Our dirty weekend!

It finally happened. Both our better halves were away for the weekend so we decided to spend an illicit couple of days together in a nice hotel by the sea. You said you'd drive, so I parked up and, weekend case in hand, found your car. Being the tease that I am, I gave you a twirl just as you spotted me, my skirt flaring sexily around my knees and the seams running down the back of my legs giving you the first hint of what pleasures were ahead. You wound down your window and I leant down to say hello, giving you an eyeful of generous cleavage spilling out from my low cut silk blouse. "How'd you like to give a lift to naughty girl?" I said, causing a passer-by to look over. "Get in, you'll have me pulled in for kerb-crawling," you said, "Let's get going."

So off we went and, with an hours drive to fill, my teasing continued. "I just need to get comfortable," I said, and pulled up my skirt and started adjusting my suspender clips, knowing that all you could do was glance over at my stocking tops before getting your eyes back on the road, I knew I could get away with murder and I started describing what we were going to do once we got to the hotel, using rather graphic language, and being particularly descriptive of all the places I wanted your spunk. The bulge in your trousers started to give you problems but for some reason you didn't ask me to stop.

"I thought that I'd bring along some of my kinky outfits," I said, "And you can have fun choosing which ones you want me to wear. I also thought I'd let you dress me up yourself and you'd sort through my suspender belts, stockings and everything, then put them on me. There's a naughty nurse, schoolgirl gymslip and sexy secretary. I also bought a full 50-s outfit with a deep six-strap suspender belt, black silk seamed stockings, pointy bra and french knickers. Over that lot I thought you might like to see me in the knee-length silk dress that buttons up the front. Can you imagine rolling black stockings up my legs, fastening the suspender belt round my waist and clipping the straps to my stocking tops? Then fastening the bra and sliding on the french knickers. Just think of slipping my dress over my shoulders and fastening it all the way up for me, taking your time to fasten all the buttons and then running your hands over my tits as you finish. We could go out to dinner and you could imagine us getting back to the hotel where you could take it all off again – slowly and erotically."

All the time I was telling you this, my hands were busy. I'd slid my skirt up and my fingers were inside my panties, stroking my clit. The other hand was inside my blouse and you could see I was squeezing my tits. I realised that this was a bit too much when you turned off the road and found a secluded spot as if by instinct. Within a few seconds our tongues were sliding into each others mouths andyour hand was inside my blouse fondling my tits through my wispy bra. My hand slid over the now massive bulge in your trousers and it was the work of a moment to slide down the zip and pull out your cock. I love to wank you while you play with my tits and my hand gripped your hard cock and moved up and down, faster and faster. I knew you were about to come and quickly moved down, taking you into my mouth for the last few seconds, my head bobbing up and down, sucking your erection, until you gave a mighty groan and shot a huge load of hot sticky spunk into my waitng mouth. I adore the taste of your spunk and rolled it around my mouth savouring it as I leaned back in the seat frantically frigging my clit and bringing my self to a violent orgasm, swallowing your spunk as the shuddering stopped.

"Well", I said, " if that's any indication of what's going to happen this weekend, we'd better get back on the road and find the hotel." And, of course, our "dirty weekend" was a non-stop orgy of sexual excesses. But that's another story!