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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Another fantasy musing, I hope you all enjoy;
You pour me a glass of wine, as we slide into the hotel bar booth. I'm feeling so naughty, knowing the lingerie secret I have. I'm wearing something bold & sexy that I know you'd like me to wear, yet we never got there before. Your arm runs along my shoulder & around, hand slung over my boob. You know your entitlement to touch means I won't stop you, but you love testing my resolve knowing you openly feeling my boob, plucking and rubbing my nipple through my dress in the bar is going to get me feeling so embarrassed. My cheeks & chest flush rosy, I don't know where to look. I'm trying so hard not to make eye contact with anyone since if they look they will see you, see my nipple hard & visible. I'm biting my lip & squirming to not tell you to quit it. You chuckle and kiss my neck. Fondling me while we enjoy our drinks. Your other hand grabs my thigh, slides up under my dress. I gasp as your knuckle grazes my gstring, hard. I'm so flustered. Again & again, right there in the bar you're groping my boob, nipple, rubbing my clit through the lace. I'm trembling,gushing in shock. Then your finger is under it, probing me, because you can. Suddenly your hand fists my gstring and tugs hard, ripping it clean off. I'm speechless as you put it in your pocket. Staring at me, taking in my shock, seeing the power you have over me. I breathe heavy, chest heaving. You relax, hand resting on my boob, lightly thumbing my nipple but it's a slight reprieve. I'm fired up & so sexually frustrated. I try to distract you, I kiss & nibble your ear, whispering that I've a present for you later & I hope you'll like it. While my hand wanders down your side, over your thigh... stroking my nails all over your crotch under the table. My strokes getting firmer over your tip as I can feel you getting harder for me. I love feeling you grow, knowing it's all for me, to make me take each delicious inch! But my brat's in full swing so I press a little, shaping your dick, rubbing it, then pulling away. You chase me fast, with your hand grabbing my boob hard to pin & pull me in for a smokin' kiss. We come up for air, I gulp the rest of my wine to cool off, you doing the same with your drink. I'm overwhelmed yet smile. My brat is on form... I tell you I'm popping to the loo, poke your side to shoo you & leave the booth.
5 mins later your phone beeps & the first pic arrives. A hip covered in a strip of glossy PVC & sheer black lace... Another beep; a message that says "I'm in the room, waiting for you..." You smile like a hunter that spotted prey. Yet $h!t you don't know what room. You send me a barked text back that says "Room?"
Another pic, this time the curve of my boobs, my nipples so hard & visible under more slick PVC & lace panels that run down my body... Another message telling you "I brought all my toys for you, you can use whichever ones you want on me, in me"
Now you're getting hungry, so you ring me, I reject your call. Then my voice notes start coming through. You can hear them getting wispy the more my desire shows -
"I want you so much, I can't wait to let you do whatever you like to my body.."
"I'm stroking my nipples, the PVC & lace feels sooo good against them as they are so hard & it's so tight. Need your mouth on them"
"I'm so wet for you, waiting all for you, my body wrapped in the naughtiest lingerie for your eyes only"
"I'm Spread in this hotel room... Aching for you. So wet & empty, needing your cock, wrapped like a pretty toy. Your sinful f*cktoy."
Another picture. This time a finger sliding under the PVC & lace to stroke my exposed clit.
I'm giggling as I keep provoking you. Knowing I'm in so much trouble when you find out the room number. That I'm surely going to get fucked all night long, so hard & deep too. The way I secretly love it. You're getting mindless with horn, all for me. Till you're beyond rational.. Just focused on getting inside me. Lust & frustration churning through you. You're calling me relentlessly. Texts too, all the same - "Room number". Beyond begging, you're demanding, the raw bloodlust evident in the gravel of your tone.
I can't help but comply. Well as much as my inner brat let's me! I send a text:
"answer my Q wisely & I'll send you the room number.
Do you want to find me in the room; a) tied & spread on the bed for you
b) on my knees near the door ready to suck you
c) Stood in my glossy pvc/ sheer lace lingerie, silky stockings, & shiny heels at the foot of the bed ready for you, then I turn & bent over it offering you my exposed ass/pussy?
d) some other way?"
You ring me instantly & bark "D" I reply with a gasp & a number. Secretly knowing you could have answered any way you wanted as I'm yours. My heart racing & pussy fluttering as you rush upstairs...
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