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Caitlyn & Gwylan discover a new aspect to their relationship.
"Wonder what HE has on his mind, as if I don't know."
He reached out and took her hand again, telling her how glad he was that she'd come to meet him. He was stroking her hand the entire time, and the effect was quite erotic. "No use ruining things so soon by telling him I'm leaving," she thought.
She found the Margarita to be excellent, so cool and refreshing after the heat of the mid-day Florida sun. "Gotta be careful, here," she thought.
They chatted about this and that: the sale of her house, his job, her job, the heat. Although they were well acquainted with each other from the internet, it was necessary to "break the ice." Soon, however, he surprised her.
She was startled to find his shoeless foot stroking her leg. He'd removed a loafer under the table, and was stroking her legs with his foot. It was a little funny, like something from a movie, but stimulating at the same time. Contrasting urges battled--the desire to laugh, and that throbbing feeling between her legs.
All the while, he acted as though nothing were happening under the table, carrying out idle banter and stroking her hand. Also, she had begin to feel the effects of the Margarita, which she noted with some surprise, was all gone. He smoothly ordered her another.
His foot was tracing lines from her inner thigh down to her foot, and it was VERY distracting. She found herself reflecting on what he had told her he wanted to do with her, and imagining it happening. "Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, after all," she reflected.
By the time the second drink was empty, she was ready to accept his offer to join him in his room. She got up, a little wobbly, (not the knees, this time) and allowed him to escort her to the elevator.
When the door closed, he pulled her around to make eye contact, and slowly drew his face closer to hers. Their eyes closed and their lips met for that first kiss. He was much gentler than she'd expected, and did not use his tongue at all. The kiss went on, and on, until finally, the car reached their floor.
With his arm around her, he swiped the door lock and entered his room. She saw that he'd removed the top sheet and spread, and soon he had soft music playing. He moved back to her, this time pulling her to him more firmly.
Their lips met again, and she found her lip opening for his tongue, probing her, finding hers.
His hands weren't still, either. They'd moved from her back, down her backside, and gripped the cheeks of her ass. One hand lingered there, squeezing rhythmically, while the other found her rock-hard nipples, rolling and pulling on them.
The kisses continued, and somehow, he removed her top. She didn't really remember it happening, but was convinced it had, as his kisses drew down her neck, alternately licking and sucking, down to her nipples.
She amazed herself, by tugging at his pullover shirt, helping him take it off. As his head moved from one breast to the other, she stroked his bare back. He picked her up, and gently deposited her on the bed. She'd worn a skirt for this meeting, with no hose, and, very uncharacteristically, had also omitted any panties at the last minute. That was before she'd decided to chicken out.
"This can't be happening," she thought, as he found the button and zipper to the skirt, and clumsily got it opened. He pulled the skirt of, watching it slide over her shapely legs, shaved extra-smooth for today.
"Mmmmmm..." he half-moaned, when her bush was revealed. Slipping the skirt free, he lightly dusted her bush with his finger, almost teasing it, like a hairdo. She could feel the slight tugging of the hairs on her labia, the tiny tugs amplified by her need, which was increasing steadily.
"You have a beautiful little body," he told her, and moved his kisses downwards.