London Style 2

I gape for a moment at the play of muscles under your skin and then snatch up the dress and follow. One poor teenage vacationer heading for the pool spies you and his jaw drops as you stride past, his head turning to catch every curve of you. As I pass he shoots me the most envious look, but by then you are in our room, and I just slip in before the door locks.

You're already striding into the bedroom, buttocks swaying in pendulum perfection, with a call back for me to catch up. I take the hint and shed my clothes before getting into the bedroom and finding you perched on the bed. Gorgeous. Wonderful. Mine.

On a normal day there would be lots of kissing and touching first but today you run your finger along your pussy and pull it out, glistening, and crook it at me to make the order clear. I slide into the bed face up and position my head immediately between your thighs.

The addictive essence of you fills my mind as
I tease you open with my tongue. Taking my time to taste and feel all of you. You're already shuddering- I can see the taut muscles of your legs struggling to hold yourself up through the waves of sensation.

It doesn't take long before you lower yourself onto me completely. I can feel every inch of your body from your thighs to your abdomen to your breasts to your hair touching me to the brim of your sensibld sun hat touching me somewhere. Your mouth slips over my cock and your tongue starts to swirl around it. It's so hard for me to pay attention to anything else aside from my mouth on you and yours on me so I don't even try. Let the day vanish. I have no where I'd rather be.

That moment when you feel me under you, my tongue sliding across your inner lips, when you realize that I am completely dedicated to your pleasure and that you have no idea what I will do next....

You feel me suck one of your lips into my mouth and flick my tongue along it, taking the time for finding every energized nerve ending. The hot wet tip of my tongue slides up and down that lip even when you feel the suction end, playing with you and opening you wide and wider.

You feel my hands run along your backside, along the smooth curves, finding every spot where you wanted to be held and caressed. You feel my mouth explore you, touching and tasting the space where you feel my cock rub against you when you make me take you from behind. Your clit is throbbing for attention but even when you ride me I take my time to make sure all of you is fulfilled.

You play your mouth over my hardness, licking and sucking, teasing and giving and giving. We both explode, together, drinking deep.

London Style 1

I love the look of that oh so practical sun hat over your long dark hair. Watching you walk towards me in your practical white sun dress, offset with the black belt and the very practical hat that so frames your face, the comfortable heels giving you just that extra pop of height and putting just a bit of a classy sway to your walk. The gold bracelet catches the sun and completes the ensemble. You look like a proper London lady out for an afternoon tea, slumming it here among the colonists in Washington DC for the day.

We lean in for a quick kiss, oh so chaste, oh so proper, and you bite my lower lip, which is not proper at all. My hand on your hip I can feel the absence of panties under that dress and wonder exactly what you had in mind for us today.

The noon sun in July in DC is no place for a well-bred lovely London lady to linger, so we walk casually along the street, talking together, hands intertwined or arms around one another. You keep finding a reason to bump into me, to press yourself against me, and I eventually stop and simply grab you and pull you in for a long and proper kiss, proper London lady be damned. You melt into it, supple and willing, and then pull away and start walking, letting me see you sway again as I catch up.

You duck into the shadowy cool of a hotel lobby and I figure we will be grabbing some tea at the restaurant or, since the sun is over the yardarm, a drink at the bar, but you surprise me by having walking directly to the desk and picking up your Day Use room key.

We have a suite, and you planned this all along. You lovely little minx you.

Key cards obtained you give me an over the shoulder "come hither" look and saunter to the elevator bank. The door has slid silently open by the time I get there and in a second it closes behind us, leaving us alone with the hundreds of mirrored reflections watching from the elevator walls, each watching, each  wondering what we will do next.

You move over and kiss me, teasingly, your hand playing on my ass as you do so. As the elevator doors open you slip your bag into my hand with a "hold this a moment, will you" and then you are out of the elevator, striding away. Your backside swaying, your hands in front of you.

Twenty feet down the empty noontime hotel hallway, me trailing behind in wonder, and you've undone enough buttons to shrug your shoulders and have your sun dress glide off of you. Stepping out of it without breaking stride you continue walking to our room, asked save for a very practical sun hat, comfortable heels and jewelry. Venus in the hotel hall.

You're not a proper lady at all.

Dressing the Part

You open your eyes and look down at me. I'm naked on my knees. You're naked as well, seeing me across your own flesh as you stand over me.

Fighting for it, aftermath

You are lying against my chest, the warmth of me, my arms around you, surrounding you. You are lying in the steaming hot water of the bath, the warmth suffusing you. You are sipping the luxurious red wine, its warmth sating you. For a long quiet moment there is peace. 

Fighting for it, TKO

I redouble licking you when you start fingering your clit around my tongue.

Fighting for it, round 3

I feel your teeth on my lower lip, your corset rubbing against my naked body, your strong hand and nails grabbing my ass and your other hand clutching my cock. 

Fighting for it, round 2

You are still grinding against my hip, legs wrapped around me, moaning, under me on the chair, managing to pin me while I’m still atop you.