Stockgrower's Sweat Session

The elevator doors hissed open on the fourth floor of the Hyatt Regency in Kansas City, and Sam Mason stepped out, the lingering scent of the stockgrower convention clinging to his tailored suit. The second day had been brutal, filled with tense meetings and power plays at the Annual Stockgrower’s Convention, a relentless pressure he’d felt acutely alongside his wife, Jena. She’d warned him this morning, her voice tight with concern, that today’s sessions would be particularly difficult, a sentiment he’d certainly felt. The weight of the Promotion Committee’s responsibilities, and the constant friction between competing personalities, had taken its toll. As he swiped his key card and entered their opulent suite, thoughts of Jena, always a potent force, immediately seized his attention. The tantalizing awareness of her presence, even across the room, ignited a slow burn of desire within him, an insistent hum that demanded release. The memory of her freckled forehead, the delicate curve of her neck – these details replayed in his mind, each one fueling the growing heat. He'd found himself struggling to maintain composure throughout the day, his seat feeling like a prison as her presence drew him in, forcing him to fight an overwhelming urge to succumb.

He summoned room service, requesting a bottle of chilled Chenin Blanc and two filets mignon, medium rare, to be delivered in two hours. As he waited, he dug into his suitcase, retrieving a meticulously chosen item hidden beneath his side of the king-size bed: a silk robe of hunter green velvet, chosen specifically for its luxurious feel and the subtle hint of arousal it evoked. Next, he made a quick phone call to the hotel florist, placing an order for a dozen crimson roses, their vibrant color and delicate scent a silent promise of the pleasure to come. Within minutes, the fragrant blooms arrived, their velvety petals radiating a captivating warmth. Sam surveyed his preparations, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He freshened his appearance, but consciously avoided shaving, letting a rugged stubble hint at his raw masculinity. He selected a music channel featuring sultry jazz, dimmed the lights to create an intimate ambiance, and settled into the plush bedding, anticipating Jena’s return.

Just as he’d anticipated, the door swung open, revealing Jena, her face etched with the weariness of a long day. She sighed deeply as she stepped inside, the weight of her responsibilities evident in her slumped shoulders. Without hesitation, he rose to meet her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her gently on her freckled forehead. Slowly, he turned her around, pulling her off her jacket and beginning a slow, deliberate massage of her neck. He noticed the subtle relaxation spreading through her upper body, the tension melting away beneath his touch. As he moved his hand to the buttons on the front of her blouse, one by one, he unfastened them, exposing her upper body to the refreshing air in the room. He placed his hand flat on her stomach, then slid the other down her back, deftly releasing the clasp on her sexy black bra. He carefully removed the garment from her arms and leaned in for a passionate kiss on her neck, savoring the heat of her skin against his lips.

Jena, still standing perfectly still, seemed to revel in his attention, letting the male domination wash over her. Sam’s strong hands continued their work, sliding around to the zipper in her short skirt while caressing the silk-covered flesh below. The slow slide of the skirt to the floor heightened the sensuality of the moment, each movement a deliberate invitation. As he knelt behind her, he removed her shoes, gently kneading her tired feet. Moving to her front, he kissed his way up her lovely legs, nuzzling her mound before proceeding to take a protruding nipple between his lips. Her enjoyment was palpable; she arched her back, jutting her small but perfectly shaped breasts at his unshaven face. The swell of her labia, the first glint of intimate moisture, confirmed his suspicions. Skipping over the parts that she continued to thrust at him, he moved to her tummy, finishing the massage on her front.

Whispering, “Roll over, doll!” he watched as she gracefully complied, settling onto the cool sheets. He retrieved a bottle of scented massage oil and warmed some in his hands before applying it generously to her eager body. The scent, a blend of sandalwood and vanilla, filled the air, intensifying the sensual experience. Working her front side brought him into contact with her breasts, and both partners found themselves lost in the pleasure of the moment. Suddenly, Sam left the rise and fall of her chest and moved to her feet, where he began working the oil into her tired muscles. She moaned softly, a sound of pure contentment, as he ministered to her needs. Anticipating the next stage of their intimate encounter, she gently thrust her pelvis up in time with his motions on her calves and inner thighs. The automatic spreading of her legs brought a smile to Sam’s ruggedly handsome face. Taking in the full view of her femininity, he noticed the swelling of her labia and the unmistakable gleam of her intimate moisture. Skipping over the parts that she continued to thrust at him, he moved to her tummy to finish massaging her front.

Kissing her ear, he whispered, “Let’s get out of here!” to which she smoothly and gracefully responded. Now on her tummy, she expected more massage oil. Surprising her, he reached under the bed for the powerful massager he’d placed there earlier. She smiled as she heard the familiar whirring sound, eagerly anticipating the sensation. Sam slowly touched the machine’s blunt end to her back and neck, working out the lingering tension, replacing it with a primal heat. Advancing downward, he spent some time on each globe of her sexy bottom, bringing quiet groans of raw pleasure from her. To her frustration, he again skipped over her hungry vulva, applying the unit to her inner and outer thighs. Finally, she felt him advance upward. Her legs moved even farther apart, exposing herself fully to his loving attention and the machine’s pulsations.

As the vibrations first touched her lips, she involuntarily humped the mattress, embarrassed at the burgeoning hunger within her luscious body. At one point, when she was slightly lifted from the bed, Sam slid his free hand under her, reaching down her flank to position it exactly right for her next thrust. The added contact this brought to her swollen clitoris soon drove her over the edge, and her first climax was a wild frenzy of bucking alternately against the vibrator and his strong fingers. Sam eagerly ministered to her needs, now penetrating her deeply with three fingers. As he curled them forward to her G spot, she went rigid as another pinnacle of passion took control. “Oh, yeah, Sam! Don’t stop!” she cried, her voice filled with raw desire. Sam obliged her, fully meeting her needs, satisfying her deeply with his touch.

As she lay there, glowing in her post-climax exhaustion, Sam slowly kissed her over and over. “I love you, baby,” he murmured, delight in his voice as he observed her complete fulfillment. Finally, she recovered enough to pull him on top of her, her loins still eager for that filling that only his thick manhood could provide. The length of his erection slid between her eager lips, and the firm contact with her clitoris threatened to bring about another orgasm. She wantonly wrapped her legs around his tight butt, pulling him even harder against her swollen wetness. Jena humped against his shaft, enjoying the feeling of the trapped silk fabric against his ridged shank. “Let’s get rid of those,” she said as she released him just long enough to rip the boxers from his body. His tool sprang free, and she kissed it, taking the tip between her lips for a few seconds. He didn’t want her to ever stop, but she did, pulling him on top of her, spreading her legs to take him inside her.

His thrusting wasn’t gentle, and that’s exactly the way she wanted it. Urging him on, she felt the beginnings of another explosion well up in her body. Just then, a knock on the door, accompanied by “Room Service!” was heard. Weakly, Sam shouted, “Just leave it there, we’ll leave a tip later!” as he never missed a stroke into the hungry body of his lover and wife. Knowing her body, he realized that she was approaching another orgasm, so he held off his own release, allowing her to take her pleasure on his hardness. Barely in control, he slipped out of her legs. Pulling the robe around him, he quickly grabbed the dinner from the hall, and placed it on the table.

Turning back to the bed, he was surprised to see Jena standing behind him. Pushing him into a nearby chair, she pulled his swollen shaft into view, then eagerly lowered herself onto him. Moaning and throwing her head back in pleasure, she frantically began the delightful job of milking him dry. The new pressures brought on by this unique position greatly increased each partner’s sensations. Sam soon felt that incredible delight surge through his groin, as he pumped his love deep into her hungry vagina. Jena’s orgasm washed over her at almost the same time, brought on by the heat of him filling her with his passion. Holding each other as the erotic pleasure subsided, the couple kissed deeply. “I love you so much, and I’m so glad God sent you into my life!” Sam said. Jena looked deeply into his dark eyes and replied, “Lover, no woman deserves what I have in you. I can’t believe the blessing you are to me. I feel so complete with you and in your arms!”

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