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Our luck couldn’t be better. I was able to arrange for a hotel near the parks and municipal buildings. It also happened to be the weekend of the art fair. We arrived early, before our room was ready. Leaving our bags with the bellman, we decided to see a bit of the city. In the city park next to the hotel, the artists were setting up their booths. Because this was your first visit to Toronto, I knew the perfect introduction to the city. After a short cab ride, we arrived at the ferry landing. I bought rolls and coffee, and we took the next ferry to the islands. Looking back at the skyline, we could see the morning sun reflecting brightly off the skyscrapers.
Once on the island, we selected a walking path near the shore. There were a few joggers and people on bikes, but this early in the morning we often had the path to ourselves. Perfect for the small talk of getting acquainted. Any of that first meeting awkwardness soon vanished and we were talking like old friends.
Later, we rode the ferry back and walked through the shops of the underground. After a nice lunch, we wandered back to the hotel. The art fair was in full swing by now, so we spent a pleasant afternoon going from booth to booth. By early evening, we were both pleasantly tired from all the walking. The plan was to get cleaned up and go to dinner near the hotel.
The room was perfect. An older hotel, large rooms with oversized furniture, recently redecorated. We were on the 11th floor with a floor to ceiling window that gave us a spectacular view of the skyline.
Hot
Soon we were in the shower together. The warm water felt perfect. Your face turned up to the spray, eyes shut. I stood behind you, came up close. We were so tired, I felt a gentle tenderness rather than anything erotic at this point. I kissed you lightly on the neck, my hands on your shoulders. You tilted your neck, for another kiss, and I moved closer, my chest against your back, my hands slipped down your shoulders. I took the soap, reached around and started lathering your ample breasts. So much for my honorable intentions! You sighed and leaned your head back. My hands enjoying the curve and weight of your breasts, tracing down your stomach and up again, fingers tracing your nipples. I kissed your neck, your shoulders. You reached around, found my semi-erect cock. I was amazed at your one handed, behind-your-back skill. Alternating gentle tugs on the head, soft strokes of the shaft, rubbing my balls between your thumb and fingers, you slowly and deliciously brought me to full attention.
You turned and we kissed, deeply, passionately, but with no sense of urgency. We were just playing, enjoying the kiss and our roving hands. I turned you to the wall, had you put your hands above your head, leaning forward for support, legs slightly spread. I kneeled behind you, kissed you thighs and buttocks as I soaped the inside of your thighs. The steam was getting so thick that the scene had an almost dreamlike quality, as my fingers traveled upward, tracing the beautiful contours of the lips of your pussy and then slipping slowly and deliberately inside. Fully inserted, I applied just the right pressure as I brought my fingers out. I heard a gentle gasp, so I repeated the motions carefully paying attention to your movements and breathing. One of the delights of a new lover is learning just how and where to apply that special touch. I had you turn to face me, and prop one foot on the tile ledge. I buried my face in your pussy, nibbling, sucking, my tongue exploring, savoring your taste and wetness. Your hands on my head, urging me…. your hips gently rolling, thrusting forward…and things were just beginning to get serious when….
Cold
The steam set off the smoke detector in the room. Evidently we left the door to the bathroom open enough to let a sizeable amount of steam escape. We were both out of the shower, waving towels to dissipate the steam, laughing crazily. The phone rang and I had to explain to the front desk that we were ok and that steam had triggered the alarm. Of course, I left out the details of exactly how we generated that much steam. I hung up the phone and turned to see you looking at me, practically quaking with repressed laughter. I was standing there dripping wet, a towel in one hand, and a huge erection. So much for dignity in the face of disaster. I said, “I think I have a good idea.” We both finished the thought at the same time: Room Service!
As it turned out, room service turned out to be a great idea. One of those quick thunderstorms came in off the lake. We had turned out the lights in the room, moved a large overstuffed chair next to the window, and watched the rain. Comfy in our bathrobes, I sat in the chair, and you sat on the floor leaning on my knees as we finished the last of the wine. I was entranced as I watched your face, lit only by the city lights and occasional flashes of lightning. You seemed so completely absorbed. Suddenly you turned to face me, smiling, and asked, “ And what are you thinking?”
Hot
A few moments later I could hardly think at all as I watched your sweet lips, wrapped tightly around my cock, traveling energetically the full length of my shaft. Guys joke about all blowjobs are good blowjobs, but this was something truly special. This wasn’t a dainty lick around the head and shaft kind of thing. I was receiving the most uninhibited, energetic, enthusiastic and noisy suck of my life. Just the sounds alone would have been enough to make me cum as I listened to wet sounds, your gasping as you came up for air, your grunts and murmurs, and your exclamations of how much you loved my cock and wanted my cum. The sights were just as stimulating, your head bobbing, shifting your position to work the shaft from a slightly different angle, my cock wet and shining with your saliva, your eyes often half closed with concentration but sometimes looking right into mine with an incredible brightness and lust. And, oh god, how it felt. An amazing orchestration of lips, teeth, tongue, hands and breasts. The sensation of sliding time after time down the back of your throat, bringing me right to the edge followed by a quick pinch right below the head or a quick bite to distract me and slow things down again. Gradually it dawned on me that you had a definite goal in your efforts. The prolonged and intense sucking had given me the biggest erection of my life….while pushing me to the edge and pulling me back created an incredible amount of control. We were ready for one incredible fuck……
Our luck couldn’t be better. I was able to arrange for a hotel near the parks and municipal buildings. It also happened to be the weekend of the art fair. We arrived early, before our room was ready. Leaving our bags with the bellman, we decided to see a bit of the city. In the city park next to the hotel, the artists were setting up their booths. Because this was your first visit to Toronto, I knew the perfect introduction to the city. After a short cab ride, we arrived at the ferry landing. I bought rolls and coffee, and we took the next ferry to the islands. Looking back at the skyline, we could see the morning sun reflecting brightly off the skyscrapers.
Once on the island, we selected a walking path near the shore. There were a few joggers and people on bikes, but this early in the morning we often had the path to ourselves. Perfect for the small talk of getting acquainted. Any of that first meeting awkwardness soon vanished and we were talking like old friends.
Later, we rode the ferry back and walked through the shops of the underground. After a nice lunch, we wandered back to the hotel. The art fair was in full swing by now, so we spent a pleasant afternoon going from booth to booth. By early evening, we were both pleasantly tired from all the walking. The plan was to get cleaned up and go to dinner near the hotel.
The room was perfect. An older hotel, large rooms with oversized furniture, recently redecorated. We were on the 11th floor with a floor to ceiling window that gave us a spectacular view of the skyline.
Hot
Soon we were in the shower together. The warm water felt perfect. Your face turned up to the spray, eyes shut. I stood behind you, came up close. We were so tired, I felt a gentle tenderness rather than anything erotic at this point. I kissed you lightly on the neck, my hands on your shoulders. You tilted your neck, for another kiss, and I moved closer, my chest against your back, my hands slipped down your shoulders. I took the soap, reached around and started lathering your ample breasts. So much for my honorable intentions! You sighed and leaned your head back. My hands enjoying the curve and weight of your breasts, tracing down your stomach and up again, fingers tracing your nipples. I kissed your neck, your shoulders. You reached around, found my semi-erect cock. I was amazed at your one handed, behind-your-back skill. Alternating gentle tugs on the head, soft strokes of the shaft, rubbing my balls between your thumb and fingers, you slowly and deliciously brought me to full attention.
You turned and we kissed, deeply, passionately, but with no sense of urgency. We were just playing, enjoying the kiss and our roving hands. I turned you to the wall, had you put your hands above your head, leaning forward for support, legs slightly spread. I kneeled behind you, kissed you thighs and buttocks as I soaped the inside of your thighs. The steam was getting so thick that the scene had an almost dreamlike quality, as my fingers traveled upward, tracing the beautiful contours of the lips of your pussy and then slipping slowly and deliberately inside. Fully inserted, I applied just the right pressure as I brought my fingers out. I heard a gentle gasp, so I repeated the motions carefully paying attention to your movements and breathing. One of the delights of a new lover is learning just how and where to apply that special touch. I had you turn to face me, and prop one foot on the tile ledge. I buried my face in your pussy, nibbling, sucking, my tongue exploring, savoring your taste and wetness. Your hands on my head, urging me…. your hips gently rolling, thrusting forward…and things were just beginning to get serious when….
Cold
The steam set off the smoke detector in the room. Evidently we left the door to the bathroom open enough to let a sizeable amount of steam escape. We were both out of the shower, waving towels to dissipate the steam, laughing crazily. The phone rang and I had to explain to the front desk that we were ok and that steam had triggered the alarm. Of course, I left out the details of exactly how we generated that much steam. I hung up the phone and turned to see you looking at me, practically quaking with repressed laughter. I was standing there dripping wet, a towel in one hand, and a huge erection. So much for dignity in the face of disaster. I said, “I think I have a good idea.” We both finished the thought at the same time: Room Service!
As it turned out, room service turned out to be a great idea. One of those quick thunderstorms came in off the lake. We had turned out the lights in the room, moved a large overstuffed chair next to the window, and watched the rain. Comfy in our bathrobes, I sat in the chair, and you sat on the floor leaning on my knees as we finished the last of the wine. I was entranced as I watched your face, lit only by the city lights and occasional flashes of lightning. You seemed so completely absorbed. Suddenly you turned to face me, smiling, and asked, “ And what are you thinking?”
Hot
A few moments later I could hardly think at all as I watched your sweet lips, wrapped tightly around my cock, traveling energetically the full length of my shaft. Guys joke about all blowjobs are good blowjobs, but this was something truly special. This wasn’t a dainty lick around the head and shaft kind of thing. I was receiving the most uninhibited, energetic, enthusiastic and noisy suck of my life. Just the sounds alone would have been enough to make me cum as I listened to wet sounds, your gasping as you came up for air, your grunts and murmurs, and your exclamations of how much you loved my cock and wanted my cum. The sights were just as stimulating, your head bobbing, shifting your position to work the shaft from a slightly different angle, my cock wet and shining with your saliva, your eyes often half closed with concentration but sometimes looking right into mine with an incredible brightness and lust. And, oh god, how it felt. An amazing orchestration of lips, teeth, tongue, hands and breasts. The sensation of sliding time after time down the back of your throat, bringing me right to the edge followed by a quick pinch right below the head or a quick bite to distract me and slow things down again. Gradually it dawned on me that you had a definite goal in your efforts. The prolonged and intense sucking had given me the biggest erection of my life….while pushing me to the edge and pulling me back created an incredible amount of control. We were ready for one incredible fuck……
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