mature erotic story

I could feel my desire for her
building up inside. I could feel other
things too and I tried to keep my mind on her words. As we left
Carmel,
riding back to her hotel, she reached forward and caressed my back,
making
goose-bumps rise on my arms. I reached back and caressed her leg,
squeezing her knee softly. She replied by wrapping her arms low around
me and hugging me gently.
As we pulled in to the hotel parking
lot, I knew I didn’t want this to
end with a “thank-you-it’s-been-a-lovely-evening” goodnight. Parking
the
bike and putting away the spare helmet she’d worn, she solved my
worries.
“Would you like to come up and talk
some more?” She asked.
We went to her room, and as I laid
my
jacket on the chair, I turned to
find her standing close to me, her nipples hard and visible through the
cloth of her blouse. Wordlessly, I gently pulled her to me, feeling
her
breasts against my chest, her head tilted towards mine. As I gazed
into
her eyes, a warm feeling embraced me from within. I lowered my lips to
hers and kissed her, gently. Her lips parted, and my tounge caressed
hers,
exploring her for the first time. Wanting to find her secrets, her
passions.
We melted into each others arms, becoming one in our desires.