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 We awaken in our hotel room on a beautiful, sunny day in Lucerne,
Switzerland.  A knock on the door heralds the arrival of Room Service with
our breakfast.  Leisurely,we lounge in the bed as we enjoy warm rolls with
fresh butter and perfectly ripe fruit.  The fruit is so sweet on our
tongues and so juicy that little could make it better, but "little" does
not mean "nothing" and you know exactly what to do.

   You lift my satin nightie over my head and pull it off me, tossing it to
the floor.  You place your hand on my breast.  It feels so good to be
touched by you.  You take a slice of peach and rub it around my nipple, the
cool fruit making a delightful contrast to the warmth of your hand.  As you
move to rub the peach around my other nipple, you begin to lick the peach
juice off of the first one.  Your tongue teases as it touches.  The dual
sensations of the cool peach on one side and your warm mouth on the other
serve to pique my desire.  You place the peach slice in my mouth and as I
savor it, you reach for another.

   You kiss me on the mouth, your tongue twisting with mine.  Again you
swirl the peach on my nipple.  This time, as you begin to lick the juice
off of my skin, your hand slides between my thighs.  I tingle with
excitement at the feel of your touch.  Your fingers spread my lips and
gently graze my clit.  I am wet to your touch.  Slowly, you slide the peach
slice into my twat, gently, back and forth.  Your thumb plays with my clit
as you move the peach, and your fingers, in and out of me.

   I begin to moan and the tempo increases.  The gentle caress becomes more
urgent, firmer, faster.  I quiver and shudder.  You notice me holding my
breath and know what comes next.  My muscles clench around your fingers and
I gush as I cum.  You slide your fingers and the peach slice out of my cunt
and slip it into my mouth, the taste of me making it so much better.

   You push me back against the soft down comforter and spread my legs
farther, burying your face in my pussy.  I feel your tongue as you lick the
peach juice from me.  It feels so good, having your lips on mine.  You play
with my clit with your tongue, each movement of yours sending a
corresponding twitch through my body.  Each flick of your tongue brings me
closer and closer to . . .

   Nothing.  Just as I inhale and reach the brink, you stop completely. 
You look up at me, seeing the frustration in my eyes, but knowing how much
I love it when you tease me.  I release my breath and reach forward to
touch your hand.  You grin at me, then dive back into my muff.  Again your
tongue dances and delights.  I suddenly feel you make a raspberry against
my clit, maintaining it until your breath runs out, then quickly inhaling
and continuing.  I cum and cum as you raspberry me through several long
breaths, stopping only when my climax coincides with the end of your
breath.

   With your beard dripping with my juices, you move up and slide your cock
into my wet pussy.  My hips begin to move in time with yours, matching you
thrust for thrust.  Closer and closer I come to the edge.  You sit up, your
dick still in me, and lick your thumb.

   Oh the anticipation.  I know what this means.  You begin to rub my clit.
The combination of a full pussy and the friction on my clit push me over. I
tingle from head to toe as the orgasm encompasses my entire being.  You
give me a second to catch my breath, then lean in towards me.  Again your
cock slides in and out of my cunt.  Harder, faster, then slower, softer. 
Switching and changing so I never know what to expect.  Again the tempo
increases and this time it does not slow.  You keep upping the pace, harder
and faster.  I get closer and closer.  This time there is no teasing.  This
time you let me cum.  The contraction of my twat on your dick brings you
over the edge with me.  We lie together, catching our breath, finally
sated.