Mail from Black Dog By Terri
I'm an Army Reservist, who finds himself too often on the road and in strange hotels, such as the Red Cedar Inn in Bonne Terre, Mo., where I spent a few nights recently. I was quietly unwinding at the end of the bar as a small combo played in the background. I wasn't paying particular attention to the dancers, but one caught my eye. She was a little older than a lot of the girls there, maybe in her late twenties, early thirties, and moved gracefully with her partner. I'm not much of a dancer, but she looked good, rhythmically swaying in time to the music, a twinkle in her eye, a smile on her lips. Later I saw her on the floor with another partner, smiling, laughing, and shaking her head as her hair flowed to her shoulders. Made me almost wish I could dance.
After about her third time on the floor, we made eye contact, and, as the music ended, I smiled, nodded my head and applauded her in appreciation of her grace and style. My eyes followed her off the small dance floor. Her escort returned her to the other end of the bar, and I saw she was alone. She wasn't alone for long. When the music resumed, she was asked to dance again, and, once more, she captivated me.
When that dance was over, the band took a break. As she sat by herself, I asked the bartender to provide her with another drink. She had white wine and smiled my way in appreciation for the drink. Soon the band returned, and she was back on the dance floor, but before the second tune, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Terri, asking me to dance. I told her no, that I'd probably step on her foot, but she insisted so I awkwardly made my way to the small floor. She glided into my arms, pressing close against me even though I was not holding her tightly. She felt so good, so much a part of me. She even made dancing feel natural.
She seemed to like my smile, and we chatted quietly as we moved around the floor. The smiles and laughs were plentiful as we exchanged names. She was one of those people whom you believe you've known for years after five minutes with her. When the song ended, we continued dancing for a few seconds, then laughed at ourselves. When the music resumed we began dancing again, only this time I asked her.
We were in each other's arms the rest of the night, but soon the band finished and the bar was ready to close. It had been a memorable night, one I wouldn't forget, but to my surprise (and delight), it was far from over. I offered to escort her to her car and mentioned I had a room at the hotel. She said that she'd like the evening to continue, and we went to my room. We sat and talked a while, like old friends. We were so compatible, so comfortable that it seemed only natural to take off our shoes. Soon our toes were rubbing, and she moved closer. I put my arm around her as we continued to talk.
Her head was on my shoulder and we had just shared another laugh when I impulsively leaned over and gave her a peck on the forehead. She pulled her head back, smiled, then leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I kissed her on the neck, the cheek, the forehead, her eyelids, and on her lips, which were warm and soft. She put her arms around my neck and returned what had been the brush of my lips on hers with a harder kiss, and then a soft one as her lips opened inviting my tongue in. he kissed as expertly as she danced, and we knew what to do for one another as if we'd been partners for years. She caressed my temples with her hands, arching her back and rubbing her breasts against me. I stood up and pulled her toward me, cuddling her against me, holding her tight.
She was wearing a stylish, obviously new dress that showed off her physical attributes. As I reached for her zipper, she melted in desire. Time stood still. We wanted each other quickly, yet we didn't hurry. We enjoyed each moment together as her dress and my shirt and tie came off; her slip and my T-shirt were removed; her pantyhose and my socks; her bra and my pants; her panties and my boxers. In the soft light, I marveled at her body, her bountiful breasts, her gorgeous patch. We lay together, and I gently explored her with my hands and tongue, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts and her growing, hardening nipples. I kissed her stomach, her hips, her thighs, gently sliding my hand between them.
I caressed her lips, never penetrating, but she seemed to enjoy it, spreading her legs and being to move her hips. I began to kiss and suck her, and she responded as if a band were playing a hot tango. Her back arched, her lips began so sway even more. I slid around so that my head and hands were between her legs. I massaged her lips, parting them as my tongue slid between them. My tongue lapped at her clit as I kissed and sucked.
She laughed and cried and moaned in delight. I slid one, then two fingers into her, turning them so the knuckles would rub her clit and bring her to an early orgasm. As she rocked in ecstasy, I began to slide my fingers in and out, gently; first with two, then three, and she became more and more aroused. Finally, I had to have her. My erection ached, and I slid into her as I kissed her. She kissed me back, fully, passionately, and brought her legs around my hips to pull me in deeply.
?My God,? she cried. ?You're as good as my Gene.?
Yes, it was I; I was the one with your wife that long weekend when she was gone from Friday to Sunday. We met again that Friday night at the Red Cedar Inn, meeting in the bar, dancing to the combo and then going to her room.
She was not shaved for me. Is there another? Or is she overwhelmed by the spirit of adventure that has swept her into the torrents of passion that she and I share? I long to be with her again to experience her shaved pussy, to spread her legs and take both her lips in mine as my tongue slides into her pussy, lubricating her lips as I suck and bit on them.
I love your wife, as you do, and want to share her with you for as long as she'll have me. I hope I can expand her desires and make her even better for you. I hope you don't mind sharing her with me. I love trying to please her, spoiling her, taking her on erotic flights of fancy and passion.
On that Friday night, we went back to the room, and I found a surprise. She had left a bottle of champagne chilling in ice in the bathroom sink. She went into the bathroom to change and came out wearing a satin negligee that showed off her many attributes. In her left hand were two flutes and cradled in her right arm was the open bottle of champagne. We toasted each other and the adventure we were about to share.
As I sat in a chair, she sat on the floor laying her head in my lap as I caressed her temple and we talked as old friends might. It couldn't have been too comfortable for her as my erection began to cause a bulge in my pants. She began to rub it, which only made it harder, creating a bigger lump in my pants.
I arose and took off my pants. When I sat down, she coaxed my erect penis out of my boxers and began kissing the top, then running her tongue around its crown and finally taking the entire head of my penis in her mouth. She took a sip of champagne, then put the head of my penis back in her mouth, swirling the champagne around her mouth and making me tingle.
Rising to her knees and kneeling between my legs, she began to slide her lips down my stiffened shaft, slowly, tantalizingly, then faster as if she wanted me to explode in her mouth. I leaned back in the chair and let her lips continue to slide along my penis. She stopped for another sip of champagne, and I shuddered knowing how the tingling sensation of the champagne bubbles on the head of my penis would probably make me come. But instead of doing that, she stood up, took me by the hands and led me over to the bed where she took off my boxers so that I was naked.
She had me sit on the side of the bed then lay back as she again knelt between my legs, kissing my penis, my balls and licking my ass. She spread my legs and began to suck my balls, while kissing the underside of my erect rod. She licked her fingers and began to play with my ass as she resumed sucking my penis, sliding her mouth up and down, taking it in fully as she rubbed my balls.
She knew I was ready to come, but just before I did, she slid a moistened finger into my ass, stopped sucking, grabbed my penis in her other hand and masturbated me quickly and quite hard. I couldn't help it. I erupted, and she laughed in surprise at the volume she had enticed from me. Some of the cum squirted onto her chin, while her hand and wrist were drenched. She took a sip of champagne, then licked some of my cum off her wrist and swallowed it with another swig of champagne. She urged me all the way onto the bed, slid out of her negligee, rubbed my lips with her cum-moistened finger then had me take a sip of champagne after with she kissed me.
She rolled off me, rubbed some of my cum on her nipples, poured champagne over her breasts and demanded I lick them dry.
By the time they were dry, her nipple were hard, indicating she was ready for me to provide her with as intense an orgasm as she had given me.
I had several surprises for her as well, in the form of several toys that would help her surpass the levels of ecstasy we had shared in our first encounter. But the toys were for later. Right now, her body demanded my full attention.
I poured champagne on her stomach, and then licked it up as I kissed her lower and lower to her panty line, then along her hips and thighs. I poured some champagne through her pubic hairs, causing her to gasp and spread her legs apart as the champagne rolled between her legs.
I had been gentle with her the first time, but this time I kissed her vaginal lips harder, forcing my tongue between their folds and swirling it rapidly around. I lay between her legs, forcing them to spread wide as I circled my thumbs on her lips, spreading them so that my tongue could slide farther and farther into her pussy.
I brought my tongue to her clit, pulling the folds of her lips apart with my fingers, while licking and sucking on her clit. It was too much for her, and she actually let out a scream of pleasure, then a giggle of embarrassment and delight. She was wet, and I, for the first time, slid my first two fingers between her lips and used my knuckles to massage her eager clit.
She was coming. Her hips were swaying rhythmically, so I slid my ring finger into her as well. As I did that, I began to lick her clit which caused her hips to move much faster and not always with a steady beat. I lifted my head trying to sense a rhythm, and she reached her left hand down, stroking her clit as my three fingers slid in and out, in and out, in and farther in, varying their rhythm and depth of penetration. My middle finger rubbed her cervix as her legs tightened around my hand and arm, trapping it as I felt her pussy come awash with a warm, liquid sensation.
She was coming, but she needed more, wanted more, desired all four of my fingers. I filled her pussy as far as the knuckles to my hand and used my thumb to caress her clit. She began crying from the sheer agony and total ecstasy of my hand inside her, but she would not let me remove it. I'd plunge it in, moving as rapidly as she had to make me come earlier. I could feel the orgasm shake her soul then would stop for a moment, letting it recede before starting again to bring her quickly to yet another climax until we could no longer count how often she had come.
Finally, I pulled my fingers from her and began to lick and kiss her swollen, erect lips, working my way back to her stomach, breasts, neck and finally mouth. I dried her tears and held her as her breathing returned to normal. She finally calmed, and we kissed and murmured to one another as we fell asleep in each other's arms.
That was one night; we've spent many more together since then.
I'm an Army Reservist, who finds himself too often on the road and in strange hotels, such as the Red Cedar Inn in Bonne Terre, Mo., where I spent a few nights recently. I was quietly unwinding at the end of the bar as a small combo played in the background. I wasn't paying particular attention to the dancers, but one caught my eye. She was a little older than a lot of the girls there, maybe in her late twenties, early thirties, and moved gracefully with her partner. I'm not much of a dancer, but she looked good, rhythmically swaying in time to the music, a twinkle in her eye, a smile on her lips. Later I saw her on the floor with another partner, smiling, laughing, and shaking her head as her hair flowed to her shoulders. Made me almost wish I could dance.
After about her third time on the floor, we made eye contact, and, as the music ended, I smiled, nodded my head and applauded her in appreciation of her grace and style. My eyes followed her off the small dance floor. Her escort returned her to the other end of the bar, and I saw she was alone. She wasn't alone for long. When the music resumed, she was asked to dance again, and, once more, she captivated me.
When that dance was over, the band took a break. As she sat by herself, I asked the bartender to provide her with another drink. She had white wine and smiled my way in appreciation for the drink. Soon the band returned, and she was back on the dance floor, but before the second tune, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Terri, asking me to dance. I told her no, that I'd probably step on her foot, but she insisted so I awkwardly made my way to the small floor. She glided into my arms, pressing close against me even though I was not holding her tightly. She felt so good, so much a part of me. She even made dancing feel natural.
She seemed to like my smile, and we chatted quietly as we moved around the floor. The smiles and laughs were plentiful as we exchanged names. She was one of those people whom you believe you've known for years after five minutes with her. When the song ended, we continued dancing for a few seconds, then laughed at ourselves. When the music resumed we began dancing again, only this time I asked her.
We were in each other's arms the rest of the night, but soon the band finished and the bar was ready to close. It had been a memorable night, one I wouldn't forget, but to my surprise (and delight), it was far from over. I offered to escort her to her car and mentioned I had a room at the hotel. She said that she'd like the evening to continue, and we went to my room. We sat and talked a while, like old friends. We were so compatible, so comfortable that it seemed only natural to take off our shoes. Soon our toes were rubbing, and she moved closer. I put my arm around her as we continued to talk.
Her head was on my shoulder and we had just shared another laugh when I impulsively leaned over and gave her a peck on the forehead. She pulled her head back, smiled, then leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I kissed her on the neck, the cheek, the forehead, her eyelids, and on her lips, which were warm and soft. She put her arms around my neck and returned what had been the brush of my lips on hers with a harder kiss, and then a soft one as her lips opened inviting my tongue in. he kissed as expertly as she danced, and we knew what to do for one another as if we'd been partners for years. She caressed my temples with her hands, arching her back and rubbing her breasts against me. I stood up and pulled her toward me, cuddling her against me, holding her tight.
She was wearing a stylish, obviously new dress that showed off her physical attributes. As I reached for her zipper, she melted in desire. Time stood still. We wanted each other quickly, yet we didn't hurry. We enjoyed each moment together as her dress and my shirt and tie came off; her slip and my T-shirt were removed; her pantyhose and my socks; her bra and my pants; her panties and my boxers. In the soft light, I marveled at her body, her bountiful breasts, her gorgeous patch. We lay together, and I gently explored her with my hands and tongue, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts and her growing, hardening nipples. I kissed her stomach, her hips, her thighs, gently sliding my hand between them.
I caressed her lips, never penetrating, but she seemed to enjoy it, spreading her legs and being to move her hips. I began to kiss and suck her, and she responded as if a band were playing a hot tango. Her back arched, her lips began so sway even more. I slid around so that my head and hands were between her legs. I massaged her lips, parting them as my tongue slid between them. My tongue lapped at her clit as I kissed and sucked.
She laughed and cried and moaned in delight. I slid one, then two fingers into her, turning them so the knuckles would rub her clit and bring her to an early orgasm. As she rocked in ecstasy, I began to slide my fingers in and out, gently; first with two, then three, and she became more and more aroused. Finally, I had to have her. My erection ached, and I slid into her as I kissed her. She kissed me back, fully, passionately, and brought her legs around my hips to pull me in deeply.
?My God,? she cried. ?You're as good as my Gene.?
Yes, it was I; I was the one with your wife that long weekend when she was gone from Friday to Sunday. We met again that Friday night at the Red Cedar Inn, meeting in the bar, dancing to the combo and then going to her room.
She was not shaved for me. Is there another? Or is she overwhelmed by the spirit of adventure that has swept her into the torrents of passion that she and I share? I long to be with her again to experience her shaved pussy, to spread her legs and take both her lips in mine as my tongue slides into her pussy, lubricating her lips as I suck and bit on them.
I love your wife, as you do, and want to share her with you for as long as she'll have me. I hope I can expand her desires and make her even better for you. I hope you don't mind sharing her with me. I love trying to please her, spoiling her, taking her on erotic flights of fancy and passion.
On that Friday night, we went back to the room, and I found a surprise. She had left a bottle of champagne chilling in ice in the bathroom sink. She went into the bathroom to change and came out wearing a satin negligee that showed off her many attributes. In her left hand were two flutes and cradled in her right arm was the open bottle of champagne. We toasted each other and the adventure we were about to share.
As I sat in a chair, she sat on the floor laying her head in my lap as I caressed her temple and we talked as old friends might. It couldn't have been too comfortable for her as my erection began to cause a bulge in my pants. She began to rub it, which only made it harder, creating a bigger lump in my pants.
I arose and took off my pants. When I sat down, she coaxed my erect penis out of my boxers and began kissing the top, then running her tongue around its crown and finally taking the entire head of my penis in her mouth. She took a sip of champagne, then put the head of my penis back in her mouth, swirling the champagne around her mouth and making me tingle.
Rising to her knees and kneeling between my legs, she began to slide her lips down my stiffened shaft, slowly, tantalizingly, then faster as if she wanted me to explode in her mouth. I leaned back in the chair and let her lips continue to slide along my penis. She stopped for another sip of champagne, and I shuddered knowing how the tingling sensation of the champagne bubbles on the head of my penis would probably make me come. But instead of doing that, she stood up, took me by the hands and led me over to the bed where she took off my boxers so that I was naked.
She had me sit on the side of the bed then lay back as she again knelt between my legs, kissing my penis, my balls and licking my ass. She spread my legs and began to suck my balls, while kissing the underside of my erect rod. She licked her fingers and began to play with my ass as she resumed sucking my penis, sliding her mouth up and down, taking it in fully as she rubbed my balls.
She knew I was ready to come, but just before I did, she slid a moistened finger into my ass, stopped sucking, grabbed my penis in her other hand and masturbated me quickly and quite hard. I couldn't help it. I erupted, and she laughed in surprise at the volume she had enticed from me. Some of the cum squirted onto her chin, while her hand and wrist were drenched. She took a sip of champagne, then licked some of my cum off her wrist and swallowed it with another swig of champagne. She urged me all the way onto the bed, slid out of her negligee, rubbed my lips with her cum-moistened finger then had me take a sip of champagne after with she kissed me.
She rolled off me, rubbed some of my cum on her nipples, poured champagne over her breasts and demanded I lick them dry.
By the time they were dry, her nipple were hard, indicating she was ready for me to provide her with as intense an orgasm as she had given me.
I had several surprises for her as well, in the form of several toys that would help her surpass the levels of ecstasy we had shared in our first encounter. But the toys were for later. Right now, her body demanded my full attention.
I poured champagne on her stomach, and then licked it up as I kissed her lower and lower to her panty line, then along her hips and thighs. I poured some champagne through her pubic hairs, causing her to gasp and spread her legs apart as the champagne rolled between her legs.
I had been gentle with her the first time, but this time I kissed her vaginal lips harder, forcing my tongue between their folds and swirling it rapidly around. I lay between her legs, forcing them to spread wide as I circled my thumbs on her lips, spreading them so that my tongue could slide farther and farther into her pussy.
I brought my tongue to her clit, pulling the folds of her lips apart with my fingers, while licking and sucking on her clit. It was too much for her, and she actually let out a scream of pleasure, then a giggle of embarrassment and delight. She was wet, and I, for the first time, slid my first two fingers between her lips and used my knuckles to massage her eager clit.
She was coming. Her hips were swaying rhythmically, so I slid my ring finger into her as well. As I did that, I began to lick her clit which caused her hips to move much faster and not always with a steady beat. I lifted my head trying to sense a rhythm, and she reached her left hand down, stroking her clit as my three fingers slid in and out, in and out, in and farther in, varying their rhythm and depth of penetration. My middle finger rubbed her cervix as her legs tightened around my hand and arm, trapping it as I felt her pussy come awash with a warm, liquid sensation.
She was coming, but she needed more, wanted more, desired all four of my fingers. I filled her pussy as far as the knuckles to my hand and used my thumb to caress her clit. She began crying from the sheer agony and total ecstasy of my hand inside her, but she would not let me remove it. I'd plunge it in, moving as rapidly as she had to make me come earlier. I could feel the orgasm shake her soul then would stop for a moment, letting it recede before starting again to bring her quickly to yet another climax until we could no longer count how often she had come.
Finally, I pulled my fingers from her and began to lick and kiss her swollen, erect lips, working my way back to her stomach, breasts, neck and finally mouth. I dried her tears and held her as her breathing returned to normal. She finally calmed, and we kissed and murmured to one another as we fell asleep in each other's arms.
That was one night; we've spent many more together since then.
