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Room 1-13
She opened her eyes, sleep swiftly taken by surprise at the sensations she was feeling. She tried hard to peer into the darkness, to see who was there.
Feather light caresses ran up the inside of her thigh, as she lay quite still, trying hard not to move, to alert her mysterious lover to the fact she was awake. Downwards the fingers moved this time, waking every nerve in her body, shivers building from inside her, it had been so long since she had been touched like this. Warm lips joined in the caress as she felt the covers gently lifted from her body. Kisses so light were joined by hot moist tongue that gently licked a trail from ankle to knee. Biting her lip to stifle a moan, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment. The licks and kisses moved higher, up along her thighs. Skin electrified by fingers, was then soothed by tongue and lips.
She felt movement again as this pleasurable torture skirted her mound, trailing across her hips and up across her stomach. Her body began to tremble as the mystery lover reached her breasts. Cool strong hands brushed across her nipples, already erect and hard. This assault on her senses proved too much, and the moan she had been holding back, echoed round the silent room.
The hands caressing her breasts, instead of freezing as she had expected, continued, spurred on by the now constant little whimpers and moans emanating from her throat. Strong but gentle fingers rolled her nipples between them, pulling them gently, making them harder. Tiny sparks of electricity shot through her body and she cried out as she came, warmth and wetness flowing freely through her.
She felt cool lips touch hers, and she melted back onto the softness of the bed beneath her once more, her arms rising, reaching out to hold the one who was bringing her so much pleasure.
Intercepted, her wrists were grasped and pressed down above her head. She felt something cool brush over her thigh, and the unseen tormentor settled between them. With lips still locked in a deep sensuous kiss and their tongues dancing together to ethereal music, she felt the tip of his manhood brush against her lips, parting them slowly. She could feel him moving slowly back and forth, caressing her clit with the tip of his organ.
She felt helpless against the intense feelings of pleasure assailing her, and as his movements became stronger, her orgasm approached again. As if he could sense this, her lover pulled back a little further, then thrust forwards, burying his member deep within her. Stars exploded behind her tightly closed eyes and she came...again. Her juices flowing along the thick hard organ buried to the hilt inside her.
Breathing heavily, she began to relax again as the violent orgasm calmed into a slow burning sensual flame. But her lover had other ideas..
He began moving back and forth, slowly at first. His slow undulating movements quickly became thrusts, relentless, pounding his organ deep, hard and fast. Her head thrashed from side to side as she felt the flame re-ignited, flame becoming inferno as once again she felt the intensity of another orgasm coming to claim her...This time, she thought, she would surely die!
Thrusting himself deeper and harder within her, the unseen lover kissed her lips, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She desperately wanted to cling to him, to draw her long nails down his back, wrap her legs around him and pull him deeper still inside her. His kisses moved along her jawline, nipping gently as they moved until he reached the sensitive skin of her neck. His kisses there became sucks, then nips, sending her into overdrive. As his thrusts quickened, becoming shallow and lightening fast, so did her breathing. Every fibre of her body was alive and aware of this most sensual of tortures. The sleek member sliding relentlessly in and out of her began to swell, and, as he gave one last deep thrust giving into his own orgasm, she exploded with such intensity her entire body lifted from the bed, spasms firing to every nerve ending as she felt his warmth filling her, sending her over the edge into oblivion....
She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Daylight! Surely, this was not just a dream...
Curiously, she ran her fingers down along her soft swollen lips. Her clit throbbing at the merest touch. She smiled as she felt the warm thick juice still inside her...no, this was no dream.
Showered and dressed, she sat at the quiet corner table of the hotel dining room, looking for her mystery lover as the people came in for breakfast. The waitress took her order of fresh fruit and coffee and she showed the girl the tag on her key when asked for the room number...1-13. The waitress gasped and rushed away, obviously shaken. A young man, she remembered from the reception desk approached her table and asked her to accompany him to the front desk.
The questions that were asked of her were a little strange. Did madam feel well? Had she enjoyed her stay at the hotel? Did she have any complaints? Had anything unusual happened in her room last night? At the last question, the woman asked what was going on. The manager explained.
Room 1-13 was rarely used. No-one ever stayed the whole night there. There was a new member of staff at the desk last night when madam arrived and he should not have placed madam in that room (the last comment said with a glare to the young blushing man stood quietly in the corner).
With this the woman stood and told the manager that nothing untoward had happened last night, that she had spent the most pleasurable night in a long time and that she wanted to place a regular booking at the hotel, providing room 1-13 would be available each time she visited.
The manager spluttered, mumbled something about it being on her own head if she wanted to sleep in a haunted room, and left the office to leave the young man, still quite red, to confirm the deal with the woman.
Haunted room? The woman looked inquisitively at the young man who hesitantly began to speak. There was really not a lot he knew about it, he told her. Just a few reports from previous guests who stayed briefly in that room (one even begging to be moved after only 30 minutes there), of strange occurrences, being wakened in the night, hearing noises, breathing, that sort of thing. It had become such a problem it seemed, that they had shut the room. It hadn't been used in months until last night. A fact embarrassingly withheld from the young trainee..
The woman left the hotel with her confirmed booking, a secret smile, and the promise of further pleasurable nights to come with her ethereal lover...
Feather light caresses ran up the inside of her thigh, as she lay quite still, trying hard not to move, to alert her mysterious lover to the fact she was awake. Downwards the fingers moved this time, waking every nerve in her body, shivers building from inside her, it had been so long since she had been touched like this. Warm lips joined in the caress as she felt the covers gently lifted from her body. Kisses so light were joined by hot moist tongue that gently licked a trail from ankle to knee. Biting her lip to stifle a moan, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment. The licks and kisses moved higher, up along her thighs. Skin electrified by fingers, was then soothed by tongue and lips.
She felt movement again as this pleasurable torture skirted her mound, trailing across her hips and up across her stomach. Her body began to tremble as the mystery lover reached her breasts. Cool strong hands brushed across her nipples, already erect and hard. This assault on her senses proved too much, and the moan she had been holding back, echoed round the silent room.
The hands caressing her breasts, instead of freezing as she had expected, continued, spurred on by the now constant little whimpers and moans emanating from her throat. Strong but gentle fingers rolled her nipples between them, pulling them gently, making them harder. Tiny sparks of electricity shot through her body and she cried out as she came, warmth and wetness flowing freely through her.
She felt cool lips touch hers, and she melted back onto the softness of the bed beneath her once more, her arms rising, reaching out to hold the one who was bringing her so much pleasure.
Intercepted, her wrists were grasped and pressed down above her head. She felt something cool brush over her thigh, and the unseen tormentor settled between them. With lips still locked in a deep sensuous kiss and their tongues dancing together to ethereal music, she felt the tip of his manhood brush against her lips, parting them slowly. She could feel him moving slowly back and forth, caressing her clit with the tip of his organ.
She felt helpless against the intense feelings of pleasure assailing her, and as his movements became stronger, her orgasm approached again. As if he could sense this, her lover pulled back a little further, then thrust forwards, burying his member deep within her. Stars exploded behind her tightly closed eyes and she came...again. Her juices flowing along the thick hard organ buried to the hilt inside her.
Breathing heavily, she began to relax again as the violent orgasm calmed into a slow burning sensual flame. But her lover had other ideas..
He began moving back and forth, slowly at first. His slow undulating movements quickly became thrusts, relentless, pounding his organ deep, hard and fast. Her head thrashed from side to side as she felt the flame re-ignited, flame becoming inferno as once again she felt the intensity of another orgasm coming to claim her...This time, she thought, she would surely die!
Thrusting himself deeper and harder within her, the unseen lover kissed her lips, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She desperately wanted to cling to him, to draw her long nails down his back, wrap her legs around him and pull him deeper still inside her. His kisses moved along her jawline, nipping gently as they moved until he reached the sensitive skin of her neck. His kisses there became sucks, then nips, sending her into overdrive. As his thrusts quickened, becoming shallow and lightening fast, so did her breathing. Every fibre of her body was alive and aware of this most sensual of tortures. The sleek member sliding relentlessly in and out of her began to swell, and, as he gave one last deep thrust giving into his own orgasm, she exploded with such intensity her entire body lifted from the bed, spasms firing to every nerve ending as she felt his warmth filling her, sending her over the edge into oblivion....
She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Daylight! Surely, this was not just a dream...
Curiously, she ran her fingers down along her soft swollen lips. Her clit throbbing at the merest touch. She smiled as she felt the warm thick juice still inside her...no, this was no dream.
Showered and dressed, she sat at the quiet corner table of the hotel dining room, looking for her mystery lover as the people came in for breakfast. The waitress took her order of fresh fruit and coffee and she showed the girl the tag on her key when asked for the room number...1-13. The waitress gasped and rushed away, obviously shaken. A young man, she remembered from the reception desk approached her table and asked her to accompany him to the front desk.
The questions that were asked of her were a little strange. Did madam feel well? Had she enjoyed her stay at the hotel? Did she have any complaints? Had anything unusual happened in her room last night? At the last question, the woman asked what was going on. The manager explained.
Room 1-13 was rarely used. No-one ever stayed the whole night there. There was a new member of staff at the desk last night when madam arrived and he should not have placed madam in that room (the last comment said with a glare to the young blushing man stood quietly in the corner).
With this the woman stood and told the manager that nothing untoward had happened last night, that she had spent the most pleasurable night in a long time and that she wanted to place a regular booking at the hotel, providing room 1-13 would be available each time she visited.
The manager spluttered, mumbled something about it being on her own head if she wanted to sleep in a haunted room, and left the office to leave the young man, still quite red, to confirm the deal with the woman.
Haunted room? The woman looked inquisitively at the young man who hesitantly began to speak. There was really not a lot he knew about it, he told her. Just a few reports from previous guests who stayed briefly in that room (one even begging to be moved after only 30 minutes there), of strange occurrences, being wakened in the night, hearing noises, breathing, that sort of thing. It had become such a problem it seemed, that they had shut the room. It hadn't been used in months until last night. A fact embarrassingly withheld from the young trainee..
The woman left the hotel with her confirmed booking, a secret smile, and the promise of further pleasurable nights to come with her ethereal lover...
