Sexquisite

“Tell me, what do you like?”

“Diana’s” Teutonic accent made the request even more erotic. As she helped me out of my clothes, my cock was already aching. So I told her what I liked.

Then she was on her knees.

My arousal has been heightened this season, so I carved out some time from the holiday business to visit this tall, mature European lady at her hotel room. She was visiting for a few days. Our conversation prior to her inquiry was pleasant if brief. She comes from a well-educated family (her father was a professor of physics; her mother was a school principal). She had wanted to see the world, so when she was younger she supported herself by stripping. She then took my hand and led the way to the edge of the bed. She removed her red bra and displayed her sizable augmented breasts.

I felt her hands stroke my cock. Then, as she looked up at me with her green eyes, I watched as it disappeared between her glossy lips.

Sexquisite.

My fingers ran through her silky blond hair before I placed the palm of my hand on the back of her head. I gently guided her efforts.

We moved onto the bed. I lay on my back and, after the condom was applied, she straddled me. As she rode me cowgirl, she presented me once again with a view of her round tits. She relentlessly fucked me, her body gyrating on top of mine. But I wanted more. She acceded to my request, and I bent her over the bed. I admired the curvature of her back and waist and the roundness of her ass. Then I fucked her hard, grasping a handful of her hair with my left hand. I went at it for quite a while, until my body shuddered, and I gasped.

After we dismounted and cleaned up, we spoke a little more. She originally came to the U.S. on a student visa to study marketing. She mentioned that escorting is more lucrative in America than in Europe. She said she was preparing to tour the Carolinas before Christmas. Before we knew it, our hour was nearing its end. Her lingerie came back on. I dressed. She escorted me to the door of her hotel room.

“Take care, darling.”

Blessed with Physical Attributes

“Are you a boob or butt man?”

I confessed to her as we sat on the bed that I had a deep admiration for both a woman’s chest and her posterior. “Emma” was certainly blessed with both physical attributes. Meanwhile I couldn’t help but notice her breasts as revealed through her lacy lingerie.

I noticed Emma on social media. Her girl next door vibe (plus her appealing tits and ass) was alluring enough for me to book an appointment with her when she visited from the metropolis.

On the afternoon of our date, I spotted a tall, curvy redhead wearing a short red dress in the lobby. I greeted her there since the hotel required a room key to get to her floor. We accompanied one another to her room, where she hopped on the bed. I sat next to her, and we started to get to know each other. A lingering trace of a southern accent betrayed her origins. She did most of the talking, much of it about her “civilian” job. (She fantasized about having sex with a client on the desk in her office.) She showed me a sexy Advent calendar she just purchased. Meanwhile she lightly caressed my arm and thigh, putting her head on my shoulder. She kissed me, lightly at first, then more deeply.

I excused myself to take a shower and left the donation just outside the bathroom. When I returned from the bathroom, she was sprawled across the bed in a sexy black bodysuit with a seductive smile on her face. Despite her overt eroticism, she managed to maintain a certain semblance of innocence. (She vaguely reminded me of a girl in college I lusted over.) I made my way over to her, draped only in a towel. She leaned toward me and nibbled my ear as she ran her fingers across my chest. She started rubbing my cock through the towel. I was rock hard at this point. My hands caressed her breasts through her lingerie. She unwrapped the towel and started to slowly stroke me. We started kissing. She moved down and sensually took me into her mouth. I felt her tongue flick around the head of my cock.

Not wanting to climax too quickly, I ask her to disengage. I worked my way down her body, positioning my face between her legs. She was wet. She moaned that she loved her taste on my mouth.

She slipped on a condom. She moved on top for cowgirl, pressing her fingers in my chest as she rode me. She leaned her body into mine, nibbling on my ear. I sucked on her nipples. I asked her to get on her hands and knees. She grabbed a vibrator from her bag before presenting her ass in the air. I moved behind her. She guided my cock inside her, then positioned the vibrator to stimulate her clit. The sensations for us both were intense, and we climaxed within minutes.

Afterward we lay in bed, still breathing heavily. Wrapping her naked body around me, she chatted about what she had been watching on Netflix lately. After awhile she reached over and started stroking my cock again. My cock responded, and she once more took me in her mouth. Again her blowjob was intense, her head bobbing up and down as she pleasured my cock. Nothing could prevent me from erupting in her mouth. She swallowed.

We snuggled in bed for a few more minutes. She talked about her education at an Ivy League school (she confessed to spending much of her time on campus hooking up) until it was time to wash up and get dressed. As I departed, she invited me to visit her when she returns to her city. I’ll consider it.

“You sound sad”

Time and chance have made available a number of ladies visiting the area early this holiday season. As the academic semester winds down, I feel overwhelmed by an endless array of responsibilities: bringing the classes I’m teaching to a satisfactory conclusion; refining my dissertation; managing the many Christmas-related events at the parish. Amidst the stress, I sought a diversion. My date was with Lara, a mature brunette I had visited last year. She kindly arranged an encounter early in the evening, after I had prepared for the next Peace and Justice Committee meeting.

I arrived at her hotel at the appointed time and texted her. She provided the room number with directions on how to get to the elevator. I softly knocked on the door. She answered the door wearing a short, lacy red robe and black Louboutin heels, greeting me with a warm hug and soft kiss. I discreetly placed a white envelope containing the donation on the dresser. We sat on the couch and got reacquainted. Soft erotic music filled the dimly lit room. She had poured a bottle of wine into two glasses. She gently rubbed my thigh as we conversed, giggling at my dry wit. Caressing my chest, she leaned in and kissed me. By now she was rubbing my hard cock through my pants. My hands ran across the fabric of her silk robe before I moved to untie it. She wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath. I beheld her full milky white tits, kissing them and sucking on her succulent nipples. Soon she had my pants off. She quickly removed my boxer briefs and started stroking my cock. She said she wanted to taste me. She got on her knees and started to softly suck on my balls, then licking up my shaft before taking me into her mouth. She gazed up at me as her lips moved up and down my cock.

We moved to the bed. Still wearing her heels, she lay back and spread her legs. I accepted her invitation.

I inhaled her feminine scent. I flicked my tongue inside the lips of her pussy. Her hips gently gyrated as soft moans escaped her lips.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

I told her I wanted to be inside of her. She applied a condom and some lube. She reclined on the bed as I moved on top of her. I felt her grab my ass after I penetrated her. Gentle pumping accelerated into harder thrusts. The sounds of our grunts and moans echoed around the room. Then she moved on top of me and straddled my hips, my cock again slowly disappearing inside her. She leaned forward and started to slowly ride me, her body sliding up and down. Grabbing her waist, I watched her beautiful tits bounce. I thrust my hips off the bed, seeking to drive myself deeper inside her. She rode me harder, bracing her hands on my chest. My body quivered, and I exclaimed my orgasm.

She retrieved a warm cloth to clean me up. We talked some more, mostly about our plans for the holidays. She noticed a certain tone to my voice: “You sound sad.” A postcoital melancholy had set in. We lay still in bed for a while, quietly, before our allotted time was about to expire. We arose from the bed to dress. Again clothed, we wished each other a merry Christmas. She planted a soft kiss on my lips before I headed out the door.