You're interested in love (The romantic ending)

"I was just interested in a job," you confess and Sara frowns.

You reach out and put your hand on hers.

"Then we started having some fun, and so I was just interested in fun."

"I'd be happy with that," she said.

"I'm not," you give her hand a squeeze. "I want the whole thing. I want this to be serious."

You lean across the table towards each other, your breasts almost spilling your coffee, and you press your soft lips to hers. You kiss her upper lip, open your mouths to each other, tease with tongue. You kiss her lower lip, pull it between your teeth, then press your lips hard to hers and taste her mouth completely. Her hand comes up and cups your face and she kisses your lips and up your cheek and then you realize that everyone in the coffee shop is looking directly at you.

You laugh and sit back. A few girls sitting together clap at the display and you and Sara both blush. You finish your coffees quickly, trying not to look like you're hurrying, but you are. Once you're in the car you're all over each other. Sara pushes the coat from your shoulders and unties the waist. Her hands cup your bare breasts, her tongue stretches out and tastes your hard nipples, teasing around them before she sucks each into her mouth in turn.

You pull her against your breast, she sucks your soft flesh into her mouth and teases you. Her hand is between your legs, stroking your mound over your panties. She kisses down your firm stomach to your thighs, kisses them, pulls your panties aside and you shiver at her breath against your clit. She is an artist with her lips and tongue, exploring you as she never has before. You squirm and roll your hips against her face, her light kisses on your clit are agonizingly sweet, like she is fucking you with a feather. When you finally cum you experience a shuddering orgasm that seems rise and fall in long waves, timed to her licks and sucking.

She lifts her face and you kiss, sharing the taste of your teenage slit. You begin to pull her dress down beneath her breasts, but she pushes your hands away and breaks the kiss.

"Not yet," she says, "I have an idea."

Her idea is the nicest hotel downtown. A suite that must cost nearly a thousand dollars a night. An in-room hot tub and roses and champagne and a box of fancy chocolates.

"I was going to come here with my husband," Sara says. "I'd rather be here with you."

You drink champagne and kiss and feed each other chocolates. You place one of the chocolates between your lips and let it melt as your tongues intertwine. It's a bit messy but the sweetness of the kiss is thrilling and her eyes are sparkling as brightly as the champagne. After a couple more glasses you are buzzing and you begin to undress one another. Sara's magnificently huge breasts draw your attention. You squeeze them and heft them and suck her thick nipples until she gasps from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

Soon enough you're both naked and sliding into the bubbling hot tub, half a bottle of champagne still left. You sit on her lap facing her, kissing in the steamy water, looking into her eyes and reaching down to touch her pussy. The champagne and the bubbling water are driving you wild. You kiss her neck, licking it and sucking so hard you leave a mark. You suck again on her breasts and then pull her up to sit on the rim of the tub. Her dripping pussy is sweet as can be and she cums hard against your tongue.

The pale triangle of her bikini line on her ass is an equally inviting target for your attention. You lick her wrinkled pink hole while she rolls her hips, fucking her ass against your licking tongue. You push your tongue past the clenched muscles and inside her hot tunnel, your fingers working her cunt and your thumb against her clit. With your free hand you pry apart her cheeks so you can watch her ass swallow the pink triangle of your tongue as she fuck back against your face. She cums so hard her clenching hole feels like it's going to guillotine your poor little tongue.

She takes her turn with you standing on the step in the tub and straddling her face while she leans back and looking up at you from beneath your dripping tits. You don't quite cum in this position, but Sara practically carries you to the bedroom suite and throws you down on the bed. She licks and fingers you to firecracker string of orgasmic explosions, her wet hair against your thighs, her eyes locked on yours as her nimble tongue digs into your teenage depths.

She joins you on the bed and you kiss and talk and finger and lick without any definition between the activities. You 69 with her, Sara's big beautiful ass above your face, her lips wrapped around your little clit. You cum so many times and so hard, moaning and crying out with your tongue buried up her slit, that you have to stop. Your clit is just too sore from being sucked.

After a rest you trib with her and writhe on the bed until you've both cum several times. The night ends with you too tired to move, laying out on your stomach, with a pillow beneath your chin. Sara is kneeling between your legs, playing with your slit, your clit, and spreading your cheeks to tease your asshole with her tongue. You actually fall asleep twice while she's doing this, but then wake up to another earth shaking orgasm as she fingers your slit and plants more of those butterfly kisses on your tender buns.

Finally you lay tangled together, watching the sun rise, drenched in sweat and each others juices.

"I think I love you," Sara says, a contented smile on her face.

"Yeah, me too," you answer and give her a kiss. "We might just be able to make this work."