And then some more...

Part one is here.

Once the elevator doors closed he was on me, his body pressed against mine into the corner. He kissed like an animal shrouded in velvet.

My body was alive against his, my hands wandering down to his crotch, feeling his desire as he traced mine up my stockings where he gently brushed the outer lips of my pussy, offering nothing more than a whisper of a touch.

I moaned into his mouth as I grabbed his hair and wound it in my fingers. I kissed his neck as he bent to lift me against the elevator wall, my legs wrapping around him, clutching him to me tightly.

He ground his crotch into mine, dry fucking me for the ride to the 23rd floor. I cursed modern elevators and their ability to move so swiftly.

As the doors opened on his floor, he took my hand and we walked out together, managing a notable gasp from the older woman waiting patiently for our car.

It wasn't until we had rounded the wall into the corridor that we looked at each other and laughed.

In his careful English he looked at the front of my skirt and said "Why such shock? You were only smiling at her." It was then I looked down and realized my tight skirt was pushed up over my garters, exposing my... vertical smile.

"Well she could certainly tell I was smiling at you!" I retorted, pointing at the wet spot on his crotch, accompanied by a visible erection.

He grabbed my hand again and we ran down the hall like a couple of kids, laughing and out of breath by the time we reached his room.

Once inside, our clothes were off in a matter of minutes. I pulled at the buttons on his expensive shirt until he grabbed my wrist and slyly smiling, said he would remove the shirt before I ruined it.

Noticing my momentary pout, he said something in Portuguese and taking my hands, placed them on his shirt tails and nodded.

Buttons went flying all over the room as I ripped his shirt off of him, revealing the muscular 30 year old body I knew was under there.

It's times like those I wish I could speak another language fluently because the thoughts that went through my head could not translate to any audible language. The best I could manage was YES.

Oh YES.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs parted on either side of his, I pulled at his belt and in a flurry of clothing, he stood naked before me, his hard cock level with my face.

Taking his shaft in my hand, I pulled back on his foreskin to reveal the beautiful glistening head underneath.

What was this I was feeling? Something all too familiar. The need to have that cock in my mouth.

Instead I pulled the skin back over the head, eliciting a startled moan from him.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, I engulfed the head in my mouth and very carefully pushed the skin back with my lips.

The salty sweet mixture of precum on his head made my pussy twitch and I felt my lips open as the air hit them. I moved my fingers to my slit, rubbing my y clit as I sucked the juice off his head. He threw his head back as I moved my other hand to his shaft and stroked him, pumping slippery strings onto my eager tongue.

More Portuguese, lightning fast and I was on my back with my feet on his shoulders. Looking down he smiled and handed me a condom. Tearing it out of the package I struggled to get my ankles free of his hands.

"Let me put it on" I whispered and he nodded.

And I did, sliding it barely on the tip before finishing the job with my mouth and hands (a little trick I learned long ago).

Taking my stockinged feet in his hands, he used my legs as leverage and entered me slowly. Pushing deeply into me before pulling almost all the way out before starting all over again.

Gloriously frustrating.

His shaft grazed my clit perfectly until I was begging him for more.

In English and other languages not known to humans.

He delivered, in Portuguese.

Faster, harder, deeper.

Works in any language.