WET KISSES-AN EROTIC TALE
BY MEDIC
All Rights Reserved by Author
They arrived at one of the country's finest five star hotels, The Philadelphia
Four Season. Outside the temperature was nippy, inside comfortable,
between them scorching. As they rode the elevator to their room, the
Bellhop exchanged knowing glances with the man. As they passed, entering
the room, they gave each other dap. They tried to be sneaky, but she saw
it, and she didn't mind one bit. She had waited for this moment a long
time. The need was unmistakable. If he wanted to share his happiness with
the world, she didn't care. Pretty soon the entire hotel would know what
they were doing.
He said "Would you like a drink?"
"Of you?" she teased
His smile spread from ear to ear.
"Just water for now." She said
The room was immaculate. Wall to wall plush beige carpet, a fireplace, a
well provisioned bar, and several pictures of African Queens and Kings.
He'd asked for the Mandingo Room. The bathroom offered a large Jacuzzi
tub, a stand-alone shower for two and, next to the "John" a phone.
Who would you want to call at that particular moment? Through the balcony
was the visage of the Philly Skyline. The impressive buildings reaching
tall and long into the air reminded her of why she was there. He soon
found out that even a chocolate princess could blush. The bedroom boasted
a king size four poster bed that sent both of their minds reeling with
possibilities. There was a large screen TV that was destined to be unused
and another balcony that looked out onto East River Drive. He noticed an
important aspect to the room, privacy. While it offered them a beautiful
view of the river, it obscured them from the prying eyes of others. If he
was going to do his thing in public, it was going to be on his terms. True
to it reputation as a hotel that thinks of everything, there was a stereo
system. Loaded were CD(s) of fine Jazz singers. Apparently Ol'
Mandingo was a fan of Dinah Washington, Nancy Wilson, and early Aretha Franklin.
The slim Aretha, not the Highway of Love, Oversize breast, barely get a note out
Aretha. The music began the moment they walked into the bedroom.
Classy.
This is where they found themselves. Alone in the bedroom, dominated by a
king size bed and their thoughts of getting it on.
"I'm so damn lucky," he thought to himself
She was gorgeous. Standing five foot six, a perfect size ten, with
measurements that make other women jealous. She wore her favorite outfit.
The one that made her feel the sexiest. A short red silk skirt revealed
her shapely legs. Pantiless was the usual fare for this skirt but she
wanted him to work a little. Besides he'll love removing the thongs.
She had to admit to herself that she liked the feeling of thong panties.
The excitement they built inside of her added to the moment. Her breasts,
nestled into a demi bra, hidden from his gaze by a shimmery gray blouse.
Three buttons opened at the top, promised more to come. Or was that cum?
She shot him a wondering glance as he chuckled to himself about the play on
words.
"You crack yourself up?" she quipped
"At long last..." she thought. Admiring what would soon be hers
As the sweet voice of Etta James began to sing "At Last My Love Has Come
Around", she thought about the gift that stood before her. Many of
her friends would die to be in this position and she didn't miss the
appreciative stares of the women in the lobby. This man was fine. He
wore a golden brown shirt with French Cuffs. She'd noticed the cuff links
right off. They were gold clocks. Actual working clocks. And
if she knew him, they kept perfect time. His expensive dark brown wool
pants covered a butt that she'd love to squeeze.
"Note to self, hold on with both hands"
His shoes, as always, were shined to perfection. She caught a glimpse of
pattern socks that worked to bring the whole outfit together. His dressing
was his own style. A true picture of himself. He dressed to
impress. As he spoke, worked, played sports and, she hoped, made love.
They sat on the expansive bed and shared stories of the past few days.
During a break in the conversation, he gazed into her eyes, and the spark was
lit. He began caressing her hands. Treating her to a sensuous
massage that began at the tips and worked its way up to the shoulder. She
hadn't known about this talent.
"Give me your other hand"
She did as she was ordered and gave into the feeling. He took his time.
He was in no hurry. There was no need to rush and besides, getting there
is half the fun. She welcomed the time he took. She needed the fire
to simmer. Later she would be a raging blaze but only if the proper
attention was given to starting the fire.
He removed her shirt and carefully laid it to the side. The massage had
turned into soft kisses along the back of her neck. When he hit that spot,
she was glad she was sitting down. Warm gentle hands began caressing her
shoulders. One bra strap, then the other. He deftly removed her bra
and paid homage to what was revealed. He straddled her lap and bent to the
task. His touches were insistent. Just like she liked it. Her
nipples responded to the gentle flicking of his tongue and a low moan escaped
her lips. The arching of her back helped to offer more of herself.
The right received as much as the left. He didn't over stimulate them or
make them raw. He knew when to give more or move on. This boy knew
his stuff.
She wanted to share the good feelings so she began to unbutton his shirt.
She found that he enjoyed a little nipple stimulation himself. As she
cradled his head to her breast and ran her finger through his hair, she began to
rub his naked back. Need guided her hands to his belt. A need to
feel him. A need to release him. A need to pay homage for herself.
He stood before her to allow for easier access. As she worked on his
pants, he stood her up to gain access to her skirt's zipper. As an item of
clothing was removed, a kiss was planted on the bare skin below. Before
long they were naked before each other. Neither shy nor self-conscience.
They were looking through the eyes of love. Love sees no flaws.
He knelt before her, and without hesitation, leaned forward to taste her nectar.
He started with furtive probes, in and out. He traced from the bottom to
the top, reaching her most sensitive spot. Slowly he circled the nobbin,
one---two---three. Her knees began to give way so he gently laid her upon
the bed. No longer content with a small taste, he went at it with fervor.
By stiffening his tongue he probed the depths of her being. Her reaction
was immediate as she draped her legs over his shoulders. He dined as if
the most exquisite meal was laid before him.
She began to lose track of time as she drifted on the clouds. Who told him
how she liked it? He seemed to know it all. He was obviously no
beginner, but he went at it like a kid with a new toy. As the pleasure
increased she found it difficult to keep her hips still. They began to
undulate and rock, back and forth. Her hands, when not caressing her
breast, sought his head, as she wanted to be as connected to him as possible.
Her orgasm didn't come on as one big bang. It grew as a series of
explosions. Each one bigger than the one before. A full five minutes
passed before the force of those explosions began to raise her hips from the
bed. One after the other. Faster and faster. Stronger and
stronger.
He wrapped his arms around her legs and hunkered down for the bumpy ride.
He suctioned the clit as he continued to circle it with his tongue. The
sounds of her moans as well as the pounding of her heels on his back spurred him
on. Her taste aroused him. Her aroma intoxicated him. He was
hooked. He could think of no better place to be.
The final wave hit, no, crashed upon her. Her arms banged the bed.
Her legs locked around his neck. Her head rocked from side to side.
Somewhere a champagne cork was popped, a crowd was cheering, a rocket ship was
taking off, and a galaxy was being born. She screamed her joy.
Repeated the word "yes" a thousand times, and thanked her lucky stars.
They were exhausted. Sweat added a layer of shine to their bodies.
He lies upon her as she wraps him in her arms. She is humming a tune while
she strokes the back of his neck. They let the need build slowly until
like wild fire it's upon them. She rolls him over to gain the top
position.
With a big bright smile she says, "now it's your turn."
She paused as she took a deep cleansing breath. This is what she's been
hoping for. Before her laid the opportunity that she thought would never
come. He remained still. A quirky half smile upon his face. He
seemed to be urging her to continue with his eyes, but she was going to savor
this moment.
She began with light butterfly kisses across his forehead. A light peck to
each eyebrow. The next touch caused his leg to stiffen and toes to curl.
With the tip of her tongue she traced the outline of his left ear, continued
down and around the nape of his neck, and then repeated the tracing on his left.
This took about fifteen seconds to complete, but he felt a lifetime of pleasure.
Content that proper attention was paid to his face, she traveled to his chest.
It was said that men's nipples are capable of receiving pleasure much the same
as a woman's. She aimed to prove this. Taking one taunt nipple
between her lips, she slowly passed it back and forth against her teeth.
That brought out a moan. As she gingerly captured it with her teeth, she
applied quick flicks with her tongue. The tight grip of his hands on her
behind reminded her not to neglect the other side. After a tongue tracing
across his chest, the act was repeated on the right nipple. The sharp
intake of breath told her that it was no less appreciated.
"I think its time to visit South of the Border, Aye Poppy?" she said.
A slow nod was all he could manage.
This is where she would find out the value of watching all those instructional
tapes. The ones advertised in the back of magazines. Tapes designed to put
the spark back into fading romances or start budding ones off on the right foot.
The idea, when she bought them, was to watch them in the company of a loved one
and to try out what she saw. Well, time had passed and after having
watched the entire series alone she was left with no one to practice with.
That is, until now. Here was the perfect opportunity to see if the one
entitled Advanced Techniques was worth the extra $5.35 + tax.
Her hands were well kept and manicured. A fact that he appreciated as she
gently took hold of him. He felt the smooth delicate hands of a woman of
means. One who didn't see many days of hard labor. And, he wasn't
mad at her. As she began a soft back and forth motion, there was a twist,
literally. As her hand reached the top, she smoothly twisted it in a
counter clockwise motion and then twisted back on the down stroke. The
look on his face, as his eyes began to roll, was priceless.
"Oh my" he whispered.
A single pearl drop appeared on the head as she continued her motions.
Prudence warned her not to get carried away. The object was to create a
slow burn, not to boil. Loosening her grip, she bent to place a small kiss
at the base of his penis. While never losing contact with her lips, she
used her tongue to trace a path to the top. One trip around, just below
the head, and back to the bottom. This move of greatness was repeated several
times. Anxious hips raised from the bed, but found only the slow tease of
her lips.
She decided to up the ante. Releasing her hands, she allowed him to bob in
the breeze. This allowed her to pinch his nipples while her lips and
tongue traced up and down along his column of flesh.
A handful of sheet in each fist and legs stretched stiff. His jaw is set
as he begins a feeble attempt to remember the Greek alphabet backwards. He
can't go out like this. Not now, not in this situation, and definitely not
with this woman. She deserved more. Hell, he deserved more.
The fire had been stoked. The rocket was primed. All that was left,
was to apply the final touch. She drew back to the tip and slowly,
centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, she took him in. Into a warm,
loving place. His size was medium and for this she was grateful. She
was able to reach the base with very little discomfort. As she began
to withdraw, she applied suction, and as she had with her hands, began to slowly
twist her mouth around. The effect was immediate. The curling of the
toes, the clenching of the fists, the rolling of his head back and forth.
All good signs.
As soon as he felt her soft lips envelop him, he was a goner. No longer
able to remember his first name, much less the Greek alphabet. He had no
idea of how many times she took him within, but she didn't break a record.
A sheen of sweat covered his body. As if he was doing all the work.
The feeling seemed to have simultaneously begun from the soles of his feet and
the top of his head. It rushed to converge at his most sensitive point.
Out of respect he warned her. A warning she accepted as an announcement of
triumph. She had no intentions of stopping until the job was done.
Her speed increased to keep in time with his gyrations. The weight of her
lying across his legs barley kept him from bucking them both to the floor.
When his body locked into a ridged arch, she knew what to expect, and she
welcomed it. He exploded. Unloading as if his life depended on it.
His repeated moans of yes were music to her ears. The release lasted a
full minute. The shudders took longer to subside. She'd made her way
back up to nuzzle at his neck as she laid upon his chest. His hand
aimlessly caressed her mane.
They were content, for the moment. A brief respite before the
consummation. Another CD was loaded and the smooth voice of Cassandra
Wilson began to sing of the love they felt in their hearts.
Through the balcony doors they watched the day fade and the symphony of the
night begin. One by one, the stars offered their light. The crickets
warmed up with the violin sounds of their hind legs. The cars, filled with
weary passengers, provided the horns. The soft breeze through the trees,
the woodwinds section. While, bringing up the "Bottom", was the
bass voice of Joel Williams.
They were spooning. She lay facing the balcony, wrapped in the embrace of
his strong arms. The playful game of footsie and the timely exchange
of caresses kept the heat on simmer. When she felt him enter her from
behind, it felt natural. Like a homecoming. He was finally where he
was meant to be. They were made for each other. Emotionally and, it
seems, physically. He fit perfectly. There was no fumbling, no
clumsiness. They were two halves of a whole, at long last joined.
The ebb and flow of her breathing matched his back and forth motion. Slow,
deep, and meaningful. He moved her hair aside to plant kisses on the back
of her neck. Off and on he punctuated the kisses with a nip of his teeth.
This position allowed him to alternately bring her nipples to almost painful
erection or stimulate her womanhood. She appreciated his dexterity.
The way she rotated her hips, as she met his forward motion, showed it.
Unexpectantly, he began to teach her Morse Code. With his thrusts, he
spelled out S-O-S. Three, quick and short. Three, slow and long.
A repeated three, quick and short.
"Shit-Oh-Shit." she said in a breathy voice.
She knew that wasn't the proper meaning of S-O-S, but after this, it damn well
should be.
Wanting to, no, needing to look into her eyes, he switched to the position so
loved by the missionaries. Smooth brown legs hugged his thighs as even
smoother heels fell upon his buttocks. Her legs worked to keep the action
right. Never letting him withdraw too far. Drawing him back in at
the proper speed. The mutual participation was beautiful. She didn't
lay there letting this happen to her. She acted as an equal partner.
Taking an active role in ensuring both of their pleasure.
While she appreciated his teaching her a new meaning of S-O-S, she had a few
tricks of her own to share. Urging him to bring his knees in, she raised
her hips to sit upon his thighs. With her shoulders to the bed and her
behind slightly elevated, he was presented with the perfect angle.
He took advantage of this new position to pepper her stomach with kisses.
Three times around the belly button and a lick at the top of her Honey Trail.
Her hands offered her breast to his mouth and he wasted no time to oblige.
She guided his head from the left to the right. Never wanting to have the
pleasure unevenly dispersed. Not once did he lose his timing. In and
out in perfect motion.
All the while, they looked into each other's eyes. Their feelings for each
other were confirmed in a glance. Smiling, as if they shared a private joke.
Without words they shared what was on their minds.
His hips began an odd, almost circular, motion. He would approach from the
left side. Once embedded, he would grind from left to right. A slow
withdrawal from the right side would complete the move until he swiveled back
for another revolution. She added her own spice to the movement by
heartily meeting him on the inward thrust and squeezing her inner muscles to
slow his withdrawal.
As the height of their passions began to overtake them, she grabbed hold of his
biceps, slightly raised her shoulders from the bed and met him, stroke for
stroke. He couldn't stop the inevitable and she didn't want him to try.
It was time. They raced forward to create a point of singularity. A
convergence of their total being. The warmth started at the point of
union, then spread like wild fire to engulf them. The sounds of their
triumph mixed with the orchestra of the night. Behind closed eyelids, a
display of fireworks, as bright as the 4th of July.
It was sealed with a kiss. Not a quick peck or a voracious melding.
A deep, soulful, lasting, kiss. Their heads glided back and forth as their
tongues greeted. They remained intertwined. Connected at the lips
and midsections. The outside world moved on, the CD(s) advanced, and the clocks
continued to mark the passage of time. They didn't notice. To them
time had stop. Eternity had began and ended in each other's arms.
In the darkness she whispered " so this is love."
"Yeah. Isn't it wonderful?" was his reply