Heavenly Pleasure

I was in the lobby of a five star hotel in Washington DC when I saw her. My jaw dropped. I stared shamelessly. Never, ever in my whole life had I seen a woman like this. Beautiful… yes, but it was much more than that. She was sensuous beyond description.  Her dark brown hair bounced off her shoulders with a luster and energy that defined how she carried herself. She was confident but not cocky. Her smile radiated a playfulness, a joy of life.

Her deep brown eyes were full of passion, yet there was an air of innocence about her. She looked to be in her in her late twenties, but despite her youth, moved as if she knew who she was and where she was going. She dressed with style. Her tight black pants accentuated long legs and a shapely derriere. A low cut white top showed the naked swell of her breasts with a hint of nipple poking through. She moved with complete grace and a gentle sway of her hips. She was descended from the gods. She was royalty. She was perfect.

She walked by me towards the front desk. I caught her eye and nodded. She flashed me a big friendly smile molded from full lips and pearl white teeth. She said hello and moved on, almost as if acknowledging a loyal subject with sincere kindness. She was so far out of my league that we were hardly on the same planet. I didn’t see a wedding ring but I was sure she must have a billionaire boyfriend. Either that or she was daddy’s little rich girl.

The image of her perfection remained etched in my brain. I tossed and turned most of the night thinking of her shapely body, her beautiful smile and her sensuous demeanor. Why did the gods have to make women like that and then torment us mere mortals? The next day I went to work out in the hotel gymnasium after my conference ended. The place was packed and all the treadmills were taken. I was about to go lift weights while I waited when the treadmill in front of me freed up. I started to get on it just as the perfect woman showed up to use it.

I stood there speechless with my mouth open. She was dressed in a skin tight two-tone leotard that was dark blue on the bottom and white on the top with a narrow silver belt around her thin waist. Needless to say, every curve on her body was on full display. I was speechless and dumbfounded.“Oh, you want to use this, don’t you? I’ll just do something else until another one becomes free.” Her voice was soft and somewhat gravelly with a very slight European accent, almost an Audrey Hepburn tone but more subtle. She smiled her killer smile and turned to leave.

“No, please. You take it. I actually prefer the stair machine and one just freed up.” After a few “are you sure’s” she put her hand on my arm and thanked me with another heart melting smile. Her big eyes penetrated all the way into my soul and almost sucked the breath out of me. I got on the stair machine which was directly behind the treadmill and watched intently as she started to walk, then trot.

My eyes were glued to her perfectly formed ass on full display beneath the thin material of her leotard. The rounded cheeks moved up and down along the valley between them clenching and unclenching with each step. Twenty minutes later she finished and stepped off the machine. Every male eye in the place followed her. “It’s all yours if you want it.”

The million dollar smile flashed at me. Yeah, I wanted it, but not the treadmill. She walked over to the free weights. I got on the treadmill hoping to work out some of the sexual energy she had stirred up in me. By the time I was finished she was gone and I was dripping with sweat. I showered then went out. I was waiting for the elevator when Miss Perfect rounded the corner. The smile. The nod. I was trying to think up something clever to say, but she beat me to it. “You’re the guy from the gym. The one that let me use the treadmill.”

I nodded, still trying to think of something clever to say. “I’m Mansi.” She put out her hand. I took it, and for some reason raised it to my lips like a French Gentleman would. It was totally out of character but somehow seemed appropriate at the time.” “my name is Shailendra. It’s a real pleasure to meet such a stunningly beautiful woman.“Why thank you. I knew there were a few gentlemen still left in the world.”The elevator arrived. I held it open for her and watched the gentle sway under the short skirt she was wearing as she entered.

She pushed the top floor button then looked over at me questioningly. I told her ten. She started to push it then looked up with a gleam in her eye.“You know, Shailendra, there’s a lounge up on my floor where you can get a complementary drink. Do you want to join me for a nightcap. I sure could use one, and I would really appreciate some company.”I could hardly believe she was inviting Me for a drink. I mumbled something in the affirmative. She put her hand over her lips and giggled.

“That’s not really very ladylike of me, is it? I mean inviting you for a drink just like that. I doubt that a gentleman like you is used to such behavior. I hope you don’t think I was out of line.” “No. I… I’m honored, Mansi. Really.” The lounge was reserved for the top floor occupants where the privately owned suites were located. It was quite lavish with a night view of the monuments. No one else was there. The waiter informed us that the lounge was going to close in twenty minutes, but that we had time for a quick drink. We ordered champagne and sat on a black leather couch looking out the window.

Mansi really didn’t talk much about herself, and asked very little about my personal life. I did learn that she was from California and was visiting Washington for a few days to complete a project, but she never said what the project was. I didn’t talk much. I mainly listened to her most interesting musings and laughed along with her at the appropriate moments. It seemed like we were just getting comfortable when we were informed that the lounge was closing for the evening.

The waiter/host told Mansi she was free to take the champagne with her since it really wouldn’t keep overnight.“Splendid. My room is just down the hall. We can finish it there.” Once again I sort of stuttered an affirmative, being absolutely floored that her royal highness would invite me to her room.“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s awfully aggressive of me isn’t it. I must learn to act more like a lady. But I do have a perfect view and a nice place to sit and sip champagne, and I would hate to drink all by myself. Please?”

“I would love to join you, Mansi. I… I’m just not used to being in the presence of such beauty. I’m really quite honored that you invited me to join you. I’ll do my best to be good company.” Mansi put her hand on my arm, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I was quite aware that her thigh and the soft bulge of her breast pressed against my arm as she did so. She looked into my eyes and flashed that radiant smile.“Shailendra you are such a gentleman. It is I who am honored to be with you. Shall we go?”

The suite was magnificent. It was a corner room with windows on two sides and a perfect view of Washington and the monuments. The room was lavishly decorated with Persian carpets, leather couches and chairs, a patterned glass coffee table. A huge dining table and several paintings that could very well have been originals.“Why don’t you just take a seat over there while I get some glasses.”

I walked over by the sofa and looked out at the clear night. Besides getting glasses and bringing over a fruits that she said was in her room when she arrived, Mansi put on the radio and tuned it to a soft jazz station. She dimmed all the lights so we could look out and enjoy the view, then came over and stood beside me. She handed me a full glass of champagne, then hooked her hand around my arm and rested her head on my shoulder.

“It’s really quite romantic, don’t you think? And very peaceful. I much prefer this to the real world.”We touched glasses and stood silently sipping our champagne while looking out at the world below. After several minutes Mansi put her glass down and turned to me. “Dance with me, shailendra. Please. I’m just an insecure little girl who needs someone to make her feel special. Humor me for a little while.”

“You are special, Mansi. Everything about you is…well, perfect. I am truly humbled to be in your presence. I would be honored to dance with you.”She looked up at me and smiled, but this time I detected a hint of sadness. I could see tears welling in her eyes. She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself close. My hands went behind her and slipped around the small of her back. We began to slowly sway with the soft music.

We danced through two songs, barely shuffling our feet as we held each other close. Her hands caressed my shoulders and the back of my neck. I slid a hand up her back until it touched the naked skin above her top. My other hand slid down and caressed the swell where her lower back curved out just above her shapely cheeks. Her breasts were firmly pressed to my chest. I could feel the heat from between her legs against my thigh.

She had to feel my hardness growing the way she had her lower stomach pressed against me. I could detect a very gentle grinding motion as she moved against me. My hand slid lower until I had clearly violated the forbidden zone that marked the beginning of her derriere. My fingers pressed into the upper part of the valley between her cheeks. Mansi responded by grinding her womanhood against my thigh. Her lips pressed into my neck, opening to allow her tongue to taste me. I felt her shudder as if she were being touched for the very first time.

Our feet stopped moving. We looked deep into each other’s eyes. She was searching and probing for something she desperately needed as if she could find it somewhere inside me. Our lips met. Softly and tenderly our mouths explored – opening, closing, caressing, probing. When we were ready the tips of our tongues met, then slowly tasted each other while becoming entwined in a dance of passion.

Mansi hooked her leg around mine and pressed herself hard against my growing manhood, grinding the mound of her sex against it. I moved my hand under her cheek and caressed the perfect sphere through her skirt. Now we were kissing aggressively, almost recklessly. Our passions flared. Our touching, fondling and caressing became more intimate. Mansi’s hand moved around to my hardness. My hand went under the back of her skirt and over her panties rubbing the valley between her cheeks.

Mansi kissed around to my ear and shoved her tongue into it Her hand grabbed the bulge in my pants and squeezed it with her fingers. I pushed two fingers down the valley of her ass and between her legs. She tilted back until the tips of my fingers pressed into the soft crotch of her panties. My fingertips pushed rubbed up and down her moist gash. She moaned and pushed back against me.“Make love to me, Shailendra. Right now. Right here. I want you. No… no, I need you.”

Mansi slipped off her panties then laid back on the couch, her legs spread open and her hands on her blouse caressing her breasts. She looked absolutely stunning. I had to pinch myself to ensure I wasn’t dreaming. Her dark hair fanned out across the cushion. Her eyes were full of passion as they looked up at me and begged me to mount her. Her skirt was hiked up her thighs and barely covered her juicy treasures.

She looked absolutely delectable. I had to taste her. I dropped to my knees and started kissing up her leg and along her thigh until I could smell her tasty peach. I pushed up her skirt and got my first glance at heaven. The pink petals of her opening were folded open like a flower in the midst of a tuft of soft curls covering her swollen mound.

Her sex glistened with excitement. The aroma from her secretions filled my nostrils with her female essence. I was about to clamp my mouth over her mound to taste her sexual treasures when she pushed me away.“Get up here and make love to me. We can explore later. I need you in me… now. Please, Shailendra.”

Her voice was shaky and her hands were trembling. Her eyes were desperate, almost as if she were afraid at the depth of her need. I ripped off my trousers. Mansi stared at my hardness which was fully engorged with veins bulging from its length. I pulled off my shirt revealing my muscular torso and climbed up between her legs, anxious to please her and desperate to fill my own needs.

Mansi reached between us and guided my manhood to her glistening petals. I propped myself above her. She lifted her legs. Her knees were bent on each side of me. She worked my bulging head into her opening. Mansi let go and gripped my arms with her hands, looking up at me and waiting to be penetrated as if she were a virgin on her wedding night.

I pushed my swollen shaft into her quivering sheath. She threw her head back and gasped as my manhood filled her. Her fingers gripped my arms tightly. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. I slid deeper and deeper into her churning furnace until I could go no further. I held my hardness inside her, slowly grinding myself into her steamy chamber.

I could feel her silky walls grip me tightly desperate to hold me there. She let out another loud gasp just before her body stiffened. Her fingernails dug into my arms. She started shaking. Her heels clamped against my buttocks and she pushed herself up to me trying to draw me even deeper.

“Oh… oh… oh god… aaaahhhhhh… mmmppphhhh…”

She came hard in a fierce and violent eruption. She squirmed and bucked and cried out as if driving demons from her body. She had a powerful grip on my manhood as she clenched and unclenched against me in a series or orgasmic spasms. A sticky wetness seeped around the base of my shaft and dripped down my swollen testicles.

I stayed propped above her and watched in amazement as she let go, finally regaining some semblance of control. Mansi slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her body was still shaking. She relaxed her grip on my arms. I stayed embedded deep inside her and could feel her tight walls twitching against me.

‘Thank you,’ she mouthed before putting her hands on the sides of my face and pulling my lips down to hers. Our mouths opened, tongues wrestling as we sucked and kissed in a surge of passion. Mansi wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. I started moving in and out very slowly so that she could feel my entire length withdraw from her heated chamber before it plunged back into its depths filling the desperate void.

The sensations surging through my own body was surreal, almost as if I were standing across the room and watching. Yet here I was holding and kissing the most perfect woman I had ever encountered, and exploring her most intimate secrets. Our bodies moved together in perfect synchronization as she lifted to meet me each time my swollen sex drove into her steamy womanhood. We were like two machines racing out of control, ready to burst from the exertion and excruciating pleasure.

Mansi pushed up on my shoulders and stared through my blue eyes with her deep brown pupils welling with tears that streamed down the sides of her face. Her lips were trembling as she spoke. “Let me pleasure you, Shailendra. Sit up, but don’t leave me. I want you to stay in me.”

I swung my legs onto the floor and pulled Mansi over my lap in one swift motion. My manhood stayed buried deep in her belly. She sat back on me and pulled her top off over her head. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. For the first time I gazed upon her magnificent breasts . They hung full and upright in perfect pear shaped spheres capped by swollen brown nipples with erect tips pointing slightly upward. We both looked down between our bodies to where my swollen shaft disappeared into her steamy passage.

Mansi began to move against me. We watched as the slick flesh of my sex moved in and out of her body. She pushed herself up until only the very tip of my head was inside her, then slowly impaled herself back down my length. Mansi took my hands from her waist and moved them up over the warm swells of her breasts. I need the soft flesh with my fingers. My thumbs rubbed across the sensitive tips of her nipples. She was staring at me seductively, licking her lips as she ground her sex against me. She leaned forward and guided her nipple to my lips.

I sucked as much of her breast as I could swallow. My tongue teased her sensitive nipple. I continued to massage her other breast with my hand. She continued to gyrate against me, moaning louder and louder as I licked, sucked, slurped and nibbled on her swollen bud. I switched and repeated my oral ministrations on her other breast.

“Oh god, Shailendra… oh god… oooohhhhh… aaaaahhhhhhh…”

Mansi had another orgasm. This time she held me deep inside her grinding against the base of my shaft. Her body shook and shuddered against me. She bit into my shoulder to muffle her screams. Once again I could feel a wetness between us as the product of her passion seeped from her quivering chamber.

It was all I could do to hold off my own release. Holding this magnificent woman against me with my manhood buried deep inside her and feeling her experience ultimate pleasure had my body tingling. My testicles were churning. I could feel my shaft throbbing inside her, but the timing didn’t seem right. I bit my lips, closed my eyes and fought the release.

Mansi collapsed against me. Her body shuddered one last time. The length of my engorged manhood stayed buried deep in her belly. The softness of her creamy breasts pressed against the light hairs of covering my chest. Her lips pressed against my ear.“Oh Shailendra… you make me feel like this is the first time I have ever experienced pleasure. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She nuzzled against me and kissed my neck.“Will you stay with me tonight and be my lover? Please don’t leave me. Please…”

I pushed her back to look at her beautiful face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she was smiling at me. She was a mystery… so full of beauty and passion, yet carrying a sadness tucked away deep inside. I wanted to find out who she was, wanted to track down the pain inside her and sooth it but I knew if I tried it would spoil everything.“Yes, my sweet, beautiful, sensuous Mansi… Of course I will.”

I carried her into the bedroom and put her down on the oversized bed . I stood staring down at the naked goddess below me. She smiled at me . She reached out and wrapped her hand around my rod. “I think this needs some attention. I’ve been a very selfish girl giving myself pleasure without thinking about your needs.”

Mansi rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself on her elbows facing me. Her legs were slightly spread below her rounded cheeks separated by a crevice which curved between her legs. Her breasts hung down from her chest with her erect nipples barely brushing the bed. Mansi’s hand was still wrapped around my hardness. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the sensitive head which bulged from the top of my shaft.

She continued to roll her tongue around me, exploring the ridge of my crown and the slit in the tip. Her eyes never left mine. Mansi’s oral skill erased any doubts I may have had about her innocence. She knew exactly how to pleasure a man. She kissed and licked her way down the length of my shaft exploring every ridge and vein pushing out from the engorged flesh. She took each testicle into her mouth, then the entire sack while pressing against the sensitive ridge of my scrotum.

Her lips and tongue moved back up my shaft until her lips were perched against the smooth skin stretched over my head. Mansi moved her lips back up to the tip then back down to the crown. She did this again and again torturing me by stimulating every nerve ending in the swollen head of my manhood. I had no chance of holding back the impending orgasm. I squirmed and tried to push up into her mouth, but she wouldn’t let me go further.

Just as I was about to explode, Mansi grabbed the base of my shaft and squeezed hard. I felt a mixture of excruciating pain and pleasure for about two seconds before the urge to release was forced back into my testicles. A small trickle of white fluid did escape. She quickly flicked her tongue and scooped it up into her mouth.

Mansi gave me a wicked smile, then reached around behind me and grabbed my buttocks. She opened her mouth and let my hardness slide between her lips and deep into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue along the underside of my shaft moving her lips up and down my length. Her hands pulled me into her on each thrust, trying to draw me deeper and deeper. I grabbed her head and matched her movements. I felt her throat open. I went deeper and deeper until her lips were pressed against the soft curls at the base of my shaft.

he held me there massaging me with her throat muscles before pulling back and continuing the in and out motion. I knew there was no way I could hold back this time. Mansi knew it as well. She looked up at me with her big eyes and nodded her head in consent just as she felt my manhood begin to swell. Her fingers went back to my scrotum and rubbed the firm ridge to encourage my release. It worked.

Every ounce of energy in my body rushed to my groin. My testicles let go, shrinking rapidly as they forced hot creamy seed up my shaft. My head started spinning and my mind went blank. I felt the hot liquid surge through my expanding manhood. The milky essence of my being blasted into her mouth in a long and steady stream of release. I let out a loud groan. I continued to pump stream after stream of hot creamy seed into Mansi’s mouth.

She helped to milk it from me by pressing on my scrotum and sucking on my spewing manhood. She swallowed what she could but as I looked down I could see white liquid drooling down the corners of her mouth. I was weak and wobbly in the knees when I finally finished. Mansi kept licking and sucking me until I started to go soft in her mouth.

“Wow! That was at lot of stuff. But I’m glad I could taste you. I hope you didn’t mind.”Mansi rolled over onto her back and cleaned the excess with her fingers while looking up at me. No, I told her, I didn’t mind at all. I was still having a hard timing believing any of this was really happening. If it was a dream I sure hope I would never awake. And if I had died I was surely in heaven.

I sat down on the end of the bed and cradled her foot in my hand. I smiled at her teasingly as I lifted it to my lips. I kissed each of her toes, then pressed my tongue between them, finally sucking the first two into my mouth. With her other foot Mansi rubbed my semi-hard manhood, caressing it with her toes as she slid along its length.“I want to taste you, Mansi. I want to taste every inch of your perfect body and then I want to pleasure you with my mouth.”

She smiled at me moving a hand up across her breast and teasing her nipple.“Yes, Shailendra… I want that too. God, you know just how to make a woman feel special.” I kissed along her calf then rolled her over and kissed up the back of her knee and thigh caressing her smooth skin with my lips and tongue. When my lips were just below the swell of her cheeks I could smell the powerful aroma of her sex from between her legs. Her legs spread as I kissed down the inside of her thigh then up over her creamy cheek.

My tongue trailed up the valley between them. Mansi squirmed trying to push herself up to my face. My hand teased the inside of her thigh then brushed up against her moist sex, probing gently through the smooth folds of her opening. I held my finger there and let her squirm against it as I continued my oral journey up her body. I kissed the small of her back, then along her side to the bulging swell of her breast mashed against the bed. I kissed and licked along her shoulders until I reached the back of her neck then climbed onto her back pressing the length of my manhood into the valley between her cheeks.

My hands massaged her shoulders as I kissed the back and side of her neck. She moved her ass against my hardness, clenching her cheeks. My lips moved to her ear. I pushed my tongue in and swirled it around. Mansi turned her head. Our lips and tongue met in a hot and wet kiss.

Mansi rolled over so that she was facing me then pulled her lips back to mine, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I kissed down her neck, sliding along her body until my lips touched her nipples. I kissed and nibbled each one while fondling her soft melons with my hands and fingers. My lips trailed down across her flat stomach until they brushed against the soft curls covering the mound to her womanhood. She pulled her legs back and pushed my head lower.“Eat me, Shailendra. Lick me. Fuck me with your tongue. Make me feel like a woman.”

I moved my lips and nose down her gash then back up. My tongue flicked across her sensitive clit. Mansi trembled briefly and let out a gasp. I clamped my mouth over her mound and shoved my tongue into her steamy passage. Her legs went over my shoulders as she bucked up into my face. My hands grasped her ass cheeks and pulled her hard against my mouth. Mansi was squirming against my face trying to drive my tongue deeper into her sex. Her moans and gasps become more intense. My tongue flicked around inside her, caressing the smooth walls of her juicy chamber. I sucked, slurped, kissed, licked and made love to her with my mouth.

I could feel her release building. My two fingers were digging around deep inside her love chute. Juices of passion were flowing freely coating my hands, lips and chin. I sucked, licked and nibbled her swollen clit, rolling it around on my tongue. Mansi put her feet on the bed and pushed up hard into my face. Her legs were shaking, her muscles getting tense. She had her hands over her tits pinching her nipples.“Oh god, Shailendra… I’m going to… cum… oh god…”

I pulled my fingers from her and clamped my mouth over her pussy. My tongue shot deep inside her. Mansi came hard. Her entire body jerked and thrashed below me, but I kept my lips clamped tightly to her gushing chamber. Her female essence filled my mouth. I sucked it out of her and swallowed it down my throat. She finally collapsed onto the bed breathing hard. Mail your comments to [email protected]