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From: dulcinea97@aol.com (Dulcinea97)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DULCINEA: Surprise! (m/f, Rom, cons)
Date: 6 Nov 1996 01:07:38 -0500
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Surprise!
by Dulcinea

She tossed and turned alone in their bed, missing the warmth of his body
beside her.  She hated sleeping alone, hated the trips he had to make
for his job.  Even hearing his voice on the phone wasn't enough to relax
her.

His voice on the phone.  She sighed, closing her eyes as she remembered
his voice that night, how soft and sultry it was in her ear.  His voice,
describing all the things he wanted to do to her, all the many ways he
wanted to make to love to her.  She shivered at the memory, hugging his
pillow to her breast.  Phone sex was better than nothing, but it didn't
make up for not having him here.

Phone sex.  Well, he missed her as much as she missed him.  He'd be back
in three days.  Two nights.  She sighed, forcing herself to go to sleep.



How many times was she going to let the phone ring before she answered?
He finally hung up, more disappointed than annoyed.  Being away from her
for three nights was torture; talking on the phone last night had at
least allowed him to fall asleep.  He sighed, holding the extra pillow
to his chest.  A hotel room could be fun, if he wasn't alone...

Of course, it was only a two and a half hour drive home.  He could
always drive home and .... no, he wasn't that desperate.  Closing his
eyes, he willed himself to sleep.



The hotel clerk smiled at the lovely lady across the counter from him,
passing her the key to her husband's room.  He had more than enough
imagination to figure out what she had on under that long rain coat.  Or
rather, what she didn't have on.  Her heels clicked against the tile
floor as she walked away.

Letting herself into the room, she locked the door behind her, sliding
out of the raincoat before going any further.  He loved her in black, he
always said, so she was dressed in a black bustier, stockings, and black
heels.  Crawling across the bed, she kissed him as he awoke, smothering
his cries of surprise with her mouth on his.  "I missed you," she said
simply.

He let his hands roam across the satiny bustier, the bare skin of her
hips and thighs, and the wonderful feel of the stockings on her long
legs.  "I've missed you, too," he answered.  "What are you doing here?"

She leaned back, letting him sit up.  They both blinked as he turned on
the light, the smile spreading across his face as he saw her.  "You
really must have missed me!" he said.

She blushed, running her hand down his bare chest and under the blanket,
wrapping her fingers around his erection.  "I guess you missed me too,"
she responded with a smile..

In one swift movement, he rolled her on her back and he was on top of
her, kissing her.  He slipped one leg between hers, rubbing his thigh
against her hot pussy.  His hard cock rested against her bare skin, and
he kissed her harder, his tongue intertwining with hers.  He could feel
her nipples through the satin of the bustier, pressing into his chest.
"I'm going to make love to you," he whispered, running his tongue down
the side of her throat.  He sucked briefly on her collarbone, then
kissed the swell of her breasts.

With practised fingers, he opened the snaps on the crotch of the
bustier, running his thumb down her wet slit.  Her moans were like music
to him, and he wasted no more time, kneeling between her legs and
sliding his hard cock into her with out warning.  She gasped, delighted,
rocking her hips so he was completely inside of her.  She loved feeling
full like this, feeling his hardness inside of her.  "Ohhh, honey," she
moaned, "make love to me.  Fuck me."

He grinned, beginning to slowly piston in and out of her wet pussy.
Grabbing her ankles, he pulled them up around his shoulders, rubbing the
stockings with his hands.  Oh, how he loved stockings on her sexy legs.
He began to pump her harder, feeling her body begin to shake as she
reached an orgasm.  "I love you," he said while she squirmed beneath
him.  "I love you."

He kissed the inside of her knees, pressing his tongue against the
stocking.  He let his hands roam down her legs, over the tops of the
stockings, against her bare skin.  He squeezed her ass as he drove
deeper into her, forcing himself to hold off from his own orgasm until
she started her own.  Groaning happily, he shot his cum deep inside her.

He held her as they slept, her bare skin pressed against his as it
should be.  In the morning, he dressed quietly, leaving her asleep in
the bed.  He would call her later and make plans to have lunch with her.
And tonight, he would have her again.  He smiled.  Life was good.

~There are worse hobbies than windmill jousting~
	  ~To every man his Dulcinea~
		~Dulcinea97@aol.com~