My Weekend Away (Night 2)

Based on Real Events

Photo by DANNY G on Unsplash

After a long day of meetings and presentations, the conference was over and we had the entire evening to ourselves before leaving the next day. Sure, we were supposed to join the team for cocktails and apps to schmooze and network, but we had other things in mind.

I’d spent all day aching for an orgasm. Every time I caught a glimpse of him across the room of conference-goers, I got even more turned on. He’d give me a little, knowing wink, or waggle his finger at me as if to say “not yet.”

If we happened to be in a group that passed by the other, we’d steal touches or he’d come up behind me and press into my back or blow a breath across my neck.

The intensity of his gaze was enough to make me go crazy, but with all those other things, he could have invited me up on stage in front of everyone, stripped me down, and done unspeakable things to me for all to see and I would just be happy to get off.

I’d do anything he asked.

When the last meeting finished, I walked out of the room to find him leaning against the opposite wall, waiting for me. His hands looked as if they were casually in his pockets, but I could tell they were deliberately placed to disguise the bulge that was waiting for me.

I stalked toward him, and could see his pants tenting more with each step.

He cleared his throat and pushed away from the wall, drawing me close. His eyes darting around to see if anyone noticed.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said.

I smiled and glanced down at his growing erection. “I can see that.”

With a slight shake of his head he muttered, “Not that…”

He took my hand and led me up to our hotel room. It smelled of fresh linens and something sweet. On the bed was a tray of chocolate covered strawberries, and champagne.

I turned to him and gave him a delicate kiss before saying, “That’s so sweet, I love it.”

His smile grew wicked. Shaking his head he breathed into my mouth, “Not that…”

He slid one arm and then the other out of his suit jacket, walking over to the dresser. He draped it across the desk chair and placed his hand on the drawer’s nob, but he didn’t open it.

He glanced back at me. “Close your eyes.”

My whole body was vibrating. The idea that he was thinking about me and planning something special without me knowing was an even bigger turn on than whatever he could be getting.

Even though I wanted to peek, I was a good girl and kept my eyes closed.

Movement in the room told me that he was getting something out of the drawer, but I couldn’t discern what it was. A few seconds later, a soft kiss to my neck had me melting into his arms.

He wrapped me up and laid me down on the bed, careful to not disturb the tray which he pushed to the side table. I felt cloth slide across my eyes and he gently lifted my head to tie it on the side.

The sweet scent of strawberry filled my nose as he brought it to my mouth. I took a bite, delighting in the flavor.

He methodically removed all of my clothing one garment at a time, unclasping my bra, sliding my panties down. It was torture of the most amazing kind.

Cold liquid - it smelled like champagne - sprinkled onto my naked breasts and down my stomach, followed by his tongue.

My hands reached out aimlessly, trying to find him - I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, pull him close, wrap myself around him - but they only found air.

“Where are…” I started but he interrupted.

“Don’t make me gag you.” There was as much sweet, playfulness as chastisement in his tone. We both knew being gagged wasn’t necessarily a punishment in my eyes. At home we have several ball gags; at least one of which with an opening so he can slide his dick in if he wants.

His hand lingered on my breastbone as he circled the bed, positioning himself near my head. His upside-down kiss sent shivers through my body, raising goose-flesh.

When he pulled away he didn’t go far. Leaning over me, he licked and sucked each nipple, running his hands all over my stomach and sides. Kneading and squeezing as he went.

I reached out for him and found his fully-clothed torso, so I started unbuttoning and peeling away the layers. He never stopped his work on me, though. When he moved between my breasts and began his descent, he stopped at my belly button.

Champagne had pooled there. He slurped and sucked it all out while I continued to get him naked.

The second I had his pants off, I began rutting around for his dick. I was in the perfect position to take it into my mouth while he stood on the side of the bed, bent over me.

I found his balls first. I took as much of them in my mouth as possible, scooping my left hand under to cup the remaining, and dancing my fingertips over his anus and taint. My right had reached around top and took hold of his shaft at the base, bobbing there as I sucked and licked.