High-Rise Heatwave

The hotel room was a decadent invitation, all plush velvet and panoramic views of a sun-drenched pool teeming with bodies. Greg, my husband, and I had chosen this upscale establishment for a weekend getaway, seeking a temporary escape from the predictable rhythms of our lives. There was a subtle current of hedonism that permeated the air, an undercurrent of lust that both excited and intrigued me. As we settled onto the balcony, overlooking the scene below, a primal urge began to stir within me. The sight of the women sunbathing, some without clothing, sparked a desire that was both exhilarating and slightly unnerving. It was an invitation, a challenge to abandon inhibitions and embrace the raw, unfiltered pleasure of the moment.

I glanced at Greg, his eyes mirroring my own burgeoning excitement. He seemed to understand the shift in my mood, the unspoken desire hanging between us. Without a word, I unbuttoned my silk blouse, the cool air immediately caressing my bare skin. It was a liberating act, a shedding of responsibilities and a complete immersion in the present moment. As the blouse slipped from my shoulders, I continued my de-dressing ritual, unzipping my skirt and rolling it away, revealing my pantiless form to the afternoon sun. The sensation of warmth on my skin, the freedom of movement, and the awareness of our mutual arousal heightened my senses.

Turning my attention to Greg, I began the process of undressing him, starting with the buttons of his crisp white shirt. As he shrugged it off, revealing his broad chest, I dropped his shorts, letting his member rise uninhibited to meet my gaze. The sight of it, pale and firm, sent a shiver down my spine. It was an object of pure desire, a symbol of the pleasure that lay ahead. I knelt before him, reaching down to gently grip his balls, feeling the warmth and sensitivity of his flesh. Then, I took his shaft into my mouth, opening my jaws as wide as possible before closing my lips around the base. The texture, the scent, the sheer power of his presence overwhelmed me.

As I moved my head forward and back, seeking the optimal angle for pleasure, I found that with complete relaxation, I could swallow him whole, drawing him up my throat until the back of my tongue brushed against his sensitive skin. The sensation was intense, both stimulating and slightly alarming. Gagging reflex took over, but I fought it back, determined to fully experience this moment of unbridled pleasure. Taking a deep breath, I repeated the action, shaking my head slightly as the tickle in my throat intensified. The tip of his cock scratched the itch, and I could continue without gagging, lost in the sensation of his body against mine.

The saliva began to accumulate, mixing with his pre-cum as we continued our intimate exploration. The resulting concoction had a thick, viscous texture and an intoxicating aroma. When it started to make a gargling sound with each breath I drew, I paused for a moment to swallow, savoring the salty sweetness of the mixture. "Aw, I liked that sound," Greg murmured, a playful grin spreading across his face. "It’s sexy to know you find me mouthwatering." I smiled back, acknowledging his observation with a knowing glance. "I do, but I don't want to drown!"

After regaining my composure, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft while he oozed more pre-cum, making the whole experience feel slimy and decadent. "More, please," he begged, and I obliged, increasing my intensity and reveling in the freedom I had to explore his body. Then, I proceeded to below his balls, sucking deeply, pulling him to his knees so that his balls rested atop my nose while his shaft brushed against my forehead. The pressure was exquisite, the stimulation intense. As I tongued his perineum, his cock oozed more pre-cum onto my hair, a sticky, messy testament to our shared pleasure.

Suddenly, Greg took control, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down onto the balcony floor. The warmth of his breath against my swollen mound ignited a fresh wave of desire. The sensation was both intense and slightly overwhelming. "Let me take care of you now," he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation. As he drew me closer, his tongue searched until it found my clit, drawing it between his lips with a sip. He suckled the prominent peak like a nipple before opening his mouth wide and darting his pointed tongue up and down, licking and flicking it. Meanwhile, Greg’s hand moved to my pussy, and his fingers explored inside, teasing and stimulating my sensitive tissues. But soon, he withdrew them and tucked them under my buns, lifting my hips until he could bury his tongue inside me while his nose ground against my clit. "Fuck me NOW!" I demanded, my voice raw with desire.

Greg covered me, and I drew my legs back until my knees almost touched my tits. He aligned himself carefully, and with a mighty thrust, his cock sank into me. Heaven. Each forward motion drew my clit down toward his entering cock and stimulated it; each withdrawing stroke released it and left me aching for the return. He pumped with such vigor that I couldn't stay quiet. My body buckled and convulsed as I came with a mighty "WAAH! Ahh! Ahh." Recognizing his success, Greg grinned, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. Then he got up, went to the lounger, and lay back, waiting for his turn.

Instantly, I grabbed his erection and tasted my sweet juices as I started to suck him with flair. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar words: “Yeah, suck my cock. Suck it. Suck,” and then, “Oh, I’m cumming! Suck it out!” I stopped for only a second and said, “Shoot!” With his cock back in my mouth, I felt a gush of warm cum ejaculate into my mouth and dribble down his shaft. While he continued to cum, I pulled back a bit, and the subsequent shots made a mess of my face. But I returned to devour all the yumminess from his flaccid cock and lick his balls clean before wiping my face with my hand and savouring the juices it collected. Then we kissed and lay still for almost an hour but eventually recovered our senses and jumped into the shower. “You know what?” Greg said as he lathered my breasts. “You are a sexy treasure. You make me feel like a man.” “I am blessed to be your blessing,” I answered. “Now, about round two…” He laughed. “Later,” he said. “Let’s get clean before we get dirty again.” I could hardly wait.

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