Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

We have been in the car nearly all morning. I want a hotel on the beach and Greg isn’t that picky. He thinks any hotel with a bed will do perfectly. I, on the other hand, have visions of frolicking on the beach looking trim, toned and sexy.

Finally, we drove up to a huge hotel, right on the beach. All the rooms have balconies, and there is actually a vacancy. The bellhop assists us to the third floor, opening the door and following us inside. It is a lovely room, light and airy, the decor in bright pastels.

There is a huge king-size bed, looking very inviting. One entire wall is a window, with a sliding glass door that the bellboy opens. The curtains billow into the room, the beach is right below us, the water looking green and refreshing.

When Jason, the friendly bellhop, leaves, Greg kicks off his shoes and stretches out on the bed. He strikes a pose against the headboard, trying to look sexy and desirable.

In truth, he is very tempting. We had made a silly wager that we could not have sex until today, which was why the hotel was so important to me. It had been five days, five long days of kisses and touches and suggestive whispers. Both of us were so ready!

I opened my suitcase, removing my new suit.

Pretending I didn’t know Greg was watching my every move, I slowly undressed.

First, I unbuttoned my shirt, slowly. I gazed out at the beach and carefully removed the summery top, sliding it down my arms and letting it fall. Next, I unhooked my shorts, unzipping them and wriggling out of them. I stood there, clad only in a lacy bra and panty, my tanned skin nearly naked.

Turning my back to Greg, I reached behind and unhooked the bra, shrugging out of it, letting it fall with the rest of my clothes.

I stretched seductively, turning in profile, my nipples pointy and tight. I knew the lacy panties did not cover much, clinging to my shapely ass, barely containing it. If I turned to the balcony, Greg would be able to see my full curlies pressed against the crotch. I know he is particularly fond of my soft bush.

I stood just inside the window, looking out, watching the people frolicking on the beach, so near we could hear their laughing voices. I glanced at Greg and saw an impressive tenting in his shorts. It made me smile.

Someone on the beach turned up their radio. I love this song. I closed my eyes and began dancing. I let my fingers run over my near-naked body, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples. I crossed my arms and ran my hands down my sides, massaging my tummy, sliding along the panty as it skimmed my curlies.

Peeking under my lashes, I could see Greg staring at me, seeing his tongue slide over his lips in anticipation. I continued dancing, twirling now, moving around the room, seemingly in a trance.

When Greg left the bed and came toward me, I had to move quickly. “What about our bet, Greg? I thought we were waiting!”

“The stupid bet was for today, Hildy! You said when we got to Panama Beach, we could make love. and we are here! We have been here nearly an hour. Look at me, look what you do to me!”

I must confess, looking at Greg was nearly my downfall. He slid his shorts down, revealing a hard, wet cock standing straight. He made it throb, knowing that made me giggle.

Then he did the one thing he knew would make me succumb. He slid his own hand around his dick, massaging it, his fingers moving with total familiarity up and down the erect shaft.

I had told Greg when we first met that I found a man caressing himself to be so incredibly erotic, and he had never forgotten.

The sight of his long fingers, giving himself pleasure generally made me unbelievably hot. Today was no exception. It had been five long days. And Greg had a way of touching me, even as we drove, that made me crazy with lust.

But here’s the thing. I had a scenario in my mind, one I wanted to enact with Greg. It is the reason the balcony was so important to me, and now we had one. So, I would just have to be strong and wait, knowing tonight would be one of our best sessions.

I continued to evade Greg’s questing fingers, taking my new suit to the bathroom to dress. Once inside, I removed my panties, not at all surprised to find the crotch soaking wet.

Even though we had been together for over a year, Greg still had the power to make me melt with just a look. We were so well-matched it sometimes astounded me.

We could talk forever about everything. We could sit together quietly, holding hands, and be content. Best of all, we could fuck for days and never get worn out or bored.

With a final glance at the mirror, I opened the bathroom door. Greg grinned lasciviously at me. The suit was a Caribbean red, snug, with cutouts at very unexpected places.

It was a one piece, but sexier than many bikinis. I knew I looked good in it. I had been sunbathing nude in our backyard for weeks and my tan was golden and perfect. My breasts, though small, were full and lush with promise.

My legs were toned from my daily workouts with my friends. I nearly blushed from the naked desire in Greg’s eyes. Tonight was going to be fantastic, I just knew it.

I pulled on a little coverup skirt and sat on the bed to watch Greg. I never tired of seeing him naked. He had the best ass in the world, firm and shapely. His chest was covered with a fine matting of dark hair, running in a path to his tummy and beyond. He undressed now, trying to tempt me, trying to sway me, wanting to fuck me. But I had other plans.

Finally he gave up and pulled on his bathing shorts, and reached for my hand.

“I want you, baby. You know that, you can see that. If tonight is that important to you, though, I will wait and play your game. Just remember, tonight I am going to fuck you like our first time. There will be no stopping me, I want it all, and I will get it. Tonight!”

We left our room, hand in hand, going to the big gift shop in the lobby. There we found huge floats, brightly decorated. We carried them out to the beach, and found an air machine to inflate them.

Crossing the sand, I was pleased to see that I was creating a bit of a stir among the guys. One even whistled. Greg held my hand proudly, pleased that I was his woman. We rode the floats out into the water, holding hands and floating together.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.