What started as interested swiftly progressed through intrigued, enticed, and tempted to lustful and we now found ourselves here, in NYC, for the weekend. I put a simple black dress and heels over the previously described lingerie. I couldn’t help but feel sexy, it was an energy that was being generated between us just by being in the same room. Everything word I said, every move I made, was done with intention. With every sense heightened, this weekend my only objective is to live fully and to feel fully - sensuality in its literal meaning.

As we walked out of the building, hand in hand, I couldn’t help but feel like somebody else. This was a life I could become accustomed to. I had to remind myself that it all would end, that like Cinderella at midnight, my chariot would turn into a pumpkin the next day at 7 pm when my flight returned to Charlotte. I looked at Jeff, standing with me on the street, looking nothing less than perfect in his suit, and imagined taking it off of him and rubbing my hands all over his skin.

We did all of the things we ever talked about doing that afternoon, and as afternoon passed to evening we found ourselves eating dinner at a cozy table for two. I slipped off one of my heels and ran my silk covered foot up his leg without ever breaking eye contact or conversation. Dinner was really a formality, we both knew it was all just foreplay. Neither of us could wait to get back to the hotel, to strip off our clothes and spend our last night together. Sleep would have to wait for the trip home - we were going to make every minute together last for 61 seconds.

When we got back we were extremely calm, despite being filled with lust for each other. I slid the tie from around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt as he unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it as I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the button on his pants. I slid his shirt off of him and kissed his chest, rubbing my hands up and down his back, feeling his smooth skin against mine.

He pushed me back, gently, onto the bed and started to kiss my legs, licking behind my knees on his way up to the inside of my thighs. I was burning up with pure desire. I wanted him to touch me, to put his fingers inside of me, but he wouldn’t. He teased me instead, running his tongue all around me, but never where I wanted it most.

“Beg for it…” he said.

“Please, please do it. I need your tongue and your fingers. I’m so wet and I want you so badly. Please.”

It didn’t take a lot of convincing for him to comply with my pleas. He was on his knees next to me and bent over, reaching his fingers into my pussy and licking my clit. As he masterfully maneuvered his tongue around the target, I sat up slightly - just enough to be able to suck his cock at the same time. Each of us intensified as the other responded, in a symbiotic way, until we both came. I came with him in my mouth, unable to scream out as he came.

We fell into a heap of arms and legs and then he said, “Now are you ready to be fucked?”

Tags: My Fantasies, Oral Sex, Polyamory //