It took several more glasses of Grand Marnier to help Sandra fully relax and shed her apprehensions. She asked Jeff if it was OK to turn off the lamp lights, and rather let the room be illuminated by the restroom light.
Sensing that she was a bit uptight, Jeff suggested a thorough massage. Sandra loved the idea and lay on the bed face down, while still wearing her brassiere and undies.
His strong hands on her skin elicited a feeling of undiluted bliss. She sighed contentedly as he worked on the knots and tenseness on her shoulders, while leaning over to softly whisper in her ear to simply relax.
The baroque and sensual whisper followed by butterfly little kisses dispersed freely on the back of her neck, sent a direct signal to her pelvic area. On their own accord, her legs shifted, to magnify the degree of separation between those.
Jeff worked his way slowly down her back, only pausing the massage to bestow more kisses down her back, while simultaneously releasing the clasp of her obtrusive brassier. Sandra responded with giggles and sighs which emboldened Jeff to extend his masterful hands to her sides and under to cup her breasts and belly and travel back to the point of origin.
As Jeff worked his way down, and straddled her derriere, Sandra turned her head sideways. She was transfixed by the image reflected on the large mirror on the dresser. It was a beautiful image. If only she had installed cameras in this hotel room, she thought to herself. She would replay this image when she masturbated.
The ivory of her pallid skin, contrasted sharply with his dark and muscular frame. His strong and assertive hands traveled over her body in fluid motion as if they were choreographed dancers, expertly gliding over the curves and platforms of her naked form. They circled, and grinded, teasingly hiding under her to cup her full breasts, only to come together once again at the jointure of her thighs.
Sandra was mesmerized by the multiple stimulations. These visual, tactile, as well as auditory. Her over heated and ultra sensitized skin, was flushed with a rose hue; Jeff was generous with his compliments on her smooth skin, and over all attractive physique. This was like a salve anointed to heal her broken heart.
Her legs opened wantonly, shamelessly. These obedient to the command from the vortex of her center throbbing with a life of its own. She was like putty to his hands, and did not object to having her undies slowly pulled down her generous curves.
His fingers slightly teased the folds of her sex, only to assure himself, that Sandra was not oblivious to his ministrations.
He did not intend to stop his massage to linger there. He intended to promote her level of arousal to such a peak, that she would beg him to enter her. Actually, it did not come to be that Sandra begged for it. She eventually took command of the situation and straddled him. She went at her own pace to accommodate herself to the feel of another man inside of her.
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See, it was just like a riding a bike. You outgrow one, and get another one and ride it. She rode him until she screamed out loud.
To be continued….
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