Another morning where I needed to slip quietly into your room. I would have liked to gently tie your hands with a scarf and secured them above your head while you began to stir. Moving my mouth to your breasts I would have teased your nipples with my teeth as my fingers explored your growing wetness. My fingers flicking at your clitoris, then moving inside you. Your hips responding to my touch, arcing upwards, arms tugging at the restraint.

Slowly bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm, my mouth on your tummy, you begging to feel my tongue on you. Tasting you as two fingers slip in and out, close and closer. Feeling you tense and then I would stop. You would be so close. But you can't touch yourself. The desire so strong inside you wanting to cum. You would ask, entreat, beg me to finish you. A finger grazing you again. The sound of my cloths coming off. Please you say, squirming on the bed, crushing your legs together trying to cum yourself but unable.

My fingers in your hair as I guide your mouth to my hardness. My fingers stroking across your public area almost touching you. I tell you to make me wet with your mouth is you want me in you. Your mouth opens and I slide inside. As a reward I slip a finger into you and slowly move it in and out. Faster and faster I go. Almost there you use your teeth on my head, pul back and beg me to be inside you.

I move between your legs and the head if my cock plays against your dripping engirged lips. You feel the slickness play back and forth in the entrance. Your hips thrust toward me wanting so bad to feel me slide into you. To feel your entrance stretch and me full you. With one long stroke I push so far inside you you can feel me on your cervix and you cum. Pulsing around me, legs pulling me in even deeper you convulse over and over, hands tied, abdomen heaving, feeling my sperm stream into you as I shout your name.

I felt your hands slowly pull the sheet back and your lips on my feet and shins. Hands wandering up my legs lips making their way to my thighs. Like the softest rose petals they kissed my quickening desire for you. The slickness if your mouth taking me, your tongue teasing me. Hair cascading over my groin, my fingers stroking your head, fingers entangled. Bringing me to the edge, you stop. Kisses for my stomach, for my chest, mouth, you reach down and guide me into your wet and quivering womanhood. I heard you sigh as I filled you. Your hand guiding my mouth to your breast, tongue and teeth on your nipples. No movement, just warmth and sweetness you moved your mouth to my ear and whispered, "Come in me. I want to feel it fill me." With those words you raised your hips, then plunged them down hard and came. My back arching I came inside you long and hard, you reciprocating again, your pelvis contracting as you took it into you and you came again knowing I was yours.

David sat in the bar waiting for J to arrive. He was excited in the way only J could excite him. He didn't know why. Was it because she was smart? beautiful? sexy? had an amazing soul? All of it, but he had known women like that before and while he was attracted to them, there was just something intangible about J that was like that one bottle of wine you always wanted and when you got it it was even better than you thought it would be.

Sitting in an out of the way corner, David reached for his martini in a rocks glass and savored the tart saltiness of the olive juice and felt the slivers of ice cut into his tongue. He remembered how J tasted, her mouth, her shoulders, her inner thighs, her wetness and laughed to himself as to how much a martini could sexually excite him. But it wasn't the martini he knew, it was that soon she would arrive. His last note to her was delivered by a bellboy a few minutes ago, asking her to come sit at the bar and wait.

Not two minutes later, he saw her enter the bar and his heart immediately jumped. She was perfect. Breezing in, the ivory silk showing off every beautiful curve, the hem allowing her legs to gather the gaze of every man in the room, her dark skin and eyes glowing. She paused to look around, but David was partially hidden, and her eyes glided right past. Chuckling David drank in her beauty, her eyes flashing around the room, her breasts, clearly without a bra, were outlined beneath the silk, her nipples providing form to the silk that embraced them. Shrugging a little, J went to the bar and sat on the corner stool. David saw the woman bartender ask and receive J's order and David laughed to himself knowing it well. J always drank mojiots.

After ordering the drink, J spun slowly around on the stool, anxiously wondering just where David may be. Her eyes took in the room, patron by patron. The sweet canoodling old couple, the young lovers who couldn't keep their hands off each other, the lonely woman at the end of the bar, the golfing 8-some laughing about their earlier game, two buddies deep in a heated exchange noticing nothing else. She kept scanning the room, feeling his eyes on her. In her animal sense she could feel he was looking at her from somewhere in the room and that feeling was like a warm hand gliding up her inner thigh, making her tingle. And she saw him in the corner, half hidden, his eyes smiling but intent, staring directly back into her own. J smiled instantly and automatically, a little balloon of joy filling up inside her chest. He was here! And he wanted me.

J's smile getting a bit more mischievous, holding his gaze, she sat a bit straighter, pressing her breasts out and moving her shoulders slightly back, pulling the dress tighter across her chest. Instantly the silk seemed to disappear and fit like a second skin to her body, naked underneath. Ohhh it felt so good to J, the silk tight and soft against her body. She could smell the silk from when her face was buried in it earlier in the hotel room and the memory of what her fingers did to her there caused her nipples to harden even more now, growing against the silk like buds forming on a flower stem. Turned on now, J decided to play with David a little. Feeling naughty J turned to retrieve her drink, and placing one arm on the back of the bar stool, as she turned back to the room, she simply opened the fingers of her left hand. Her body pivoted as she turned back, allowing her breast to slip under her open fingers, the tips gliding across the side, flicking at the nipple, and coming to rest so that her breast was at her hands mercy. With a sultry look, Her gaze intently holding him and only him, J began to move her fingers across her breast, almost tickling the silk that held it, tracing circles around her aureole, finger grazing the nipple, around and around, her mind beginning to fog a little with the intensity of the slight sensation. In her mind it was his mouth on her dress, his tongue making circles, his teeth at her nipple. She could feel the warmth grow between her lags now as she looked deeply but dreamily at him there across the room, but equally there at her breast, the silk becoming damp from his mouth. Not being able to hold back, she opened her palm and squeezed her breast hard, the pressure opening the desire in her, her other breast now aching to be touched. Relaxing her hand now, J took a deep breath and saw David's teasing smile from across the room.

She knew he loved to watch her, and somehow him watching her made her feel extra sexy. She had been looked at, oogled, watched my many men. J had the magnetic ability to draw all eyes to her, but his gaze was special. Equal parts cool intensity and fiery appreciation, J knew he saw her for who she was and loved, lusted, admired, wanted, appreciated all he saw.

With a wicked smile, J decided to up the ante. her left hand, still touching her breast, J set her drink back down on the bar, her fingers cool and wet from the condensation on the glass. Shifting in her seat, J positioned herself so that David could see both legs. Taking the finger of her right hand, J brought it to the side of her knee and traced a cold damp circle slowly up her inner thigh, eyes locked on his, knowing he saw her intentions. Slowly she edged her finger up, the palm of her hand contacting the seam of the dress, not stopping there and heedless of any other eyes watching her, J continued to stroke her nipple with the fingers of her left hand and move her finger ever so slowly up her inner thigh, dress bunching as it went higher and higher. Pausing inches below her pussy, J looked hard at David, mouthed the words "I want you", teased her inner thigh just a moment more, moved her skirt back into place, stood gathered her things.

Walking past David, J paused, turned and leaned towards him. Putting her mouth so that her lips touched his ear, she inhaled and felt her wetness grow, knowing that smell. The smell of his neck as she tasted it, her head buried in the crook of his neck while he laid on her, their sexes joined. That smell was a smell of being filled and happy. With a light kiss and a shift of her legs that accentuated the desire there, J said "Want to go for a walk?" stood, and headed to the door leading out onto the ocean terrace.

David stood and followed her. How could he not. His eyes never left the silk … ass that was perfectly outlined in front of him. Her little display, the warmth of her breath on his neck, the sound of her voice, and now the sway of her hips made him hard. She made him hard without even touching him. Amazing how she could do that.

Standing and putting down two twenties to cover their drinks, he followed her out the door. Moving to the far edge of the darkened patio. "Hey sailor." J giggled to him as he approached her. "enny for your thoughts?" J said holding a hand out for him. Reaching with his right hand, he took hers between his fingers and with his left arm he reached around J's waist, the palm of his hand pressing on the small of her back, pulling her closer. J's moved her face up and forward, her lips poised for his first kiss. Almost lifting her with his left hand, the palm hot against the silk, their lips met, gently touching, then pressing harder, her tongue lightly brushing against his closed lips, seducing them open, open mouthed now, tongues dancing, his arm pulling her harder to him, the taste of martinis and mojiots mixed, promised more. Breaking their kiss, J's eyebrows arched and with a laugh she said "Whew..."

"Hi J," David coo'd to her, their eyes locked together, each seeing the depths of the other. Reaching out again to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "o you like my dress?" J asked teasingly. "Your dress?" chuckled David. "Yup. Mine. Mine now. Or do you want it back?" her left hand going to the strap and sliding it down and over her shoulder. Leaning forward, David kissed her bare shoulder his hand going to the strap and lay lightly against her hand, pausing the downward movement. Smiling into her eyes, David laughed, "I'll let you keep it. Just remember though, you ever need to give it to me for safe keeping, just ask." Reaching his mouth down back to her shoulder, his lips opened from his kiss and he nibbled on the point of her shoulder. She shivered as she felt the sharpness of his teeth and the warmth of his body next to her. Her body yearned to feel his form pressed against hers, wanting to feel his breath, his hardness, his hands on her ass.

Turning towards the ocean and leaning forward against the balustrade, J felt David move close behind her, his right hand moving to the top of the barrier, his right arm in contact with her left arm. Listening to the waves, J wanting him to move closer into her, her breasts aching for his hands, the warmth between her legs burning, she shifted her hips backward and slightly moved her legs apart. Gently she could feel her silk covered ass brush lightly against his jeans. Smiling to herself, she pushed back a little harder and could feel the hardness behind the jeans. "Happy to see me, huh? J giggled, and moving her hand to his, she laced her fingers into his, leaned forward, her ass pressing harder, and kissed the back of his hand. Pulling his hand off the balustrade, she brought it to her lips, kissed the palm, and then with deliberation, a shiver inside her, she took his palm and placed it on her breast, feeling the heat of his hand against her, her nipple hard against him. His hand squeezed lightly, thumb and forefinger moving to outline the protruding nipple, tweaking it to even harder yearning. "Mmmmm" hummed J. "That's nice." Her eyes a bit glazed, but on the ocean, leaving his hand to explore her sensitive breast, J, reached down and back, her hand finding David's thigh, moving upward and inward, fingers searching, wanting, needing to touch him. To claim her prize. The sign that she was his and he was hers. Fingers lightly brushing the lines of his hard cock, she traced down its length to find the outline of the sensitive head, her hand opened and took the shape of him into her palm and she squeezed. David sighed into her neck, his hand slipping beneath the silk of her dress, his bare palm on her bare breast, his lips moving to the base of her neck, J's hand moving slowly up and down on his cock, his fingers teasing her nipple. "Is that for me?" giggled J? "Mmm Hmm" breathed David. "Nice." she sighed, turned her face to kiss him hard on the mouth.

Caught there in the moment together, their tongues playing tag, J giggled into his mouth and turned back to the ocean. Removing her hand, she flexed back into him, rubbing her ass against his hardness, his fingers still dancing with her nipple. "Mmmmm" J sighed. Moving her hand to his again, she extracted it from beneath her dress, lightly kissed the back of his hand and moved it down the front of her dress, across her belly, to her naked thigh. Pulling it up, she arched back again and spread her legs apart further, silently giving him access to her. David's fingers felt the heat between her legs and the moisture given off by her wetness. His fingers caressed her silk covered labia, teasing the lips with the gentlest of touches. J could feel his finger trace along the panties and reaching down, pushed his hand harder into her, his palm pressing on her mound, grinding against her clitoris. Pulling her panties aside, she pushed his hand onto her now exposed pussy, and groaned "fuck," as one finger slid along her slickness and into her cunt. "Oh fuck," she said again as David's finger slipped in and out, tracing up and around her clitoris, then dipping back inside her. In and out, up and down he slid, then two fingers into her, spreading her lips open, the sea air now washing against her exposed pussy. Two fingers in and out, in and out, then up and around her clit. His other hand sought out her breast now, pinching hard at the nipple, squeezing hard, his lips on her neck, fingers deep inside her, thrusting, opening, circling. her legs began to shake as the orgasm started deep inside her. His teeth biting into the skin below her ear, nipples bruising from his pinches, cunt flowing, his fingers soaked with her. In and out the fingers moved faster. "Fuck, shit, god, fuck..." J began to jerk as her muscles spasmed as she came hard from his touch. Wave after wave flowed over and through her as his fingers teased her clit, each flick causing a new spasm of joy. His fingers slowed as she came down from the high, a warm buzzing in her ears, the feel of his hard cock pressed against her. Lightly he kissed where he had just bitten. Slowly he massaged her mound with his sticky palm, and breathed "Hi J," into her neck.