At the B&B

A Story by smileyfoxx

The bed and breakfast was booked. I had sorted it out as soon as I knew he would be back in town. As soon as I knew I could see him again. I had booked a room in a small, family run bed and breakfast, which had only a few rooms. It felt nice �" intimate even. Well, when the day arrived, I went to the B&B to get ready for the night ahead. I wasn’t going to see him until I was already in town, so I had to make sure I looked nice and sexy before walking in, making sure I left the room nice and tidy.

As I curled my hair, all I could think about was his sexy body. But not just how sexy he was �" I was thinking about how he smiled at me, I was thinking about how he made me laugh at everything he did. I was thinking about how my feelings for him had grown and grown, but I pushed them back. He might be sleeping with me tonight, but he could be sleeping with her tomorrow �" I never knew. So I pushed the feelings back, and focused on the physical attraction �" that was much easier to deal with. Thinking all these things, I had gone on auto pilot. My hair was done, all nice and curly (after having poker straight hair, occasionally I liked a bit of a change!). As I did my makeup (the smoky look again), I thought of what I might do with him tonight. My mind ran away…

…His eyes pierced my skin with each look, it burnt holes through my dress, as though there was no dress at all. As though I was already there, completely naked. And I knew that’s what he was thinking �" he was undressing me in his mind. The same way that I looked straight through his tight shirts, and all I could think about was the tight abs and sexy muscles beneath. All I could think of was the snail trail and muscle line that lead to his thick dick. It was dark, no one could see us �" as the windows of the car steamed up, no one could have seen us anyway. Clambering into the back seat of the car as quickly as possible, they steamed up further. But I was already so hot and sweaty from the anticipation, I could already feel the moistness growing between my legs. I was ready for him. I wanted him now. As I lay back along the back seat, he climbed on top of me and kissed me, hard and passionately. His kisses were amazing, I wish they would never stop! I was so eager, I wanted him so badly! I wanted to feel him slide into my juicy c**t. I wanted to feel him pounding me hard and fast. God, the anticipation was killing me! I grasped at his belt, and at the buttons of his jeans �" I couldn’t get them off quick enough! As soon as his dick sprung free, I ran my hand up and down his shaft. I felt him growing harder in my hand, which I barely thought was possible. Still kissing me, I could wait no longer. He had worked me up so much, I thought I was going to cum soon, with or without him inside me! As I pushed my p***y closer to him, he couldn’t wait any longer either, and thrust himself inside me. Oh it was amazing. He feels amazing every time. Over and over he pounded my p***y �" there was such passion, such a want, such a need for each other. Like nothing else mattered but being together right now. I knew I was going to cum quickly, and he had turned me on so much already. And no sooner had I thought it, than I came all over his massive dick, as he continued to slide in and out of me. As he felt my p***y tighten around his dick (which he always enjoys), he came inside me, pushing in harder and harder until I had every last drop. Kissing again, I felt such pleasure �" not just from the orgasm �" I was happy, immensely happy….

My makeup was done, hair was done, and dress and shoes were on. I was ready! I realised as I went to walk out the door, that I was already dripping wet. My p***y was so wet I could feel it dripping out. I was so turned on already, I wished he was with me now. Walking into town, I felt a little ‘underdressed’ �" I was wearing a nice, tight grey and black frilly dress (the one I had bought when I went to meet him at his army base). I loved it, I thought it made me look sexy, and loved the way he looked at me when I was wearing it �" like I was the sexiest person alive. As I walked up to him in the bar, I was transfixed on his smile and his eyes. It’s like everything was going in slow motion. I always felt that way when I was with him �" like no one else was there but me and him, like no one else mattered, even if we were in a crowded room. I felt so happy, stood at his side.

Drink after drink we had, until I could feel it all going to my head. But as the drink went to my head, my desire for him increased. Once again it was all I could think about �" I was constantly turned on with him �" it was like he knew all my buttons, it was like he knew me, like he cared (even if he never said it). A while later, I told him we needed to head back, as I couldn’t wait any longer, and so we slowly walked back to the bed and breakfast. We had sex over and over, and it was amazing, like it always is. But it was blurry, drunk sex. In the morning, we headed down for breakfast, leaving enough time to do what we wanted in the room after...

…Crawling back into bed, he slowly took my top off, sliding his hand round my back to reach my bra strap and ping it open. As my tits broke free, he clasped his mouth around them, rolling his tongue around my n****e, before giving a teasing nip with his teeth. I was already in so much pleasure, it was like I could barely move, but I managed to clumsily take his shirt off, tugging it over his head. He was so sexy. I swear he made my knees week just looking at him. Whilst kissing me, he fumbled around, hastily trying to remove my belt, and take my jeans off. As he managed to tug them over my ankles, he went for his own and pulled them down as quickly as possible. Sliding back up the bed, he stopped, and slowly kissed up my thigh, and back down the other, letting his tongue tease its way down as he did so. As he came back up, he stopped to kiss my c**t, before burying his face in my juicy p***y. He licked slowly at first, getting faster and harder. I loved it when he went down on me, he was amazing and knew all the right spots. Waves of pleasure were rippling through my body, and before I knew it, I was cuming as he continued to eat my p***y. He continued until I could take no more, and came up to kiss me. As he kissed me, he slid his hard, fat dick into my p***y, causing me to groan with pleasure.

We didn’t do it hard and fast �" this was different… it was slow, and feeling. With each thrust I felt closer to him, happier with him. With each thrust, I knew I wanted more, and I hoped he felt the same. Slow, and continuous, he hit just the right spot, and still managed to rub my c**t. I was in so much pleasure, I wanted to feel all of him inside me with each deep, slow thrust, so I grabbed round his a*s and pulled him in as hard as I could. Again and again. I could feel another orgasm building. And as I neared the edge, I told him I was close. And when I finally came all over his thick dick, he came with me �" not after me like he normally does, but we came together. And it was amazing. I’m sure I felt a connection, but I can’t be sure if he did. I wondered if this was the moment I had truly fallen in love with him, or whether each small moment had built up to it, and this had made it final. Either way, there was no turning back now �" I just had to be careful �" I couldn’t let him know…