1. PHL>LGA Part 1


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Cheating, Author: BartenderBob, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    ask her, "What would you like to do?" She chuckles and looks at her lap. "What would I like to do, or what should I do?" she responds. "Well, how about we start with what you want," I suggest. She stares into my eyes, giving me a lusty look. I can see her neck going red. She digs into her purse and pulls out a room key. She slides the card across the table and says, "1947. Give me a few minutes to freshen up". Then she turns and walks into the lobby. Holy shit. My heart is racing and my mind is reeling. I can't believe that actually happened. I'm excited and nervous all at once. Should I? Shouldn't I? What if it's some kind of trap? I walk into the lobby and pace. How long do I give her? Do I knock? I decide 10 minutes is long enough, so I head up in the elevator. I arrive at her door. 1947. I slip the card into the door and open it slowly. I poke my head in to see her sitting on the bed, in a white robe, with the TV on. She looks at me. I can see her chest rising, even though she is looking so casual. She clicks the TV off and comes to the door to meet me. I close it behind me. I start to say something but she walks right up, wraps her arms around my neck, and draws me in for a deep kiss. My hands move to her hips to pull her closer. The kiss is deep and passionate. It feels like a release of all the built-up tension of getting to this point, to this moment: when it changed from 'if' to 'is'. We kiss deeply and she grinds herself against me. Our chests rising with our heavy ...
    breath. Our tongues fill each others' mouth, wanting more. She lets out a gentle moan as I slide my hands over her ass and pull her harder against my pulsing shaft. I slide my hand up her side, to the swell of her breast. She breaks our kiss and steps back. "Wait," she says. Her heavy breath through a sideways smirk. She steps back again and looks down to the sash of her robe, opening it and letting the robe drop to the floor. Her white thong and white lacy push-up bra are a beautiful contrast to her tanned skin. She is lean, strong and well-manicured. Clearly crafted and maintained with the utmost of care. She looks up into my eyes as I'm drinking her in. "You like?" I nod, with a hungry look. I want it all off and I step forward to make it happen. She puts her hand on my chest, "Not so fast. It's my turn". She steps in and begins to unbutton my shirt. With each button she kisses and sucks on my chest. She un-tucks my shirt and spreads it open, locking her lips on my nipple. I flinch when she takes it between her teeth. Her hands wander down and rub my shaft through my pants. I groan as she squeezes her fingers around my pulsing cock. She tugs at my belt while working my shaft with her other hand. She pops my button and unzips my fly, then slips her hand under the elastic of my boxers. "Mmmm...you like that?" She teases as she bites my lower lip. "I've been waiting all day to taste you," she says, as she slides down to her knees, running her fingernails along my chest, and ...