I [size=3]was in utter confusion back in my hotel room. I was really into selecting the proper attire for meeting Angelina. I didn’t know what to do, sometimes I even felt like crying out in dismay. With the enthusiasm of an 8 year old girl I was searching through my wardrobe. It was all the usual show off stuff, evening gowns, party gowns etc. .none of them were up to the grandness or naughtiness of the occasion. It was then that I saw it, it was disregarded by me for so long, I wasnt even sure of its length or size anymore, a pretty blood red little gown, it was all satiny, it had a glitter to it like that of a blazer. It provided ample support for my rack and lazily extended up to mid thighs. Well it used to extend upto my mid thighs at the time of purchase. But it was almost a year since I have purchased it, my boobs and curves have considerably grown in size since its purchase. I was now pleased that finally I got something to wear, I decided to shower. [/size]
It was all confusion for me today, whether I should shower or should I take a long bath in the tub, finally I decided to do both. I made a tub and scented it with some fine sandalwood oil. I carry it everywhere I go, I purchase it specially from my Mysore. It is an exhilarating fragrance, it titillates my senses very much and makes me feel at home. I entered the warm tub, the moment my body touched the warm water I was reminded of Angelina. How warm was her touch, how soft were her lips, how commanding was her presence. It all came back to me in the blink of an eye. I savoured the sinful taste of those memories as I eased myself into the warm blanket of water that drowned me. I was in the mood to play, I switched on the jacuzzi without realising that I was sitting right over it. I jumped up as the strong cool jet of water trickled my heated moist love box. It was a mixing of sensations as I blended with the comfort of the soapy warm tub and my pussy fought with the cool water jets that sprouted out from beneath the tub. The reactions in my body were almost instantaneous my nipples were rock hard and my pussy was getting wetter. I squeezed my boobs and moaned. My nipples were stubborn, they were rebelling against my touches getting even more harder and multiplying my desires many folds. I kneaded them with such intensity that I thought I would pluck them right of my body. Without even me realising it I was gyrating my hips in those celestial sensations. I couldn’t help myself I ran my fingers all over my body. I was blinded by lust, I squeezed and mauled whatever my fingers could grip on to in my body. I searched for it but I couldn’t see my dildo anywhere near me, I was dying with need, my whole body ached for getting fucked. I was fingering myself, in no time I was rubbing all over my pussy. The itch inside my pussy was now radiating away to all over my body, like wild fire the dirty pleasures began to spread all over my body. I couldn’t hold back from moaning lustfully, my moans were increasing in pitch and depth with each fleeting moment. My head felt dizzy. Without the minimal care I started pumping my pussy with three fingers, I was furiously pumping myself forgetting even the fact that it was my own pussy, my tender love box. The fingers felt too soft, I needed something hard really hard and I didn’t have that fucking dildo anywhere near. At the peak of my lust I didn’t care my hands were struggling senselessly as it suddenly grabbed something hard. I could barely curl my fingers round it and it was round at the tip, thats all I cared, I pushed it hard into my pussy and fucked myself at an agonizing pace. The bottle was doing its job all too well, filling me up to my limits and beyond. This was all so wrong I was married, in fact my husband was there in the same hotel room a few metres away from me, and here I was moaning and getting masturbating fantasizing about a foreign lady friend of mine. The guilty pleasures I was feeling suddenly reached the pinnacle, I dived into the oblivion of pleasure forgetting the world, forgetting myself. During the wild fits of passion I squeezed the bottle of shampoo too hard. The bottle suddenly ejaculated a thick jet of syrupy shampoo into my clamping, wet and hot cunny. The sudden ejaculation was all too much for my ravaged quim to adapt to, as another orgasm ripped through my body like a hurricane, each nerve of mine screamed with overwhelming sensation. The spasms were too strong as I struggled like a possessed lady in the tub. The sensations in my body was way beyond insane, I just arched my back and screamed. Each seismic spasm took me to a wilder horizon of ecstasy. With feverish passion I screamed out my lovers name, the throbbing in my erect clit still alive and pulsing.
[size=3] I nearly blacked out from the orgasms, I soon got up from the shower and rushed towards my wardrobe, I chose a blood red lingerie model panties with a lot of lace in it. I wore a kind of fishnet stockings and a pencil heel. I looked myself in the mirror and admired what I saw I had become quite a thing in all these years. I was now round and fleshy in all the right places, my ass and boobs have grown really voluptuous for my silhouette. I was no longer the good looking skinny women. I put on the gown I selected and realised my mistake. The hem of the gown just covered my ass cheeks, if I move even slightly carelessly it would reveal my red panties. But there was no time to change now, besides I felt like a total slut wearing it. I was feeling so tingly between my legs, “please and tease” I whispered to myself happy that I could get the correct attire. I rushed through a good bye kiss with my hubby who was sitting on a couch reading a magazine. There was a questioning gaze in his eyes as he scanned through my clothing. It burned my insides all the more with desire as I noticed that he was having a tent peak up in his pants.[/size]
The location I headed for was a massage parlour, it wasnt a pretty famous one. There were lot of other spas and parlours whose name I’ve heard, but this one was still a mystery to me. I called a cab and hastily explained the address to him in broken French . The guy laughed and asked me in perfect English were I wished to go. He was still laughing as he drove about my haste and bad French.
I reached the place and with a sinking heart realized that she was already there. She had a kind of impatient look on her face, a smile flashed from ear to ear on her face while she saw me. I breathed out a sigh of relief and paid the cab driver. She asked me coolly “how long have you been endorsing Longiness”. I said in a matter of factly nearly a year and asked her why. Her reply again made me blush she asked it in her typical tone unbothered , “nothing , I was wondering if you have fucked the Manager long enough to get a decent watch.” I entered the place behind her. The interiors of the place was a Japanese model. Separated by translucent sliding screens, all the screens had antique looking mystique paintings on them. Some of them were having Tantric origin and some were plain erotic paintings from the Kamasutra. The rooms were filled with an intriguing fragrance, and they had made everything to maintain the calmness and silence of the place without compromising on its ambience. There were only four rooms in all. All the rooms were spacious and contained two massage tables. The tables were also quite oriental in their form and design. Some kind of slow relaxing Asian melody songs were played were they received guests. Then at the end there was a shower room.. there was absolutely no sound from any of those massage rooms. The only indication of life in the room was strange looking distended shadows moving in the room. I wondered how they managed to keep it so very sound proof.
Angelina led me to the shower room, I was going to enter another cabin for changing when she gripped my hands firmly. The reactions were again triggered inside me immediately. It seemed to me that Angelina was the catalyst of my passions. A mere look, a simple touch or even a wild glance from her eyes was having this hypnotic effect on me. It took me into a trance so very strong that I flt like a puppet in her hands. Without even speaking a word she turned over, I immediately began to remove the strings that held her dress as if by instinct. I was doing it very slowly, my hands were trembling like a leaf. Clumsily I finally got rid of her clothes. She wasnt wearing anything underneath. There finally stood before me, the goddess whom I worshipped and anxiously waited for this whole day, in all her glory. Her complexion was creamy white, she was having a really well maintained body, to be correct any thing less than the word goddess wouldnt have done justice to those beautiful treasures assembled into one.
Next was my turn to undress, I stood there trembling before the commanding presence of Angelina, as if reading my mind she kissed me again, a thousand butterflies stirred inside my stomach, with the suitability of a butterfly she grazed my lips. I calmed down a bit only to feel more weakened by her presence. With a quicknes that surprised me she removed my slutty outfit. I stood bathing in shame before her my arms crossed over my breasts. She looked into my eyes as she peeled of those fishnet stockings from my legs, her nails trialling a sharp line over my supple flesh as she did so. A chill went through my spine as she looked into my eyes, there was a certain dark energy in them to which I had already became a slave. My panties came off even more slowly, as my shaved crotch with a small bush on top of it was released I looked away from her, I was unable to look at her any longer.
She dragged me by arm into a shower, with me following her like a child. The warm stream of water created a thin glowing shield around me. She enjoyed me standing under the strong stream of water. Then in an eternally slow move she entered the shower with me. I kissed and moaned into her mouth as her hands without any courtesies began to rub all over my pussy. My moans turned into groans as she began to gently nibble on my nipples and finger my pussy I was about to come any moment, one more minute and I would have come. when she quickly withdrew her hands and stopped all of a sudden. I was towelled dry and again led into a room. With two massage tables.