That each of you should learn to control his own body in a way that is holy and honorable, not in passionate lust like the heathen. (1 Thess 4:4-5).
Jenna texted me her room number when I arrived at her hotel. I knocked on the door of her room, and she opened the door in a bathrobe. She gave me a hug and a kiss before I asked if I could fresh up in the bathroom. She assented to my request, and I left the donation in an envelope on the counter before I took a quick shower. She was waiting for me on the bed when I came back out. Her robe had been hiked up, giving me a good look at her sun-kissed legs. I had visited her last winter. She had maintained the look of the hot college cheerleader I had secretly longed to fuck – blond hair, blue eyes, pouty lips. I climbed onto the bed next to her, and we resumed our acquaintance. While we innocuously chatted, her robe came off; she had been wearing nothing underneath it. Her luscious, natural DD breasts transfixed my gaze. My cock was throbbing.
There was nothing holy or honorable in me at the moment.
I reached over and fondled her tits, caressing them and sucking on her nipples. She reached for my crotch and started stroking my cock and teasing my balls. She then rolled me onto my back. I emitted a slight groan when she wrapped her lips around my cock. Her head moved up and down as she pleasured me. She applied a condom and moved her body down on top of mine. My hips started to thrust off the bed in response. I enjoyed the sight of her big tits bouncing up and down as she rode me. I also wanted to enjoy the sight of her juicy ass, so she acquiesced to my request to position herself on her hands and knees. I moved behind her, gently caressed her butt, then penetrated her. I held on to her hips and started to pump, yielding unreservedly to that passionate lust I can’t control. She vocally responded to my exertions, motivating me to fuck her even harder. I grabbed her ass and continued thrusting into her. I felt beads of sweat trickling down my face. Harder and harder I went at it, savoring her body and the sensations it produced, before I finally surrendered to my orgasm.
After cleaning me up, she joined me on the bed for another light conversation. I caressed her breast as we talked. The end of our encounter approached. She allowed me the opportunity to take another shower. After I dressed, we hugged and said our goodbyes. Then I left her room.
Lutheran Guilt 