Lynn - Part 2

In her room... The elevator ride seemed interminable, although in reality is was just a few seconds. A few seconds that turned out to be important to what was to ensue, however. "Listen," she said as the doors closed, "I don't usually mess around with married guys so how about if we just do the 'watch and be watched thing,' OK?" "Absolutely. Whatever you're comfortable with," I replied. Seeming relieved at my response, she giggled, saying "I'll be a lot more comfortable when we get in that room." The elevator doors opened and once again we were literally running through the hallway. She already had her key card in her hand and in seconds her door closed behind us and we were alone. Alone and incredibly aroused. For a second or two we stood facing each other, not speaking, our rapid breathing giving ample voice to our desire, our impatience, our mutual need. "Let's get naked," I invited. Wordlessly, she stripped off her top, unzipped and dropped her slacks while I did the same. Without hesitation, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it off, revealing her small but perfectly formed breasts, tipped with two nipples that were like fresh strawberries on mounds of vanilla ice cream. She cupped her breasts in both hands, pinching and rolling her nipples, then looked expectantly at my bulging boxers as she slid one hand down inside her bikini panties. Quickly I bent down and pulled off my socks, then slowly, smiling, teasing just a bit, I took my boxers off, revealing to her hungry eyes my rigid cock. Her hand was moving rapidly inside her panties, then, quickly she slid them down, showing me the most gorgeous, the most inviting cunt I'd seen in a long time. A small tuft of dark hair barely covered the top of her mound, her lips were cleanly shaved, her clit just barely visible between her wet lips. We stood but a foot or two apart, not saying a word, devouring each other with our eyes. "Just for a second, let's break my rule...I want to touch you, feel how hard you are...and you can touch me..." She didn't wait for me to respond, she didn't have to. She reached for and grasped my cock, holding it tightly. At the same time, I reached for her, my left hand cupping her breast, my right touching, exploring and gently rubbing her cunt, feeling her warmth and wetness. She stroked me, I slid a finger inside her, my thumb on the hard nub of her clit. For a full minute or two we explored each other, writhing, thrusting, moaning. I was afraid that I'd cum right there if this went on any longer. "OK, we'd better quit or I wont' want to stop," Lynn said, releasing my cock with seeming reluctance and stepping back. "Just a minute, don't move, I'll be right back," she said and quickly went into the bathroom, emerging in just a few seconds with a hotel-sized bottle of body lotion. She poured some in her hand and once again grasped my cock, stroking it just twice. I felt as if I was going to explode and there was no denying my disappointment when she stopped stroking. Again we stood facing each other, both of us now openly and eagerly masturbating. With one hand he fondled her breast, gently pinching the nipple. Her other hand was busily pleasuring her cunt, a finger buried deep inside, the heel of her hand rubbing her clit. "Pull the chair over to the side of the bed so you can sit in it and I'll lay down so we can both watch," she suggested and I quickly complied. I sat down, propped my feet on the side of the bed, my knees apart, my slickly-lubed cock throbbing. She arranged the pillows so that she was lying sideways on the bed facing me, her knees bent and thighs spread wide, exposing her pink inner lips, bathed in her wetness. As if on signal, we began to masturbate, losing ourselves in the lust and eroticism of the moment. Lynn now had both hands between her legs, one rubbing her clit, the other fingering her cunt. I was stroking, slowly, wanting to make this experience last. She was moaning softly now, then began to talk to me in a low, throaty voice, almost a whisper. "Do you like to watch me? Do you like to look at my cunt?" Saying that, she stopped rubbing and fingering and spread her lips wide apart. "Look at me, I want you to look at it, really look at it...do you like it? Does my cunt turn you on?" As you, dear reader, might imagine, I was going crazy. This hottie, this pixie, this most desirable young woman, this lust-filled sexual being, was not only naked, not only brazenly and wantonly masturbating with me, she also obviously liked to "talk dirty," like raindrops and roses and warm woolen mittens, one of my favorite things. "Yes, show it to me, show me your cunt, spread it open for me, baby...finger it, slide your finger inside...yes, do it, do it!" "I want to see your cock, show it to me, show me how you jack-off...oh god, that's so fucking sexy...I'm loving this, I really, really am!" Faster and faster our hands moved, as if in unison. Lynn was moaning, seeming louder and louder with every motion of her hands. She was writhing on the bed, rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt, her back arched. I was doing my best to keep pace, yet delay my orgasm, which was becoming more and more of a struggle. I noticed her thighs begin to tremble, then her entire body, as if she were having a seizure. "Omygawd, omygawd, OMYGAWD," she moaned, then clamped her thighs tightly together and her entire body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. It was all I could do to delay my own orgasm; I stopped stroking and just watched as she came and seemingly came again and yet again. While she was still in the throes of orgasm she moaned, loudly, "cum for me, I want you to cum, stand up and cum on my cunt, do it now, omygawd, please, do it NOW!" In a millisecond I was on my feet, leaning over the bed, stroking my cock faster and faster and in a matter of seconds I came, intensely, spewing my hot cum on her thighs, her belly, her cunt which was now, once again, spread wide open. Then I collapsed on the bed, spent, drained, ecstatic. We cuddled, neither of us speaking, just holding each other as the intensity of our orgasms slowly ebbed. She was first to break the silence. "That was just amazing...damn, that felt good...I love your cock." "You're pretty amazing yourself, I responded." We lay together for several more minutes, then slowly returned to reality. "I've gotta get up really early in the morning to catch my plane," Lynn whispered, and I knew that our night was over. I pulled her close to me, locked my lips on hers and we kissed, deeply, passionately, hungrily, our hands exploring each other. And then it was over. A deliciously erotic evening, one I'll never forget. In the weeks following, we stayed in touch by e-mail and even risked a couple of phonesex sessions. After a couple of months, Lynn was again involved with a boyfriend and told me that she didn't "feel right" continuing our relationship, such as it was. A few months later, she changed jobs and I've not heard from her since. Many, many times I've masturbated, remembering our evening together, a memory that will last forever