1. Unknown Admirer


    Date: 2/15/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    my way around a woman's body. It has been a long time since a man has pressed all her buttons like this. " Oh My God, don't stop," she said breathlessly as I tease her hard nipples expertly. She moans as I pinch them hard between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. Then I start to slide her dress down her arms. Megan struggling to pull it back up. " We can't do it here, there isn't any cover," Megan gasps. " Let's go to Ritz Carlton. I have a corporate suite there." I said. I walked into the living room and stopped in my tracks. Megan is standing there naked. Her full and shapely body exposed to my view for what I realized is the first time in a very long time, and what a magnificent shapely body she has. My eyes raking over those magnificent firm breasts that showed no hint of any sag. Her waist is small, over rounded hips, but her legs are breathtaking. Long, full, shapely, enhanced by the golden tan that covered the whole of her body I noted. She must have been sunbathing naked. A surprising thought for a woman I appreciated is sexually naïve and conservative. All the more surprising that she is standing there naked in my hotel suite living room. My eyes finally ceased devouring that magnificent example of 30 year old womanhood and looked into her eyes. Behind that classic beauty I recognized the fear and insecurity that seems at times to overwhelm this her. She allowed herself to be led to my bedroom, her heart seems ready to beat its way out of her chest. Her ...
    nipples have become erect, thickening with heat and blood her nipples are aroused. She blushes at the thought that if I look I would be able to see how excited she has become. I opened an oak paneled door, and led Megan in and she stopped in her tracks. To describe the room as opulent is an understatement. Her attention is riveted on the large canopied bed. Dark, varnished, carved oak posts marked each corner of the bed. Supported by intervening beams, purple cloth seems to shine, and she wonders if it is velvet. It is trimmed in gold with tasseled bobs hanging in a fringe. The bed itself is, like me huge. The coverlet is light and airy as befitted the hot climate of Dallas. To Megan's surprise it is a gaily, colored panorama of flowers. Now as she sought to push me away, she is reminded just how strong I am. While one part of her told her to be sensible and remember that it has been a long time since she has been with a man. Another stronger, suppressed emotion fluttered to the surface. This man is so strong it is sending wicked signals to her pussy. She fought to control that irrational reaction. She is a career woman, an intelligent educated woman. She is happy. I tilted her chin, my mouth descending. With a fierce passion my tongue darted into her mouth. Her senses depart and she kisses me back. Her lithe and nimble tongue seems to have a life of its own as it met my tongue, darting and challenging. As she berated herself she breathed in my masculine presence. My demanding ...
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