Cheering Him Up

The event was good without being great. He wasn't overly impressed by the crowd that night. Sure there were familiar faces to catchup with and a number of newbies but nothing really excited him. It was nearly midnight and he decided to head back to the hotel.

She had a good night, catching up with friends, meeting new folks and the overall atmosphere, but seeing him a little moody concerned her. She tried to get some ladies to cheer him up but it didn't quite work. She didn't stay much longer after he left and went back to the hotel.

She found him naked on the bed watching TV. He had a neutral expression on his face. No big smiles or grins, just a little pouting of lips as a kiss to acknowledge her arrival. He wasn't really into what was on TV nor was he lost in thought. She had never seen him like this.

"What's the matter?" she asked as she stripped her outer layers.

He didn't respond but he watched her remove her scarf, unbutton her blouse and removed her black pants. She got on to the bed in Honey Birdette's "George", the black bodysuit with mesh front and zippers she wore at the kink event. He was still watching her.

She crawled over to him and showered his face with kisses. He didn't resist. Again she asked what was wrong, and his response was non-specific. She asked if she had done something wrong, to which he responded clearly "No". He just didn't enjoy the atmosphere at the event.

"Can I try cheer you up?" she asked.

"Yes please" he said, finally some life starting to return to him. "If anyone can cheer me up it's you".

Her lips met his, slowly and sensually. They loved kissing. It is what brings them together. The softness of their lips, the warmth of their mouths, the tantalizing of their tongues...unrelenting, neither party wanting the kissing to end, they held on to each other's bodies as the kisses deepened. He held her back with one arm and caressed her bare legs with the other. She held his face with both hands, stroking his beard, occasionally one wandering to caress the back of his head, shoulders and neck. This physical touch was the passion they both enjoyed, which heightened the sensations of the kissing.

"Oh you really can cheer me up, darling girl," he said as the kisses stopped momentarily.

Now he was softly smiling, looking at her. She looked into those beautiful blue eyes of his, she can easily get lost in them. She buried her face into the nook under his chin, kissing his skin while her hands started a journey into his wonderfully thick and broad chest. Her mouth followed venturing into the forest of hair and he laid back giving her full access to his chest, anticipating where she is headed. Nipple play was the ultimate play for him.

Yes, hiding deep within that forest, her fingers found his nipples. They reacted upon approach, standing up, not wanting to be missed. As her fingers made gentle contact, slowly rubbing all around he uttered that low moan of pleasure. It turned to a deeper groan as her tongue flicked his nipple. Her fingers and tongue worked in unison. When her tongue circled the nipple, her fingers also circled the other. When she sucked on it, her fingers pulled and pushed the other nipple. When her tongue licked his nipple, her thumb mimicked this motion on the other. Sometimes it was soft and slow, and sometimes hard and fast, feeling his reactions. She knew exactly how to build up his excitement. That was their connection, that was their unique chemistry.

She had brought him to a state of heightened excitement and he sat up. He pushed her down on the bed in front of him, holding her wrists together over her head. She loved that. Even when he released, she kept her arms that way stretched above her head. Laying on the bed in front of him, her chest pushed up, her legs spread across his chest, he put her left leg around his waist and opened the right leg out in such a way that she was fully accessible and open for him.

He unzipped the first zipper of her outfit to reveal her breasts through the second layer of mesh fabric. He looked at her, first at her face, then slowly down her body, not letting an inch of her skin go unnoticed, knowing she is watching him. Watching him gaze at her body turned her on immensely. He didn't need to touch or speak. Simply watching those blue eyes roaming over her semi-exposed body, knowing he is aroused, knowing his devious thoughts, that turned her on. And then he looked at her straight in the eye, directly having feasted on her body. Alternating between looking in her eyes and looking at her nipples, that was enough to make her nipples jut out, desperate to be physically stimulated.

He groped her breasts through the mesh. Firm, large hands grabbed her tits. His palms circled over her erect nipples, which puckered up further under his touch. Finally he unzipped the last zipper and pulled out her breasts so he could feel her skin. He could attack those nipples, pinch them, prod them, twisting and turning, squeezing them and rubbing his fingers on the tip to stimulate pleasure. And with every such action the pulses of pleasure ran straight to her cunt. He watched her face flush with pleasure directly from his actions. That pleased him.

Having played with her nipples to his satisfaction, his hands crept down her body to her open legs. The crotch clasp of her body suit was soon undone and again he teased her with his glances. He looked at her straight in the eye, then looking at her pussy, gently parting her lips to examine her privacy. With two fingers he opened her labia to assess the state of her clitoris, the pinkness of her insides, the moisture trickling down to her asshole. He didn't stimulate her, he just examined her, intimately. Watching his examination made her even wetter as more of her juices flowed.

Then he placed a finger inside her, and looked at her. She felt him probe deeper until his finger touched her sensitive cervix. Two fingers entered and they moved thrusting up against her g-spot. He kept looking at her face as his other hand circled her clitoris. He got into a slow rhythmic motion and looked at her face, which was contorted in pleasure and wanting more. He worked her pussy harder and faster, as she started moaning more and more, heaving and thrusting her hips, wanting release. And then the bastard stopped.

"I want to keep you horny all night," he said with a devilish grin, laying back down and pulling her on top of him.

It was again her turn to take charge. She straddled him, and reached forward to kiss his lips, while her pelvis grinded against his cock. As the kisses deepened and their tongues darted she rubbed his cock against her clitoris. And add to that, her fingers reached for his nipples, rolling then between her thumb and forefinger. Multitasking at its finest. He was reaching another high and she felt his cock grow. It wasn't long before it glided inside her. Her vaginal muscles squeezed around his shaft as she started rocking. He was reaching another level.

She was now in full flow. She rode him cowgirl, with her hands on his chest she held nothing back. She looked down at him. He lay there under her, arms folded behind his head, his face concentrated on her fucking. He took in the glorious sight of her breasts bouncing up and down, her hair bouncing on her shoulders as she bounced on his cock. She looked into the mirror on the bedhead, she saw herself full frontal and the reflection from the back mirror showed her arse bouncing on his cock. He too could see her rear pumping his cock in the mirror. What a sight.

She could feel her inside fluids building up, wetter and wetter. And with all the stimulation built up before, she could cum right now, but why have a plain orgasm when you can have a squirting one?

"I'm ready," she told him and he knew her party trick.

As she leaned forward he held his cock at the entrance to her cunt and shook it vigorously. And it gushed, all that built up tension released with her squirt raining down on his cock, hand, legs and the bedding. She laid on his body in the yoga 'child's pose' with hips apart and arms resting on his chest, limp. It wasn't long before those fingers found his nipples again as did her tongue. She felt him growing again, and again they fucked, and again she squirted. And again. Rub nipples, Ride cock, Shake squirt, Repeat!

She lay there on him exhausted and rather dehydrated, but he too needed his release. He was so high from the play, it excited him to have her cum, to have her squirt, all because of him. To know he can have this effect on her and pleasure her to beyond satisfaction. What would be more erotic than to have her suck his cock, the very cock that was drenched in her squirt and juices? She slid down his body, easily given the wetness. Her fingers again hit the spot with his nipples and took him to ecstasy as she took his cock in her mouth. She licked, sucked, deep throated and it took him over the edge knowing his little girl is doing this for him, sucking her own squirt covered cock. He was louder than before when he exploded inside her mouth. Waves of aftershocks rippled as she ensured every drop of cum was licked off.

"I think you have cheered up now," she said cheekily, which brought a big smile to his face.

"More fun than being at the event," he said, looking at the time. It was past 3am now and the bed was soaking down to the mattress. Luckily there was a second bed in their room, on which they cuddled, kissed each other on the forehead and fell fast asleep.

Based on an unexpected "April fools" encounter.