Lust By The Lake
A couple hook up at a convention. Lecture Literotica.
When I was invited to lecture at a financial forum on Currency Arbitrage Technologies during a conference at the University of Chicago, School of Business, I thought it would be just another boring convention. But since I like Chicago a great deal, I agreed to attend and hoped for an adventure of some sort to spice up the proceedings. It turned out better than I ever anticipated.
During the welcoming dinner, I spotted a slender brunette at an adjacent table. She had an overall air of innocence about her but a wholesome face, long soft hair, beautifully rounded hips, and was pleasantly endowed in the chest as well, with breasts that supported poked her silk blouse out in an interesting way. Following the meal, I made sure that, I followed close behind her as the group was dispersing for the evening. At the elevator, we made some small talk and went our separate ways for the night.
The next morning while seated alone in the hotel lobby, perusing the Wall St. Journal, ordering breakfast I saw her emerge from the elevator and enter the hotel coffee shop. I followed her in and joined her in the line and noticed that tables for singles were in short supply.
I stepped to her side and asked if she had a companion for breakfast. She replied that she was alone, starving and that anything that got her served sooner was OK with her. It turned out that she was not only lovely; she was intelligent and witty, with a direct and honest manner. We hit it off immediately.
Held my gaze…
Our conversation covered a lot of ground starting with technical trading strategies and moving on to other mutual interests, including aerobic exercise. She was a serious fitness buff. I decided to plunge ahead and asked her if she wanted to meet me at the hotel fitness center for a swim later that day.
She held my gaze just slightly longer than normal. Seeing that my overture was a symbolic gesture she agreed to meet me that afternoon. I planned to arrive at the pool before she did; I wanted to observe her entrance.
When she appeared poolside, wearing a one-piece, shiny, black, speedo bathing suit, my mind and cock both hardened with resolve, THIS was the adventure I had hoped for. We swam some laps and I realized that her form was the kind gained through years of training and hard work. I was lost in awe of her seal-like grace as she cut through the water.
After about an hour she realized that there was still one meeting she had to attend. With a lithe kick and a push on the poolside, she bolted out and headed for her towel. As she departed my lingering gaze caressed her firmly rounded buttocks. I was wondering how they would feel flexing above my face.
Horniness began to preoccupy my mind and body, I had uncomfortable cramping in my groin that I remembered from teenage years when hours of heavy petting with dates had often left me with a massive hard-on that wouldn’t recede and swollen aching nuts.
I planned to invite her to dinner that evening when I remembered that the University had planned a moonlight cruise on Lake Michigan aboard the Odyssey, a luxury dinner boat.
I was waiting when she left her symposium; she bumped into me then turned and brushed her lovely breasts across my arm, raising an eyebrow slightly. I had known that it was only a matter of time before the attraction between us kindled some sparks, but the way it happened was better than any fantasy.
Our hosts had graciously chartered the entire ship for our dinner cruise. The group enjoyed a gourmet dinner with several wonderful wines, which we later followed up with brandies. On the boat, a dessert table was laid out following a Jamaican theme, along with calypso music and the beautiful, summer sunset.
The beat of the music was hypnotic. In the dim light, she looked absolutely smashing, seeming to glow with an inner light, dressed to raise the dead in a tailored summer weight wraparound dress of a diaphanous, slippery material that clung to every outline of her body, especially her breasts and nipples which had crinkled as the offshore breeze chilled them.
After getting another brandy, I looked around for her, but couldn’t spot her. I wandered past the stairway to the upper deck and saw her standing near the rail, silhouetted in the moonlight. She turned, motioned to me, took my hand in hers, and led me down a very narrow walkway around a storage area, leading to a small open part of the starboard deck measuring about four by eight feet, completely out of sight of the rest of the boat. As she led me on, she started to sway sensuously to the beat of the music; her hips had a rolling motion that reminded me of a fine mechanical movement designed by a master engineer.
She turned to me and then came the shock of my life. She reached up to her dress, unsnapped it, slowly spread it open. She was stark naked beneath her dress, except for her garter belt, the silky nylons it held up, her high heels, and a slinky swimmer’s body that made my heart stutter. She tossed her dress on a bench by the bulkhead, leaned forward, and started to gently and passionately kiss me. Her tongue and lips seemed to possess a life of their own. The nibbles and licks and accompanying murmuring told me that I was in the presence of a virtuoso of the act of love.
While continuing to orally explore my mouth, she squeezed her tits, causing her nipples to contract and swell at the same time. She moaned softly and then replaced her hands with mine. She slid her hands down her body to her mons veneris and began to probe the fleshy folds concealed there. She fingered her clit and swollen labia while still moving sexily to the music. I sat back to enjoy the show, continuing to twiddle her nipples which had a firmness that inevitably drew my lips to them.
I couldn’t help but react to the sudden constriction beneath my tuxedo pants as my prick surged to throbbing, pulsing rigidity. She swayed towards me still merrily masturbating, then reached out and stroked my cock with both hands, slid in tightly against me, and rubbed up and down the turgid length with her now fully opened twat. The delicious frottage was almost more than I could stand, I groaned aloud with pleasure.
She asked softly, “Is this for meeeee, say yes, OHHHHH PLEASE say yessssss…” Meanwhile, she continued to hunch her drooling puss against the bulge beneath my zipper. She then said, “Would you like me to fix that for you? It looks painful and I’ve got something right here (pointing to her coral-hued vagina) that can soothe that for you.”
She continued to squeeze me, holding my penis tightly against the outside of her pussy, and started moving back and forth, bringing us both to a frenzy of anticipation. Suddenly she convulsed and came with a prolonged shuddering orgasm, and finished by sliding her fingers into her dripping pussy and rubbing the pearly wetness over my lips and nose.
Using her tongue…
She knelt down by the railing, unzipped my pants, and drew my penis out She looked at the fleshy tube in her hand, leaned down and engulfed my cock in her warm, sensuous mouth, and proceeded to use her tongue, lips, and mouth to devour it. She licked her own wetness off my shaft, and then slid her fingers back into her pussy and collected the glistening secretions, and applied them to my rigid member to make it slippery again. Her fisting motion combined with the vacuum of her mouth drew me to the brink of ecstasy and over the edge. I tried to last but just couldn’t, my cum exploded into her mouth.
Just as I started cumming, she drew her mouth back a little, fluttering her tongue back and forth underneath the head of my cock, and slid one hand around my balls. I looked down at her and found her luminous eyes gazing straight into mine. As my cum shot across her tongue and into her open mouth, she smiled slightly and never took her eyes from mine. She slowly milked the remaining cum from my dick and let it drip into her mouth from her fingers.
We held each other in the cool summer, breeze, reveling in the beautiful interlude we had just experienced. I expected her to put her dress back on and rejoin the party, but instead, she started to slowly kiss and stroke my body. The sensation was explosive. I couldn’t believe that she was getting me hard again so soon after I had cum. It was as if she was a snake charmer and my dick was the snake slowly it rose and firmed again.
She led me over to the bench, moved it out a bit, and had me lie down on my back with one leg on either side. After making sure I was fully hard by again sucking my schwantz deep into her mouth, she straddled the bench and lowered the entrance of the white-hot tunnel onto the bulbous head of my steely, hard cock.
She was wonderfully liquid and tight, a sensual contrast to the fitful breezes. At first, she simply suckled the tip with a snapping movement of her inner lips, then she began to engulf me. She moved up and down, letting my cock almost slip out of the luxurious grasp and then sliding slowly back down over it, till her carefully groomed tuft mingled with my wiry one. I could see her beautifully tipped breasts in the moonlight and started caressing them, as her nipples slowly receded.
She leaned over and started frenching me again. Her forward movement resulted in her clitoris rubbing tightly against me with my cock totally buried deep inside of her. Instead of letting her move up and down, I grabbed her firm ass with both hands, tightened the contact between her clit and my pelvis, and moved back and forth. She came with a wild climax and kissed me with such passion that I could hardly breathe.
Somehow I managed to keep from cumming. After a few minutes of lying quietly in each other’s arms, she slowly slid her pussy off my still turgid pud. She playfully alternated between eating my cock and slipping it back into her warm, dripping pussy. She licked my balls until I thought I would explode and then licked up along the underside of my cock with her tongue. She nuzzled the head of my cock and varied the pressure from very tight to loose and slippery.
Just as I felt I was going to cummmmmmmm, she tightened her hands on the base of my dick, calmed my excitement, and then started me back up again by tightening her pussy around me. During one of these “cooling off” periods, she turned around her pussy over to my face and lowered herself onto my tongue and lips.
Her smell reminded me of a ripe peach so I ate her with pleasure until she came softly, and then continued to lightly nibble her clit while sliding my fingers about her cunt. That, plus my tongue and lips on her bud, was more than she could stand, and abruptly she came again with a cry as the prolonged orgasm shook her entire body.
Finally, after she had cum so many times we both lost track, I sat up on the bench with her still fitted atop my cock. I could feel it buried deep inside her pussy, with her uterine entrance caressing the tip and her clit tight up against my pubis. Instead of moving my cock in and out of her, I remained tightly inside of her. She tightened her pussy around my cock and then relaxed it, repeating this in rhythm to the music. We continued our deep kissing, and I rubbed her back and buttocks.
The combination of her soft, supple breasts rubbing against me, the passionate kissing, and suckling pussy overwhelmed me. I came inside of her in a tremendous blast without moving my cock at all. We held each other closely for another ten minutes, and then got dressed.
When we rejoined the party, it was one hour and 20 minutes later, and the boat was returning to Navy Pier and the dock. The magnificent evening was the start of a beautiful friendship. Before we left the city we had an opportunity to spend a wild afternoon at the Indiana Dunes on an isolated beach with more passionate and lusty lovemaking.
But that is a different fantasy.
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