It was the seventh time they had separated in ten years, and it suited him just fine. It would only be a short while, he knew. The two men had been in love for so long that their times apart began to take on a regular pattern, and he quite enjoyed himself – find some woman in some bar, chat with her, fuck her, leave while she was asleep, and repeat the process until, usually within a week, the phone would ring and Joe would invite him back home. They were the only times he got to enjoy pussy, and he made the most of it.
This woman was just one of these.
She was sat at the bar of his hotel in Chicago alone one night when he came in for a sun-downer; his eyes, brown and the shape of the head of a teaspoon, scoured the room once, searching for that night’s diversion when he saw her and approached. In the shortest red dress imaginable, with huge hooped earrings and tall calf-hugging boots, she showed off her perfectly shaped breasts with the low neckline, a stray strand of dirty blonde hair lingering seductively on her right shoulder. Her lipstick showed up a deep wine red in the dim light. Offering her a drink, he sat and listened to her stories and experiences – every time she drank, he glanced at his watch.
Two hours later, they stood in the deserted hall outside her room. “Thanks for walking me home,” she giggled, swaying slightly in the wake of the cocktails. “Would you like to come in for some-“
He cut her off midsentence with a furious kiss on her lips, parting her teeth as she launched back at him, clasping his hands at the small of her back, running up with the left to her neck and shoulders, down with the right to her firm ass, her worked thighs. She clung to him, flicking and sucking his tongue further into her.
They stumbled inside, fumbling hands tearing at buttons and zips in the darkness and the desparation of lust. He lowered slowly the straps of her dress as she ripped the buttons from his shirt, his hands pressing her breasts, rubbing her nipples lightly at first, then harder as they became firm with excitement. Her breath came in shallow pants as he slipped one hand to her panties, stroking lightly around her before plunging inside and grasping her, feeling her wetness. The sudden movement made her gasp, shudder with the anticipation of more as he retreated, leading her further into the room, dropping her on top of him onto the bed.
Now shirtless, he lay back as she moved slowly, kiss his chest and belly, down to his unzipped pants – reaching inside, she pulled out his throbbing prick and gasped with pleasure at its width. Together they wrenched his pants and underwear down, kicking his shoes off in the process, and she took him into her mouth, massaging the length of him with her hand as she covered him in saliva. He lay back into the pillows, wallowing in the waves of pleasure that took him.
Now totally naked, as was he, she swung her legs over his body, cock still in her mouth, and positioned her hot vagina over his face so that as she continued to suck he could lick all over her parting flesh, fingers working her clit, then entering her to taste her, devouring the taste of her with his tongue. She moaned through her mouthful and within moments of his urgent investigation she came over his face.
He wanted to taste more of her, to take her over the edge again, but she lifted herself off him and brought her face to his, biting his upper lip as she sucked her flavour from his mouth. “Fuck me,” she whispered, leaning over to his ear and grasping his hair, “I want you to fuck me. I need you.”
Without a pause, he swung her round onto her back and raised himself over her, stopping at the last moment before he entered her, his hard cock pulsating with excitement. Her back arched under his powerful hands and she reached to nibble his nose as he teased her, rubbing himself against her without pressing on inside, leaning down to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples, stretching the moment. Slowly, making her gasp for breath, he leaned down and into her, bringing himself partway in as slowly as he could, pulling out before thrusting fully in with one fast motion, taking her breath away as she cried out with the intense pleasure.
He thrust into her again and she clasped his buttocks, grinding her hips against his, holding him inside her as he sucked the breath out of her, their lips clasped together as he drove himself into her again and again, hands roaving all over her small, tight body, exploring every inch of this particular unchartered territory. In so many ways, she reminded him of so many women, but in so many ways she was so different. As he pulled out of her and released her lips for a moment, she would throw back her head, reach up and nip his cheek with a playful growl before he would plunge back into her, driving her crazy.
It took only a few moments for her to cum on his cock, her whole body vibrating wildly with the waves of thrilling sensuality passing through and about her, his weight crushing down on her charged pussy as the orgasm took hold, stole her, and brought her back to him.
She pushed him back as he felt her thrashing under him, turning him on his back, and leapt on top of him; he filled her again and she worked up and down his hard dick, shrieking as she rose and fell faster and faster, faster and faster until she screamed as a fresh orgasm raced through and over her, and he was crying out too. Shaking with bliss, she lifted off him and grabbbed him in her mouth again, pumping him as he moaned, wanking him into her hot mouth until he came, clasping her head to him as she swallowed all he had in him.
“Was that fun?” she asked, flopping onto his chest as he lay, still seeing stars, breathing heavily. “We should do this again sometime.”
“How about in 15 minutes?” he replied.
