1. Passions Rekindled


    Date: 8/2/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: Strange4Utah, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Then I would whisk her off to a motel room for a few hours of sensuous play. Alright, I admit it. We may never have had intercourse, but we had a lot of fun! We would get to the motel and slowly unpeel each other, kissing and caressing the whole time. Linda loved to wear the sexiest lingerie under her outer clothes. Seamed stockings with a satin garter belt seemed to be her favorite, and she always wore pretty lace trimmed panties in a matching color. She wore these over the garter straps so that they could be removed while leaving the garters attached. On top she would wear either a shelf bra or a peek-a-boo bra so that her hard nipples could be seen through her dress, or nibbled on once the dress was off. If she was feeling particularly playful she would wear stiletto heels, and leave them on while we played. Linda was always in a hurry to strip me bare, and since I insisted she leave that wonderful intimate apparel on (with her whole hearted approval) all I had to do is slide the shoulders of her dress aside and let it drop to the floor to be treated to a living wet dream. I would gather Linda in my arms and lay her in the bed. We would never rush these clandestine meetings. Our kisses were long and passionate; our tongues penetrating each other’s mouths, a fencing match with no loser. She liked to play with my hair with one hand, the other slowly stroking my back. My hands would wander her body like nomads traversing the desert dunes, stopping to linger on a breast, or to ...
    slide under a garter strap just to imagine that I was bound to her in these intimate moments. I would kiss my way along the side of her long graceful neck, across the inside of those perfect teardrop breasts, and take her nipple between my lips. She loved for me to twirl my tongue around the nipple while I pressed in firmly, and follow it with a slow kiss. I would part my lips farther and suck her nipple into my mouth, capture it with my teeth and give it the lightest of nips, then release it and start again. Each iteration I would suck a little harder, and she would moan a little deeper. When I felt her nails start to drag across my skin I would leave her nipples and kiss my way down her stomach, partly because that was her bodies way of saying it was time to progress, partly to keep her from leaving tell-tale marks. A quick dip of my tongue into her navel always drew a quick intake of breath, but by then I was too fixed on my goal to linger. One last trail of kisses and I was down to the softly pedaled rose that blossomed so invitingly. I never turned down the invitation. I would take one long, slow lick across the tip of her clit to gauge her mood. Usually it would be answered with an immediate start of an orgasm, and I would press my mouth and tongue firmly against her, letting her rock her way through the orgasm. Linda would hold my head in place until her orgasm ebbed, and the sensations became too much to take. When she released me I knew it was time to move my tongue ...
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