Road Trip
I went to a conference with several people from work. I told my friend where I was because we always keep in touch online or on the phone. You see, I am unhappily married, and I met my friend a year ago. We got together a few times, but I was always the receiver. I guess I was shy about going to places I have never been before, although I really wanted to please her. Well, as it turns out, she had this fantasy about surprising me, showing up at some public event, just to see how I would react and what would come of it.
She showed up at our pub night. She walked in the room, and suddenly the energy in the room changed. I knew something exciting was going to happen, but I never imagined she would fly thousands of miles to live out her fantasy. I spotted her across the room. Her smile lit up the room. I smiled, blushed, and my mind raced. Oh my God, what do I do? How do I lose my peers gracefully? All I wanted to do was be in her arms.
I faked sudden cramps, told everyone not to worry, and ran out of the room. She followed quickly and we raced to the elevator. She was kissing me deeply. Oh my God, how that woman can kiss. Makes me all soft. Anyway, I hit the button to my floor. At the door to my room I fumbled the key card, and we moved into the room. Before I knew it my shirt was off. Her face was buried in my breasts. Meanwhile she had great difficulty unhooking my bra.
In her carry-on bag that she had casually thrown on the floor, she extracted a small feather duster and some powder. She said, 'It's called honey dust'. I soon found out what that meant.
But I reversed our former roles. I dusted the powder onto her lily white body. Starting from her green eyes I kissed here and there, working my way down her body. I was kissing her everywhere, except the place she was now begging me to. Instead, I kissed her inner thighs and gently inserted two fingers inside her wet body. She quickly came, then pulled me up to her face and kissed me deeply.
The rest of the night is much too hot to share at this time. Until part two, happy playing.
She showed up at our pub night. She walked in the room, and suddenly the energy in the room changed. I knew something exciting was going to happen, but I never imagined she would fly thousands of miles to live out her fantasy. I spotted her across the room. Her smile lit up the room. I smiled, blushed, and my mind raced. Oh my God, what do I do? How do I lose my peers gracefully? All I wanted to do was be in her arms.
I faked sudden cramps, told everyone not to worry, and ran out of the room. She followed quickly and we raced to the elevator. She was kissing me deeply. Oh my God, how that woman can kiss. Makes me all soft. Anyway, I hit the button to my floor. At the door to my room I fumbled the key card, and we moved into the room. Before I knew it my shirt was off. Her face was buried in my breasts. Meanwhile she had great difficulty unhooking my bra.
In her carry-on bag that she had casually thrown on the floor, she extracted a small feather duster and some powder. She said, 'It's called honey dust'. I soon found out what that meant.
But I reversed our former roles. I dusted the powder onto her lily white body. Starting from her green eyes I kissed here and there, working my way down her body. I was kissing her everywhere, except the place she was now begging me to. Instead, I kissed her inner thighs and gently inserted two fingers inside her wet body. She quickly came, then pulled me up to her face and kissed me deeply.
The rest of the night is much too hot to share at this time. Until part two, happy playing.
Posted on: 2004-05-04 00:00:00 |
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