no reservations, part 2

part 1

Jane and Felicia left their stuff in my room and went off to sightsee. We made a dinner date. Jane insisted it was her treat since she wouldn’t be paying for a hotel, and I accepted.

We met at the restaurant entrance and as we proceeded to our table, all eyes were on us. Well, actually, they were on Jane and Felicia. And those same eyes were wondering who the hell I was to be with them. They were both wearing low cut ensembles, elegant, but showing lots of cleavage.

Dinner conversation was pleasant, and I learned that Jane was divorced and Felicia was single at the moment. I know the food was good, but truly much of the experience was a blur because I was trying my best not to act like too much of a horndog. The fact that Jane kept touching my arm as she spoke didn’t help.

When dinner was over, Felicia announced she was going to check out the nightclub in the hotel, so Jane and I went upstairs. Alone in the elevator, I was quite conscious of the bulge in my pants, wondering if Jane noticed. She just smiled and nothing was said.

We entered the room, and I was consumed with thinking about how to behave like a gentleman through the rituals of bedtime preparations.

I didn’t have much time to think, because Jane unzipped herself, kicked off her shoes and slithered out of her dress right in front of me. She wore a sheer bra that left nothing to the imagination and black bikini panties. She also wore a devilish smile.

She sashayed over, pinned me against the wall, threw her arms around my neck, and what could I do? I leaned in, kissed her softly on the lips, but then proceeded to kiss and lick her neck, working my way up to the place behind her ear. Her arms became limp. I held her waist and moved back to her mouth, gently inserting my tongue and swirling it around hers.

She pulled back, unbuttoned my shirt, and bent her head down to softly rub her hair all over my chest. As she did, I cupped her breasts and ran my thumbs back and forth across the fabric of her bra. Her nipples hardened, pushing the fabric taut. She brought her mouth back to mine, and as we kissed she pressed her pelvis into mine, pushing her panties hard against my imprisoned erection. Then she reached down to touch it. I wore thin wool trousers, making it possible for her to move her hand up and down my shaft, and then reach between my legs to rub my balls.

Jane walked over to the far bed and pulled down the covers. She told me to take off my clothes and lie face down. I did as instructed and heard her removing her underwear. She climbed on, and rubbed her breasts all over my back. Soft breasts caressing my back is such a wonderful sensation, both comforting and arousing. I let out a sigh. She moved down to my ass and over my spread-apart thighs, so I could feel her breasts against my balls.

I flipped over and Jane straddled me, bent down for more kisses and then arched her back so that her breasts hovered over my face. I grabbed them both and began sucking, alternating from left to right and enjoying the feel of her steely nipples in my mouth and hands.

She slithered up the bed, her body in contact with my mouth as she did, until her bush brushed against my chin and her natural aroma filled my breathing passages. She grabbed on to the top of the headboard, pulled up her pelvis and gradually lowered her pussy onto my mouth.

I started lapping at her labia with a full, flat tongue. As they began to moisten and open, I made my tongue pointy and found that place that made her squirm and move her hips. I moved my tongue faster and found a way to get my hands to caress the inside of her thighs with my fingernails.

She had difficulty holding herself up and I had to make subtle adjustments to keep from feeling smothered, while keeping my tongue on its target. Now she was pounding her pelvis into my mouth and all I could do was keep my tongue out and firm, and let her make the movements that would bring her to orgasm. Which she did.

Jane collapsed, her head resting on my chest, breathing hard. But in a moment she turned her head and licked one of my nipples. I sucked in air and my cock, which had relaxed while I concentrated on her pleasure, twitched. She licked the other nipple and then began sucking it, moving her hand up so that as she sucked one, she flicked the other. This brought my cock to full attention. She slid down the bed. She stroked my cock and nestled her head between my thighs. Soon I felt the lovely wetness of her tongue on my shaved balls. She lapped and swirled her tongue around them for some time, while stroking and squeezing my cock. Her other hand stayed on a nipple. I felt myself getting super hard.

She broke off and reached for the drawer of the bedside table. The vixen had managed to deposit some condoms there earlier in the day. She installed one on my cock, spun around and lowered herself onto me in reverse cowgirl. Jane began moving up and down and I moved my pelvis to her rhythm. I felt her hand on my balls and from the movement of her other arm I could tell she was touching herself as we fucked.

She began moaning and I felt a flush of wetness inside her pussy. I felt her start to contract and each contraction brought a sound from her. “Oh…oh…oh.” And with each contraction she squeezed my balls. Then I felt the eruption and Old Faithful shot hot liquid up, but not to be seen until I pulled out and let it dribble down from the condom over my softening cock.

We had some kisses, cleaned up, brushed our teeth, and settled into separate beds. Me alone, naked, but with shorts by my bedside. Jane, now wearing a nightgown, in the bed she would share when Felicia returned from clubbing. We turned out the lights.

I lay awake for some time, in the glow of unexpected sex. I heard the door open and knew Felicia had entered the room.

part 3