Mickey Mantle Scores Again by seven
Mickey Mantle Scores Again
I sat there looking at the phone, deciding whether or not to call him. I decided against it. I showered and changed. I then remembered that I had promised to check in with my boss upon my arrival. Not able to think of a way out of it, I ending up having drinks with him. Two hours later, and a bit tipsy, I found myself in the same exact position on the bed -- staring at the phone. My hands were shaking as I called the desk for the room number.
Oh god, he is on his way up! I thought. He sounds so casual on the phone.
Maybe I am way off course with this thing. I mean, it was probably my imagination last week when I felt him standing there before I saw him. The hair on my neck suddenly stood up and I felt the movement of air on my arm. A shiver ran down my back. I knew that he was close, very close, but I didn't know why. What was this stranger doing invading my personal space? Does he realize the effect he is having on my senses? His shirt brushed my arm. My clit began to throb. I couldn't believe this! What was I thinking? I slowly turned around and he was staring right into my eyes. I stood frozen for a second then I fled.
Later before he left we discussed the plans for the following week. I don't remember any of that conversation except the last words, "so call me when you check in." No way! Definitely not. "Front desk? Could you please connect me to" I'm sure I opened that door. I must have. How else would he have gotten in? I could feel my nipples harden at the first sight of him - sexy arms, broad chest, tight ass. I felt my pussy getting wetter by the minute. God, I should have worn underwear! Was his body as hard as it looked? I had to find out. I imagined spreading my hands over his chest. I felt so hot. My cheeks grew pink at the sexy thoughts running through my mind. He sat. I sat. As is often the case today, I have no recollection of our conversation.
Something about my childhood, old boyfriend talk, whatever. Every single inch of my body was on fire. I had to kiss those lips. The curiosity was killing me! I figured that I would just go for it. If he says no I can blame it on the alcohol and forget the whole thing. He walked over to the bed and laid down. I found myself suddenly standing, following, until I realized that I had every intention of lying on top of him. What if he is just tired? Wouldn't that be an embarrassing surprise for me? I stopped walking. I heard a voice say, "I figured that I would just kiss you for a while, to see if I like it, if that is okay with you." Oh my god, that is my voice. "Is that what you want to do?" he asks. Nodding, I lay down next to him and turned to face him.
Kissing is very important to me. "What will I do if he is a bad kisser?" I ask myself. I'm worried but what the hell! I don't remember actually closing my eyes but I know they were closed. I always close my eyes while kissing. I felt like a magnet was pulling my lips to his. My head was swimming. Closer. Closer. Contact. So soft. Very nice. Not sloppy. Not too wet. Thank god! Every bit of my body relaxes and I feel like I am melting into him. Our breaths are coming at the same time. A sigh slips from my lips. Strong arms move around me, holding me tight. I reach up and place my hand against his cheek. Trailing my fingers down, I find where our mouths meet. I feel the sexy movement of our lips and tongues. Very nice but I need something else now. My fingers swim over his shirt and then all reason leaves me. I need to feel his skin against mine. Now. I pull up his shirt.
Smooth steel covered by soft skin. Two wins in a row. I'm happy. I don't ever want to stop touching him. Climbing on top, my knees on either side of his hips, I lift my shirt, lay, and press my throbbing tits against his chest, rubbing. We lay that way for minutes? Seconds? I don't even know. My hair is hanging down like a curtain, framing our faces as we continue to kiss.
Hips are really amazing, you know? They actually have a mind of their own.
They must be triggered by body temperature or something. Before I realize it, mine are grinding against him. I am softly sucking his tongue into my mouth at the same time. He reaches down under my skirt to cup my bare ass tightly. I can't take it any more. My pussy is so hot. My clit is swollen and dying for stimulation. I sit up and shift my short skirt. The front is just touching the front of his pants. The back of my skirt is draped over his thighs. I slowly lower myself down until I feel warm denim against my bare pussy. I am drowning in heat. I reach down and spread my pussy lips to expose my sensitive clit. I sit on his cock. He is so hard. He is holding my hips, letting me be in charge. Allowing me to take what I want from him - as much as I want. The feeling is so awesome that I throw my head back and just ride. My long blond hair is swinging across my back as I wiggle. I squeeze and pinch my tits under my shirt, pulling on my hard nipples. My excitement grows as I feel him reach over and gently rub my clit. I suddenly realize that there are only three items of clothing keeping me from being completely naked. Three items are really nothing when you think about it. I remove three items of clothing all the time and think nothing of it. Two gloves and a scarf. Two shoes and a sock. "Why not just get naked?" I ask myself. The good angel tries to get my attention ("Michelle, what are you doing?") but I can't hear her over the rapid beating of my heart. The devil in me prevails.
Off flies my pastel green t- shirt. I look into his eyes as I slowly unhook my bra. I don't want to miss his reaction. I peel back the fabric that is covering my juicy tits and watch his eyes widen at the sight before him. He can't resist. Reaching up, he begins to twist and tug at my hard nipples.
"You have beautiful breasts", he says. I am thinking that I would like nothing better than to have his mouth on me, sucking and biting them. As if reading my mind, he pulls me down to him and takes them one at a time into his mouth. I am leaning against the headboard, too weak with lust to hold myself up. We roll over in unison and he takes the lead. Off comes his shirt. His body looks as good as it feels. Muscular and smooth. I pull him down to lay on top of me. I want to feel his weight on me. I am thrusting my hips up to meet his and he is matching me perfectly. I suddenly feel cold as his body leaves mine. He slides down the bed, slipping an arm under each leg of mine, holding my waist, and reaches his tongue to my pussy. I think this is what heaven must be like. I can not lay still. I am moving my hips in tiny circles. He is fabulous! Equal attention is given to my lips and clit.
Two fingers are sliding slowly in and out of my wet pussy. Just when I think it can't get any better, I feel his lips close over my clit and start to suck gently. I cum in his mouth immediately, moaning loudly, grabbing his head and holding it there; thinking that if he were to stop, I would die.
After I cum, he kisses me deeply and I taste my pussy juice in his mouth.
This is enormously exciting and I am even more turned on than before. "I want to see your body. I want to taste you," I tell him. I roughly push him off me and he falls to the bed beside me. I unbutton and unzip him in record time. His cock is perfect. Large smooth head, soft warm skin and shaven balls. I can't help but reach over and squeeze them gently. I lick his smooth cockhead and then travel my tongue downward, wetting him completely.
For several minutes I bathe his cock with my tongue and I love every minute of it. I can tell that he does too. His hands are woven through my hair, driving his cock into my mouth, holding me a willing prisoner to his pleasure. My clit has started to pulsate again so I slip his leg between mine and rub my pink clit against his thigh and knee. My pussy juice is making his leg wet. I reach in and begin touching myself. I am wildly sucking cock and swirling my clit at the same time. I look up to see him watching me. His eyes are half closed, clouded with passion.
I am torn about the next step. My mind clears immediately. I was not planning on anything like this happening on this trip. I had no condoms with me. I tell myself that there will not be any fucking. I tell him the same thing but I soon find myself acting the slut, parting my lips and pulling his hard cock into me. I have no idea how long we fucked like that or how many orgasms I had. We roll all over the bed and fuck in several different positions. Little did I know that the best was yet to come. My favorite position for fucking is getting it from behind. It allows for deep penetration and I love the feeling of being held against a strong chest. I enjoy the passive position and the dominance that position gives my man over me. It also usually allows him a free hand to play with my clit. We separated and I flipped over, pressing my ass back against him. He knew exactly what it was that I needed. He thrust his cock into me and I couldn't help but let a gasp escape from my lips. He road me like that for some time, slamming his cock brutally into me, sometimes twisting his hands in my long hair. His words were shocking and exciting at the same time, " Is this what you need, Baby? I know it is. You need to be fucked like this, don't you? Tell me how good it feels." I was sobbing with pleasure. I lost count of the times I came. I became so weak that my arms would no longer hold me up.
Craving more cock in my mouth, I laid him down on the bed and crawled between his legs. "Please cum in my mouth. I want to feel you cum," I told him. We finished with him on his back, shooting his load down my throat. I swallowed every drop. Perfect.
This story is part of White Shadow's Nasty Stories.
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