The Very Welcome Guest Part 2

In the dim light, I saw her bright eyes smile at me, and a couple of points about a foot below her eyes poked at the fabric of her shirt and told me that she probably hadn’t bothered with her underwear before falling asleep. I smiled back at her and stepped out into the corridor, pulling the door closed again behind me, shutting my wife out of sight and out of mind.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked me, her smile twisting into a knowing grin.

“Not really…”, I replied, shyly, finding a nail to chew on… “Going to the bathroom?”

“Not really…” Her eyes roamed around a little too and she took a little step towards me. “I thought I heard you out here.”

Was she really saying that she had been looking for me too? Her meaning seemed clear, it was just a little hard to really take in. I didn’t ask the question, as I reached out my hand, and she took it in hers. She pressed against me, and we each wrapped one arm around the other. I grinned to myself as I felt the curves, the points and the perts of her youthful body press against mine, before I dropped my mouth to press my lips against hers. We kissed a quiet, careful kiss before she pulled her lips away and whispered, “she’s asleep?”

“Definitely. With everything she had to drink, she has to be…”

She stood up on tip toes to lean against me, as she placed her two hands on my chest, and pushed my back against the door. With a gleam in her eye and a huge grin across her face, she kissed the tip of my nose before pushing her tongue between my lips. “Great news” she replied in a suddenly more sultry, sensual voice as she pulled my robe wide open seeing me naked beneath it. Her hands snaked down my front and her kisses began to creep down my neck.

“Here? Are you serious?”

“Safest place… you’ll hear her if she stirs.” And at that, she pressed more firmly against me, her breasts crushing against my now bare chest, pinning me to the door. After a final deep kiss, she sank slowly to her knees, her tongue trailing over my skin the whole way, finally finishing by kissing down the thick dark brown trail of whispy hairs, leading her right to the rigid hard skin of my cock. She was in no rush, but she was also not wasting time. Before her fingers even made contact, her lips kissed the length of the top surface, all the way from the base, to the tip, gentle soft kisses, as if testing or warming up. Kissing the bud finally, she stayed a second, my dark red flesh pressing against her plump red lips. Her fingers finally curved softly round the very base, as she parted her lips just slightly, her tongue pressing its tip against my flesh. It felt marvellous, and I pressed my head back against the door, knowing in that moment that I would never ever possess enough will power to ask her to stop, as I felt her tongue starting to slowly swirl and taste my head. A part of me tried to concentrate on the silence in the room behind me, but all of my being seemed centred and focused on our singular point of contact.

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