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What Might Have Been
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STORY: What might have been
They had been out for one of those company dinner parties and it
was a good evening, where most people ended up having drunk too
much. As it drew to an end they naturally migrated towards each
other. They had sat together at the table and most of the
evening, they spent bantering with each other, a kind of
subliminal flirting. Now returning to the hotel they walked
together. They were both quite relaxed and talked around a number
of different things before getting to the inevitable conversation
about sex. "Talk dirty to me" he said, which led to the customary
jokes about mud & soap.
They walked close together and as they walked he started to
describe to her what he would like to do when they got back and
she murmured encouragement at the parts that appealed to her.
Gradually they both got more excited as they described what would
happen when they got to the room. However, back at the hotel they
decided that the night was still young and it might be a good
idea to go dancing at the night club just next to the hotel.
The night club was small and badly lit. The room was full of
smoke and was dominated by a large - very full - dance floor.
They went to the bar first and ordered drinks, she had a white
wine he a pint of bitter. They stood by the bar for a while
watching the world go by and not really saying much, the music
was far too loud to attempt serious conversation. After a while
he took her hand and led her towards the dance floor.
The music was fast and they danced together spinning around, but
maintaining eye contact. She smiled at him and several times they
brushed against one another. Once or twice he put a hand around
her waist and spun her around. As the music got better and the
night went on more people came onto the dance floor and they were
forced to dance ever closer to one another. Gradually the D.J.
slowed the pace down and then started playing slow records. They
danced very close, face to face, hardly touching to start with
and then, gaining confidence, they held hands and then arms. Soon
he had his arms around her waist and she was holding him around
the neck, looking up into his eyes - something she had not done
much before.
He pulled her closer and she pressed her head against his chest.
He leaned forward slightly and started nuzzling her neck and
ears. She pulled away slightly to start with and then relaxed
into his arms. His hands started wandering and gently caressed
her bottom (<- this is getting rude, ed.!) as she swayed against
him. She looked up again and he kissed her full on the lips - a
long lingering kiss. They pressed their bodies against one
another and as they turned on the dance floor, his leg moved
between hers.
They were both getting quite aroused and were completely unaware
of what was going on around them. As they moved to the music, she
rubbed herself against his leg. His hand came around to the
outside of her thigh and she realised that he had discovered that
she was wearing stockings and a suspender belt. He murmured his
approval and she rubbed herself against him again. he was
obviously getting very worked up at this stage and she was
aware of hard flesh pressing against her hip. They turned slowly
on the dance floor and as they did so they moved slightly apart,
she took one of her hands from his neck and slipped it between
them, pressing hard against the front of his trousers. This was
suddenly too much for him and he took her by the hand and led her
from the dance floor.
As they walked from the night-club, he seemed to loose some of
his resolve, maybe it was the cold air outside, maybe he just
wasn't sure of himself. They walked together, but not touching or
talking, back to the hotel and into reception. Neither was now
sure where this was leading if anywhere, it was almost as if
neither wanted to make the first move and the night-club
dance floor now seemed nothing more than a dream or distant
memory. They each asked for their keys and walked to their rooms.
Her room was on the same corridor as his and she stopped at the
door and looked at him. She looked over her shoulder at him as
she put the key in the lock. "Sleep well", she said. "And you" he
replied. He walked on to his room and as he did so glanced back
down the corridor. She was just closing her door and smiled back
at him. There was nobody else in the corridor, "A quick coffee
before bed?" he asked. (Wow - is this guy for real? - ed.) She
considered for a moment and then replied "Yes, that would be
nice". He unlocked his door and let himself in, leaving it open
behind him. It was about a minute before the knock came at his
door and she came into the room, closing the door behind her. She
walked in and he didn't appear to be there. His room layout was
similar to hers with the bathroom to the left as she came in. The
room opened out to the left and there was a double bed with a low
cupboard either side. On the right hand wall was the dressing
table, with a full length mirror to the right of it. There was a
window in the far wall, with the curtains already drawn.
He was in the bathroom and as she came in he looked at her from
behind. She stood there in a figure hugging black dress, that
finished about 3" above her knees. The sleeves of the dress where
long, coming all the way down to the backs of her hands. She was
wearing black stockings (this much he had ascertained in the
night club) and high heeled black patent court shoes with a small
design above the heel. He had been wearing a Dinner Suit all
evening, but the jacket was now discarded on the back of a chair
and his shoes and socks were on the floor by the dressing table -
he obviously wasn't planning to go anywhere. As she looked around
the room taking in her surroundings, he came out of the bathroom
behind her, put his arms around her waist and pushed her against
the right hand wall, next to the mirror. She turned her head to
the left to look at him and he kissed her passionately, she
kissed him back. He was pressing his crotch against her from
behind and she could tell he was already excited.
She smelt heavenly with her perfume blending with the fragrance
of her hair and the slight taint of liqueur on her breath. He
started to get more urgent and pressed her harder to the wall
with his whole body. She moved her hands down and smoothed them
down the outside of his thighs and he responded by moving his
right hand up and playing with the back of her hair. She had left
her hair untied that night and realised now that it was turning
him on, he had already passed comment about it earlier in the
evening and she could tell by the way he was now massaging the
back of her neck through it, that he approved. His left hand came
up from her waist and started to gently rub her breasts. Almost
immediately her nipples stiffened and he could feel them through
the thin material of her dress.
They kissed again and she slid her tongue between his lips and
explored the inside of his mouth. Her hands started to move round
to the front of his trousers coming between them and she could
feel his hard flesh through the material. This got him more
excited and spurred him on still further. He twisted a handful of
her hair in his right hand and pulled her head backwards. He was
starting to get quite rough and she realised now that there was
no going back. His left hand found the hem of her skirt and
started sliding it upwards, slowly the top of her stockings came
into view, with the suspender strap dark against her pale flesh.
He went on sliding the dress upwards to her waist, all the time
alternating his view in the mirror between her legs and her eyes.
She kept the same expression on her face throughout - a kind of
smiling acceptance of what was happening.
She was wearing very small lacy knickers, with only a 'G' string
back to them and he moved his hand from the hem of her skirt to
the front of her knickers rubbing across her pubic mound. He
hooked his thumb into the waistline and started to draw them off
down her legs, still no resistance. As they passed her knees,
they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. He was now
blatantly staring at her reflection in the mirror and was
enjoying what he was looking at. She slipped her hand behind her
and between them again and unfastened his trousers and zip and
dropped them to the floor, he in turn stepped out of them. She
could now feel his hard erection pressing against the cheeks of
her bottom as they stood in front of the mirror. She felt very
vulnerable as she stood there with her dress pushed up in a pair
of black stockings and high heeled shoes.
Both of them were breathing quite deeply now and from their
dancing previously in the night club, both had got quite turned
on. He took control of the situation and pushed her towards the
bed, keeping a hold on the back of her hair. He motioned her to
kneel across the foot of the bed and she realised that by looking
to the right she could see everything he was doing in the full
length mirror next to the dressing table. He pushed her down on
"all fours" on the bed and stood behind her. He took his penis in
his hand and she saw it in the reflection in the mirror. She
wanted him badly now.
He pushed his erection against her pussy and she pushed back
against him. As she was so excited, she was ready for him and the
tip slid in between her lips with the minimum of resistance. He
pulled it out slightly and she watched in the mirror as he slowly
eased all of it into her wet pussy.
He started to slide his entire length in and out of her, long
slow strokes with a pause at each end. She noticed that he was
also looking in the mirror at what they were doing and the
expression on his face was one of pleasure and excitement. She
realised that amongst other things he was looking at her legs and
was glad that she had worn high heeled shoes. "You like my legs,
don't you", she murmured and then added, "especially with
stilettos". At this she felt him grow inside her and she enjoyed
the effect she was having on him.
He started to move quicker and she again responded by pushing
back at him. She could see exactly what was happening in the
mirror and watched with delight as his glistening shaft slid in
and out of her. As the pace increased he stopped stroking her
thighs and back and hooked his hands into her suspender belt,
pulling her onto him. She could tell from the size of him and the
way he kept throbbing inside her that he was near to coming. He
increased the pace still more and they both moaned with pleasure,
and then suddenly, with a yell, he was coming inside her. He
pulled her tight to him and she felt him expanding and
contracting inside her as he shot his come into her.
They stayed like that for some time until he withdrew from her.
She sat down on the bed and he told her not to move while he
undressed in front of her. She reached up and stroked the hairs
on his chest. When he had finished he pulled back the covers on
the bed and told her to move so that she was sat at the end of
the bed facing the mirror, with her feet on the floor. He leaned
over and kissed her full on the mouth and started playing
with her hair again. This time his tongue explored her mouth.
After a while he knelt down on the floor in front of her. He
gently unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head and
started teasing her nipples and rubbing her breasts. They soon
became hard and he pulled her body towards his mouth and started
sucking and biting her breasts. She tipped her head back in
pleasure and he gradually worked down her body with his mouth at
the same time lowering her back onto the bed. She reached back
behind her and pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and put it
under her head, she wanted to see what he was doing. Now she
could look down at him and see the reflection of them both in the
mirror on the wall.
As he moved down below her waist, she opened her legs willingly
and his tongue found it's way down to where he had just filled
her with his orgasm. The sticky white juices were beginning to
trickle out of her and his tongue busily lapped between the folds
of her lips tasting the mixture of flavours that they had made
between them.
She moaned with pleasure as he started to lick her with long,
slow strokes. She relaxed back onto the bed and lifted her legs
up so that her ankles rested on his shoulders, opening them
further to afford him better access. He brought his left hand up
over her leg and rested it on the triangle of hair between her
legs. He licked up to above her lips and started teasing her
clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He used his left hand to
hold her lips open and eased the middle finger of his right hand
into her welcoming pussy. She pushed her hips back at him lifting
herself slightly off the bed. He pulled her further open with his
left hand and at the same time started sliding his finger in and
out of her. His tongue was licking her clitoris quite fast now,
carefully sensing her moods and applying and releasing pressure.
He brought his thumb into play now sliding it inside her
alternately taking the place of his finger. When it was totally
covered with her juices he slid it slowly round to her anus and
started to rub the moisture around the opening. She was really
enjoying the strange sensations and at the same time felt a
certain sense of disquiet, she felt both abused and satisfied at
the same time and loved it.
He brought his thumb back up and slid it inside her pussy again,
all the time he was stimulating her clitoris and bring her nearer
to the orgasm that she now so desperately wanted. Once again his
thumb travelled down and this time it didn't stop at the opening.
She was very moist and he gently and slowly slipped it inside
her. His hands and tongue where starting to move faster now and
he realised that she was near to coming. Just before she reached
the point of no return, he stopped everything and pulled away
from her. She had stopped breathing in anticipation of what had
been about to happen and she started again with a sudden
exhalation. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. She came
down from the heights of ecstasy and almost immediately he took
up from where he had stopped. It started building up again,
faster, and within less than a minute she was near to the edge
again. This time just before it happened he pulled away his right
hand and concentrated his tongue on her centre of pleasure. His
head was moving up and down and his tongue, pressing hard, was
darting in and out and then suddenly she was coming, in great big
waves of pleasure. He went on licking until it started to hurt
her and then thrust the tip of his tongue deep into her pussy as
her orgasm subsided.
She lay still on the bed and let out a long sigh. After a long
while she stood and they kissed each other, a long lingering
kiss. She removed her stockings and suspender belt and took off
her shoes and they climbed into bed together. They lay on their
sides, he lay behind her with his arm over her and around her
waist and she could feel from the pressure in the small
of her back that there was more to come!
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