She Wants a Quickie
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The Quickie free porn video
I am at work in my boy drabs, just slightly undressed I panties when i
check my private email. I see the new messages number in my inbox and it
makes me excited in spite of myself. It has been a while I think. Yes!
Its from AJ. I look around to make sure I have enough privacy to
properly appreciate the letter.
Dear Francine,
I have just been enjoying your email last night - and your little
fantasy. My, oh my, but your writing makes me so excited. At the risk
of sounding ... ungentlemenly ... your words make me want to pleasure
myself. Unfortunately my work has been so heavy lately I have not even
had the time or peace of mind for that! Sorry I have taken so long to
write.
As you know I hate to be so, well, blunt but I could really, really use a
little ... relief - do you think you might be able to meet me for a
quickie today? I would be so ever grateful. Really.
Help,
AJ
Wow, I think, this is a new place for us. For me. A quickie. We have
always taken things so deliberately, so planned til now. Sure, our dates
have been wild and intense but even then it was always a "longie". But,
I guess this seems right for us about now. And if my man needs it, than
it is my job to take care of him. But a quickie? The logistics
alone...I mean, a quickie is easy enough for him, but a girl likes me
needs a little time to get ready and... no let me do this for him, I will
figure it out.
Let's see, what shall I write. Shall I respond to his email line by
line? "I had a great time too. Don't feel shy about my writing - i
write to bring you pleasure..."
No. I decide to keep it short, simply, a little coy...
okay. when, where, how?
francine
Immediately after I hit the send button I am planning the logistics.
Does he mean today or tomorrow? I hope tomorrow that will give me more
time to get my things together. No, he sounds like he needs it now I
chuckle. It must be today. Perhaps I can pick up a few things... I am
getting amped up, but figure I better get some work done. It is nearly
an hour and a half later, almost 10:30, before I get your reply.
"Oh francine you are such a doll. I want to completely ravish you.
I have taken care of everything. I have booked us a room at the Westin.
I will be there at 12:30, you should get there early to get yourself
ready as I only have a half hour. I have arranged for some of your things
to be sent over (I know you worry about such things!). Tell the front
desk you are Mr Gannon and were expecting a package from me. The key
card will be inside.
I would like to write more but got to go. Eagerly awaiting to see you.
AJ"
I scramble to arrange my schedule. Sure he only needs a half hour, I
think.
Although I targeted 12:00 it is at least 12:10 when I get there. Damn I
am going to have to hurry! I get the package from the front desk and
there is an envelope with it. Inside is a keycard and a room number.
When I get to the room I open the box. Inside is the wig and makeup from
our trip. There is also a little card and a victoria secret's bag.
"hope you like" is all the card says - it is a cute satin thong, lacy
high waist garter belt stockings and a simple but elegant slip. How
lovely I think. How sweet of him. A slip - how perfect for a noon
quickie I think - who needs any more.
So much to do in so little time - i head into the bathroom I sit down in
front of the mirror, a little nervously excited. I set my hair and my
makeup. Wash and lubricate my little rosebud - I use a lube injector -
there will not be much time I think. Carefully I pull my slip on (should
have done this before makeup I say to myself!) It fits just wonderful
and feels no nice. Next the garter belt - what a sexy little number i
think. The stockings are next and I point my painted toes, slip them in
the gathered hose, and, taking my time to enjoy the feeling, roll them
neatly onto my legs, and clip them to the garter belt. Last, the thong,
over the garter straps for easy access I giggle to myself.
I am touching up my lipstick when I hear a knock on the door. It
startles me for a moment when I hear, "Francine, its me, AJ."
I move towards the door, a little worried about opening the door being so
dishabille. I crack it open hoping you will close the door quickly
behind you. You startle me by opening in wide and giving me a big hug
right in the doorway! While there is no one in the immediate vicinity,
there are passersby further down who get a glimpse. And you put an
exclamation point on the scene by flipping the "Do Not Disturb Tag"
I turn beet red and you usher me inside the room. I know you did not
intend to be mean, you are just trying to get Francine to be more ...
risque. Still I am embarrassed.
"I see my sweet Francine is blushing - sorry dear, forgive me my little
game". Without replying I give you a hug back. You respond with a tight
clutch, and I feel your lips passionately roam around my nick and face
and lips. It is a few long moments of this before you gently hold me at
arms length. "Let's see - ah you look so sexy in your new undies!"
"Thanks dear, I love them. Thanks you for getting them for me," I blush,
again.
Our clutch resumes; I work to get your suit jacket off. You pull back
slightly to pull your sleeves off, then follow with your belt.
I am rubbing you before you are even unclothed. You make just the
slightest movement, nudging me towards your manhood, and I respond,
pliantly moving to my knees. The haste is new for us. There is only
some incidental touching, but now it is out, you are fully rigid, and I
am quickly engulfing it in my wet red lips.
"Ooooooo my sweeeeet Francine. It has been soooo long."
I reply with a long low moan, without missing a beat. We have never
before gotten to the quick so quick. You are pistoning in and out of my
mouth. I feel I could finish you momentarily, and my hunch must be
correct - you stop me -
"Not so fast little lady, I have an appointment with your rosebud I
intend to keep."
In a heartbeat I am on the bed, on my back, with my legs up high. You
fumble with my thong pushing it aside just enough to make room. Your
finger discovers I am already prepared, your manhood follows shortly.
Again the swiftness is new for us, but I respond quicker than ever,
welcoming the intrusion, accommodating the familiar girth, instinctively
matching your rhythm.
That rhythm gets very fast, very quick. And hard. And deep.
I know it has been a while for you - your wife does not take care of you.
I know you are close and will finish long before I could.
That is ok. I am happy to take care of my man.
In a short time, I sense you are getting close. I try to slow things
down, just so slightly, and you match my tempo, but it is essentially all
for naught. Too late. You explode in waves and waves.
Duration and quantity confirm your recent drought. Your moans and sighs
confirm your present contentedness.
"Oh my sweet, forgive my selfish..." you start, but I put a finger to
your lips stopping the comment. Enough said.
You get up to fix yourself up to get back to work. You are tying your tie
when there is a knock on the door. "Room service"
I am startled but nearly as much as when you reply, "Come in," whilst I
sit up in bed so very mussed up. "I took the trouble of ordering a few
things for lunch dear."
Room service enters - he has seen it all before and has learned how to be
discretely oblivious; but still, the briefest glance would leave no doubt
that you have just fucked me, fast and deeply. It is clear that you are
showing off your conquest for all to see.
Roomservice is gone in a minute but it feels like an hour!
You take a few bites then. "Thanks dear, I needed that. I am in your
debt." You give me a kiss goodbye.
You leave me laying in bed. I cuddle up in the sheets. "Got to get back
to work myself," I think. I feel so warm and cozy. I can feel your
presence trickling down my thigh and it arouses me.
Kaylin
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