Elegantly tangled

[Chessie]

((Lynda is in a bit of a predicament. Take advantage!))

Lynda Rosenthal was what one would call a 'naturally attractive' woman. Nothing about her was enhanced, or overtly noticeable. Everything was porportionatley perfect.

Her long red hair fell over her bare shoulders, as she tried once again to sweep it's slippery silkiness into a tidy updo. Her green eyes crawled over her cream skin in the reflection of the mirror in front of her.

Sure, it was a bit much. The powder blue raw silk, and white french lace bustier contained and lifted in all the right spots. The cream smooth skin of her not quite veloptous bosom creating a cleavage that would be the perfect balance of stunning with a little sex appeal in the professional black dress she had for the occasion.

Giving up on her hair, she let it fall over her bare shoulders once again. Lynda smiled at her reflection. Her small pert lips parting slightly in the self indulgent smile. The make up was perfect. A deep burning crimson on her lips, creating a beestung full look. The highlights at her eyes only punctuating the green orbs placed on high cheek bones.

This is why she was doing it. So no one would see the expensive under-thing. She'd know she had it on. That beneath the professional attire, was a ravishing 'sex kitten'.

Lynda chuckled to herself. Hardly. But it was a nice thought, at the very least. When was the last time she could even consider herself a 'sex kitten'?

Reaching down to slide the silk stocking up one leg, Lynda luxuriated in the feel. Her smooth warm skin being enveloped in the delicate sheer stocking. She ran her hands up her leg, finding the hook, as she attached the material to the garter.

Married 15 years, with twin twelve year old boys. 'Sex' had been far from anyones vocabulary for a long time. Too long for Lynda to really want to think about. She loved her husband of course. In fact, she was so glad when he'd come on the business retreat with her. But now.. he was enjoying his own down time, down in the sports bar of the hotel. 'Ravishing' was as far from his mind as the life he was unwinding from.

Sliding up the other stocking, Lynda looked at herself one more time. What would he do, if she'd just walked downstairs like this? Without the dress? Just the bustier, and garter. A thong of french lace just peaking out suggestively at what could be?

The thought made Lynda's cheeks burn. But added a few goose bumps to her creamy skin. Never. In a million years. But it was a fun thought all the same.

A check of the time, spurred her into action. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry! Grabbing the dress from the hanger, she tried it over her head, only to be caught in the folds of heavy linen. Realising her mistake, she rose her arms over her head and lowered them behind her, fighting to get the material off.

It wouldn't budge.

A little laugh, and Lynda looked in the mirror. A fine predicament. Fully dressed in lingerie, her arms bound behind her back in her dress. This would never do.

Struggling only seemed to make matters worse. The cool material slipping around her wrists and binding her even tighter. Now what was she going to do? She'd be late, if she didn't get her act together.

 

[Chessie]

Bringing up from the depths.. any interest?

 

[Fillor]

I pushed the key card into the key slot and turned the door handle, and when I entered the room I hear muffled sound. I walked farther in into the room to find a woman struggling with her dress over her head. I looked at the door key again to check the number and it was the same as what was on the door.

I approached her slowly and though I couldn’t see her face, what I could see were a great pair of legs, a sexy garter and thong. Somehow the dress got tangled with her hair and looked like she was stuck as far I could tell. “Hmm excuse me could I be of any help?” I asked and walked right up to her.

At the sound of my voice she froze but didn’t scream or anything. “I think your hair or something is caught somewhere, let me see if I can see where, and I touched her she jumped backward and landed on the bed on her back, her legs dangling at the edge of the bed and me on top. The position was very awkward to say the list as I was right between her wide open thighs.

She started to struggle and got me tangled with her dress, but the way she was struggling, her hips were grinding against mine and I couldn’t help it as my cock was getting hard with every move she made. I happen to be a big man at 6.4” and everything about me was in proportion to my height.

After a few minutes it was evident she felt something hard pressing between her thighs, and her tong had slipped to the side. I looked down to see her exposed pussy was wet and me with a very hard on. I reached and undid my belt and pulled pants and all down. My cock was only two inches away and pushed forward with my hips. She was tight but I pushed hard and she stopped for a moment before her hips arched.

 

[Chessie]

It all happened so fast, Lynda couldn't process every step of it, until it all came to a grinding halt. Her grinding as it so happened.

She'd heard a man's voice enter the room, and though she'd tried to pull the dress down behind her again to be able to look at him, he was infront of her before she had a chance to. And then suddenly, and surprisingly she felt his hands on her.

Stumbling backwards, she'd fallen back onto the bed, only creating more of a tangle in with the messed up sheets and the dress. Her hands above her head, she struggled to free her face from the folds of silk and sheets. Her struggles were met with the weight of the man on top of her, who seemed to be struggling too. At first, she thought to get up, but, as she felt the hardness between his legs, press firmly between hers, she realised he may be less trying to get out of the situation, but more trying to get something else!

Lynda tried again to free her hands, this time at least managing to bring the dress behind her head. Which did little to free her hands, but at least she could see. Embarassment mixed with fear as she struggled once again to get out from under him, only to feel him push harder between her thighs. And then, she could feel his hands working at something - his belt! - as her voice failed her, in words or in screams.

"Please..." a husky voice escaped her. A far cry from a call to halt, or for help. It was hard to tell if it was a plea for the events to stop, or rather for them to continue. Even to her own ears, she wasn't quite sure. The long ridged hardness pressing between her legs was somewhat distracting. Her heart quickened to pound in her ears, as her body moved again, this time more in a mind of its own, than in a mind of getting away. Horrofied, she felt herself grow wet for him, her hips grind upwards instead of away.

Her breath came in short gasps, as she once again struggled to get her hands free, evident of that incapability, her wetness grew even more. Bound, and helpless, she felt his full girth now rubbing against her with each move she made, soaking up her wetness and pressing at her opening toying with the moment of entry that somewhere deep within her, she longed for.

No! No, she couldn't do this! She should be frightened, screaming, begging him to stop, but instead her hips ground into him once again, her lips parting welcoming as she felt his tip linger in her hotness, before plunging into her deeply, almost painfully, if her mind hadn't at that very moment exploded in extasy at being taken this way, hard and fast by a stranger, beyond any realm of control.

For a moment, she laid there, her breath coming heavy, her eyes wild as she searched his features in fear and need. She teetered a moment before her body made its own decision, grinding her hips upward, sending electrical spasms rocketing through her. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as a small whimper escaped.. "Please.. oh god.. please.. "

 

[Fillor]

I couldn’t believe my luck. His woman was either sex starved or she was a nympho, and though she was saying please her hips never stopped grinding against mine. He had hot women before but never this hot. For some reason I wanted to see her face, and if it looked anything like her body she had to be a knockout.

I knew I could be in real problem if someone came in, but this was too good for me to hurry and get the hell out of here. I slowed down so I could savor as much of her as I could. When I heard her saying “Please….oh god…please..” I couldn’t tell it she wanted me to stop or for me to fuck her harder. Her hips just wouldn’t quit and plowed into her with long slow strokes.

I’m not going to hurt you so why don’t you just enjoy it like I know you are.” I told her then reached over with one hand and managed to pull part of the dress away from her head. I was stunned to say the least as she was stunning and she was a read head, my favorite color.

I looked into her emerald eyes without missing a beat as I kept fucking her, and she was arching her hips in time with mine pushing into her. I thought she was past the point and her hunger to reach her orgasm was the only thing on her mind.

I leaned he head down to hers and kissed her hard and deeply.

 

[Chessie]

Her dress now under her head, her hands continued to be bound above her now with the added weight of her own head holding them down. Her exposed flesh rippled with goosebumps as her body took in his long strides over and over again.

A whimper bubbled up her throat, growing into a low moan as he slowed his assault and spoke to her. She watched him, in fear and lust. Her eyes lingering on his features, and then down to his hips pounding into her over and over again. Watching her body jerk and writhe in the moment of exploding sensations. Her lace clad breasts leaping towards her with each strike of his endowment.

Lynda bit her lip closing her eyes as she let out another moan, this time more loud and desperate than the first wimpering fearful one. What in gods name was she doing? And why was she enjoying it so much?

She arched her hips again, answering her own questions. His member driving deeper still into her over aroused core. Her voice calling out in extacy. Her mind wasn't her own anymore, her lips moved and words formed without her ability to stop them.

"Right there. Oh god, don't stop. Don't you dare think of stopping!" She felt the orgasm start to build, and she panted with the effort to not be able to reach out and drive him deeper. She struggled against her binds as the sensations grew, mounting higher and higher until she couldn't think past the rushing roar of blood in her ears, and the explosive sensations erupting from deep within her. Her back arched, sending her head backwards and her eyes squeezed shut as she shouted out her pleasure. She'd not felt this sort of orgasm in years. Had she ever?!

She panted as his assualt continued. YOunger than her husband, she wondered how long he'd keep this up? If she'd even be able to keep up with him? Her body dewy with sweat as she came back down from her peak, panting as he continued to slam into her. Her breath growing ragged as the sensations started to build again. No.. it wasn't possible. She'd never had more than one.. she couldn't possibly..

"Oh God.. "

 

[Fillor]

I was having the best ever fuck in a long time, and with her giving me all of her heat made it that much better. I was not even close when she started her moaning and her hips arched against me wanting more of my cock. The fact that I was fucking some man’s wife in her hotel room completely vanished from my mind, and I didn’t care that I could be in hot shit if caught.

Even after I managed to uncover her face and she looked at me, the only thing she wanted was for me to keep banging her. "Right there. Oh god, don't stop. Don't you dare think of stopping!" once she said that to me I picked up the pace and fucked her faster and then she arched her hips so hard I had to hang on to her.

I needed to finish but not too fast as I wanted it to last for as long as I could, and drove into her harder and deeper, loving the sounds of her moaning as a new orgasm began to build, I heard her yelled “Oh Go..” and looked into her eyes as I was ready to unload into her hot pussy.

You know you’re the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. I sure would like to do this again if you like what I’m giving you.” I couldn't say more and I plowed deep into her a few more times and exploded in her hot pussy, and I could feel my cock spewing strings after strings of cum into her hot pussy.

 

[Fillor]

(((((( Bump ))))))

 

[Chessie]

His words were like an electric thrum in the room. Her mind swirling with thoughts she had no control over. Rational thinking flitted away as carnal need took over. Never in a million years would she consider doing this. Consider having this sort of thing happen to her.

But there were no considerations as he drove deeper into her hot core, his words expressing his pleasure as she once again arched her body in an arch of spasam as he crashed into her over and over again. A driving force she had no control over. Even less control than her own body, which Lynda felt very much beyond at this moment.

She heard herself cry out, over and over again. Her voice deep and husky with carnal need. And as he came hot and intense in her, she shuddered deliciously her body milking him for more, as she came back to the bed again, her hips still writhing slowly against him.

She could barely speak, between her overwhelming contentment and her exhaustion. Too tired and wrapped up in the moment to even consider her shame. To do this again, a delicious temptation. She actually considered it, as her body subsided into a relaxed mode.

"I don't .. as a rule.. leave myself vulnerable for.. passers by." She managed, trying to hide the intrigue in her voice. But curious as to what he proposed.

 

[Fillor]

Scott never remembers ever cumming this hard and so much of it. He knew it was not just him but the woman herself. Scott just realised that he didn’t even know her name and thought of asking for name as they both tried to catch their breath. After the way she gave in to him and the way her body took from him, he wanted to see her again.

"I don't .. as a rule.. leave myself vulnerable for.. passers-by."She said, but he was not going to give up on her yet.

Still on top of her and his cock slightly going soft he asked her. “Look now that we know each other physically, about you tell me your name. “I’m Scott.” And I’m staying here in the hotel for the next few days.” Scott traveled allot but time was his own and could stay longer if he could talk her into seen him again.

 

[Fillor]

(((( Bump ))))