When
Carl first stayed there, he met Fiza and they exchanged pleasantries and it was
obvious that she was taken with him.
because
she fussed with her thick black hair and got very flustered and when he shook
her hand she blushed, which he thought made her look even lovelier.
He
liked her, she was a tall skinny young woman of Somali descent with a huge
black eyes and toothy smile which lit up her face so when they ran into each
other around the Hotel, he would always flirt outrageously with her, and Fiza
would always flirt back.
Occasionally
when they had a coffee together or share a table at breakfast, he would
innocently caress her hand with his thumb or brush his fingertips against skin
and she would blush.
But
it wasn’t until Christmas that things progressed when they were sat in the
breakfast room alone with no prying eyes and he blatantly held her hand and
caressed her cheek with the other and he would have kissed her too if the
waitress hadn’t re-entered the restaurant and the moment was past.
As
he was leaving later that day, his chance would have gone until the New Year if
he didn’t act so he knocked on her door.
“Am
I disturbing you?”
“No, no” she said, “come in, come in” and she pulled
him forcefully inside so she could close the door.
“You must have a drink” she insisted,
She led him into the sitting room and the lovely Fiza
opened the minibar, and he walked up behind her and put his hands where he
approximated her waist to be in the loose-fitting garment she was wearing and
breathed in her perfume as he kissed her ear and neck.
“Oh Carl” she sighed.
He was standing so close behind her that her pert
buttocks were pressed against him, and he said.
“I don’t really
want a drink,”
“Ok” she said and closed the fridge door before
turning to face him.
“Perhaps I could call room service” she suggested but
he ignored her and before she could speak again, he kissed her and the moment
his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms
gripped him around the neck like a vice, a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of
passion.
Carl’s hands caressed up and down her skinny frame
repeatedly searching the landscape for obstacles before both hands ended up on
her tight little buttocks.
He had often perused Fiza’s form and her flowing robes
which he had absolutely no clue how to
navigate through.
But he was confident he would find his way in as he
maneuvered her towards the sofa and as he sat down Carl pulled her down with
him,
Because Fiza was so tall her head was above his,
kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of
his, her lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.
He now had one arm around her shoulder and the
opposite hand on her waist which he slid slowly up to her breast; she drew in a
sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her titty through the
fabric of her robes and the bra beneath and the moment his palm cupped her
plump fruit their mouths disengaged briefly, and she gave him a toothy smile
before locking onto him again.
His hand left her breast and went slowly down to her
thigh and knowing what was coming she wrapped her arms tightly around him and
buried her face in his neck.
Her body stiffened as his hand progressed, but she
didn’t resist or halt his progress as his hand disappeared inside the folds of
her robes between her thighs.
Carl could feel her firm thigh through the cloth
before he moved quickly upward until he could feel her prominent mound then he
slid his finger down and frigged her roughly through the fabric and she let out
an exclamation of pleasure at his touch.
Fiza sat up abruptly, before reaching down to the hem
of her robe and after a few moments grabbed handfuls of cloth and dragged it up
above her knees and looked at him and smiled coyly before nuzzling his neck
again.
He moved his playful hand down from the seat of her
heat to her naked knees and her body stiffened as his hand progressed up her
inner thigh, his fingers disappearing beneath the massed folds of her robe
until they reached the top of her thigh.
Fiza squirmed on his lap and murmured as he entered her
panties, and his fingers were amongst the coarse hair of her Minge.
She moaned softly as they explored her bush and
dallied on her prominent mound and when his digits descended into the abyss of
her creamy cunny she let out a hoary growl as he fingered her hot syrupy slit
and stimulated her clit she let out a little moan of pleasure at his touch and
grabbed a cushion to bury her face in to stifle any further exclamation, of
which there would be many so he stopped stroking her gorgeous wet pussy and
took the cushion from her and discarded it, and she looked startled
“I want to hear every sound you make Fiza” he said and
kissed her.
“Every moan and murmur”
Then she looked at him and smiled as he resumed
stroking her juicy cunny looking at her face and delighting at every moan and
grunt, she made as each stoke of her clit brought her closer and closer to
orgasm until finally, she screamed out as she came beneath his touch, so loud
that even the cushion wouldn’t have suppressed it.
Her thigh’s closed on his hand at the point of climax
trapping it with his fingers still between her lips and he stroked her clit
again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand then she screamed
again and kissed him on the mouth.
Then with no hint of shyness she stood up and taking
his hand almost dragged him towards the bedroom and he paused briefly before
asking.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and
began pulling him through the door.
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