The next evening, Michael had an early dinner. On his way past the reception to the lift, he made sure that Lisa saw his greeting nod. She responded with a smile and a quick look at her wristwatch.
Not expecting her arrival before ten, Michael had a leisurely shower. Then, in his dressing gown, he sat down at the desk and opened his iPad Air to check his mail and to go over some of his prepared lectures for Innsbruck.
However, this time his normally disciplined mind could not focus on such a task. Like Rita, Lisa was coming to fuck. But unlike with Rita — who had been a stranger he met in a drunken but strangely fortuitous interlude – Lisa’s arrival filled Michael with uncertainties.
With Lisa, Michael had an unresolved first-love past. It could, he feared, inhibit him from fucking Lisa in the uninhibited, pleasure-releasing way he and Rita had enjoyed. Unless — his problem was that he found it difficult to imagine – the for him in his youth so untouchably pure Lisa reveals herself as an adventurous, sex-hungry hot woman.
He was unsure how he or Lisa would overcome their initial inhibitions, and if their intended fuck would become a tokenistic humping or a mutually enriching, pleasure-filled experience.
He could do nothing but wait.
Lisa entered without knocking. Closing the door, she pressed her back against it. With her head raised and eyes closed she stood in silence for long seconds, summonsing her courage as she offered herself to Michael’s eyes.
In high heels, her stockinged, shapely legs vanished into a dark skirt whose tightness accentuated the swell of her thighs. As she pressed against the door, the alluring hillock of her pubes pushed against the skirt’s cloth and her aroused nipples tented the silk of her blouse.
Her entrance had happened so quickly that Michal could only turn in his chair. He gasped in surprise before he uttered:
“God, Lisa. You are sinfully beautiful standing there! You have come and I’m stunned.”
She looked down at him with an uncertain smile and took a faltering step:
“Will you stay stunned, Michael, if I walk now into your arms like naughty Rita did into your bed?”
As Michael stood up, Lisa rushed into his opening arms and hers locked around his neck as her body, admitting its need, pressed against his. With her lips almost touching his, Lisa whispered:
“It’s time, Michael, for our first kiss. It’s long overdue. I wanted it…”
As Michael’s lips touched hers, Lisa’s talking stopped. With a hot-breath moan, her lips parted and a risking-all tongue pushed deep into his mouth to engage his in swirling copulation. When it eventually, teasingly, withdrew, his tongue followed to invade her mouth. Eventually, in their hectic to and fro, their tongues conquered each other into gasping submission.
During their long spell of ever-sexier kissing, Michael’s hand had slid up under her blouse. Finding no bra, one of his hands cupped a lasciviously squirming tit while the other searched for the blouse’s hidden buttons. With matching eagerness, Lisa undid the waist strap of Michael’s dressing gown.
Fighting for breath, Lisa continued with what their kiss had interrupted:
“Yes, Michael, I wanted you to kiss me like that all these years ago. And like now,… I wanted your hands on my breasts and… then also… touching my virgin pussy. All the girls in the club wanted you to do it to them. They only left you alone because you and I were the champions playing together. They believed… and I let them… that we were sexually involved…. But you never kissed me… or touched me. I was too shy to let you know what I wanted. Even now, I needed Rita to give me a push.”
“You are much more daring now, Lisa!”
Lisa had undone the sash of his dressing gown and spread it open. She looked at Michael’s trim athletic body and, without hiding it, long and lusting on his rampant cock. Then she whispered, “You kept in great shape; you are as sexy now as then.”
Looking into his eyes, she grinned and asked:
“And you finding me now so sinfully beautiful, it may be for the best that we waited for our first fuck.”
“Why the singular? Are you set on only one?”
As he asked, Michael turned Lisa around and slid both hands under the blouse onto her breasts and his thumbs began to caress her excitedly responding nipples. Then kissing her neck and drawing his tongue to her ear he murmured:
“You have me already naked; it’s your turn now. You came without a bra; what is under your skirt?… Sexy panties?… Or did you come to me bare-pussy? That would be dangerous; as you can see, I am rock-hard and ready to fuck.”
With an embarrassed giggle, Lisa pushed her tits hard into his hands and stretched her neck against his lips as she began to unbuckle her belt. Then, suppressing a peal of welling-up laughter she reached for the zips on either side of the skirt. With the skirt’s body-hugging fit, she had to wriggle it down over her ass and thighs. Bending forward to push it down, the skirt slid out of the way of Michael’s cock.
It had pressed against Lisa’s skirt-sheltered behind. But now, its tip slid into the warmth of an unsheltered crack. As the skirt slid down to her ankles, Lisa greeted the cock’s sudden prod onto her pussy with a moan. She had come naked and what was happening was so much more arousing, than what she had dared to imagine. And now, Michael’s hands slid down her trembling belly to cup her shivering pubes before a finger stole down to stroke the already hot-slippery lips of her pussy.
Lisa arched back into his arms and cried out:
“Don’t make me wait any longer, Michael! Fuck me, fuck me now!… I want your cock in me, deep in me!”
Michael turned Lisa around. Reaching behind her he moved his iPad Air aside. Pushing her ass against the edge of the desk he murmured:
“I will spread you out on the desk… but it won’t be then a first-time, gentle-shy fuck!… Is this what you want, Lisa?”
As he reached for her ass to lift her onto the desk she cried, “Yes, Michael, God, fuck me!… It has been such a long wait!” and she pulled his face in for a wild, wet kiss. For long, long seconds it stopped him from lifting her. His fingers dug into her buttocks as she ground her pussy against his rampant cock. Whenever it blindly touched the churning opening of her cunt, Lisa whimpered and gasped.
When Michael finally lifted her ass on the desk, Lisa lay immediately back. His dressing gown fell to the floor. Naked, with his cock pointing at her sex, he stepped between Lisa’s spread and raised legs. Her hands moved down and with her eyes on him, her fingers spread the lips of her pussy invitingly open.
Lisa may have expected that he would ram his cock into her spread-open cunt but Michael, for long seconds, only looked at the pink-glistening lushness of Lisa’s pussy.
Looking down at her lust-filled but now blushing face he whispered, “God, I love looking at your hot-lovely pussy!… You love showing it to me, don’t you?” Gripping his cock, he began to slide it up and down the hot slippery crevasse between Lisa’s shaking fingers. When he guided its tip first to her cunt’s opening for a few shallow, only teasing intrusions and then to her clit for a prolonged press and rub, Lisa whimpered:
“Don’t just look, Michael…. Stop, please!… Fuck me!… Please!”
“I would never just blindly fuck you. I want to look and touch and make love to your gorgeous tits and shapely ass… and your beautiful pussy and cunt. Don’t you want more from sex with me than getting humped in an eyes-closed fuck?”
Lisa listened but found no words of replay. In looking down at Lisa’ cock-stroked pussy, Michael saw that the cock’s play and Lisa’s pressing fingers had raised her clit into an attention-demanding prominence.
How could he resist? Sitting down on the chair, Michael slung her legs over his shoulders and Michael brought his tongue onto the sensitive pearl that had escaped its sheltering sleeve.
In the following minutes, as his tongue and teeth took tantalising possession of Lisa’s clit, her moans and cries, her stuttered demands for more and more of his mouth’ sweet torture, gave him the answer to what kind of sex Lisa hungered for.
When he felt the first jitters of a climax in her pussy and thighs, he stood up. Gathering her legs and pushing them back almost to her shoulders, he pressed slowly the full length of his rod into Lisa’s extremely tight but hot-slippery cunt.
Crying out in lust and pain, she wanted to hold him in but his second thrust made her gasp a hoarse “Yes! Yes!” Hovering already on the brink, the third and the fourth thrust deep into her cunt, pushed her screaming into the torrent of an orgasm that left her body arching and twisting on the desk.
Michael withdrew and sat back on the chair. Lisa’s tight-hot cunt and wild surrender had pushed him close to a too-early coming. Lisa’s shacking and twisting legs – still in glamorous stockings and high heels –were still on his shoulders. He had held on to them in sitting down.
Before his eyes now was the unexpected sight of Lisa’s hand clawing her glistening, just fucked pussy. She knew that he watched as first two, then three of the fingers wormed through the juice-seeping opening to dive deep into her cunt. It triggered a final spasm which jerked up and shook Lisa’s ass in a final burst of coming.
Eventually, Lisa pulled her legs from Michael’s shoulders. She sat up on the desk’s edge and when Michael held out his arms, Lisa swung her leg over his lap and reached down to guide Michael’s stiff, unrelieved cock into her still-wanting cunt.
But Michael grabbed her wrist and said: