Spa swapping part 2A
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We left the spa changing rooms independently, and I made my way to cottage number 147, where the front door was slightly ajar. I pushed and a voice from inside said “Come in, I’m in the bedroom”. I didn’t need a second invitation, and wandered slowly into the most sexy boudoir you can imagine. There were photos of men with large penises adorning the walls, a huge mirror on the ceiling over a circular bed strewn with cushions.
My new friend had already poured two glasses of Champagne, “I can’t stand the modern idiom for Prosecco” she said, “This is the real stuff, which I brought back from my last trip to France.” Enough of the small talk, she pulled me onto the bed, and I sunk into its softness. We turned to face each other, and our mouths moved together for a lingering kiss. Her tongue probed to inside of my mouth, while sucking the air from my lungs. Her hands ran down the leg of my jeans, rubbing my penis over the material. I rubbed my hands over her nipples through the thin blouse that she was wearing. My hands were shaking, I had never met anyone so forward before, and was ashamed that she would soon discover my small cock.
I slowly unbuttoned her blouse revealing a pure silk blue bra, my hands felt the smoothness, and fondled her erect nipples. She reached down and unbuckled the belt on my jeans, unzipping them and reaching to feel the hardness through my Calvin Klein trunks. I reached behind and undid her bra with one hand – I haven’t lost all the old skills then – while she pulled my jeans off, my penis now being well erect. I kissed her nipples, and she let out a little moan, my hand now probing into her slacks, feeling a wetness; she quickly took off her trousers revealing a matching blue silk panty, darkened by her love juices. She pulled my Calvin Klein briefs away and put her mouth over my cock. I had never had a blow job before, and she worked at my foreskin with her fingers, gently pulling it backwards and forwards.
After a few minutes we changed positions, and I moved my mouth over her shaven clitoris, my tongue probing as deep inside her as I could, my fingers stimulating her at the same time. We fell into a sixty-nine position and enjoyed the juices that were freely flowing. Eventually we adopted a more conventional position, as I pushed her onto her back, and opened her legs as wide as I could. I slid into her, and she wrapped her legs around my back. I started to ride her, and could feel her clitoris tighten with every stroke. She started to call out “yes, yes, yes!” as I worked her vagina, and I could feel the cum rising in my penis. “Do it inside me” she said, “I haven’t had a man for such a long time”. I was happy to oblige, even though the flow was not as hard or as long as in my youth.
We lay locked together for several minutes, my erection slowly dwindling. “I thought you said you had a small cock?” she queried “it was more than big enough for me!” , “well I see these pictures on the wall of well endowed men, and get embarrassed,” I replied. “But we will take one of yours next time” she said.
But will there be a “next time”?
My new friend had already poured two glasses of Champagne, “I can’t stand the modern idiom for Prosecco” she said, “This is the real stuff, which I brought back from my last trip to France.” Enough of the small talk, she pulled me onto the bed, and I sunk into its softness. We turned to face each other, and our mouths moved together for a lingering kiss. Her tongue probed to inside of my mouth, while sucking the air from my lungs. Her hands ran down the leg of my jeans, rubbing my penis over the material. I rubbed my hands over her nipples through the thin blouse that she was wearing. My hands were shaking, I had never met anyone so forward before, and was ashamed that she would soon discover my small cock.
I slowly unbuttoned her blouse revealing a pure silk blue bra, my hands felt the smoothness, and fondled her erect nipples. She reached down and unbuckled the belt on my jeans, unzipping them and reaching to feel the hardness through my Calvin Klein trunks. I reached behind and undid her bra with one hand – I haven’t lost all the old skills then – while she pulled my jeans off, my penis now being well erect. I kissed her nipples, and she let out a little moan, my hand now probing into her slacks, feeling a wetness; she quickly took off her trousers revealing a matching blue silk panty, darkened by her love juices. She pulled my Calvin Klein briefs away and put her mouth over my cock. I had never had a blow job before, and she worked at my foreskin with her fingers, gently pulling it backwards and forwards.
After a few minutes we changed positions, and I moved my mouth over her shaven clitoris, my tongue probing as deep inside her as I could, my fingers stimulating her at the same time. We fell into a sixty-nine position and enjoyed the juices that were freely flowing. Eventually we adopted a more conventional position, as I pushed her onto her back, and opened her legs as wide as I could. I slid into her, and she wrapped her legs around my back. I started to ride her, and could feel her clitoris tighten with every stroke. She started to call out “yes, yes, yes!” as I worked her vagina, and I could feel the cum rising in my penis. “Do it inside me” she said, “I haven’t had a man for such a long time”. I was happy to oblige, even though the flow was not as hard or as long as in my youth.
We lay locked together for several minutes, my erection slowly dwindling. “I thought you said you had a small cock?” she queried “it was more than big enough for me!” , “well I see these pictures on the wall of well endowed men, and get embarrassed,” I replied. “But we will take one of yours next time” she said.
But will there be a “next time”?
Mikhaela
- 07.12.2021
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