I caught you glancing at me. The way your eyes roamed up and down my body while you sat at the bar drinking your Scotch. I knew you liked what you saw, and to be honest, I liked what I saw as well. After a little while I approached you, had a very short little chat, then grabbed your hand and escorted you across the street to my Hotel room. As soon as I had you to myself in the elevator I kissed you, grinding my hips against yours, awakening your cock. I also made it known that I had seen your wedding ring, you were clearly a ‘very naughty boy’ and I also made it known that luckily for you, I liked ‘naughty boys’. As we came out of the elevator I walked in front of you, pulling my dress down over my shoulders so by the time we had made our way to my door, it was hanging around my waist with my full luscious tits fully exposed. As I turned to give you the full view I opened the door and lead you in. Wasting no time of taking off my dress the rest of the way, presenting myself to you in just my panties, stockings and heels. I dropped down and pulled your slacks from around your waist until I could get my mouth around that surprisingly big piece of dick that you had hidden away beneath your clothing. I spent some time with my mouth wrapped firmly around you, sucking, pulling you toward me so you could slip deeper and deeper down my hungry mouth, until I could hardly fit you in my mouth anymore, before standing up I pressed my lips hard against your shaft, pulling my head back, leaving lovely lip stick stains upon your shaft. I walked over to the dresser, turned away from you, pulled down my panties to my knees and told you to come over and fuck me. You undressed the rest of the way as you came to me. I watched in the mirror as you stepped behind me. Your hand gently running up my back, as you guided your cock to that warm wet opening of my pussy. You said, “I don’t want to hurt you.” I smiled, looking at your reflection and said, “You won’t hurt me. Just fuck me.” I could feel your hard, huge mushroom head slip in. My eyes squinted shut and my breath caught in my throat for just a moment as you pushed inside of me. Upon opening my eyes, and giving you a wicked grin, I told you to just fuck me, and you began to thrust with more and more force until I was almost yelling to the top of my lungs for you to fuck me harder. My pussy was aching and clenching around you, pulling you deeper and deeper inside me, until you came. There was a bit of silence as we both worked on catching our breath. As you pulled out of me, I spoke these final words to you, “Now get your clothes and get the hell out.” lol. I very much enjoyed our call today, and I hope I get another chance to seduce you Mr. G. Until next time…
Janene
Every so often I will get a call from a person who is a bit of a romantic at heart. They do not want me to be dirty, be a Mommy, or be Dominant or anything else other then someone who cares for them and will make love to them. They come home from a very hard day at work, and I greet them, we have some wine, a bit of conversation, a wonderful gourmet meal. I might massage their shoulders, or we will sit on the sofa, talk and kiss. Eventually we end up in our bed, enjoying one another’s bodies, touching, caressing, kissing, whispering loving words in breathless, hushed tones. Some refer to this type of phone play as GFE, but in this case it is completely different, because the dynamic is different. Call it what you will, but all in all some times there is nothing better then to snuggle up, make love, then fall asleep still enraptured in that sweet after-glow.
