Afternoon Delight

It’s the middle of the afternoon, which already makes me feel decadent about our planned roll in the hay. I’m fresh from the shower, my sun-kissed skin sensitised. I’ve been sunbathing, exposing it to the tropical heat, but now it’s slightly moistened from the aftersun I’m rubbing in. While I smooth the fragranced lotion into the tops of my thighs, stroke it around my buttocks and near the lips of my pussy, I have to exert steely willpower to keep my slick fingers from gliding into my moist depths.

The harsh sun had beaten down as I lay beside the pool in a string bikini. It seemed to pinpoint my mons all morning like a super trouper spotlight, whilst my book, with its cat and mouse BDSM theme, had a pulse drumming deep in my core.

I was ready for him. My body was so ready, tingling as I set out the toys within easy reach on the big white altar of a hotel bed. He lay there, green eyes twinkling with anticipation, his muscled arms looking strong and capable as he watched my preparations.

Finally I sat beside him.

“I like this,” he smiled, stroking the lapel of my white waffle dressing gown. Our eyes met, while his hand snaked between its lapels to tweak my nipple. My instinct was to duck away (why? Because usually we’re not usually alone, we share a house) but today I sat still, allowing him full access. This was our holiday, our time, nobody would interrupt us and leisurely sex was on the agenda.

The french doors were flung open, floor length curtains blowing lazily in the breeze. Even eight floors up, the gentle crash of the waves on the sandy shore made an exotic white noise backdrop.

I shucked off the robe and bent at the waist to commence licking at his member. He was semi-hard already so I watched in fascination as the ministrations of my tongue and lips made his cock taut and elongated. He smelt fresh and clean, also recently showered, his leg and chest hair retaining moisture in their curls. I sucked and tugged at the flap of foreskin that cradled the head of his glans. There would be no looseness to play with once he grew to full size, but while I could, I teased it. I was rewarded with sighs of satisfaction above my head.

Clasping a circular tin of arousal balm in my hand, I flicked and tickled his pink nipples with the grease and gently blew on them, watching its menthol component shrink them to stiff, sensitive points. Returning to his cock and balls, I licked and sucked, nibbling an exploratory route around the entire region. Not even I knew which moment I would switch between lustily sucking and teasingly nipping! It’s a cat and mouse game we both love.

My man was groaning when I finally sank my mouth over him. Drawing his full length into the cavern of my mouth, I simultaneously reached up with both hands to tweak and twist at his nipples, guaranteed to induce toe-curling delight.

It was hard to concentrate on doing both things well, so most of my effort went into giving him head, while nipple stimulation was a bit haphazard. My fella likes it rough, so tugging is good! I loved the feeling of his meaty girth filling my throat and I could feel moisture gathering in my pussy. I straightened up and parted my legs to straddle his pelvis, and the air against my opening pussy felt shockingly cool. I settled my heated folds against his penis, pressing him down. Rocking my hips I began teasing my clit against him while with my hands, I focussed fully on his areolae.

Suck, nibble and pull — my teeth and mouth made tiny movements to torture his darkened flesh. I sucked at his pleasure points, imagining I was pulling at my own nipples. I hoped I was sending sparks of fire radiating out from the tissues, a hotline of sensation direct to his groin. Fixing my lips wide around one nipple, I pulled hard, wanting to draw the flesh into my mouth, to fill it. Dragging blood into that tiny, sensitive area, I planned to make it tingle and ache, to make it burn with need for the fucking we were working up to.

“Don’t stop,” he groaned.

Trust me, I had plenty more planned.

I reached out for a little black anal plug, coating its surface with lube. In my current position, spread over his thighs, my pussy slick with my own cream, it slipped easily into place. I enjoyed the sensation, its invasion, the insistent pressure widening me. I felt like his dirty slut, wanting to fill all my holes. Only one had still been neglected.

I raised up on my knees, and his cock sprang up firm and eager. Its head was purpled with lust, its girth coated with my juices. My pussy clenched at the sheer joy of knowing that I was welcoming it home. I reached one hand behind me to hold the itty bitty butt plug in place as I centred his cock at my entrance. I then sank down in one rushing, satisfying thrust.

I was speared, impaled on his manhood. I savoured the full joy, sensations of shocks and throbs as his length stretched and filled me. This was our first foray into dual penetration and the pleasure was not to be rushed. I opened my eyes and he was looking up at me. Trust, anticipation and lust all transmitted equally in his gaze.

I bent my thighs to commence a sinking and raising motion — reminiscent of a merry go round pony, but oh the pleasure from my slippery pole! Using one hand I applied pressure, keeping the plug in place, almost as if I was holding myself together, while my climax built swiftly, but intensely. My heated clitoris became engorged, a beacon transmitting sensation. While my sphincter muscles throbbed and bounced, my pleasure rebounded on itself, so before I knew it, I was cumming, and he was groaning.

We exploded, our pleasure bursting against each other’s responses. Our climaxes were simultaneous, the starburst sensations washing over us like waves. I kept moving but slowed, my bobs on his thrusting cock becoming less frenzied. I felt my breasts swaying and looked down at my undulating pelvis, still joined with his, which oozed glossy evidence of our emissions.

I leaned down to kiss him, tender in the aftermath, and he responded. His hand snaked into my hair and he tugged it.

“You rode well, dirty girl!” he mumbled against my lips, which still tingled with menthol.

I swelled with pleasure at his praise, basking in the afterglow. He kissed the underside of my breasts and wrapped his arms around me.

My hips began complaining, so I dismounted and rolled to the side. All that careful preparation and I hadn’t remembered to set out tissues — I would have to fetch them from the bathroom. Not just yet though; he was kissing his way around my stomach and my legs were apparently made of jelly.

****************************************
Read more sex ideas and moves here: exoticsex.home.blog