..I thought I had messed up with my communication and was trying to make sense of her instruction! Fractions of a second seemed like an age and then I understood....
She backed up her pussy onto my stationary cock - again, slowly - and again, with short flicks of her hot damp lips, taking in my cock just into the exquisiteness of her sex, then a big push back on me. I loved being used for her pleasure like this. Occasionally she would alter the angle with a snake like flex of her waist and I was aware that my face was doing some very strange things when she did this. I wondered if my eyes were looking in different directions or if they had rolled right back in their sockets making me look rather less than attractive, some sex infused zombie. Would either of us break ranks and race off to reach our final pleasure or would we strive to touch eternity together with our trance-like fucking? To leave the other behind and grasp the prize would seem selfish, and spoil the aesthetic...
But then the the game changed, she moved into my other favourite position, lying on her side, one leg up. Holding it to my chest, I felt my masculinity on fire as I simultaneously enjoyed the view of my cock entering her, the developing white ring of her pussy juices - so natural, so right - marking some kind of tide line showing how far inside her I'd pushed, her occasionally biting her lower lip, her boobs moving as I thrusted. Feeling my own hips moving as if in a dance made me feel in control. Increasingly, "doucement" was fading away as we both started to pick up the pace, as if one overtook the other, only to lose the lead again, the gasps started to touch the ultimate urgency only to fall away again until we both lost it completely and fucked each other hard, she pushing with her hands against the wall to power her thrusts onto my cock. I spurted into the condom as she yelped her last, my eyes rolling again.
As I gathered by breath and started to reach for my clothes, my eyes were drawn to a large black panel on the opposite wall....I hadn't looked at it much, but now that I did I saw shapes where there were none before, moving,......
these shapes soon identified themselves as human forms, watching us fuck. The black panel was very dark glass. I was glad to have noticed this at the end, not the start! I guess this hastened my dressing, I said "a bientot" with a kiss, and left, avoiding any eye contact as I reached the cold night air, took in a deep lungful and set off back to my hotel. |
