrist near my lips, opened my mouth, and bit down on the side of it, letting my tongue travel on his skin. My lips moved over to his thumb and I enclosed it completely in my warm mouth, again allowing my tongue to give him a preview of what it could do. He swallowed heavily and his mouth opened slightly.

The elevator stopped and I checked—my floor at last. Still holding his hand, I led him out, away from the now silent couple.

He didn’t say a word, but I could hear his breath as we walked down the hall. I kept my pace purposefully slow and steady. My entire hand held only his thumb, and I squeezed it rhythmically as we walked. I felt my mouth water. I wanted to run my tongue along the tip of his cock, wanted to taste that sweet, clear fluid that had surely begun to seep from it. But I reminded myself to be patient.

We got to the room and I turned to face him. He had been patient, too. I let go of his thumb and reached up with both hands to his face, staring into his eyes. He leaned down and our mouths met, a hungry yet languid kiss, tongues invading and mingling, hands groping each other’s’ bodies; the audience had faded, all decorum was lost. His hands reached up and covered my breasts, and then one slid between my legs, rubbing what was already soaking wet and pulsing there. He found a nipple and gently squeezed and I moaned into his mouth, deepening our kiss. He broke from my lips and slid his mouth down my neck as I firmly stroked the front of his pants, my head tilted back.

”You smell delicious,” he said, panting in my ear. I pulled my hands up to stroke the length of his torso, and moved my lips close to his ear.

”Mm, thank you. It’s a perfume called ’La Petite Morte’—the Little Death. It’s supposed to smell like the scent that emanates from a woman right before she orgasms.” I pulled back from him and smiled. ”Shall we see if they got it right?”

I pulled the card key from my purse and rubbed it over the lock. The light turned green, and it released. I felt the unlocking of the door all the way through my body.

When we walked in, the lights were already on. My toys were on the table and in the center of the floor.

”Oh my,” I said, turning to him and smiling, ”someone’s been in my room.”

James and Anais #4

I sat there for a moment trying to take in her series of questions and comments….

My body was electric and coursing with desire (more like unbridled lust).  Her upward glances, her penetrating stares, the tone and inflection in her voice, her movements….everything about her was powerful from the moment our eyes first made contact.  

Her actions were probing and paced.  But from the moment she had caught me off gaurd back at the bar – the moment I blinked first – everything about her had changed.  Now everything was orchestrated and faster and more intense.  Each action wasn’t in and of itself different, but now they were happening all at once. An onslaught of sexually charged expressions building into a chorus that was drowning out all rational thought – check that -essentially all thought, other than how badly I wanted to taste those moist smiling lips and the tongue that kept licking them, to run my hands along those shoulders and up behind that neck to pull her closer, and to feel her hands stop the relentless touching and squezing on my thighs and to move directly to gripping my throbbing cock and balls.  

Ever fiber of my physical being was turned up to high, pulsing and aching for more, more, more.  What would I be willing to do to get it?  I didn’t know.  I didn’t care, as long as i could satiate the now unbearable pressure caused by my boiling needs – to have her warm wet mouth sliding down over my cock, to see and smell and taste her essence as my mouth and tongue lick and split and spread and explore the folds of her cunt, and to place the head of my cock against those folds and feel the pressure and enveloping heat as i begin to stretch her wide and plunge into her depths for the first time… 

I was on fire, she knew it.  She’s manipulating me like a marrionette with strings firmly attached to every one of my sexual senses…pulling, strumming, jerking them to make my will and my body dance to her rhythm.

But she was on fire too, of that I was certain!  I could feel, see – almost smell – the tension and lust coursing through her own body.  

I glanced down at those thighs and how they were moving – always in motion as if to hide what might be trembling.  I wondered how aching and swollen and wet her pussy must be.  I wondered how full and tingling her breasts and nipples must be feeling in that dress, every breath pressing and constrining them further.  She was watching my mouth as I spoke no doubt imagining what it would feel like kissing her skin, and her hands, rubing up and down the muscles of my thighs mere inches from a cock that could clearly be seen outlined in my pants.  I have ceded control!  All of those thoughts and sights and must be driving her own voracious urges… 

I still have enough wits about me to know how hard it will be for her to stay composed, to check her own desire to maintain that control.  This was a very unfamiliar place to find myself in – I can’t think of the last time I wasn’t directing the show, but I know all to well that being in charge requires a lot of thought.  Those thoughts get harder and harder as your partner pushes you towards the brink. 

I made a resolve to myself that I would let go – lean into the experience, but…I would stay focused and control myself.  Not allow myself to be overwhelmed…to hold back as long as posible on the rushing flood of sensations that might push me over the edge.  She is at the wheel, but I will be damned if i dont make her work for it.  I was more than up for whatever challenge she could through at me. 

So, when she suggested that it was time for a change in setting, I simply stood up, pulled her gently to where she was standing squarely in front of me, our bodies inches apart and told her, ”I am yours, I will follow you wherever you choose to lead me.  I will do whatever you want me to do.   Your pleasure is now my number one priority”. 

With that she smiled, leaned in close to my ear, took a firm grip on my cock and and whispered…”right this way then”.  She did not let go of my cock as she turned to walk out the door.  Instead, she started pulling me close behind her as if leading me by a leash.  I could feel other people noticing us leave, her striding confidently (triumphantly?) ahead, me with a huge bulge in the front of my pants, and her hand firmly grasping my dick.  Oh my God, am i ready for this woman? I was terrified with what I had just done, mortified with public humiliation this was causing. Still…all I could think of was who the hell cares, I have an insanely hot woman who is about to use me for her own pleasure and all you other fuckers won’t be….  Here goes nothing!!!