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The End of Atlanta & Houston
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From : Sweet Sister 69:5100/3 17 Sep 93 18:09:20
Subj : The end of Atlanta & Houston 1/2
Hello All!
"Hello. Atlanta. Houston here. One lone eagle flew in this
afternoon. Meet me in suite six-three-two when you can. If I'm
not there when you arrive, I'll instruct the front desk to issue
you a key. You could take a little nap and wait for me. I
shouldn't be too terribly long."
And true to your word, a key awaits me at the front desk. Picking
up my briefcase, I begin the trek to your suite.
Nervous, I fumble with the key, nearly dropping it, as I slip it
into the lock. With a little "whishhh", the door opens.
Closing the door behind me, I walk to the nearby table, and pick
up the note you've left for me there.
"Hi Atlanta...Wish I could have been here to
greet you personally, but I had a few errands
to run and commitments to keep first. Make
yourself at home nonetheless. You could slip
into something a little more comfortable and
take a nap, if your like...just promise you'll
be here when I return. I can't wait to see
you. As always, Houston."
Slipping the note into my purse and picking up my briefcase once
again, I walk softly about the suite. Upon entering the bedroom,
I spy your valises on the stand against one wall and a pair of
dress shoes tucked neatly underneath. Laying my briefcase and
purse upon the first valise, I shed my shoes, placing them neatly
beside yours.
Padding softly about in nylon covered feet, I make my way to a
closet door intending to find a spare hanger for my jacket and/or
clothing. Inside hang clean shirts, suits and spare ties. Gently
running my fingertips down one lapel, I pull it closer to me,
savoring the hint of aftershave or cologne that lingers.
Momentarily daydreaming, I begin removing my suit and blouse,
hanging them neatly beside yours. Walking back to my briefcase,
I open it, remove the new negligee and discard my bra, slip,
panties and nylons. Picking up my toiletry kit and negligee, I pad
softly into the bath.
Setting everything down on the counter, I see your shaving and
toiletry items already laid out and yet another note beside them.
Hi, Atlanta...Why don't you take a soothing
shower before your nap? I wish I could be
here to lather your body myself. Always,
Houston."
With a mischievous look upon my face, I pick up your razor, taking
it into the shower stall with me. As the water gently showers my
body, I lather my legs and proceed to remove any possible stubble
from them with your razor, knowing full well that once I have used
it on my legs, it will pull like hell when you attempt to use it
again (just another way to make sure that you won't forget me
easily once this evening is over!!).
After rinsing thoroughly and turning off the water, I pull a towel
off the shelf to dry myself. Quickly, I apply some Tom Kitten
Creme to my skin, pat the back of my neck and hair dry, then it's
a thorough brushing of my teeth and some mouthwash. I slip the
negligee over my head adjusting the neckline in as seductive a
manner as I can muster, hang up the wet towel to dry and touch-up
my hair and face.
Picking up the note, I pad softly back into the bedroom and deposit
it into my purse along with the first. The room feels a little
warm, so I adjust the climate control to a more comfortable level.
Turning to look at the bed for the first real time, I see that one
side has already been turned back and there is still another note
upon the pillow.
"Hello, Atlanta. Houston can't wait to see
you between these sheets. Slip your buns in
between...and dream. Always, Houston."
Tucking the note into my purse with the others, I pad back over to
the bed and slide right in. The sheets are crisp and cool to the
touch. I think to myself that there is no way in hell I am going
to be able to sleep at a time like this, but the briskness of the
day catches up with me and I am soon dreaming of you...lips gently
touching mine...a hand soothing my face...the sheets gently pulled
back from my body...a soft velvety sensation over my breasts and
nipples making them ache with desire...a voice whispering softly,
"Hello, Atlanta.".
I think that I am dreaming a heavenly dream, but something tells
me that this isn't a dream and that I should open my eyes to be
sure. I do just that.
Your big brown eyes greet me with a warm embrace and your lips meet
mine once again in a gentle kiss, drinking each others nectar.
Momentarily parting, you sit down beside me on the bed. I notice
the room is dimly lit by the bedside table lamp. Did I sleep that
long?
I ask, "How was your day?".
You say, "The day is much better now that we're together.", then
kiss me softly on the mouth.
And with the flourish of one hand, you produce a single yellow baby
rose bud. Laying it across my chest and abdomen, you whisper,
"Hello, Atlanta. I'm sorry it's taken so long for this moment to
arrive. Did you miss me?"
Savoring the delicate rose scent, I slowly lay it on the bedside
table, then reach for you. My hand touches your beard, stroking
it softly, as you lean toward my lips to kiss them once more. Your
tongue searches for mine and the warmth it finds.
Your hands gently caress my shoulders, trailing downward over my
breasts. Your fingers find my nipples beneath the satin and lace
of the negligee, bringing them to acute arousal. My back arches
spontaneously in an effort to bring you yet closer to my breasts.
Your lips and tongue trail wet kisses down my neck to my shoulder.
With a slow tug of your teeth, each strap is untied. Slowly, you
peel down the negligee top and expose my breasts to the cool air.
Instinctively, my hands reach to cover my nakedness. You pull them
away gently and remove the negligee completely this time.
Momentarily rising to stand by the bed, you strip from your
clothing as I watch in awe. Your own excitement is most apparent.
"What did you do with your Tom Kitten Creme?", you ask huskily.
"It's in my black bag over there.", I answer.
Within seconds you have retrieved it and are kneeling beside the
bed. I hear the sound of the lid being unscrewed and soon you are
rubbing my feet with it, sliding your fingers in between my toes,
soothing my arches. Your hands glide easily up my shins, knees,
thighs, kneading away the fatigue and tension that has built up
over the week.
Gradually you continue to work your way upward, occasionally
halting the process when dipping into the jar for more Tom Kitten
Creme. Your hands work my stomach, hips, and rib cage, then begin
an intense massage of my breasts and nipples. My back arches to
meet your manipulations...breathing becomes more shallow...moans
escape at random.
You lean over and kiss me deeply upon the lips. Our tongues
entwine in search of more of one another. My fingers bury
themselves in the fur of your beard as I try to draw you yet
nearer.
Breaking away from my grasp, you slowly lower yourself headfirst
down the length of my body. Hands separate my thighs and fingers
probe in search of the trigger to my excitability. Your tongue
soon flickers within my steamy wetness and shivers are sent
throughout my body.
Grasping your lower leg and thigh, I invite you to straddle my
body, placing you at a most opportune position. My hands may now
squeeze those tight little buns of yours, then slip in to warm your
balls and tease your anus.
I slide my tongue up the length of your cock and with a little
flick, catch a drop of seminal fluid from its tip. Now with just
the head of you in my mouth, I begin a slow steady sucking motion
until you are completely engulfed. I can feel every ripple in its
length as I slide it in and out of my mouth, giving it gentle nips
here and there.
In the meantime, you have buried your head between my thighs and
are concentrating heavily upon my clitoris, slowly circling it with
the flat of your tongue. My body has come alive in your hands and
mouth. The tip of your middle finger has slightly edged into my
anus as your thumb probes the tight wetness of my vagina.
I know that I will soon cum, but I don't want that to happen just
yet. I long to have you deep inside me. I want to know what it
feels like to explode with you inside of me.
Almost as if you could read my mind, you withdraw completely from
me. Rising to your knees beside me, you direct me to roll over and
put my arms above my head. I oblige your every whim. There is the
rustle of plastic -- ah, yes, the condom -- and I know that soon
I will have what I really want...or so I think.
Next, I feel your slippery hands applying the Tom Kitten to my back
and shoulders, then down to my creamy white buttocks, massaging
them, kneading them, gently patting them. You lubricate each cheek
liberally, each orifice.
With an arm about my waist, you pull me upward onto my knees. Your
nipples and "fur" rub against my back. Your hand slips down to my
clitoris once again and begins its familiar slow motion. Your
mouth finds the nape of my neck and earlobes, playfully licking and
then biting them. Another hand squeezes a breast, pinching the
nipple between thumb and forefinger.
At this point, this is not a gentle session. This has become a
session of urgency, of instinctual dominance, of wanton lust and
need.
With a downward motion, you push me into the proverbial "doggie"
position. Your fingers locate the opening to my vagina and with
one massive thrust you impale me with the full length of your cock.
Your hands lock onto my hips so your angle and momentum cannot be
broken. A cry escapes my lips as pleasurable pain fills my body.
Deeper and deeper you thrust into me. You spread my buttocks apart
to gain deeper penetration into my tight wet pussy. A hand
releases one hip and an index finger begins to rub my clitoris once
again (how do you manage to do all this?).
Soon, the familiar sensation begin at the backs of my knees and
balls of my feet. I know that I will not be able to hold out much
longer and I tell you just that. But you say you're not done with
me yet.
I am on the brink and you know it. Animalistic urges take over my
body as I meet you thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. My pussy
is hot and wet and tight...and it is ready to explode. Your rhythm
increases and my body can take no more.
As my toes begin to curl, body locks up tightly, and vaginal
muscles constrict about your cock, the first preliminary wave flows
through me. Abruptly, you push me away from you, shoving my face
downward into the pillows, raising my posterior higher. Grabbing
my buttocks in both hands, you quickly spread them apart, exposing
me, lining me up with the head of your cock. And as yet another
wave overtakes me, you grab my hips once again, ram your cock full
length into my ass, and pump.
The combination of orgasm and pleasurable pain is overwhelming.
Wave after wave racks my body. It surges throughout every nerve
ending. I am oblivious to what is being done to me now. I feel
nothing but the orgasm itself.
You continue to pump your cock into my ass at a rapid pace. A hand
smacks at my buttocks with each withdrawing stroke while the other
has reached under to pinch the nipple of a bouncing breast.
Your rhythm quickens yet again and soon you, too, will find
release.
In a final frenzied flurry, you pump one last stroke into my ass,
then withdraw. Clutching my ass cheeks in your hands, you slide
your throbbing cock between them and squeeze them tightly around
it. Your pumping then continues until finally...release comes.
We both collapse upon the bed, exhausted, and sated...for now,
maybe?
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