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Just the Two of Us

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: As--Is Posted on: 30 Jan 2009 1 comments
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She turned me down, no doubt about it! A hotel bar, a woman alone, a horny man (me) would at least ask. I had bought her two drinks and discussed this and that. "Why don't you go two blocks that way and ask one of the professional girls walking the street?" she said. We all have to make a living, and theirs is called the oldest profession after all.I responded, "Why should I pay someone to do what I can do for myself, and maybe better." "Better?" she asked. Wondering why I had volunteered this private and intimate fact about myself, and my sex-life, I said, "Yes!" Linda suddenly was unusually interested in me. I explained. The ladies two blocks over value me to the penny no more than I value them---to the penny. If you had joined me in mischief, we would have valued each other equally in a non-monetary way. "When I do it myself the value is, well, priceless, and selfish as well." I went on.My glass was empty and I thanked her for the company, conversation, and her time. When I turned around in the elevator to push the button for the twenty-second floor, there was Linda. "Share a car? Which floor?" I asked. She looked at the single lighted number, and said same as you. As the elevator doors opened I turned toward my room. Linda followed me. As I pushed my door open Linda asked, "May I join you?" Shocked and pleased I said yes. Closing the door behind her, she asked that we agree we will not touch each other. I gave her a puzzled look.She asked matter-of-factly, "You're going to jack-off?" I said yes. "And I'm going to jill-off, in my room alone, or here with you. Wouldn't it be more fun together?" Trying not to show embarrassing alacrity, I said, "It always is." Linda dropped her purse on the floor, asked for the chair nearest the door and began to unbutton her blouse. Without empty negations or hesitation we were naked in no time. And my cock was standing at attention with military discipline. I'll get us towels I said. "Thanks." She responded. She had full breasts that sagged a little, and big brown nipples. Both of us had "spare-tire" waists, in Hollywood's opinion. Her pussy was covered with a triangle of dark pubic hair. Beneath the hair her labia were full and moist. I could clearly see her clitoral hood. She wasted no time getting down to business. Slowly at first her index and middle finger outlined her thick pussy lips. I joined in running my hand over the inside of my thighs, and alternately stroking my hard-on.Not much was said. I told her how beautiful she was. And meant it. She said I was a very good-looking man. Neither completely believed the other. Nevertheless we both appreciated the compliments! I tried to say something about how turned on I was getting watching her nipples grow larger. Her fingers and pussy began making a squishing sound. I paused and removed a bottle of KY lotion from the nightstand, remarking, "I came prepared." She said, "So did I." And she nodded toward her pussy which was producing its own copious supply of 'lotion.'"Neither rushing nor hesitating we watched each other give extreme pleasure to ourselves. Her tits and stomach blushed with sexual arousal and fell and rose and her breaths grew deeper, and deeper. The speed at which I stroked my cock increased and so did my lust."I'm close!" I announced. "Do it, hard!" Linda responded. Her fingers were a blur of moment parting the hair on her pussy. And came hard: my body jerked uncontrollably, I grunted meaningless sounds, cum was flying. And my delight went on and on."Hot! Sexy! Linda panted. Her opposite hand engulfed her tit and held her nipple between her thumb and index finger.She uttered a series of intelligible sounds as her body stiffened. Her thighs closed gripping her fingers inside her. Her back arched. Eyes closed her face twisted into a mask of extreme sexual pleasure, release, delight, and fulfillment. We sat there together sharing our self-inflected and totally selfish sexual after-glow. I could not move. No one moved. As our normal and even breaths returned, we looked at each other and smiled. No one was counting the minutes before someone spoke. Linda said she should sleep in her own room tonight. In my sated sexual condition, and easily agreed. As she dressed to leave I noticed that she did not wear her panties or bra. There was something exciting about watching her slide her skirt and blouse over her naked body. Heedless of my own nakedness, I walked her toward the door. As the door opened I asked "Which room is yours?" She touched her finger to her lips making a shhhhh sound. "That's a secret." She whispered, and disappeared toward the elevator.