We’ve gone away on our first trip alone together, a weekend away and this is this first night. Weeks of touching, flirting, and kissing have led up to this. We get changed in the room before we get ready to head down to an Italian restaurant. Things are still touchy and flirty, bordering on not even leaving to go to the restaurant in the first place. You look stunning in your dress as you walk around the room trying to add the finishing touches to your make up.

My eyes wander across you, working my way upwards from your heels that give you that little more height, past your stockings then onto your dress, following the shape of your body before slowly working my gaze up to your eyes. I walk across behind you in the mirror and hold you from behind, slightly sweeping your hair away from your neck so I can gentle kiss it. You look beautiful tonight, I say. You smile and tell me I look handsome. We briefly kiss before I motion us across to the door. We don’t want to be late for the reservation.

I let the door shut behind me as we both step out into the corridor. I take your hand in mine as we head down towards the lift and wait. The door opens and we step inside, we’re the only ones in. You press for the ground floor. There’s a mirrored back wall to the lift so I turn around briefly to check out your figure from behind, but you glance across at me and catch me doing so and give me a cheeky smile. You look down, which, naturally my eyes follow to be met with you slightly lifting your dress, teasing me, revealing that you’re wearing stockings, neatly held in place with a clip from a suspender belt.

My cock twitches briefly as any other thoughts now leave my head and its filled imagining what you look like without the dress. I smirk, thinking how lucky I am then move in to kiss you as the lift starts to slow. The doors open and an old couple waiting to go up stare at us, smiling, no doubt remembering when that was them on their first night away.

We walk past them and head next door to the restaurant. It’s a slightly chilly night and I pull you close into me to keep you warm on the short walk. I offer you my jacket but you’re happy just snuggled up to me. We’re invited in, seated and served promptly. We chat and flirt over food, touching and caressing hands and slightly playing footsie under the table.

Time flies by as we’re both waiting in anticipation of what’s to come. We’re not just here for food and we know it. The waiter comes back and offers dessert but we both know dessert is waiting upstairs for us. We decline and I ask for the bill. We have that silly argument about who will get the bill, but I insist. You smile before letting me know you’re popping to the toilets. You stand up then walk round to my side of the table, leaning over slightly for a kiss before slowly walking off and I turn to watch you walk away. Your ass looks amazing anyways but, in that dress, and with heels: wow.

The waiter takes the bill, so I wait patiently for you to return. The sound of heels on the wooden floor indicates you’re on your way back so I stand and meet you. A quick kiss and I hold your hand again as we leave the building, taking the short walk back to the hotel. It’s colder now but it’s certainly not going to stay that way for long, especially once we reach the room. We enter the building and stand patiently waiting for the lift; you cuddled up to me and me with my hand resting on the small of your back. We get into the lift and head back to the top floor. We kiss again in the lift, this time with more intent, like we know what it’s going to lead to. Hands start to explore each other’s bodies, mine naturally finding your arse whilst you pull me in closer for a kiss.

The doors open and now we’re only moments away. A quick walk down the corridor to our room and I let us in. You walk into the room, your dress highlighting the sway of your body as you make your way over to the window, admiring the view of the city lights at night. I lock the door, set the lights to low then walk across to join you at the window but the view I’m admiring certainly isn’t the city lights. I’m not here for them. I stand behind you and briefly admire the view with you but whilst doing so, my left hand pulls your body up against mine whilst my right sweeps your hair from your neck so I can kiss it.

The low lights in the room and darkness outside leaves a slight mirrored reflection in the window. I can see your reaction, perfectly mirrored in the glass, the same way you can feel mine against your arse whilst our bodies are firmly pressed together. I see you smile in the window when you feel I’m as turned on as you are, eagerly anticipating this.

As I kiss your neck, you reach around to caress the back of my head, trying to pull me closer to you. I slowly kiss your neck and start to explore your body through your dress. It looks stunning on you but unfortunately it is going to end up on the floor. I stop kissing you and caressing you to run my hands up your body and to şişli escort the zip on the back of your dress.

I slowly, teasingly pull this down, revealing the body I’ve been fantasising about these past weeks inch by inch as the zip falls. I kiss down each new part of your exposed back to the point before the zip reaches the bottom. I run my hands back up and inside your dress to help it fall off. It glides down your body onto the floor and this is the first time I get to see you undressed. I move my eyes back up from the dress on the floor to explore the beautiful woman stood excitedly in front of me.

I gaze up past your heels, over your legs in stockings which I admire, getting the full picture now, not just the brief tease in the lift. I think about how they’ll be wrapped round me shortly pulling us together more. I carry on my gaze, up along the straps of the suspender belt and look at your arse, perfectly decorated with a tiny black thong. Up I go but there is no more clothing, only your beautiful body. My eyes meet yours in the window as I close the gap between us, pulling us close again; you smile as I whisper in your ear how perfect you are.

You smile as I whisper that to you, looking down at my hands which are now exploring your body again, my mouth kissing along your neckline but you turn your head slightly so I can kiss your soft, beautiful lips again. We kiss, still stood in front of the window. It’s quite high up in the building so there’s minimal risk of someone catching us and looking in but at this point, there’s also the risk they could see the start of our passionate night. Who knows what they’d be thinking, a young couple about to passionately fuck each other but we are past caring at this point. We’re only focused on each other.

I go back to exploring your body with my hands, running them up from your waist, over your stomach, lower chest and finally cupping your breasts, slowly massaging them, and starting to play with your nipples. They are starting to react to me, slowly stiffening with my fingers touch. You reach back again, left arm looped back over my neck to keep me pressed close to you whilst your right wanders to the small gap between us and you feel around for the crotch of my trousers. Your reflection in the window smiles as your hand rests on what it was searching for. What you know you are about to make yours. I smile too as your hand starts to slowly stroke me, causing me a growing discomfort as my cock is now straining and trapped against my clothes, almost begging for release, to be out in the open and to be pleased by you.

I use this opportunity to return the favour. My right hand stays on your breast but is now going to have to take turns caressing both. My left has another plan as it slowly wanders down your body, feeling the lace of your suspender belt flow under it on its way to its next destination. It starts to feel the heat your body is emitting as it slowly works its way down the outside of your thong. You shut your eyes and tilt your head back slightly, a little whimper as the weight of my hand on the outside of your thong briefly rubs the fabric along your lips that have been patiently waiting to be touched.

I graze my hand round here, sensitively touching your inner thighs and running my fingers along the edge of the thong, just teasing you with my touch. You start to move your body, trying to move my fingers closer to where you really want to be touched, but I resist this. I’m not here to instantly gratify you, I’m here to tease you, to build up my touch on you, to get you to the point where you NEED it, begging for release to satisfy your urge to cum.

I start to move my hand back up the outside of your thong and slowly rub the fabric against you. The heat my hand is experiencing is something else, a stark contrast to the other which is still massaging your breasts and gently pinching your now hard nipples. The more I rub the outside of your thong the more your wetness starts to soak through it. I love knowing that just my touch is doing this to you. That my teasing turns you on so much. I run my hand slightly further up to the top edge of your thong and slowly slide my fingers between your body and the fabric. My fingers slide down slowly but don’t touch your clit. It’s there, aching to be touched but not yet.

I explore your wetness for a short period, wetting my fingers using you so they’re not as harsh or dry when I touch your sensitive clit for the first time. I slowly slide a finger into you, Jesus you feel so tight on just my finger. This is going to feel incredible on something with more girth. I slowly slide in and out of you for a minute, wetting my hand. Your knees start to bend a little, the arm that was round my neck isn’t there as much to keep me pressed against you, it’s for support in case your legs might not be able to at some point. Your right hand isn’t focused on stroking me now, its wandered back up and is firmly pressing my hand against your breast, nails almost digging into me, but I don’t care right now, this is all, about you.

It’s time I’ve decided for your clit to finally get the touch it’s been begging for and craving. I slowly withdraw my finger from you and run it along your lips a couple of times before tracing my way along them and finding that small nub that will bring you the most pleasure when I focus my attention on it. I listen intently for your reaction to my touch. The small intake of breath, the moan, the quiver, whichever way your body chooses to acknowledge my touch on your most sensitive spot. I know it’s sat right under my finger as you quiver ever so slightly and moan next to my ear, confirming I am in the right spot.

I slowly start to massage you with my wet fingers, running my fingers in small circles around you, gently flicking side to side; varying the levels of pressure I apply to you, carefully testing which combination it is that is going to help you towards your first orgasm with me. I settle on one motion, one firmness, one pressure. The one where your breathing starts to get a little heavier but quicker as well. The one where you start to press your body harder against mine. The one where you start to prepare yourself to hold onto me when you lose control and cum for me.

I work this motion well, occasionally running my fingers back down your lips to wet them before quickly returning to where you need them most. Imagine what anyone catching a glimpse of this scene through the window would think now. A gorgeous woman, stood in her fuck me stockings, practically exposed, writhing and approaching her orgasm for anyone to see.

That is the least of your concerns right now though as you focus on the work my fingers are doing towards bringing you to orgasm. You can start to feel it getting closer, you’re breathing heavier, your body is starting to writhe that little bit extra against mine, your moans just that little bit louder, a little bit more desperate and on the verge of where you could easily let yourself go over the edge and cum just from my fingers, exposed in the window for anyone to see.

Unfortunately for you, I realise this too and I’m not prepared to let you cum just yet. I’m just edging you. Cruelly teasing you. I want the first time you cum for me to be one you remember as one of the hardest times you’ve ever cum. I stop stroking your oh so close clit and place my hand across your sex. The pressure feels ok, but you know it’s not enough to carry you over the edge, despite how hard you try to continue and gyrate against my hand.

“Hmmm, fuck, please don’t stop!!” You sigh longingly, begging almost. Hoping more than anything that I quickly change my mind whilst you’re still on that edge and that I’ll push you over.

I don’t submit to your urges just yet, there’s plenty of time for that. I slowly remove my hand from you but slide it up slightly away from your thong and round the waist band. I free my other hand from your breast and slide that under the band on the other side as I crouch behind you. I slowly remove your thong, slowly sliding it down your legs onto the floor. I kiss round your arse, appreciating its shape and firmness then down the top parts of your leg to your stockings as the thong slides past. I briefly glimpse at it on the floor, the centre of the fabric a much darker colour where your wetness has gathered.

I kiss back up your body again then reach round your waist and spin you round. This is the first time I’ve seen you from a front view that wasn’t a reflection and I take a second just to drink in the sight of you. Damn you’re gorgeous. I look back in your eyes then pull you in to kiss me again.

You loop your arms over my shoulders and hold the back of my head as we kiss passionately starting to run your hands through my hair. My hands run down your body, gently cupping your arse but there’s an ulterior motive. I pull away from kissing you and bend slightly to pick you up. Your legs instinctively clasp onto my waist and arms cling firmly to my neck at the surprise manoeuvre. I smile and walk us away from the window for the first time. There’s a desk in the corner of the room with the mirror on and I carefully perch you down on the edge.

You don’t let go with your legs though as you’re still trying for just any part of me to touch your still aching and wanting clit, but the feeling is subsiding slightly. All you’re really doing is spreading your wetness on the front of my trousers, almost marking your territory of what you intend to make yours. That doesn’t bother me because I know very shortly that you will be there again and this time, you will get the release and pleasure you desire so much. We kiss again on the table but now you’re going to see what my mouth can really do. It isn’t all just cheeky jokes and crap American accents from our dates, it’s something far more meaningful, more desirable, more wanting, more pleasurable for you.

I kiss down your neck and start to work my way down your body. Your breasts are first as I kiss around them, slowly caressing them then flicking, sucking on your nipples with my tongue and mouth. I pay a bit of attention to them but they’re not the main attraction for my mouth. I move on and slowly kiss down you, gradually falling to my knees in front of you and I keep your legs spread for me by putting your stocking covered legs up on my shoulders.

This is the first time I’ve seen you without your thong on and I have to resist every urge I have just to bury my tongue in your wetness. To taste you and to please you instantly. It’s coming but not just yet. I kiss around you, like I did with my fingers but with a bit of warmth from my mouth offering you a new sensation this time.

I kiss up and down your inner thigh, gradually teasing you that this feeling is coming closer to where you desperately need it to be. I kiss along the line between your sex and your legs, coming closer to what you really want then to move in, slowly taking your lips in my mouth, sucking on them, licking them, and finally tasting you.

My arms hold your legs over my shoulders in a grasp, keeping you firmly in place. You rest one hand on the desk to prop yourself up whilst the other is clasping a clump of hair on the back of my head. Holding me against you firmly, giving me no choice but to pleasure you, not that I want to do anything different this time. Your actions suggest that you’re not going to let me deny you, that if I try that shit again, you’re going to get an orgasm off me whether I like it or not. I like your determination but it’s misplaced. This time it’s happening for you.

I kiss around you again and gradually work my tongue to where it needs to be. It’s still sensitive and you let out a lovely little moan once my tongue finally connects with your clit. I explore my technique again, trying different things to find out what you like, how you want to be flicked, tip of my tongue, flat tongue, any, or no suction. I love being here, in control but not quite. You taste amazing and I’d spend hours doing this. I listen to your body’s reaction to my tongue’s touch and set about bringing you the orgasm you desperately need.

You teased early in our conversations that being a teacher, there would be some enunciation lessons at this point but somehow, I think you’ve forgotten all about that, nor could you give a fuck about even spelling enunciation right now. You’re only focused on my tongue and how good it feels for you, sensations starting to overtake your body. You were close last time and there wasn’t much of a cool down period so it doesn’t take too long to get you to the point where you feel like you could cum again.

You’re far more desperate this time, it must happen, it feels too good not to. I keep going at the pace I’m going as I can tell it’s working, not slowing down nor speeding up. The grasp you have on my head gets firmer, your moans more frequent, heavier, and louder. I can tell it’s not far off for you, so I keep going but take a firmer grasp of your thighs with my hands, I know what’s coming. A few licks later and it happens. You contort up in a way where you don’t know whether to arch back and grind yourself into my face or hunch forward and grab my head with both hands to try and hold me against you, moaning in ecstasy as you do.

Either way, it’s difficult for me to tell which one you’re doing at the angle I’m looking at you from and nor can I move my head now that your thighs are violently clamped round my head. I briefly keep licking the way I had been before but slow it down as your orgasm subsides as you start to unclench, allowing me to be less deaf again.

I smile up at you now you’re free to ensure you’ve enjoyed that well deserved orgasm. You smile back, trying to catch your breath and as you do, I take a cheeky lick of your now overly sensitive clit, causing a little tremor that is a torturous mix between pain and extreme pleasure, along with causing the brief worry I might do it again. I smile and move away kissing down your thighs so you know you’re safe from my teasing, for now.

I move back up your body, kissing again as you recover from your orgasm. You pull me up further and kiss my lips again, tasting yourself on them. We kiss on the desk for a minute or so, wrapping your arms and legs around me whilst I rest my hands on your waist until you feel in a steady state continue. I smile at you then you look me up and down. You realise up until now, you are the only one who is naked, the only one exposed, the only one coming down off an orgasm.

You push me away slightly and hop down carefully off the desk onto your heels. You pull me in and kiss me again but this time your hands have more urgency about getting me out of my clothes, to make things equal in the room. I’m clothed and you’re naked but it’s you with all the power now. My blazer is quickly deposited on the floor, closely followed by my shirt. You run your hands across my body this time, exploring me, still kissing me but the aim is to undo my belt and free up the part of me you want. The part that’s aching for you.