Passion Overseas

By: Jennifer Fielding & J A Fielding

“I want to do more to you,” he whispered.

“Should…should we leave?” she asked in a whisper. Even in the darkness, she could see his smile. She gasped in surprise when he got under the table and pulled her panties completely off. She tried looking as normal as she could as she felt him spreading her legs. She was shivering all over as he began fingering her hard and long. It felt so good to have him touch her, to have him do what he was doing. She took a long sip of her wine trying to mask her obvious emotion. She longed to hold his head against hers and kiss him deeply as she begged for more. She had her eyes closed when the waiter walked up to where she was.

“Madam, is everything to your liking?” he asked making her open her eyes. She smiled uncomfortably and nodded.

“Everything is fine. Thank you,” she said and then pursed her lips together when he looked at her. “My friend will be right back so if we could please just have the check…” she paused when she felt him pushing two fingers into her already dripping pussy. “Just charge it to the room actually,” she said almost breathlessly. The waiter smiled and nodded.

“Of course, madam,” he said before he walked away.

“Daniel…we need to leave. Now!” she said as he pulled his fingers out of her.

“Are we clear,” Daniel asked as he peeked at her. She nodded and shifted her weight as he pulled himself up. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked off her juices. He took her hand and led her out of the restaurant. It was not until they were in the elevator that she realized she didn’t have any panties on.

“My panties…” she started.

“In my pocket,” he said without looking at her. “You know what, I can’t wait this long,” he said as he pulled the emergency stop on the elevator. He pressed her against the wall and lifted her leg up to give him access to her perfectly wet pussy. He was moaning into her mouth, and caressing his tongue against hers as he pushed his finger in and out of her. He loved how wet and tight she was. He pulled away from her and looked at her face. He loved the way her face was grimaced in pleasure. It was the same thing he had wanted to see ten minutes earlier when he was fingering her under the table. She held a handful of hair and nibbled on his neck.

“I want to make you cum, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “You want me to make you cum?” he asked in a teasing voice. She nodded and kissed him deeply. “Say it,” he said when he pulled back.

“I want you to make me cum baby,” she said in a gasp as he began rubbing her clit using his thumb. He added a second finger inside her making her throw her head back. At this moment, he was now fucking her as hard as he could, wishing that he was balls deep inside her. She tightened her grip around his shoulders and squeezed her legs around his hand. Her eyes were closed tight as she felt her orgasm build up in her. He began nibbling on her neck as he fingered her harder and deeper until she couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m going to…I’m going to cum baby…slow down…” she moaned quietly but he was not going to give in to her pleas. He was fucking her harder and deeper as her orgasm engulfed his fingers. He felt his cock twitch when her hot fluids slipped out onto his hand. He pulled away from her and looked at her. She was still shaking. He let her leg slowly fall back to the ground as she took his hand in hers and raised it to her mouth. She licked herself off his fingers and he pressed a button resuming the elevator mechanism. They both knew that the elevator would smell of sex but they didn’t really care. Erica was exhausted as they walked to their suite but something at the back of her mind made her realize that she was definitely going to get a mind blowing fuck…or give one.

Chapter 2

When Emily finally landed at home, she was exhausted but somehow she still had that spring in her step. It could have very well been because of the shopping spree she had gone on during her layover in Paris. She couldn’t wait to get home and just put them all on. She and her sister still had the crazy teenage new clothes binge. She felt strands of her hair caressing the back of her neck making her realize that somewhere between the plane and the customs desk, her hairclip had fallen off. She raked her fingers through her hair and held it back in a ponytail securing it all in a bun. But it was still not good enough. She raked her fingers through her hair again and quickly braided it. She tucked the braid in ensuring that it was well secured before she moved on in the queue. She was just about to get her passport stamped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

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