Othello
05-23-2002, 06:32 PM
One would think that I would have been a little tired after my recent trip to Boston. (http://www.utopiaguide.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=5763) I was, however the one woman that I could never resist was in town. Sinnamon was staying at a midtown Manhattan hotel for a few days. I decided to invite her out for a late dinner at a nearby Japanese restaurant on 48th Street. Sashimi for Dinner. Sinnamon Sushi for desert.
Sinnamon was wearing one of those slinky half-slips and no underwear when she opened the door. She was still in the process of getting dressed. Since we have seen each other on a number of occasions in the past, I have a tendency to take certain liberties when I visit Sinnamon. We had previously met at a couple of the hotels bordering Central Park on the east and the south sides. We have even shared adventures in the Mid-Western states. We will talk about everything from politics to business to computers. Her intellect never ceases to amaze me. When the lights dim... I will get to that later.
As she leaned over the bathroom sink to adjust her make-up, I could not resist nibbling on that nice round ass of hers. She just looked back at me, smiled and called me a dirty old man! I thought I was simply showing my fondness for the woman.
We shared a brief sushi dinner and retuned to her hotel. We start by sitting on the couch. I begin by applying soft kisses to her neck. I unbutton her blouse and tug slightly at her bra to uncover a pair of nicely formed 34D breasts. At first, I do not know which breast to start with. Since I am a bit of a romantic, I trail my tongue around the areola of her left breast. It is closer to her heart. I find out later that it is also the more sensitive of the two.
My right hand unbuttons and then unzips her pants. This allows me easier entry as I slide my hand into her panties. First I find the clitoral ring and next I find the already moistened opening. Sinnamon is getting a little wet down there! I insert my index finger and swirl it around. I pause for a moment. I didn't realize Sinnamon had Asthma! There was heavy panting, as if gasping for breath. My mistake, she was just getting a little excited. I inserted a second finger, then a third and finally the pinky finger. I began to massage her clitoris with the soft skin between my index finger and thumb as the rest of hand explores her inner passage. I am unable to describe the look Sinnamon is giving me, but I kind of get the feeling that this woman is going to devour me before the night is over.
We finally get around to undressing and head straight to the bedroom. No massage for me! Just the nastiest untranslated French lesson that I have ever had. I start to sing to myself (... nobody does it better...). Most guys would settle for this type of oral gratification but I want more. I abruptly stop her. I need more body contact. She puts on a translator and mounts me cowgirl style. She is still giving me that devouring gaze. Sinnamon's undulating pelvic grinding is hard for me to sustain. I push her off of me before the fluids start to flow. I am able to regain my composure. I lay her face down on the bed and begin to slide and grind around her derriere. Sinnamon arches her back, I push forward and I learn the meaning of the term perfect fit. Moments later, it seems as if the building shakes. I explode and collapse from exhaustion. As I approach 50 years of age, I have never had it so good! Wow!
Apparently Don Q isn't the only p**y-whipped fellow out there!
Sinnamon was wearing one of those slinky half-slips and no underwear when she opened the door. She was still in the process of getting dressed. Since we have seen each other on a number of occasions in the past, I have a tendency to take certain liberties when I visit Sinnamon. We had previously met at a couple of the hotels bordering Central Park on the east and the south sides. We have even shared adventures in the Mid-Western states. We will talk about everything from politics to business to computers. Her intellect never ceases to amaze me. When the lights dim... I will get to that later.
As she leaned over the bathroom sink to adjust her make-up, I could not resist nibbling on that nice round ass of hers. She just looked back at me, smiled and called me a dirty old man! I thought I was simply showing my fondness for the woman.
We shared a brief sushi dinner and retuned to her hotel. We start by sitting on the couch. I begin by applying soft kisses to her neck. I unbutton her blouse and tug slightly at her bra to uncover a pair of nicely formed 34D breasts. At first, I do not know which breast to start with. Since I am a bit of a romantic, I trail my tongue around the areola of her left breast. It is closer to her heart. I find out later that it is also the more sensitive of the two.
My right hand unbuttons and then unzips her pants. This allows me easier entry as I slide my hand into her panties. First I find the clitoral ring and next I find the already moistened opening. Sinnamon is getting a little wet down there! I insert my index finger and swirl it around. I pause for a moment. I didn't realize Sinnamon had Asthma! There was heavy panting, as if gasping for breath. My mistake, she was just getting a little excited. I inserted a second finger, then a third and finally the pinky finger. I began to massage her clitoris with the soft skin between my index finger and thumb as the rest of hand explores her inner passage. I am unable to describe the look Sinnamon is giving me, but I kind of get the feeling that this woman is going to devour me before the night is over.
We finally get around to undressing and head straight to the bedroom. No massage for me! Just the nastiest untranslated French lesson that I have ever had. I start to sing to myself (... nobody does it better...). Most guys would settle for this type of oral gratification but I want more. I abruptly stop her. I need more body contact. She puts on a translator and mounts me cowgirl style. She is still giving me that devouring gaze. Sinnamon's undulating pelvic grinding is hard for me to sustain. I push her off of me before the fluids start to flow. I am able to regain my composure. I lay her face down on the bed and begin to slide and grind around her derriere. Sinnamon arches her back, I push forward and I learn the meaning of the term perfect fit. Moments later, it seems as if the building shakes. I explode and collapse from exhaustion. As I approach 50 years of age, I have never had it so good! Wow!
Apparently Don Q isn't the only p**y-whipped fellow out there!