Spooning, a short story by shyboy. Date added: 2011-12-16. Times viewed: 4886.
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- Intro: How we found our favourite position Het MF Oral
Dawn creeps through the bedroom curtains as I slowly wake up and roll onto my side, snuggling up behind you in our favourite spoons position.
I'm wearing the boxer shorts you bought me last Christmas, the black ones with 'Suck Here' embroidered in white lettering either side of the front opening.
Your short nightie has ridden up your back, revealing the panties I got you for your birthday, with the words 'Cock Pit' stamped across your sweet round ass.
We share the same sense of humour, it's what drew us together when we first met all those years ago.
I'd come to your town on business and checked into the hotel where you worked behind the bar.
Like most single men let loose in a strange town, not knowing where the action was, I had latched on to the pretty hotel barmaid and become a bit of a bar fly for a few days.
But we hit it off and you didn't seem to mind me hanging around each night. It was your job to keep the customers entertained and, as I say, we had a shared sense of humour.
The night we moved from flirty fun to serious action is engraved on my heart. It was your night off and you'd offered to show me the local night spots.
We found a nice bistro to eat in and then moved on to a couple of night clubs where we got hot and sweaty in the crush of bodies gyrating around the dance floor.
You clung to me for the slow numbers in a very sexy way and I had difficulty hiding just how much being this close to your gorgeous body was arousing me.
By midnight we'd both had enough of the frantic action inside the clubs and decided to head back to the hotel for a nightcap.
The cab ride back got interesting when I put my arm around your shoulders and felt you snuggle into me. I lifted your chin and you offered me your lips to kiss, demurely at first, but getting sexier as we each warm to the task.
My hand brushed against your breasts but you didn't pull away. I rested one hand on your thigh and you allowed it to stay there, even when I slid it down towards your knee, which I squeezed.
You reached up to hold the back of my head as we continued to kiss, tongues now probing inside one another's mouths. My hand slipped under the hem of your skirt and rode back up your thigh, reaching your panties without meeting any resistance.
In fact you opened your legs enough to let me place my hand between your thighs and use my thumb to rub your pussy through panties I was pleased to note had become quite damp.
You moaned quietly as my thumb got you aroused, closing your legs to trap my hand between your thighs and grinding yourself against it.
The cab pulled into the hotel car park and we climbed out, slightly breathless. I gave the driver a generous tip for his discretion. He must have seen what we were up to on his back seat, but he made no attempt to stop us.
I collected my room key from Reception whilst you waited by the lifts, not wanting the hotel staff to know that we're together. It was a hotel rule, apparently. No fraternizing with the customers. By which they meant no fucking the guests!
We were alone in the elevator as we rode up to my floor, but we stood apart, like strangers. You had mutely indicated the closed circuit television camera in the corner of the compartment. Hotel spies were everywhere it seemed.
My room was around the corner, the entrance set in a deep alcove, well out of sight of any cameras. I pulled you into my arms and we kissed deeply, my hardness pressed against you.
I inserted the key and we fell into the blackness of my room, the heavy fire door closing behind us with a reassuring clunk.
I pressed a switch and the low-level lighting flickered into life, bathing the room in a gentle golden glow.
We were standing next to the full length mirror in the room's entrance lobby and I glanced at our reflections. Me six feet tall, fair hair cut short, half decent physique, deep blue eyes that had melted many a woman's resolve not to sleep with me.
Your slightly built five feet two inch frame looks tiny beside me, your pretty face framed by curly auburn hair down to your shoulders, smiling hazel eyes, firm tits and ass, and lovely slender legs that I hoped would soon be wrapped around my waist while I buried my cock inside your sopping wet pussy.
Sweeping you up off your feet, I strode across the room to the double bed and laid you on top before tumbling down beside you and pulling you into my arms.
We kissed and fumbled to undress one another, me almost tearing off your blouse and yanking down your skirt while you wrestled with my shirt and jeans until we were both just in our underwear.
You rub my cock over the top of my boxer shorts and feel its full eight-inch length and fat girth.
'My God, Nathan, I don't know where you think that's all going to fit!' you said, laughing.
'You let me worry about that young Rachel,' I replied, sliding my fingers inside your panties and feeling the smooth skin of your labia for the first time.
'Mmmmm, oh God that feels good,' you murmured as I slid two, then three fingers inside your pussy and rubbed your bulging clit.
I pulled your panties down and flung them across the room before burying my face in your crotch and pushing my tongue inside your slit at the same time as I rubbed my finger around the rim of your ass hole.
You moaned and wriggled on the bed at this double assault on your most sensitive zones and I smelt the musky aroma of your juices as they trickled out of your pussy.
Scooping some onto my tongue, I climbed back up the bed and kissed you open mouthed, our saliva mingling with your pussy juices inside your mouth.
I unhooked your bra and dropped it on the floor, before sucking on your stiff nipples and continuing to finger fuck your pussy.
You carried on wriggling and moaning and then held my arm, to stop my fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. 'I want your cock inside me,' you whispered and I needed no second invitation, rolling between your open legs and inserting my bulging glans into your wet slit before pushing the full eight-inch shaft in behind it.
'Oh fuck! Oh God! That's so fucking BIG!' you cried as my cock pumped in and out of your widely stretched pussy.
As your body adjusted to the size of the monster inside it you relaxed and wrapped your legs around my waist, just as I had hoped you would, enabling me to penetrate your pussy even more deeply.
'I'm cumming! God, I'm cumming!' you cried as your juices flooded over my hot shaft. I maintained a steady rhythm pushing my cock in and out of your eager snatch, bringing you to two more orgasms before finally shooting my load inside you.
I rolled off you and kissed your lips and neck and heaving breasts until you turned your back to me and, as I snuggled in behind you, pushed back into my chest, your ass pressed against my semi-erect cock.
It was the first time we had 'spooned' and it just felt so right. Just as it feels so right now, ten years later.
We're married now and have been for eight years. Our children are three and five, Maisie and George. We left them with your Mum yesterday on our way down here.
It's our tenth anniversary today. Ten years since that first night and we're back in the same hotel, the same room even.
I reach around and squeeze your tits and you stir in your sleep.
My hand slides between your thighs and I rub your pussy with my thumb. I can feel your juices trickling from your labia. You moan in your semi-awake state, gradually gaining full consciousness.
I scoop your juices with my fingers and wipe them over my lips.
'And what do you think you're doing?!' you ask me in a mock stern voice.
'Nothing darling,' I say. 'Just spooning!'
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