1. Christmas Eve in Baltimore


    Date: 12/10/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Boss01, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    never ask,” she said in her sex-voice. She slowly unfastened the buttons; then drew the garment open, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything but an embroidered red lace bra and panties that matched the stockings that I had seen earlier. She swung her leg across so that she was now facing me, straddling my lap. “Do you like them?” In the dim light of the back seat, I could just make out her erect nipples poking at the lace cups. I gazed lower and could discern the outline of the tuft of auburn hair covering her mons. “I love them, sweetheart.” I reached inside the coat and pulled her to me, feeling the smooth warmth of her bare skin in my hands. I kissed her neck, her throat, her chest. She started slowly rocking her pelvis across my hardening penis as she held my head in place with her hands. I brought my hands to the front and felt her breasts, her nipples, through the lace. I started to unfasten the front clasp when she stopped me. “Leave it on for now,” she whispered. “As horny as I am, we don’t have time for you to do all the things that I need, and I don’t want to stop once we get started.” So instead we just made out; until I felt the car slow and turn into some sort of drive. “Honey, I think we’re here, wherever that is.” She quickly re-buttoned her coat, so that by the time the door was opened for us, appearances were all in order. Well, except for the extreme bulge in my trousers and the strong aroma of feminine arousal. Brad just smiled at me. “I’ll ...
    get your bag, sir.” I looked at where we had pulled up; The Four Seasons Baltimore. I knew that I, we, would. I saw Marissa slip Brad something, and then wave to a bellman. Brad leaned over. “I hope you know how lucky you are, sir.” “Every day, Brad, every day.” I looked over at Marissa and smiled. Not just lucky, but the luckiest. He wished us both a Merry Christmas and drove off. “Checking in?” the bellman asked. “No,” was Marissa’s quick reply. “I’ve already taken care of that. We’re on the penthouse level, suite A.” The bellman put our things on the trolley and led us to the elevator. All the way up he tried to keep his eyes averted, which made Marissa act all the more suggestive. By the time he got us to the door to our suite, he was very nervous, and the bulge had returned to front of my trousers. Marissa opened the door with her card key, tipped the poor fellow, and shoved me in. No sooner did the door close than she dropped her coat to the floor. Standing there in the living room area in just her bra, panties, stockings and heels, she looked amazingly erotic. “Merry Christmas, darling. And, um, someone’s a little over-dressed for this holiday celebration,” she said. With her enthusiastic help, I was down to just my undershorts in no time. I picked her up, and with her arms around my neck, carried her to the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed, which she had already turned down. I lay beside her, once again taking in her beauty. We kissed; and this time when I went to ...
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