So, the next night...
It was the night of the concert. Got all dolled up, went to the show, which was amazing. His name is Paul. Paul is very tall, with a great smile, and he's an Englishman. He's also an Important Man. A little background: About a year ago, I met Paul at another gig. He is attached to the band. Ended up in his hotel suite with two other girls, where we drank, and he fondled all of us repeatedly. I had my camera with me, and took photos. I asked one of the other girls to take photos of me, knowing full well Mr. pinkwife would love to see them. I got some great shots of him with his hand up my skirt, looking down my top, grabbing my tits from behind. All pretty vanilla stuff, but I knew Mr. pinkwife would like it, and I was right.
So, Paul and I have kept in touch a little bit. He knew I would be there. I saw him after the show, where he was holding court in one of the hotel bars. He was sitting there, surrounded by beauties and drinking Guiness (like any good Englishman). When he saw me, he gave me a nice hug and a kiss on the cheek. He then leaned into my and whispererd "My God, you look fantastic. I want to ravage you tonight." He returned to the business at hand but kept leaning over and stroking my leg a bit. I was wearing a very short funky skirt, a cleavage baring top and these hot boots that go up over my knees. At about 1am, Paul was pulled into one of the clubs in the hotel by some of his beauties, but before he left, he told me his suite number and asked me to come up. I told him to text me when he was there. I stayed at the bar a bit and had another drink or two, flirted with a bunch of boring lawyers (one of whom thought I was a celebrity... whatever.) At about 2am, I got the text from Paul. I went up to his suite, to find him holding court again, but with just a few people. Drinks, conversation about the night's gig, etc. One by one the rest of the party left. The door wasn't even closed all the way after the last person left when Paul pulled me over onto the sofa and started kissing me deeply. His hands started going all over my body. He asked to see my tits. I straddled him as I unbuttoned my top, and took my sexy bra off. He immediately buried himself in my cleavage, started kissing my nipples. I told me he had wanted to fuck me a year ago, and that my tits looked as amazing as he remembered. We moved into the bedroom; beautiful hotel suite with a giant bed.
We continued to make out, I was on top of him and I could feel his dick getting hard through his trousers. (He's English remember, they're not "pants")
I took off my boots, hose and panties, but I left my skirt on. His hands were groping my entire body. He kept grabbing my ass as he kissed me. He flipped me over and started to go down on me, licking my already wet pussy. I could see him inhaling the aroma of my dripping pussy as he went to work. When he came up for air he said I smelled delicious. I sat up and fingered my pussy for him to watch as he took his clothes off. He asked if he could take a picture. Of course I agreed. He got his iPhone and took few nice close-up photos of my wet pussy; my fingers pulling my lips apart, one finger teasing my clit. A little gift for him to masturbate to later...I asked if he had a condom. He said no. (Note to self: Be prepared next time.) I broke the news to him: that I was not going to fuck him. He scrambled for a bit trying to figure out how to get a condom, but the last thing I wanted was for him to knock on any of his pals' hotel room doors at 4am in search of a condom! And I didn't want to lose our momentum.
I laid him down on the bed and started giving him a blowjob. His cock was gorgeous. Perfect proportion, and with a little peekaboo surprise (Englishman remember - foreskin intact.) It was stunning. I wanted that cock in my hot wet pussy and I wanted him to fuck me so hard with it, but I just was not ready to go bareback. I continued giving him one of my legendary blowjobs, undulating my tongue along the shaft of his cock as I went down on him, playing with his balls. I could tell he was just about to come when he stopped me. I really, really wanted him to come in my mouth but Paul didn't want me to just blow him and leave. Those Brits are so polite!
He ended up jerking off on my tits (one of my personal faves) as I fingered my pussy. As I was getting dressed, he asked if I could leave my panties with him. I obliged and handed them to him. He immediately sniffed them and I saw a look of pure pleasure on his face. Once I was back in my hotel room, I texted Mr. pinkwife "His name is Paul. He didn't fuck me, but he came all over my tits and took photos of my wet pussy." "Hot." Mr. pinkwife responded.
The next morning, I got a text from Paul saying "nice pics I got last night" I replied "Yes. I hope you enjoy them. Repeatedly." "I already did." he replied.
I then got on a plane for a 5 hour flight home. The whole time on the plane I was listening to music with my eyes closed and fantasizing about Paul's gorgeous cock. Once on the ground, I shot him a text that said "I should have fucked you last night." He just replied with a smile.
Paul is traveling to my city in a few weeks, and we have a date. He has agreed to let Mr. pinkwife watch him fuck me, but then I plan on dismissing Mr. pinkwife and spending the night being ravaged properly by Paul.
