Sensual Yorkshire Redhead

A Night to Remember

A little erotic story. Sorry for the unimaginative title, I was really struggling to come up with something better.

Hope you enjoy it.

SYR X

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She couldn’t believe she was actually going through with this. She smoothed down her skirt, checked her reflection in the mirror, turning to check the line of her skirt and checking no tell tale signs of underwear showed. Running a brush through her hair and touching up her lipstick one last time, took a deep breath and walked out of the door.

Getting into the car, she focused on her driving and an hour later parked up outside the hotel, lifting out her overnight bag. Walking on the gravelled pathway she stumbled slightly. These shoes were a mistake, she thought to herself. Even with the special party soles that were supposed to make heels more comfortable, it took a few steps before she mastered the art of walking without wobbling.

Inside the hotel, she looked around. This was far grander than what she was used to. Marble tiles graced the floors, polished wood banisters with brass handrails and huge wooden staircases lined with thick dark red carpet. She checked into the hotel under the name they had both picked.

After checking in, she took her overnight bag up to her room. The room was sumptuously decorated, the huge bed had been made with crisp white linen bedding, big fluffy pillows. Leaving her overnight bag in the room, she picked up her little bag, room card and made her way to the hotel bar.

“White wine please” she asked the bar tender. She perched on a barstool, and took a sip, the wine slipped down her throat and did nothing to ease the butterflies inside.

In an effort to distract herself, she got out her phone and started looking through her text messages. “Windsor Hotel, Friday, room booked in name of Smith. Meet you in the bar. Please come. I need to see you. J x”

“Where you starting to think I wasn’t going to show?”

The sudden presence next to her and the deep dark voice in her ear made her jump. Looking up she saw him and smiled.

“Hi”. He smiled back.

His smile immediately put her at ease. His dark hair was touched with flecks of grey, his eyes were warm, a soft hazel with laughter lines, his tall stocky frame adorned with a well tailored black pinstriped suit, white shirt, a blue tie and Tiffany cufflinks.

He ordered himself a drink – a single malt whisky on the rocks and guided her to a table.

They had never met before, though they felt they knew each other well through the hours of online conversations and emails, kindred souls who stumbled across each other by chance in an electronic world. Over the days and weeks their conversations had slowly became more intimate and now they were meeting face to face for the first time, an illicit meeting of two people who were bound to others.

As they talked and laughed, it was like old friends chatting in a bar. Rising from the table, she insisted on getting the next round of drinks in from the bar, and wobbled getting up off her chair. He bolted out of his seat and placed a steadying hand on her bare arm.

The touch of his hand sent a bolt of electricity through her body, and as their eyes met it was clear he had felt something too, his eyes had darkened.

“Room” she gasped. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded and they rushed to the lift.

Once in the lift, he could not hold back any longer. His lips sought out hers, his hands feeling the contours of her waist and hips before caressing her peachy and pert bottom. Still kissing, when they reached their floor, they made their way down the corridor, their kisses getting hungrier with each step.

In the room, she pushed his jacket off, loosened his tie and undid his shirt buttons, her fingers fumbling at first, taking it off him then working on his belt and trouser flies. Not being able to resist, she knelt before him, pulling down his trousers and pants. His fine cock was erect and glistening. She licked the head, catching the drops of precum with her tongue, then worked her way down the length of his shaft, before taking him in her mouth, caressing his balls with one hand and squeezing his toned backside with the other. She then sucked his balls in turn, gently tugging them with her mouth, stroking his cock, before letting her lips and tongue slide over his length again.

“Oh baby…yes…uhhhh…” his hands were now in her long auburn locks, guiding her head. Looking up she gave him a cheeky smile and fastened her pace, licks and sucks became harder and faster

“Oh I’m gonna cum” he warned, but still she carried on.

“Arghhhhhhh!” he roared, as he came, his hands firmly gripping her head as he thrust hard into her uncontrollably, his balls tightening as they released a big stream of his hot salty seed into her willing mouth.

As he started to soften, she stood up and started to undress. He finished removing his own clothes and sat and watched her as facing him, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her body, and then undid her bra. Standing before him she was dressed in a sheer black panties and stockings.

Looking him directly in the eye she slid her hands into the waist of her panties and started to pull them down.

“No. Let me”

She wandered closer to him, his hands grasped the thin, flimsy material and pulled it down over her hips. The panties fell to the floor.

He gazed at her beautiful form. Her soft round breasts were tipped with pert pink nipples, the gentle curve of her hips and belly, down to a triangle of strawberry blonde pubic hair adorning her mound, contrasting against her soft alabaster skin.

He laid on the bed and beckoned her over.

“Now I think it’s your turn”, he smiled and winked.

Immediately understanding him she got onto the bed and knelt over his head.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. Looking up he could see her soft pussy lips, glistening. Grabbing on to her thighs, he whispered “ride me” and pulled her down so that his nose and mouth were buried in her moist folds.

He lapped away at her. She was so wet. Moaning, she rocked her hips on him as he licked and sucked. Lost in the need to seek her own pleasure, she ground her pussy down on him harder until she shuddered against his mouth.

“Ohhhh….ohhhhhh….” she gasped.

She climbed off and laid next to him. She barely had time to recover before he was on top of her, his cock once again standing to attention. The taste of her had turned him on so much he had recovered quickly.

Holding her stockinged legs apart he put them up on his shoulders. Gently sliding into her and watching her face as she gasped and slowly took in him all the way. He was much bigger than her husband and so he went gently at first, before fastening his pace, her moaning and sighs of pleasure increasing as he varied his thrusts, alternating from teasing slow movements to hard and fast. She pulled his face down to her and kissed him hungrily, further aroused by the taste of herself on him. Needing some extra stimulation, she stroked her clit and felt her breasts. All of the time their eyes were locked on to each other, until without warning she called out his name and came beneath him, her hips rising and pushing against him. He could feel her pulsing and gripping his cock and came along with her.

As they laid there holding each other afterwards, they both knew that this would not be the last of their meetings.

The End.