1. Dream on


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Mature, Author: Unluckyforsome, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    were watching us intently. Your laugh rang out like a bark. “Thanks for the defence of my virtue. So what have you planned?” Your hand crept across the table to take mine, but I snatched it away, leaving it to rest on my side of the table. “Ahh, planning – this is as far as I got. I thought a quiet drink and see what happened next,” I answered. The waiter appeared with my wine, and he had thoughtfully brought your beer over as well. I kept my head down as I signed the bill, only daring to lift it again when I had the chilled glass of white wine in my hand. Then taking a sip, I looked at you. You were leaning back against your seat. One hand wrapped around your glass and the index finger of the other hand gently stroked your bottom lip. “So this is a semi-social meeting, to see if we both like. Will we then part and go our separate ways? Will I return to my friends and carry on with my evening as if you never walked through the door?” You looked so stern, but your voice was pure sex. Making my nipples harden and my pussy lips started to swell. I was trying hard not to mirror your actions; being aware of the eyes watching from the other side of the room. So I put my hands flat on the table and played with the foot rim of my glass. “Yes, that is exactly what this is. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have ordered room service, and it will be delivered in ten minutes.” Then, standing and picking up my wine glass, I held out my hand to shake yours. “It’s been a pleasure and a joy to ...
    finally meet you.” But you had other thoughts, and rather than shake my hand, you turned it over and gently kissed the back of it in a gallant gesture. Such is the way with dreams, but I neither knew nor cared, about food, your friends or whether you picked up on my body language and hints. So it was completely unsurprising when, later, I stood in the doorway of my bathroom, dressed only in my matching black lingerie, thigh highs and three-inch heels. You sat, still dressed, on the bottom on the bed as I made my way over to you, and I felt your hands cradle my hips as I stood between your knees. You didn’t speak as your fingers teased the waist band of my panties, then they travelled up my back to the catch of my bra. The speed with which you managed to undo the two hooks was impressive, and I only just got my hands up in time to cover and hold the cups in place before it floated to the floor. “Lucy!” The one word spoken as an admonishment. “I’ve waited so long to see these,” you cooed as you peeled my hands away and the flimsy black lace fell to the floor. Then you gathered my tits together in your hands, and you buried your face in their pillowy globes. All I could feel were the vibrations of your groans as they echoed through me. Your mouth latched onto my nipples, first one then the other in quick succession, nipping and teasing, licking and sucking. All the while, your hands were sliding around the waist band of my panties and sliding them over my bum, smoothing around and ...
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