An invitation I couldn't resist
A perfect evening! Leaning against the railing of the generously proportioned balcony, I look out over the lights of the city at night. Andreas has really spared no effort to impress me. A fantastic meal in a Michelin-starred restaurant, plus an amusing conversation peppered with compliments and charming flirtations, which I was happy to return.
gladly returned. Little word games, a meaningful smile, looks that promised more than words could express.
Finally, the invitation to come with him. A brief hesitation on my part, which irritated him. But then I agreed. Because even then I decided to put him to the test a little. A soft plop sounds from the hotel suite above the rooftops of the city. Shortly afterwards, Andreas approaches me with two glasses of champagne. How handsome he looks in his Italian suit, with his dark hair and slight shadow of a beard. As we toast each other, I wonder if I'll feel the stubble when we kiss. I love that exciting roughness on my skin, especially on my breasts, when a tender tongue plays with my buds.
A cool champagne kiss on my thighs
Does he know what I'm thinking? I can see the question in his eyes. He puts our glasses down, puts his hand on my hip, a warm, pleasant hand, and leans towards me. His kiss is tender, and I can actually feel the light scratching that sends little shivers over my skin. I put my arms around his neck, snuggle up to him to feel his body, his heat, his still controlled passion. But I don't want to let him get away with it. So I play with him a little. I press myself against him so that I can feel his arousal on my lap. His hands glide over my back to my bottom and increase the pressure. Then I pull away from him, laughing and heated. I reach for the glass and he understands the game.
His lips taste of the cool champagne as he kisses me again. But then - we both still have the glass in our hands - he slowly crouches down in front of me. His hand slides up from the back of my knees, pushing the hem of my short dress higher. He takes another sip and gives me a cool kiss on the skin of my thigh. Leaning against the railing, I let him spoil me.
Pure pleasure - Andreas kisses my lap
He kisses my lap through the thin fabric of my briefs. His warm breath awakens the lust in me. I look down at him as he takes off his briefs, takes a sip from the glass and kisses me again. I shudder as his tongue and the tingling drink overwhelm me at the same time. Music sounds from somewhere, voices, a siren - I don't care. I couldn't tear myself away from the spot even if the whole city was watching us. Everything in me is focused on this kiss, which triggers ever new waves of lust in me. Only the urge that this must not be all there is keeps me from giving myself over completely. I pull him up by his jacket, sit astride him, quickly open his pants and guide him towards me. With a sigh, I let him come inside me. Only gradually do we free ourselves from the rest of our clothes. We find each other until we finally release each other in a mutual climax.