This Year 1

With a quick motion I toss my backpack on one of the beds in my hotel room. That simple action means the weekend begins.

I'm here again in this city, getting together with a number of my on-line friends and acquaintances. We're a closely knit group from all over the world. Our people have several of these little gatherings every year. We party, sight see, and do other things as well. Casting off our regular lives for a couple of days we never fail to have a good time.

Last year was the first one I attended. And I'll confess I had a blast. Unlike so many on-line groups, the people in real life were pretty much the same as they were in cyberspace. So I talked, joked, enjoyed their company and flirted with the women.

One of them especially. We'd be doing it on our bulletin board for years. We knew just how to touch one another, inside that is. We continued that when we met.

Without meaning to, almost unconsciously, we went beyond flirting. It built slowly, with little touches, soft whispers. Before long she was in my arms, her back to me. I played my fingers over her stomach, caressing areas I knew were sensitive. I nibbled on her neck and whispered things in her ear that would excite her. She responded with soft shivers, eloquent inarticulateness. Her excitement excited me.

The two of us went to her room and made love for two hours. We slept in each others arms, woke up and started again. It was, quite simply, the most erotic and satisfying time I'd ever spent with a woman. We fit just so, were perfectly balanced as a couple.

When we returned to our own worlds we kept in touch with an increased warmth. We'll never be together. Our lives are too far apart and we're too deeply entrenched in them. But that magical time was something that bought us closer.

Now, a year later, all the memories come rushing back. A wide smile grows on my face and my cock hardens in my pants. I've been doing this every day, every hour since.

She's here again this year. I have every intention of repeating what happened before. I'd be a fool not to try to regain that moment, that one moment when there was nothing but pleasing a woman I deeply cared for.

I swivel and stride from my room. She should be here by now. Closing the door behind me, I turn in the direction of her room. To find her mirroring my action.

We stop.

I feel a surge of sharp, electric warmth gust through me. I'd forgotten how beautiful she is. The sight of her is a wonder.

Her hair is a dark honey blonde. Slightly waved it frames an broad, finely featured face. A smile sits on it, an expression I've rarely seen leave it. She's wide shouldered and hipped. They make her so very feminine. Her breasts are the perfect size for her body, full without being extravagant. Her skin is that lovely cream I've always found so attractive.

It's her eyes that catch me. They're a blue just short of gray. But rather than being the cool of that colour, they're bright. Bright with the passion that is always simmering just below the surface.

I'll never tire of looking at them.

As one we walk towards each other. We never look away.

I'm caught in an odd fugue. The journey to her seems to take the year we've been apart. But it's over in an instant.

Now my arms wrap around her, she embraces me tightly. Our mouths meet and we kiss each other hard. We play our tongues across each other's lips. I suck her in and nibble at her gently. She digs her fingernails into my back.

My cock reacts immediately to harden in my pants. I feel that so familiar shiver of arousal run through her as she becomes aware of how she affects me.

Then, to my surprise, she pulls away. Although her eyes shine and her face is ruddy with heat, her mouth twitches with uncertainty.

I smile at her. It's a happy smile, an expression that also contains some amusement at her qualms. My right eyebrow quirks upwards to show the humour I feel. She's worried again, I think. Worried that she's going too far, worried that she wants as badly as she does. Worried that the quiet, calm life she leads back home will be upset by what happens this weekend.

She doesn't need to worry. We won't go too far, she does want badly and what happens here stays here.

"It's good to see you again, beautiful," I say to her.

Her face clears of its troubles. "It's good to see you, too," she tells me.

"Would you like a coffee?" I ask. The hotel has a small self-service dining area.

"Yes, please," she replies.

I turn, she steps up next to me and we head down the hall. We chat. It doesn't seem we've been apart a year. Serving ourselves and sitting down at a table, we're completely at ease.

Others of our group arrive, we can see the front desk from where we sit. They smile, wave. Their expressions are knowing. There's no surprise on their part to find us together.

Some who have already arrived join us and the conversation expands. We're a fairly tightly knit group and there's no awkwardness. We talk about our lives and what's happened to us since last we met. We tell jokes, laugh.

My gaze keeps going to her. And hers to me. Every time our eyes meet I feel that special jelly inside. Her expression shows she feels the same emotion.

It fades every time. She does want what I want, but she also finds that want unnerving.

I'll just have to overcome her indecision, I tell myself.

After an hour all of us rise and head back to our floor. We've rented a group of them and they're close together. It's only the second floor so we take the stairs.

I make sure I'm the last one up the stairs. She stays close and ascends just before me. I reach up and cop a feel of her lovely ass.

She jumps, looks back and gives me a wicked smile. It holds for a moment, then her lips thin. Her eyes slit with concern and she faces front again.

I'm pleased with her reaction. It shows me that there will be little trouble firing her up. I tremble a little as I recall just how hot that fire burns.

Our group starts up its weekend activities. We wander from room to room, give hugs and handshakes of greeting, talk, laugh. My lady and I follow separate trajectories but our paths cross often. Each time we do we give secret smiles to one another. Her misgivings keep resurfacing although they take longer to show and fade quickly.

I'm now certain of what will happen. There's no doubt in my mind and I can see what we'll be up to shortly. Knowing that, I return to my room for a few minutes. Emptying my backpack I place some needed paraphernalia where it will be in easy reach for when I need it.

I return to the tour. She and I are more often in the same room. When we pass, in addition to smiles I reach out, touch her. Nothing too intimate, just quick strokes across her tummy, a soft running of fingers down an arm. Each time I do her smile wavers a little and her eyes heat a touch.

Someone announces they're making an alcohol run. Everyone gives him an order and money. Another person says they're heading for pizza. We argue for a bit and decide quickly on our meal. They head off and the rest of us return to our conversations.

I lie on a bed, on my side, head propped up in a hand. A minute later my lady sits on it as well, in such a manner that her lovely ass is pressed into my stomach. She looks at me, her eyes and face are warm.

My free hand grips her hip. I adore the feel of her. Curling a finger, I stroke her skin, just above the top of her jeans. It's an action done without thought. When my hands are on her, they play.

There's a quick flash of light in her eyes. I feel her shiver against me. She turns to face the person we're both talking to.

But I know most of her awareness is focused on me. As mine is on her.

We stay that way for several minutes, pretending to converse. She takes the hand that's playing with her, gives it a little squeeze. Rising from the bed she walks from the room, pausing for a moment to give me a sweet smile.

I return it. Joy fills me. This weekend is going to be at least as good as last year.

Our pizzas and drinks arrive so we dig in. The atmosphere fills with the warm emotions of good friends enjoying one another's company. We drift from conversation to conversation, laugh a lot, flirt.

She and I orbit the room around an invisible gravity well. We go to its outer edges and then fall back towards each other. Each pass we make, we touch hands, smile.

I want to take her away, now. however I also now she likes this little game, it turns her on. So I'll play it for a bit. It will make what happens more exquisite.

Knowing it's time, I change course, sit on the dresser. I place my beer bottle next to me. As she passes me I reach out, snag the shoulder of her T-shirt and draw her towards me.

She doesn't resist.

I turn her back to me, draw her close. My hands spread across her stomach, my fingers tease her skin. Leaning my head to her neck I draw the edges of my teeth along it.

She reacts as she did last year when we were in a similar position. With a full body shiver and a hiss of air.

My cock hardens at that. I can feel her push against it.

"Here we are again," I whisper in her ear. I follow that with a little nibble of her lobe.

Again she hisses and shivers. She turns her face to mine. Her eyes simmer with a sultry shine. "Yes we are," she tells me.

"I've really been looking forward to this. I've been wanting you back in my arms every day since last year."

She smiles. "I've been wanting back in them."

"Wonderful, isn't it?" My fingers play again.

"Uh," she moans quietly. "It is."

We turn back to our friends, listen to their conversations. I hug her tight and she snuggles into me.

Like last year, I find it hard to control myself. I can't not play with her. She's too sexy. She draws me out, fills me with a warm passion. So my hands move, sweep over her. My mouth goes back to her neck. I take little nips of her flesh, lick over it.

She shivers, tightens in my grip. Her taste grows a little salty as sweat begins to seep from her. She presses her back into my now very hard erection, moves to tease me.

The room fades away from us. Our attention is now only on this moment. We stay there, our passion rising.

Finally, I'm too excited to stand it any more. I can tell by her steady tremble, panting breath and the tight hold of her fingers on my arms that she's at the edge as well.

"Are you ready?" I ask her.

"Did you bring condoms?" she asks in return.

With a wicked smile I reply, "Enough for the whole weekend."

I loosen my arms. She steps forward and I slide off the dresser. Taking her hand I lead her into the hall. I can hear chuckles behind me and feel the grins that others make on the back of my neck. We're just the first of many to be paired up tonight.

We head down the hall to my room. Sliding my card into the lock we enter our playground. The second the door closes we're in one another's arms.

I kiss her with all my passion, my tongue pushes into her mouth. Gripping her tight, I feel my restraint fade. We'll be here all night, I know. It's inevitable now. We'll end up limp, sweaty and more than satisfied.

She responds with equal fervor. Little mewls of pleasure tremble in her chest. The lovely lady in my embrace squeezes me with force, shivers with heat. All her actions speak of the intense lust I'm evoking in her.

Suddenly she releases me, pushes me away, steps back. Although her eyes flame her mouth is showing her hesitancy again. "I," she stutters, "I have to use the bathroom."

"Of course," I answer. I find her uncertainty amusing. She's only fooling herself is my thought. She wants what's to come. I have no doubt of that.

I use this short break to take off my shirt, shoes and socks. This will save a little time later. I want to keep any interruptions to a minimum.

She emerges from the lavatory and I turn to face her. I can see her eyes light up as she sees me. Her gaze roves over me and she smiles widely.

I step towards her and in an instant she's back in my arms. We kiss again and our hands wander. I can feel that passionate ague shimmer in her and she presses herself against my erection.

My hands go to the bottom of her shirt. I yank it up and over her head. Pulling her close once again I groan as I finally feel her hot skin against mine.

Her hands let me go, I can feel her reach behind her back. A tiny 'click' a moment later tells me that she's loosened her bra. I pull back a touch and she peels it from her body. We return to our embrace, hissing at the heat of each other. With no clothes covering our upper bodies we can feel every inch of our slick, warm skin.

Pulling my mouth from her I replace on her cheek to give a quick peck and soft lick. Next, I do the same on her neck. On to her shoulder, across her upper chest. I worship her in the manner she deserves.

Her fingers dig into my skin. She moans, a trill that says far more than words.

Now I go down to play with the skin at the top of her breasts. I know the secret of these lovely mounds and take advantage of it. My teeth jab into her left nipple. Slowly, I increase the pressure. Second by second I tighten my bite. My left hand takes the other nipple and it mirrors my actions.

Her hands take my head, pulls me tight to her. I hear a slow motion scream ooze from her. A long, lingering whimper full of the sweet, painful pleasure I'm feeding her.

I let her go, continue my trip downwards. I wash my tongue over her sweat slick belly, poke my tongue into her navel. Her stomach muscles twitch at my touch.

My fingers go to the snap of her jeans. I undo it, pull the zipper down. Taking the edges of her last garment I pull it downwards. Once at the bottom of her lovely legs I hold them as she steps free of them. Setting her legs outside the pile of clothes, she displays herself to me.

Her lovely pussy is just inches from my face. It's very compact. There's no extraneous flesh on it. Her center is a finely designed instrument of pleasure. She's shaved and her complete nakedness fires a blast of erotic joy through me.

It's been too long, I have to taste her. My head darts forward and my tongue runs out. I bury it in the cleft between her legs. Poking at her entrance I push inside as deep as I can.

She jerks, keens a passionate noise. A little gush of her sweet taste soaks my tongue.

My tongue moves upwards and I circle the stiff little bud that I find at the top of her slit. A gorgeous moan sounds. Her legs weaken and I snap my hands to her ass to hold her up.

As much as I wish to stay on my knees to play, I've got other plans. I rise to my feet, look into her eyes. They are beginning to show what I love so much. I can see in them that she's starting to lose herself, her lust is taking over. Soon she'll be wandering far from the mundane world. And loving every second of it.

We draw together again. Our lips meet and we resume that passionate kiss. While we're doing that I step back towards the nearest bed, pulling her with me. As my legs hit it I sit down breaking the connection between us.

I look up, beaming. She looks back with her own sweet smile. Pleasure and anticipation make this a memorable, intimate moment for both of us.

Reaching out, I take her hand. I feel it tremble as I do. Then with a quick, firm pull I set her across my lap, her ass just where I want it.

Before she can do more than gasp in surprise I lay a quick series of slaps down, three on each cheek. My palm stings a little with the force of them. I can feel my cock twitch in my pants. I love the power of this action. Having this lovely woman helpless is an enormous turn on.

She lets out a breathless little shriek. Her whole body goes taut.

"You're such a bad girl," I say to her. I give her bum a couple of more slaps. Her cheeks ripple and I growl at the erotic sight.

She moans, shivers. But she makes no attempt to rise.

"You knew you wanted this," I go on. Laying more blows on her bum, I quiver at the bite of them. My prick pulses again.

"Oh," she groans languorously. Her legs twitch.

"You've been waiting for a year." I spank her again. The sting is stronger, and her ass gains a pink flush.

My sweet woman hisses, her upper body jerks upwards. She relaxes and lays the palms of her hands on the floor.

"I didn't mind that you held back," I continue. Several more sharp smacks sound. The pink in her ass deepens, skirts the edges of red.

She whines now. It's not a sound of protest though, it's a sound of need.

"I do mind that you denied yourself." And I deliver my final series of slaps.

Her head snaps back and a gasping groan spits out of her mouth. She softens, draws in panting breaths. One hand of hers grips my leg, holds tight to anchor herself in this world.

My hand burns. So does her ass I can see. It's now a bright red. Softly I lay my palm on a buttock and the warmth of her bum seeps into me. I pet it gently, soothing her.

"God, you're sexy," I say to her. "I love the sight of you here, bent over with your ass hot and red."

My hand leaves her buttocks, goes between her legs to pet her vulva. It's as hot as her bum and wet with the slick fluid seeping from her. I chuckle and remark, "You do like a good spanking don't you?"

She gibbers something, almost words. The meaning is clear though. She adores being spanked. It's an act guaranteed to reduce her to a lustful wanton, a woman who wants nothing more that the sweetest pleasure her lover can give her.

I straighten my longest finger. Moving the tip between her labia I search for her entrance, a simple task. With a little push, I enter her. When I feel the little spongy spot inside her I curl my digit, press against that so sensitive bump. I start to pump, a slow steady rhythm.

The sweaty woman in my lap sounds groans, gasps, little peeps of passion at my ministrations. Her hips jerk at the same beat as my strokes. I feel her inner muscles grip at me.

In and out I run, stirring the wet heat inside her. Her motions and sounds near frantic in their frequency and tone. She's moments from completion.

So I pull out of her. We've no need to rush. We have all night.

"No," she moans in frustration.

I chuckle. "You know how I like to tease. I know how you like to be teased."

"Stand up now," I tell her. I have to hold her under an armpit as she does. She's so shaky with arousal, my support is needed. Plus, I can't keep my hands off her.

I stand myself, guide her to the mattress. Leading her movements she ends up head on a pillow, arms bent, chest flat on the bedspread and her still red ass up in the air. That's just where and how I want her. Her face turns to me as I leave the bed.

My hands go to my jeans and undo them, take them off. She moans at the sight of my cock now wooden with excitement. Oh, how she wants me. Just as much as I want her.

I pull out the drawer in the nightstand, reach in to grab a small foil packet. Opening it I remove the condom and sheathe myself with it. I'll always be careful with her.

Returning to the bed, I kneel on it between her spread legs. Looking down I stare at her lovely ass and dewy pussy. God, it's an erotic sight. I see her tremble, clench. She beckons me and I respond to her invitation.

My head goes down and my mouth covers her cleft. My tongues pushes into her and I wiggle it around. I can taste her heat, her sweet slickness. She has a wonderful taste, light with only a hint of musk. It's so delicious I work ravenously. I want her so badly I can't even think of controlling myself. My hands move over her body, pet her thighs, tickle her back, squeeze her ass. I need to touch her.

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