The heavy wooden door swung open – and with it, a promise. Lena stepped into the room, dropped her suitcase, as the scent of salt and jasmine wafted toward her. Lisbon lay before her, the city lights flickering in the distance. She had come alone, a week just for herself. But her body, her loins, her entire being craved something – touch, skin, a cock that would finally fuck her properly again. She had put it off for so long, settling for vibrators and fingers. But here, in this foreign city, she burned with lust.
The Encounter
Downstairs in the bar, she ordered a gin and tonic. The bartender gave her a professional smile, but her gaze lingered on the man leaning at the end of the counter. Tall, with gray temples, an open shirt revealing the start of his chest. His hands were large, his fingers long. She immediately imagined those fingers digging into her cunt, taking her clit between thumb and forefinger until she screamed. When he turned around, their eyes met. He raised his glass – a silent invitation. She returned the gesture, her cunt twitching beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
“Traveling alone?” he asked as he approached. His voice was deep, with a velvety accent that sent a shiver down her spine – straight into her lap.
“Relaxing,” she corrected, sipping her drink. “And you?” She let her gaze wander to his crotch, saw the bulge beneath the fabric. His cock must be big, thick. She felt her pussy getting wet, her labia parting in anticipation.
“Work. But free from today.” He sat next to her – not too close, but close enough that she felt his body heat. His legs almost touched hers. They talked about the city, about fado, about pastéis de nata. But she barely listened. She stared at his mouth, imagined him licking her tits, sliding his cock between her lips. Every gesture he made was deliberate, calm. His hands shaped the words as if caressing the air itself – a foreplay that drove her crazy.
The Invitation
After the second drink, he placed a hand on her arm. His fingers were warm, the touch light but full of intent. “Come, I’ll show you something.” He led her through narrow alleys, past azulejos and fountains, to a viewing platform. Lisbon lay at their feet, the lights sparkling. The wind carried the scent of orange blossoms. But she only smelled him, his musky odor that made her nipples hard.
“Beautiful,” she whispered – but she saw only him. His lips found hers, soft at first, then more demanding. She tasted gin and salt, a hint of something sweet. His hand slid into her neck, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, their tongues meeting in exploration. She felt his breath, hot on her neck, as his lips left a trail. “Do you want to come in?” he murmured, his mouth at her ear. His breath tickled, and she felt her cunt throbbing with desire. She nodded, and he took her hand – firm, determined.
The Hotel Room
His room was larger, the bed smelling of lavender and fresh linen. He closed the door behind her, and the moment hung in the air. She threw herself at him, pressing her lips to his, her tongue invading his mouth. She felt his cock, outlined beneath his pants, hard and thick. She reached down, grasped it through the fabric. “God, you’re so hard,” she moaned. He groaned as her fingers stroked its length.
Instead of waiting, she pulled him into an embrace, pressing against his body. His hands stroked her back, tugging at the fabric of her dress. “May I?” he asked, his voice husky. She answered by pulling down the zipper – a soft whisper that broke the silence.
The dress fell to the floor. He stepped back, letting his gaze glide over her. “You’re beautiful.” His eyes wandered over her naked skin, the curves beneath her lace bra. Her breasts were full, the nipples hard beneath the fabric like little stones. Then he leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, along the line of her collarbone. His lips were soft, his tongue warm. Lena closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations – a wave that swept over her. She felt her cunt getting wet, the juice running out of her as if she were already ready to be fucked.
His hands found her bra, opened it with a deft movement. Her breasts fell free, the nipples already hard, yearning for his touch. He took one in his mouth, sucked gently, while his hand caressed the other. A moan escaped her throat. She grabbed his hair, pressing him tighter against her. The rhythm of his sucking was hypnotic, a pulse that pulled through her entire body and awakened the lust in her loins. Her tits were sensitive, each tug at her nipple sending a jolt straight into her cunt. She felt her panties getting wet, the fabric sticking to her labia.
Undressing
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His chest was warm, with a light fuzz that tingled under her fingers. She let her hands glide over the muscles, feeling the tremor of his skin under her touch. She unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. His cock sprang toward her – long, thick, the glistening head slick with excitement. She wrapped her hand around it, felt it pulsing in her palm, the vein on the underside pressing against her fingers. “Let me touch you,” she breathed, and opened his pants. His member sprang forth – hard, glistening in the twilight, the tip already moist, a small drop of lust falling onto her hand. She leaned forward, licked the head, tasting the salty, masculine aroma. He groaned, grabbing her hair.
“Not yet,” he said, leading her to the bed. “I want to taste you first.” She let herself fall, the mattress yielding. He settled between her legs, pushed her panties aside. The fabric was soaking wet, drenched with her juice. Her lap was bare, her labia swollen, the slit moist and open. His breath brushed her wet slit, and a shudder ran through her – an anticipation that made her skin burn. Then she felt his tongue – flat and exploring, licking her from bottom to top. He dove into her, tasting her juice, her essence. He licked her out as if she were a ripe fruit to be savored. His tongue found her clit, hard and swollen, and circled it. She arched her back, burying her fingers in his hair. “Don’t stop,” she gasped.
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