Random Rim Jobs

[Continued from guest writer Dick Cramden's "The Ride."]

We entered through the revolving door and made our way across the mostly empty lobby to the elevators. An elevator car was waiting. We walked inside, and to my disappointment another woman entered with us. I pushed 14 for my floor, and the woman pushed nine.

We couldn’t make it beyond two before our passion got the better of us. Soon we were entwined with each other again. I found a spot, just behind your earlobe which elicited from you a throaty moan. My eyes opened as you did, and I caught the stare of our unintended audience of one. She was enthralled by our antics and visibly moved. She was unconsciously moving her hand down the front of her breast, her nipples now fully erect under her blouse. The car suddenly stopped at nine, and broke her spell. She hesitated for a moment, then stepped out of the car. She paused and turned for one last look. You were stroking my erection through my pants, and you smiled at her and wished her a good night. The doors closed.

I pushed you back against the back wall of the car, a ran my hand up your thigh to your damp panties. The extent of your dampness surprised and delighted me. I slipped my thumb underneath, and moved it over your swollen wet lips. You moaned again, and our tongues once more played in each others’ mouths.

The fourteenth floor came upon us quickly, and we made our quick exit. The short walk down the hall to my room seemed exceedingly long. I opened the door and we walked in, leaving the lights off.

In anticipation that the night might bring us both back here, I had placed a few candles on the dresser. I lit them and turned to see you bathed in the soft candle light. My god, you were exquisite.

We moved toward each other slowly, the light of the candles adding a new element of romance to what was just moments before simple raw desire.

Our lips met again, tenderly this time. Our hands explored each other, softly this time. But it didn’t take long for the fires to be stoked within us again. Soon we were undressing each other. When I removed your blouse, I was immediately taken by the sight of your exposed soft skin. It glowed in the candle light, and I bent to kiss you between your breasts as I slipped a hand behind you and unhooked your bra. Your breasts were magnificent, and I could not explain why you had not shown them off more. One less button would have delighted all onlookers as they caught a glimpse of those mounds, so perfectly shaped, so supple.

I knelt before you and took a nipple into my mouth as my hands slowly caressed your silk clad calves and thighs, then up to your bare skin and finally to your ass. Thong panties. How delightful.

I alternately kissed and sucked each of your breasts and nipples, then kissed my way down your stomach, playing with your navel. I unzipped you skirt and let it fall around your feet. I buried my face into your crotch and tasted you through your panties, breathing out hot air between your legs.

I turned you slightly and pushed you onto your back on the bed, holding your sexy legs, feeling the silk against my naked chest. I stood up, and carefully unhooked your garter. Then I threaded the straps through your panties, and expertly reattached them to the stockings. Then slowly I pulled your panties down.

In the light from the candles behind me, I could see how slick your excitement had made your sweet pussy. My heart beat strongly in my chest, and I could hear it pounding in my ears, as I knelt between you legs, coming face to face with your bare sex.

Your hand greeted the back of my head as my tongue made its first slow glide up between your lips, capturing your sweet nectar which coated my tongue. The taste was ambrosia, and I almost came right then myself. I lifted your legs and placed your feet, still clad in pumps, onto my shoulders.

I licked and nibbled at your thighs, and brushed my face lightly over your hair, taking in your aroma. Teasing you with only occasional touches of tongue where you wanted it most. You tried to lure me in by spreading your lips with your hands, exposing your clit for easy licking, but I was not ready yet to please you that way. I didn’t want you to come, not just yet. I wanted you to experience the heights of ecstasy. And that meant taking our time.

I traced the edges of your lips with the tip of my tongue. Sucking a lip into my mouth on occasion, just to hear your moans. I used the tip of my tongue to firmly trace the outside folds of your sweet, sweet pussy. Over and over I would move my tongue gingerly around your puss, carefully avoiding your clit and the entrance to your canal. Your hips would buck up in futile attempts to increase the pressure of my oral ministrations. But I moved my head up with your hips each time.

Finally, I parted your lips with the tip of my tongue, making an upward pass towards your clit. I almost skipped touching your clit, but I wanted to see how you’d react. Was this the right time to begin to send you over the edge?

Your body told me it was. As my tongue passed over your swollen bud, your body instantly twitched and writhed as you were stabbed by the sensation of pure pleasure. A moan, sounding almost like the word “yes” escaped your throat.

I licked up between your lips again. Another gentle flick over your clit. Another wild reaction. Another moan. I licked my way up again. Another gentle flick. Your hips were now beyond your control. Moans left your mouth with every breath you let out.

Your hands return to splay your lips again. Your clit exposed most invitingly to me once again. Slowly I made circle around the tip of your clit with the tip of my tongue. Small circles, very slow circles and very, very lightly. You returned one hand to the back of my head and tried to pull me closer. But I know that being patient helps build the intensity of your orgasm. I need this one to be special, for you and for me.

I know your pussy is craving more attention, so I bring my hands between your legs to assist me in pleasuring you. I poke my finger into your vagina. It’s so wet, and your hips instantly respond, and your pussy seems to actually swallow it into you. I did not expect to move into you so fast, but when your moans turned into sexual grunts of pleasure, how could I stop? I couldn’t.

Another finger joined the first. Sliding two fingers into your sopping hole was easy. And we soon found a “fucking” rhythm that pumped my fingers in and out of you as your hips bucked down and up against my had. I controlled the speed with the tip of my tongue, still playing with your clit in the same torturous way.

I didn’t know how you would react to this next move. But I thought I would try. I paused pleasing your clit, only for an instant in order to wet the fingers on my other hand with my saliva. Then my tongue returned to you.

I took the fore finger of my free hand and pressed the tip lightly into the pucker of your ass. Your moan gave me my answer. I left my finger where it was, letting the bucking of your hips slowly maneuver it inside you, until it was just passed a knuckle deep.

Now I was going out of my mind. My lips finally encircled your tender bud, and sucked on it, swirling my tongue around it as I did. Now we were like a machine. My sucking your clit seemed to guide your hips which helped me slide my fingers in and out of your gushing hole as I wriggled another finger in your tight ass.

My head slowly bobbed up and down, and I could feel myself deviating from my own plan, picking up the tempo. To keep from losing all control, I occasionally stopped to blow a stream of cool air over your clit, or to flick it with the tip of my tongue again.

But control was fleeting, and soon I was pressing hard, with broad strokes with the flat of my tongue onto your clit. Your arms began to flail about you and your body began to writhe. Your hips began bucking faster and harder, and the pumping of my hand turned into fucking. I twisted my fingers around inside you as I fucked you faster and faster. I would stroke and massage up along the wall inside your hot pussy, and as I did your moans of “oh god” grew louder and louder.

Your legs were moving, grazing my back with the heels of your shoes. My own hips were bucking madly now, and I wanted to plunge myself into your … but that would have to wait.

Your occasional moaning became one long moan. Then it turned into a scream as your body began to tremble and shake. Your legs began to twitch and your thighs closed around my head. Your climax was beginning, and I kept a soft yet firm and steady pressure on your clit as I sucked on it, trying to extend it, making it last as long as possible. I counted the seconds in my head. One, two, “oh my god,” three, four, “ohhhh,” five, six, “oh god yes.” I looked up to see your hands pinching and twisting your nipples. Seven, eight, “yes, mmmmm, yessss,” nine, ten, “oh god, oh my god,” eleven, twelve, “mmmmm ohhhhh,” thirteen, fourteen, “ahhhhhh god, yessss,” fifteen, sixteen. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to turn the pleasure into discomfort or pain, so I slowly began easing off of you. I watched you for a few more moments as you continued to writhe and twitch, shaking your head back and forth, your arms stretched out over your head, playing with your hair. Then settling down, to just heavy breathing. And a big smile.

Our night is just beginning ….

[To be continued.]