I went to London deeply excited, I was given a new work project in there, and this means that now I have to spend every month a few days in London. As my plane approach to the airport, I couldn’t stop thinking about this exciting city. I love everything about London, its rainy weather, its sober and elegant colours, its streets dimly lit by night. Since I had to stay for a week I decided to set up an advert for London while I was there, I did not have much time, but I was very excited about being there. I had nothing to lose.

I met a few gentlemen over there during that week, but my last night was remarkable. I got a call asking for a 3-hour appointment. He was very specific on the phone, the meeting had to be at midnight in his hotel, a few drinks in the hotel bar and some fun in the room but NO SEX, humm that will be a first, let’s see if he can control himself I thought.

We had agreed to meet in the lobby of the hotel, a fancy one in central London, very close to where l was staying. l was wearing a black dress, with a broad neckline, black heels and sexy lingerie, though he still could not see it. He was elegantly dressed in a dark blue suit, and a white shirt subtly unbuttoned. I could smell his perfume when we were still a few feet away.

We greeted with a brief hug, he grabbed my waist and pointed out the address. We started walking to the fancy bar that the hotel had behind its restaurant. On a big black grand piano, someone was playing jazz pieces. The atmosphere was lit by dim lights. We approached a large bar, ordered a strong drink for each, and sat at a table, as far away from the main hall as possible.

I was really tired, to be honest from the day that I had. My thighs fell exhausted on the chair, and l slightly opened my legs to rest. I think he might have noticed that since he began to fiddle with his feet under the table. First, he stroked my feet and my calves. But very soon he reached the thighs. My thighs, which were exhausted, woke again, excited about sex. Having them tensed now, and full of desire. On the table, I tore him by the hand. With gentle pressure, I showed him where to go, what roads to take, when to stop or when to continue. Our breathing began to clutter, the gasping to be more intense.

“Let’s finish the drink in the room,” he said. ‘Why so much trouble? We’re just starting, you want to finish so soon?”; “On the contrary…”, he said, and with a mischievous smile, he pulled the chair back from the table, stood beside me, and extended his hand to take me from it.

“Let’s go to the room. Sex time” he said, and I stopped “wait, I thought you didn’t want to have sex”, he smiled at me and said, “oh dear there are so many ways of having sex”. We called the elevator and it came very quickly. There were at least three people inside. We stayed in the back of it, and very soon my new friend was touching my back, then my legs, down to the thighs. He lifted my dress with the most subtle gesture and silently smack my butt No one seemed to be noticing it, but we were both deeply exited. The elevator stopped three times, everybody took off while we were still going to the top floor. “Here we are,” he told me.

We had a few hours to be there, my flight was out in a few hours and I still had to pick up my luggage before going to the airport. We entered the room but we stood next to the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly and trusted my hand into his trousers. He took off my underwear, which had been misplaced at the elevator. He took it in his hands, smelled it, and threw it on the bed.

We began to touch ourselves wildly, our breathing was growing stronger and choppy. His wet fingers were making me feel incredible, I could barely think of how I was touching him. He was saying some stuff to my ear, I can remember, in a language I could not understand. His voice trembled, he stopped sometimes to breathe but kept saying those things to me. With his tongue, he licked the lobe of my ear, which really turned me on. I could not contain myself too much. As he touched me, we kissed, our tongues got involved tenderly but savagely. His mouth soon moved from my ear to my mouth, then to my breasts, and ended up in my pubis. Me, standing on my feet, with my legs open; him, kneeling on the floor. I found myself in a complete state of ecstasy and pleasure. His tongue was delighted in between my pubis, he seemed to enjoy playing between my thighs. He was just creating great chaos down there.

The chaos soon turned into a big fire, and I could no longer control it. “Do not stop” I said, “Please do not stop”. And he did not. On the contrary, his tongue began to move faster and his saliva to fall slowly on my thighs, toward my knees. Completely wet, I pressed his head between my thighs, while his tongue was continuously moving on. In a single and perfect moment, I reached the moment of maximum ecstasy, the full orgasm, his tongue and my pubis merged into the one and same disorder.

With his head still between my legs, he gave me one last kiss, tender but sexy, and put himself over his feet. “I think it’s time for you to go,” he said. Slowly opening my eyes, I said yes just with a gesture. He took the underwear I had left on the bed, and gently placed it again on my body, kissing my ankles, my thighs, and my pubis for the last time. Before opening the door he whispered in my ear:

“Come back soon,” he said. “Definitely” I replied. London has never disappointed me!!!!!

Love

Sophya Moore

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  1. Soixanteneuf
    Soixanteneuf says:

    Darling, wow my pants are now wet reading your blog and listening to Alison Krause – “Baby, now that I’ve found you………”
    This reminds me of our wonderful time together, a wonderful slow intro, with you seductively leading me into your boudoir for the most wonderful sin of all time- ADULTERY, with you, this was a very special time and I long to emulate the amazing ‘Blog’ I have just read and been very aroused by. Mmmmmmm.

    Darling, I do hope I may do this with you – without sex, I think I am fairly good with my tongue and I just adore tongues touching – oh wow, I’m longing to be back in your loving arms again my enchantress.

    Many wet and naughty kisses,

    Raphael (Soixanteneuf). Xxx. Ox

    Ps. I was born in the year of the Ox (hence ) Hug and Kiss

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