6.09.2010

The return of The Doctor... My 13th confession

In the months since the trip to the cabin, The Doctor and I have kept in more frequent touch via email. After dancing around the subject of what had transpired there, The Doctor playfully acknowledged the fun that he, DH, and I had enjoyed that night by the fire.  He respectfully asked if what had occurred had been OK with DH.  Without giving away too much information, I let him know that all was well, and that he had helped us satisfy a whim.

I accompanied The Doctor to his hotel room after dinner, drinks, and continuous conversation.  The conversation was still flowing as we sat on opposite sides of the queen sized hotel bed, but at this point our words were laden with double entendres.  The distance between us slowly narrowed, and The Doctor hinted that a repeat performance would be welcome.  Since I am not one to disappoint a friend, I shifted my position and slid my hand over his thighs.  He leaned back against the pillows, so I moved closer, bearing my cleavage as my hands traveled over the hardness growing in his slacks.  We exchanged a long, knowing look, then without saying a word, I helped him remove his pants and boxers and he helped to remove my blouse and bra. 

There we sat, partially clothed and silent, with our gazes locked.  Anticipation filled the space between us in the dimly lit room. I leaned over, and began swirling my tongue around the tip of his head.  The combination of my brief hand massage and anticipation had engorged his seven-inch cock, causing precum to mingle with the moisture from my mouth.  I grasped the base of his rigid cock as I opened my mouth wider to take him in deeper.  I eagerly began my oral ministrations, hoping to impress him with my determination to please.  I alternated between a pattern of semi-shallow sucking and long licks from his base to his tip, making sure to pay attention to his balls, as well.  My efforts were encouraged when The Doctor reached out to cup my breasts and squeeze my hard nipples.   His touch felt so good that I was compelled to engulf his entire length, and work towards brining him to an orgasm.  The moment his tip reached my throat he began to moan and praise my talents.  His sexy sounds and phrases were such a turn on!  I felt his cock throb gently against my lips, indicating that he was about to pump his load into my mouth, so I took him in as deep as I could.  He groaned and gasped between exclamations of pleasure and praise while I swallowed his cum and licked his tip clean. 

Afterwards I reclined on the pillows beside him, feeling very turned on and needing a release of my own.  It was late and we were both getting tired, so I took matters into my own hands.  I reached across his body and guided his hand to my D cups, and instructed him to grope and squeeze.  I unzipped my jeans to allow access to my pussy.  With one hand I checked to see if he was ready for round two, and slid my other hand within my pretty pink thong.  He seemed to be getting hard, but I need to cum!  I abandoned his cock in order to focus all my attention on my wet, pink folds and sensitive clit.  I asked him to squeeze and pinch my nipples harder while he watched me play with myself.  I was a little self conscious, but I couldn’t hold back my soft moans as I slipped my finger into my pussy and made circles around my hard clit.  I would have loved to have felt his mouth on my nipples, but he seemed content to watch the show.  Before long I was writhing and whimpering in the throws of my self induced orgasm.

We regrouped and dressed so that The Doctor could walk me out.  There was no awkwardness as we hugged goodbye.  I texted DH to let him know that I was on my way home, and that I needed his cock…