Sophia handed me the glass of champagne. “I’m not so sure of the vintage,” she commented.
I had to smile at that. “I think I’m more astonished that you got champagne through room service at a Holiday Inn.”
We sipped our champagne and looked into each other’s eyes. She gave me a smile and I sat down in one of the armchairs and held my hand out to her. She settled sideways on my lap, with one arm around my neck and the other holding her flute of champagne. I kept an arm around her waist and the other on my own glass. “I debated picking anything up before coming over,” I said.
“Oh?”
I gave a small shrug. “I figured that the girls might notice flowers tomorrow morning, and I’m still not old enough to buy booze.”
“How old are you?” she asked, surprised.
“Does it matter?”
It was her turn to shrug. “No, I don’t suppose it does.”
I finished my glass of champagne and set the empty glass on the table to the side, and then put both hands around her waist. The silk felt very thin, and her body felt very warm and supple beneath it. “I didn’t think so, either.”
She smiled at me, and continued to sip her champagne. “You are very sure of yourself.”
I tried to sound innocent. “Am I? I just try to be myself.” I tightened my hold on Sophia’s waist slightly and began running my hands slowly over her. She shifted slightly, and her robe came apart slightly on her legs. First I saw the elastic band at the top of her stockings, and then she shifted a touch more, and I saw some pale white thigh above the stockings.
Sophia closed her eyes and gave a slight shudder as my hands moved over her back and side, and her eyes closed as she slumped against me. This brought her head close to mine, and I turned my head slightly, to where I could whisper into her ear, “You should be yourself, and relax. Let me help you relax. You’re an amazing woman. Let me make you amazing tonight.” I nuzzled her neck and extended my tongue, and traced a thin line along her neck up to a spot just behind her ear. I flicked my tongue across her ear lobe, and as I did, I brought the hand wrapped around her from the front, back and up. I lightly traced a line using just the tips of my fingers across her side and up along her breast. Sophia gave another small shudder, and this time she let out a soft sigh.
I continued to lightly tease and taste her, slowly letting my fingers wander across the front of her robe. Sophia’s breathing became a little raspy, and I glanced down at the front of her robe. Her nipples were clearly aroused and tenting out the front of it. She was showing a lot of cleavage by now, as her squirming in my arms was opening her robe up, and her chest was becoming flushed. It was time. I slipped my hand inside her robe and cupped a large and warm breast, lifting it and running my thumb across the distended nipple.
Sophia moaned, and her eyes snapped open. She pulled her head away from mine and looked me in the eye, and then her hands came up to cup my face on both sides. She lowered her lips to mine and kissed me, her tongue dueling with mine, as I peeled her robe open enough that I could use both hands on those beautiful full breasts. We continued like this, and I undid the tie holding her robe together. I slid one hand between her legs, and she quickly spread them as much as possible while staying on my lap. She had a small patch of coarse and curly hair, which seemed drenched, and her clit was throbbing as I ran a fingertip up through her slit. Sophia’s musk filled the room.
Sophia moaned loudly as I touched her clit, and to keep her quiet, I held her face to mine with the hand to the back of her head as I began to finger her pussy. She was shaking as she moaned into my lips, and I refused to let her go until a quiet shriek and a flood of warm juice to my fingers indicated a crushing orgasm. At that point I let up on her, and let off of her clit and simply used my fingers to rub her wet pussy from the outside. Sophia pulled her head back and looked at me with glazed eyes, and with a weak voice, said, “Oh, God, fuck me!”
I shook my head and smiled. “No.”
“No?” she asked weakly.
“Not yet. We have lots of time. I plan to use you all night long. You want that don’t you? You want one orgasm after another, don’t you? You want me to make you do things, don’t you?” As I whispered these things into her ear, I began touching her pussy again, and pinching her nipples again.
Sophia responded with a gasp. “Please, just fuck me!” she pleaded.
I licked her ear and backed off on her pussy a touch. “No, not until you tell me what you want me to do to you.” She whimpered and tried to twist out of my grasp, to get in bed, but I held her tight. “Do you want me to lick your pussy? Do you like that?” I gave her clit a vigorous rub for a second.
She barely stifled a scream and then nodded. “Yes!”
“Do you swallow?”
It took her a second to understand me, and her eyes opened wide, but she nodded, and whispered, “Yes, sometimes.”
“I’m going to want you to swallow. I’m going to make you swallow.” If anything, the idea of force seemed to excite her. She nodded and flushed at the thought. “Then I’m going to use you. I will make you do things, nasty things. I’m going to touch you and kiss you and make you do things. You want to be nasty for me, don’t you, Sophia?”
Again she blushed, but she nodded and whispered haltingly, “Yes.”
“You’re so much of a lady, Sophia, but you’re also a whore.” I fingerfucked her hard as I said this. “The only difference is what room you’re in at the time. Now you’re in the bedroom, so you’re going to be my whore for the night, aren’t you?”
Another flood of pussy juice greeted my fingers and her back arched as she came. It was almost a silent cry of orgasm, and I kept up my torture until I didn’t think she could handle it any more.
It was time for the bed. I put my hands on her waist and lifted Sophia up, and she got the idea and climbed to her feet. I stood up myself and faced her. Her robe was already hanging around her waist, loose off her shoulders, so I pushed it down and let it slip to the floor.
Sophia was looking nervous as she stood there in her thigh top stockings and black stilettos, but I simply smiled and licked my lips in anticipation. Despite having five children, including a pair of twins, she was in excellent shape, with large and proud breasts, wide set hips and a soft but not saggy rear, and the slightest hint of a womanly belly, which I found quite intriguing. She had a few stretch marks, but nothing I hadn’t seen on Marilyn, and Sophia was very enticing.
I stood facing her and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I was in good shape. I had managed to keep up with my running and some weight training since I got to college, although my aikido training had suffered. While there was a karate club at the school, that was it for martial arts, and I had been too busy to find a new dojo. I had managed to earn my black belt right before high school graduation, but I knew I was sliding backwards there. Anyway, Sophia seemed to like what she saw as I opened my shirt and took it off. I tossed it aside and moved closer.
“Sit on the bed,” I ordered. She looked confused, but I put my hands on her waist and pushed her back against the bed, and her legs automatically buckled and she sank down onto the bed. Now, with her face at my waist level, Sophia began to undo my pants, but I surprised her when I took her hands in mine and stopped her. “Not yet.” I knelt down at her feet and put my hands on her knees, to spread her legs apart. I smiled as I stared at her pussy, neatly framed by trim auburn coils.