No - Follow Scott

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SCOTT

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"You too," Mandy said, returning the smile. I let go of her hand and started off up the stairs. I felt like I was floating, my feet barely touching the floor as I made my way down the exterior walkway until I reached room 2112. I took a deep breath and knocked.

I waited, anxiously, for what seemed like minutes but was most certainly less than thirty seconds then-

My heart stopped as the door opened and there she was. Tina. Her blonde hair damp and hanging over her shoulders as if she'd just gotten out of the shower. She was wearing a white, satin robe that was tied loosely at the waist. It was open enough to see the frilly outline of a white, lacey bra. The robe was short enough to show off most of her toned, tan legs.

She smiled at me. "Did you come alone?" I nodded. Tina's eyebrows raised then she batted her eyelashes.

"Well, don't be shy," Tina said, moving aside so I could enter the room. "Can I get you anything? Maybe some champaign?"

"That sounds great," I replied as I entered her room. It looked spotless, almost untouched. If it weren't for the unopened suitcase and the drying champaign glasses next to the sink, I'd have thought nobody was living in the room at all. Tina grabbed the two Champaign glasses.

Had she had someone else over to share Champaign with?

"Thank you," I said, taking one of the glasses. Tina poured a bit of the bubbly drink into our glasses.

"So, your wife..." Tina said as she took a small sip.

"With Raja and Petyr," I replied. "The European boys."

Tina shook her head and tsk-tsked. "You shouldn't trust those boys. They are too much too handle for your poor, lovely wife."

"I think you underestimate her."

"Maybe."

"Would you be able to handle them?" I asked. "Together?"

"Yes," Tina replied. "I could. And I will." She took one large gulp, downing the last of her Champaign. "But not right now. Now..."

Tina stepped forward, pressing her hands to mine. She drew her shoulders back in a a confident, projected posture that stretched the satin across her chest, causing the robe to loosen a bit. The frilly cups of her bra came into view and a generous amount of her mouthwatering cleavage along with it. The shapes of her fake breasts were such that the bra was not doing much to support or shape them. It was mostly there for aesthetics, to compliment them and add a layer of décor and mystique. It was certainly doing its job.

"I have other plans." She pulled the sash of her robe then slipped it over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. My god, she was gorgeous. If I had to describe my dream girl, I would describe Mandy. Even before I met her, she was my type. Average height, long, brown hair, shapely body, huge, mouthwatering tits and a face that would make an angel sing. But what guy hasn't dreamed of having a night with a woman like Tina? A woman who was Playboy centerfold hot. Maxim cover page hot. WWE Diva hot. At some point, many years ago, I decided to not pursue moments like this. Not only did I know that Mandy was the one I wanted to spend my life with, I never dreamed in a million years that a girl like Tina would ever consider sleeping with me. But now, here I was, face-to-face with her for the second time in a row.

To say I was more confident this time would be an understatement. Tina leaned in and I immediately met her lips with mine. I wrapped my arms around her, letting my hands grip the small of her back as I pulled her into me. We twirled around until I collapsed backward onto the couch, pulling her with me. Our kiss never broke as she climbed onto my lap. My hands drifted downwards, over the lacy fabric of her thong until they reached her ass. I squeezed both cheeks hard, eliciting a light squeak from her lips. The kiss broke and she leaned back, straddling me.

She reached back and unhooked her bra. I held my breath as I watched the shoulder straps go limp. My heart thumped against my ribcage, pounding out a rhythm of primal need. Tina smiled, teasing me, letting me wait. Then, slowly, she lowered her arms and the cups fell away, revealing two perfectly round, gravity-defying mounds of flesh. Her nipples were small and pink, standing erect in the center of her breasts. I was speechless.

"You act like you've never seen them before," Tina said with a slight giggle. I didn't respond, I just dove in, grabbing a breast in each hand and pressing them together. I groaned as I licked and sucked across the inner curves of her breasts, squeezing the firm mounds to my endless delight. Slowly, she worked her hips back and forth over my lap. My cock was so hard it pressed the fabric of my shorts upward. It wedged between her perfect ass cheeks, sliding between them.

I felt small, fragile fingers work the buttons to my shirt. One-by-one they came undone until my shirt hung open. Tina pushed me backward and I slinked into the back of the couch. Quickly, she turned her attention to my pants, working open the button then the fly. The moment the hook hit the bottom of the zipper, my erection sprang up through, pitching a sturdy tent in my boxers. Tina grabbed a hold of it, rubbing and caressing it. The material darkened at the tip where precum dampened the cotton.

We locked eyes, sharing a lust-filled gaze then Tina grabbed the waistband of my boxers and shorts together and began tugging them down. I lifted my ass from the cushion to help her out. My cock sprang free as my clothes continued down to my ankles. Tina didn't wait to get them past my feet before she straddled me once again, pressing her crotch into mine and pinning my cock between my stomach and her pussy. She pushed forward, grinding along the underside of my shaft. Her white thong was visibly damp, becoming see-through as her juices mixed with mine.

"Fuck, Tina," I groaned. "You are so fucking sexy."

Tina liked that. She beamed in appreciation as she reached down between her legs and pulled the fabric of her thong to the side.

Then I remembered. "Do we need a...?"

Tina smiled and held up a small, round foil package.

Where did she even get that from?

She tore the package open effortlessly then pulled the rubber disk out. I watched, mesmerized as she rolled it down over my hardened cock then she eagerly rubbed the tip across her lips. She positioned the head at the entrance of her pussy, then, in one, quick motion, she dropped down, taking me fully.

"Oh, yea," she moaned, lightly as she settled her full weight onto my lap. I nearly came right then and there. The heat. The tightness. The wetness. My fingers gripped her hips as my cock pulsed inside of her. Her pussy tightened in response, squeezing me like a python. I let out a low growl as she started to bounce.

"Fuck me," she said. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. "That's it. Fuck me."

I squeezed her tits, pressing them upward as her pace quickened.

"Fuck me," she chanted again. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head. She thrust her chest out, pushing her breasts into my face. I licked at one bouncing nipple, then the next. My hands found her ass and squeezed. Tina threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her mouth opening wide as an audible "AH! AH! AH!" accompanied every downward thrust. Sometimes an "OH YES!" would break through.

I was in another world, my vision filled with tan skin, bright blue eyes, and swirling blonde hair. I wanted so badly to give in and cum but my mind started cycling through all the positions I wanted to do it in with Tina: Missionary. Doggy style. Reverse cowgirl. Wheelbarrow. Standing up against the wall. I could bend her over the desk. Lay her down on the desk with her legs on my shoulders. There was a position I saw in a porn once where the girl was lying on her stomach, her legs stretched out to either side of the guy's hips while he kneeled behind her. I wanted to try that. And some that I had never even thought of.