Lusty Valentine

By | February 12, 2009

Be My Eternal Valentine

“Are you OK?” He asked, she seemed to have been enjoying the meal but as it drew to an end and the restaurant emptied she seemed for a moment forlorn, lost in thought.

“I’m fine!” she said. And with that her mood rose, the light returned to her eyes and the conversation started again. “Sorry, it’s Valentines Day, it always upsets me. I was dumped by my first boyfriend the day before Valentines and it makes the experience a little hard to forget.”

“I can imagine.” He said, hoping his voice conveyed the correct level of sympathy and slight dismissiveness that would indicate that perhaps the conversation shouldn’t dwell on that sort of thing, especially as he had brought her out for a Valentines treat.

“Oh, it’s OK! I’ll tell you all about it some other time if you like.” She laughed in a manner that indicated she seemed embarrassed to have brought the subject up by her melancholy demeanour.

They chatted until the waiters had begun the nightly ritual of very noisily clearing the last of the tables and putting the restaurant to bed for the night. He fiddled with the hotel key card in his pocket and congratulated himself for getting her to agree to this dirty weekend away after less than a fortnight of seeing each other.

She’d appeared in the bar across from his offices, apparently lost and being the helpful kind of guy he was he’s offered to point her in the right direction. They had their first date two days later and now he had her at his mercy. He’d charmed her, wined and dined her, and would now take her to their anonymous but plush hotel room for … well whatever he wanted.

They walked out of the hotel room hand in hand, into the cold February night.


The lift had mirrors, slightly tinted, reflecting their images off into infinity in all directions. He pushed her against the read wall, pressing his lips on hers. He felt her reach up and start to unbutton her blouse.

“Hang on!” he exclaimed. “Nice idea, but we might get, er, interrupted.” He gulped trying to swallow the golf ball of excitement that had swelled in his throat. She smiled, pulling him close, the hard rod of flesh in his trousers telling her the thought of fucking her in the lift had been an appealing one.

Trotted without words down the corridor to the room where he fumbled the lock in his haste to open the door, the LEDs on the lock plate staying firmly red.

“Pull it out and put it in again.” She suggested.

He smiled a lecherous smile. “You know what I mean.”

Inside they fell onto the bed in a heap of arms and a flurry of unwanted clothing. She pulled at the waistband of his trousers, popping the button. The disrobing frenzy only calmed when they were both naked, locked in an embrace mouths engaged in a rich, luxuriant kiss, her nipples pressing into his chest and his cock sandwiched between their hot flesh.

They rolled together on the bed one way, lost in the moment, lust boiling over blinding them to the world outside their embrace. Just as they were in danger of rolling off the bed he grabbed the sheets and saved them from a the short fall to the soft carpet.

She took the opportunity to slide down his body and blow on his moist-tipped cock. The cooling breeze on his dripping member made him shudder. They shuffled to the middle of the bed, where she straddled him his cock laying on his stomach, pressed down by her labia and the weight of her body. She rocked her hips up and down his shaft moaning when he reached up cupping and massaging her breasts.

She leaned forward, breast just above his face. He took the opportunity, lifting his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, cruelly, drawing the prominence into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. She pulled away but he held her there, then as he released the suction bit her and let his teeth rake against her flesh as her breast left his mouth.

She reach between her legs and squoze his cock, nails digging into the skin of his member, leaving marks that would remind him not to take liberties with her tits again. Her grip then guided his cock into her pussy. She rolled her hips felt herself parted then pushed back, his cock sliding slowly into her.

With her feet back under her buttocks, holding down his thighs he was treated to a one-girl rodeo. Her breasts rolled, undulated and jiggled while his cowgirl rode him for all she was worth. Though not quite a-whoopin’ and a-hollerin’ their breathing quickened, breaths becoming moans and gasps.

She orgasmed quickly, then again, and again. By her fifth climax in five minutes she was glistening with sweat despite the air conditioned room. She squelched with each downward movement of her hips, her pussy dripping wet. He could feel his balls were tight, scrotum gathered up, his climax approached. It teased him for a moment, at first elusive, his cock so well lubricated by her river of fluids that he felt a little disassociated with her excitement. When it did arrive the wait was worth it, making him spasm so violently that he nearly sat upright and intense enough to make him see stars.

After a shower she found him wearing one of the complimentary robes and standing on the balcony sipping a whisky from the mini-bar.

“Aren’t you cold?” she asked.

“I’m still hot from earlier. I’ve just realised you can see my old school from here.” He pointed out across the city.

“Where? She asked. Standing behind him, rubbing the back of his neck.

“There, between those two new apartment blocks.” He glanced at her, she looked sad again. “Sorry, did I remind you of the Valentine boyfriend?”

“Yes but I’ve found a way to cope over the years.”

She slid her hand between his should blades and gave him a sudden push, sending him over the rail and down five stories to the unforgiving concrete of the pavement below.

“Nobody leaves me on Valentines Day any more”.

She smiled.