Take it slow

Returning Deirdre’s smile, Jack savoured the shape and weight of her breasts pushing against his chest while letting his right hand travel up over her shapely back.
The two of them were kissing again by the time that the metallic sound of the zipper on the back of her dress being pulled down rang out, with Deirdre’s hands ceasing their travelling up and down his sides and instead being held against his hips as he slowly led the zipper down towards the small of her back.

One more deep kiss, and Deirdre had spun around to present Jack with her arced back, her ass nudging against his crotch as they worked together to work the top of her dress down towards her slim waist, though Jack had to stop for a moment to run his hands over the smooth skin of her sides just after they’d gotten the dress down far enough that it was below the thin black back-strap of her otherwise strapless bra.

Once the dress was bunched up round her waist, Deirdre took over, leaning forwards into a deep bow and rubbing her ass against Jack’s turgid cock, which seemed about ready to burst through his pants as he kept up caressing the generous curvature of Deirdre’s sides whilst watching how the back of her black panties appeared into the open as a result of her sliding her dress down onto her legs.

Straightening back up again, Deirdre reached behind her to place both of her hands on the back of Jack’s head as she swayed her hips to work the dress down her long legs, a horny gasp flowing out from her mouth when he placed both hands on her breasts and began to fondle the two generously sized orbs through the thin fabric of the front of her bra, with her head finally coming back to rest on his left shoulder so that they could share another passionate kiss that lingered on until her dress had sunk past her ankles to drape itself over her high-heel shoes.

Jack moved his hands onto Deirdre’s thighs and ran them up over the sheer fabric of her non-gartered black stockings so that he could make her moan into his mouth through the way in which he wrapped his fingers round the waistband of her panties.
Suddenly breaking free of his grasp, Deirdre swirled round so that her breasts were once more mashed against Jack’s chest and wrapped her arms round his neck as she kissed him again, her right leg being hooked around the back of his thighs as she rubbed the tiny front of her panties against his crotch.

Lifting Deirdre’s left leg up so that he could carry her, Jack hoped that the quick glance that he’d gotten of the suite before he’d found himself pushed up against the wall by Deirdre and with her lips pressed against his would allow him to remember which direction that the bed was in as he began walking across the room with her legs wrapped round his waist and her arms round his neck, the two of them still engaged in a spit-swapping kiss.

After they had gotten onto the bed, with Jack having turned round so that Deirdre was on top of him, the kissing continued as he rushed to undo her bra, to which she responded by taking her lips away from his and rolling over onto her side before whipping the bra out from under her and casually tossing it over her shoulder, leaving him to admire how her large, round breasts possessed a firmness that belied her age, as did much of her scantily clad body.

Jack first placed a hand on one of Deirdre’s shoulders and gently pushed her down onto her back, then he planted a kiss on her lips, wrestling tongues with her for only a few moments before he brought his lips into contact with one of her hard nipples, driving her into producing a lustful coo at how he flicked at it with the tip of his tongue while letting one of his hands trace its way down her midsection to once more play with the waistband of her black panties.

Running her fingers through Jack’s hair as his lips left her nipple, Deirdre spread her legs and wiggled her ass against the ruffled sheets while he began the process of kissing his way down her stomach, her slender digits continuing to play with his hair when his mouth came into contact with the front of her panties.

“Yes,” Deirdre moaned out, an enthralling smile on her lips as she stretched the word out, letting it roll off her tongue as Jack’s hands were put to good use in tugging her panties downwards, with him getting up from where he’d been laying between her spread legs so that he could continue moving her underwear towards her feet, throwing a quick glance at her damp pussy before continuing on with the task at hand.

Soon enough, Jack was standing by the foot of the bed, Deirdre’s discarded panties now on the floor so that she was now wearing only her high-heels, stockings and various pieces of expensive jewellery as she got up on her knees in front of him and proceeded to start undoing his shirt.