Rendezvous- A Happy Ending

Lying in bed, the morning sun is streaming through the hotel room window, casting light on our naked bodies, only partly covered by the sheets.  For the past 18 hours we’ve teased each other, fucked, and then fucked some more.  But time is short and we’re both due to the airport and flights home to our respective spouses.

She rests alongside me, her head resting on my chest and her fingers tracing lazy circles on my stomach.  She reaches down to my soft cock and strokes it gently.

I don’t know if there’s anything left, I think you’ve succeeded in draining me dry.

Oh, that’s too bad, I was hoping for one more orgasm before we have to pack and go.

That could be arranged.  Roll over onto your stomach.

She complies, and I reach into my bag for a bottle of skin lotion.  I start giving her a whole body massage, starting at her upper back, working my way down her spine, kneading the muscle that are stiff and tired from the previous days exertions.  As I massage the backs of her thighs and calves, she spreads her legs for me and I can see her pink and swollen pussy and delicate rosebud back opening, both well used the night before.  Her lips are glistening with wetness, begging for my attention.  Not yet…

Roll over onto your back.

I start with her hands, working the lotion in, our fingers intertwined, a pleasant reminder of walking around the city after dinner the evening before, holding hands like young lovers, stealing kisses whenever we wanted.  We’re both far from home, who might see us, after all?  After massaging her arms, I move down to her feet and continuing her massage.  Working my way up her legs, taking my time, her growing wetness is visible and her nipples are hard.  But her eyes are closed and she’s visibly relaxing, not a trace of tension in her body.

I move alongside her, gently running my hands up and down her flat tummy, sending shivers through her as my fingers trace first the underside of her breast, then across the erect nipples.  I lean over and draw one into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the nipple, hearing a moan of appreciation in return.

Please, if you don’t touch my pussy soon I’m gonna have to do it myself!

Don’t worry, I’ll get there soon enough.  And don’t you dare touch yourself.

My hands work their way down her stomach and I start rubbing her pubic mound with the palm of one hand.  My fingers are curled over her lips, one finger slowly exploring her opening.  I continue to explore the rest of her body with my free hand, tracing my finger nails all over.  Her breathing is starting to quicken and her hips begin to move involuntarily.  Rubbing a little harder, a second finger finds its way inside her pussy.

Ohmygoddon’tstopkeepdoingthatI’msocloseohmygooooooooodddddddd……….

A fresh gush of fluid escapes her pussy as her orgasm peaks, leaving a small puddle between her thighs.  I lie on the bed next to her and kiss her on the cheek.

It was  a pleasure meeting you, Jane.  Hopefully we can meet again someday.

[Hopefully, "Jane" and I will get to meet in real life someday.  And now that this story has reaches it's conclusion, perhaps Jane will comment and reveal who this series was written for.]

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In other news, the ever-shameless Britni had her blog discovered by some real-life acquintances whom she’d rather not know about it, so she’s moved to a new URL.  Click here for her new site and be sure to update your blogroll, Reader subscriptions, whatever.

Veronica and I were very happy to discover that while today is a holiday and we’re off from work, PP’s daycare and DB’s summer camp are open today.  So as I write this Veronica is dropping them then returning home.  Yes, a day of naughtiness is planned, and yes, of course we’ll tell you about it.  Eventually…

I hope everyone has a fun and safe Independence Day tomorrow!