You stand alone in the empty hotel room, staring down at the perfume-coated note couriered to you just yesterday. "I can no longer stand the suspense... come to room 514 of the Intercontinental Hotel tomorrow, 6pm". The note is signed simply "Bec", with a heart next to it. While this seemed like a great idea at the time, you are now tingling with nerves, your stomach decidedly in knots from the uncertainty. This has been a fantasy for so long, but do you even wish to fulfill it? You have dressed for the occasion... after a quick shower following class, you dressed in a cute short black skirt, and a flower-patterned blouse made with very thin fabric. You take in the surroundings of the room... to the back at the hotel, it is away from the street, and hence quite tranquil. The bed is already turned down (rather presumptious, you think), and a bottle of champagne sits chilling in a cooler next to the bed. As your nerves take a turn for the worse, you turn around and decide its time to leave... you're not ready for this, not yet. Just as your hand grabs the doorknob, though, you hear a key enter from the other side of the door, and the knob turns to open the door in your hand.
You suck in your breath as I swing the door open, a quizzical look on my face... I am obviously puzzled to see you standing right there. This look soon disappears, and it is now my turn to suck in my breath, and swallow nervously. "My God, that picture you sent me doesn't do you justice." My eyes follow you from head to toe... "I mean you're gorgeous... really beautiful... really!" You are flattered by how taken aback I am by your stunning looks, and your cheeks blush a deep red. As I gingerly move past you, into the room, I put my purse down on the coffee table. You take in my evening dress... long, blonde hair pinned up, and a knee-length off-white cotton dress that shows off my tan. You remain speechless, as I again approach you... this time less shyly, and give you a big hug... "It is so amazing to meet you....", I say smiling.. "I never imagined this day would come! We need a drink." I grab you by the hand, and lead you into the room onto the couch. As I take out the champagne, I turn on the TV, and leave the channel resting on Muchmusic for background noise. You take me in as I wrestle with the cork on the bottle, covering it with a cloth before finally popping it so it doesn't fly across the room. I pour some champagne in two classes, and then mix in some cassis from a bottle I brought with me... explaining that this is a kir royale, a French aperitif. You smile whimsically as you take the glass, realizing that your chance to elude this encounter has well past.
I settle in on the couch next to you, and we begin to chat. The alcohol eases both of our nerves, and soon we are chatting like long lost friends, about everything from boys, to shopping, to this really dumb punk band we are watching on Muchmusic. As we talk, we instinctively move closer to each other, until soon our knees are pressed against each other, and I have flung my arm behind you, to rest it along with sofa. Before either of us realize, our glass is finished. Another one, then two follows, and we are starting to get quite dizzy...
Soon, we realize the clock on the bedside table reads 9pm. You bolt up, mentioning something about having to meet some friends for drinks. The disappointment is evident in my face as I follow you to the door. You look so hot, I could eat you from head to toe...
"I thought you were curious about what its like to be with another woman?", I ask, with a sly smile.
"Yeah...", you stammer, "but not tonight... I'm kinda nervous... after all, I've got to meet some friends..."
I keep approaching you, until you are cornered between the door and the wall. I stand but an inch from you, so you can feel my breath on your face as I talk.
"You already told me that... I don't really care about them though...", my voice trails off, as I run a finger up your bare arm, sending shivers down your spine.
"Ever since you walked in the room, I've been imagining what a great kisser you are... You're not going to leave without letting me find out?"
My lips ever so slowly approach yours, as you grunt... "Ungh ungh..."
As my lips press against your soft, full lips, you close your eyes, relishing the sensation of kissing a girl for the first time. You can taste the berry scent of my lipstick on your lips, and my lust overdrive is very evident in my eyes.
"That was..." you begin, but I mash my mouth over yours hard, causing you to shriek with surprise. You can feel my tongue pushing against your lips, literally begging to be sucked into your mouth. Overcome with desire, and almost as if by natural instict developed by years of kissing boys, your lips part, allowing my tongue to flood your mouth, seeking out your tongue. My hands move up to cup your face, as our tongues battle back and forth. I decide at this point that there is no way you are leaving this room tonight, even if I have to tie you to the bed!
I pull away from you, relishing the shocked but turned on look on your face. I slowly lick my lips, as my hands reaches out to push down the straps of each side of your blouse. Your eyes follow my movements, as if watching a movie in slow motion. You can hardly believe that this is happening to you, and is not some figment of your fantasy. I pull down on the blouse, so your rather large breasts pop out over top. As I pull in to kiss you again, My hands begin to massage your voluminous breasts very softly. I don't go for your nipple right away... rather, I rub the under part of the breast, as if weighing it in my hands, and then softly trail my fingers over your nipples, on way to massage and touch the upper part of your breast.
I remove my mouth from yours, our faces wet from each others saliva built up by our passionate kissing. I move my mouth down to your neck, softly kissing and licking along the sensitive neckbone, eliciting a soft moan from your mouth. My mouth trails down further, licking my way down your chest, in between your breasts. I look up at you, and your eyes are closed, clearly enjoying the passion of your first time. My mouth just inches from your hard, protruding nipple, I mischiviously ask you about that date with your friends. You open your mouth to reply, but I close my hot mouth over your sensitive nipple, twirling my tongue around it, as my other free hand massages your other breast, and softly tweaks the nipple. You bite your lip with an "unghhhhh...." I alternate between each delicious breast, enjoying its fullness as I softly suck and bite your nipples.
Your are overwhelmed by the sensations you are experiencing, and rip off your blouse to allow me full access... you grab my blond hair in one hand, twisting it and pulling me harder into your obviously sensitive breasts. I realize that my mascara is running, but I couldn't care a less... Your legs start to buckle, and you feel like you might fall down in your passionate state.
You spring back to consciousness, as my hands swiftly pull down the little black skirt you are wearing, revealing the flimsiest of red silk panties... obviously dampened by your arousal. I begin to kiss my way down your belly, stopping to run my tongue in and around your belly button... you are ticklish, and this makes your squirm. As I begin to pull down your wet, dripping panties, you become very self conscious, as if you fear being totally naked in front of me makes you a dyke or something. You left hand moves down to stop me.... "Please no, not that...."
This seems so silly to me, as looking at your lust-induced facial expression, it is so obvious you want me. Rather, I humour you, and instead put my face between your legs, to lick you through your wet, almost see through panties. You gasp, and loudly moan ... "ahhhhhh...... ", as you feel my tongue working away on your pussy lips through the flimsy fabric. I reach up and grab around your hips, as if determined not to let you escape and run out that door, just inches away. Your knees begin to buckle, and you exclaim "oh!" as I guide you down into a kneeling position, sitting on my face as I lie beneath you. My saliva is making the fabric even more see through, and I can see your clit protruding through it... obviously aroused. I clamp my mouth over it, and suck hard, causing you to cry out an fall forward onto your elbows. Now only your ass is on my face, and it seems like you are fucking my face, grinding your hips back and forth, and squirming on the hotel room floor.
I can tell that all I have to do is insert a couple fingers into you to make you cum. Instead, I decide to tease you. I pull away from you, and sit up in the other corner of the hallway. You sit down also, with an obviously confused, and very frustrated look on your face. I lick my lips, as I peel off my dress, very slowly. You marvel at my breasts, much smaller than yours, but with nipples protruding out at least an inch. I kick my dress off, and then slowly ease my panties down around my ankles. You can see that I have shaved my pussy into a neat little airstrip.
I lie down on my back in the hallway. You notice that we can hear footsteps outside the door, mere feet away. People laughing, going out for dinner. If only they had an idea of the carnal lust unravelling on the other side of the door.
I motion for you to position yourself again, sitting on my face. Your dying to cum, so you glady oblige. You're surprised, however, when I reach up with my two hands, grab you by the head, and begin to guide your face towards my wet, glistening pussy.
"Wait.... no! I'm not ready for that!", you protest. I keep pulling your head down, until I can clamp it in between my knees. Meanwhile, my tongue reaches out and flicks at your clit, causing you emit another frustrated groan.
"If you want to cum, you better start licking me too..." I command. You sigh with great frustration. My tongue again flicks your clit... "God... I want to make you cum..."
The need to orgasm is too great, and you decide to abandon your inhibitions. Tentatively, you move your head down until your mouth is inches from my wet pussy. What will it taste like, you wonder? Will I like it? What will I do to her? Finally, you feel my mouth clamp over your clit, and suck it hard. One hand pulls your head down to guide it to my pussy, as the other begins to massage yout butt cheeks. You stick your tongue out, and softly run it along my pussy lips. You are amazed by how nice it tastes... not like everyone said it tastes like. You duplicate what I am doing to you, and clamp your mouth over my clit, as your tongue playfully dances across it. Our bodies begin heaving together in passion, loud moans and groans as we mash our selves together in a passionate 69. No, you are not the most experienced lover, but your enthusiasm more than compensates. I feel myself going over the edge, and wrap my legs tightly around your head to hold it in place as I fuck it hard. As I bgein to insert two fingers into your pussy, you scream loud into my pussy and begin to cum... ungghhhhh... ohhhhh..... ahhhhh! We scream in unison as a powerful orgasm sweeps through our bodies simultaneously.
You fall off of me, almost limp from the heat of the moment. As we curl up together, I lean over and lick my juices off your face, like a little cat. We then kiss deeply and passionately, our breasts mashing together. We don't move from the floor for another hour, spent by our lovemaking.
Not bad for your first time...
Kisses
Bec