Frisky 2

The hotel was modern, Chic and looked fantastic. It was on the Thames opposite the London eye.

A had booked a room to cover an evening out, she texted the number and invited me over to spend an afternoon with her.

We both wanted this and finally it was going to happen.

I rode the lift nervously to the 8th floor, I looked good in my sharp work suit, and short dark hair. The warm June sun had gently tanned my skin. I am happy to tell you that I looked good.

I knocked on the door and was met by A, in a hotel robe. The air smelt of steam and shower gel. We exchanged a "hi" and kissed, softly. We slammed the door shut and began to end the 10 years of frustration.

We fell onto the bed and kissed passionately, our hands exploring the body of the other, tearing at clothes, wanting to touch naked flesh.

I opened her robe, she was wearing, a beautiful red lace bra, see through enough that her small pink nipples were defined. Her matching thong barely covered her mound.

" you did nt have to dress up for me." I joked

We kissed again, my hands stroked her thighs, her tummy, her breasts. She pulled me closer, our lips locked, my hand focussed on her breasts, squeezing gently, teasing, exploring under the lace, Searching for the stiffening nipple.

I kissed down her neck, she grabbed my hair, as I licked her cleavage. She sat up and removed her bra, and pulled me into her boobs. I sucked on the erect buds that called to me.