Forty Eight Hours

“A startled moan escaped her lips, and she tilted her head back as his tongue flicked one nipple and his hand caressed the other. She was sure he could feel her heart pounding and sense her inexperience. She closed her eyes, and the possibility of being caught by someone—anyone—dissipated as she focused on the pleasure he was giving her.”

Marina is a normal career woman. At 35, she is divorced and has no children. She is an active member of the community. Though she is a conservative dresser, her cute face and gorgeous “B” cups still turn heads. At 5’8″ and 120lbs; she’s a classy woman. She has a very modest demeanor, but her ex knows she has an amazing libido. Her friends in the community are stunned when they found out, she had went on a date with me. I surprised her with a call, telling her to meet me Friday evening at The Rosewood Mansion at Turtle Creek in the bar at 7pm. Marina was shocked that I wanted to see her again. Marina and I had talked on our first date about going to a hotel in the metroplex and having marathon sex. I told her I would send a limo to pick her up and bring her to the hotel. Marina came out of her apartment building and seen a stretch limo waiting for her. As she approached the limo, the driver got out and opened the door for her. She slid into the black leather seat and was surprised to see me, as the driver closed the door.
Marina had always dreamed about riding in a limo and now I have made her dream come true. We start driving and we poured each other a drink from the bar.

We sip our drinks and she snuggles in my arms as we drove around downtown Dallas. The city lights and view from the limo is amazing. She had never been able to sit back and actually enjoy the beautiful skyline until this moment. It is incredibly romantic and she looks into my eyes to let me know how much she loved me. I lightly run my fingers down the side of her face, caressing her neck and the skin exposed from her low-cut dress. I slowly move my hand around to grasp her bare back. She gave a low moan as I pull her closer, spreading her legs wider. We feel each other’s heat through our clothes. She reaches for my manhood and feels I am already throbbing for her. One of my hands slip up her dress, working to get her black satin panties off. Marina gives me a devilish grin as she unzipped my pants. I slowly pull down the zipper on her dress. She gives me a quick wink as I slip the other hand up her dress. Marina feels a slight tug then hears the ripping of thin fabric as my hands pull down her legs with the remainder of her panties. I stifle her moans of anticipation with a deep kiss. She is powerless in my grasp and wants it that way. Marina turns and whispers in my ear, ” I want you…I need you to be in me.”

I inhale sharply and buried my face in the soft skin of her neck. After kissing and biting her neck, I lean back and gaze deeply into her eyes. I wrap my arms around her, scratching her naked back. She feels the burning trails of every nail. Writhing in a combination of extreme pain and pleasure, she slaps my cheek. At first not hard, then again and harder. I reach over and grab her waist. She smacks me again with her other hand. We are both enjoying this new strange pleasure. He grabbed my other hand and kissed me roughly on the mouth. I struggled slightly in his strong grip, wanting to tear his shirt open and claw at his chest. I surrendered completely at his mercy. He released my hands and we smiled wickedly at each other. I slowly put my arms around his neck and kissed him with my fingers running through his soft brown hair. Suddenly my kiss turned to a bite and I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back so our eyes had to meet. ” Now! I want you inside of me now!” She demanded. I put my arms around her and pull her so she is straddling me in the back of the limo. I thrust my massive throbbing cock deep inside her. I feel her wetness as I slide my cock in. She released her grip as I buried my head in her tits. We rock back and forth with pleasure mounting every second. Our breathing is heavy and uneven. Moans and bits of words could be heard. I feel every muscle in her body convulsing in ecstasy. The muscles contracting and releasing around my big hard dick. Moving as one being we are so close.

I shot my load deep in her pussy. We both yell out uncontrollably in the heat of orgasm. My cock stayed rock hard giving her multiple orgasms as we pulled up at the hotel. Marina slides off of me and next to me in the seat. Our breathing slows as we held each other and kissed. Our faces are flushed and we hurry to put ourselves back together. She just barely got her tits back in her dress and my cock back in my pants when the driver opened the door. As we left the limo the driver gave both us a knowing wink and she sees the tent in my pants. After the show we put on I knew the driver would relieve himself as soon as he turned the corner. I gave the driver a $500.00 tip. Marina
followed me as I strode to the elevator. She had the feeling that everyone waiting for an elevator knew what was happening, but she didn’t care. She wants to see what will happen next. She wants to feel my hands on her again, wants to put on another little show for me. No, not just wanted, needed. For the first time in her life, she needed to be right where she is. No doubt. No worries. No fear. Just lust and desire. She has never been with a man that makes her so horny and is so spontaneous. The elevator doors open and I held the door open for her, waving her in before me. When someone else tried to enter, I blocked them: holding my hand up as if to say “stop” and spoke only one word. ” No.”

Others stepped back, allowing the elevator doors to close. I turn to her and order harshly, ” Take your dress off now, or I rip it from your body!” She didn’t care that it was an order. She slips the tight little dress off over her head, letting me see her black lacy bra- a tiny little thing that barely covers her nipples. Her breasts are heaving as I reach my hands around her and pull her to me roughly, devouring her mouth with mine. My lips are hot, steely and demanding. My tongue took possession of hers, teasing her, letting her know there were more pleasures to come. The elevator stops and I tore my mouth from hers. She reaches for her dress, but I said ” Later!” and pull her into the hallway. Marina entered a room and the door closed behind her, I flipped on the lights and she found herself in a very luxurious suite, with a large seating area, a fireplace, floor to ceiling windows with a balcony. She had no idea what floor she is on and didn’t really care. She notices a huge bed off at one end and another one in an adjoining room, with an open door. She feels my gaze on her and she realized how she must look. Naked, thigh-highs and stilettos. She has never worn stilettos before, so she had purchased this pair just this afternoon. I clear my throat and she brought her eyes to mine. The intensity in my eyes made her nipples ache and she breathed in sharply. I watch her small, round and bouncy breasts rise and fall.

I wave her over to the couch and I sat down next to her, my arm resting on the back, inches away from her shoulders. My gaze keeps drifting back to her breasts and every time I did that she feels a surge of lust rush through her.
” We do this for the weekend and walk away. No commitments, no strings, if we want to continue seeing each other we can. I will pay for all expenses. My breath is hot as I spoke. I seem to be getting closer with each word. She feels the heat begin to spread between her legs again. ” Now, Marina,” I whisper, ” do you have any rules?” She shook her head, unable to think. ” Have you ever done this before?” I ask. ” No. I have never spent a night or a weekend with a man, since my divorce. Your the first man I have had sex with since my divorce.” I knew, she was nervous as I inch closer, letting my hand rest on her shoulder, brushing her hair back with the other. ” Something came over me when I saw you the first time,” she admitted, almost in a whisper. ” It was a rush of intensity and I had no way to fight it.” Her eyes fell to the bed, afraid to look at me for a moment. I smiled at her honesty and wondered how many men she had been with after her divorce. I lean over and took her right breast in my left hand, thumbing the nipple and feeling her inhale sharply as I rain small, hot, wet kisses on her neck. ” How many?” I asked. She is sinking into a swirl of sensations and wasn’t sure what I was asking. My hand feels so incredible on her breast. ” What?” She murmurs. ” How many men have you been with after the divorce?” I ask as my grip on her breast became rougher.

She answers slowly, lost in the heat of the moment. ” Two.” I pull back instantly and look into her deep brown eyes. I’m shocked. I was sure she was more experienced than that. Wasn’t she? My hand gripped her chin and made her look me in the eye. ” Two? Two men?” She isn’t sure what is going on. My tone had changed. I sounded upset. Why is he stopping? What is wrong? She just wanted me to start touching her again. But my questions brought her back to reality. ” Yes, two. My ex- husband and one other man after my divorce.” She paused, waiting for some sign of what I wanted, but I just stared at her, so she continued. ” The other was a guy at my work. It was over five years ago. Why?” I stood up. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration.