Put me over your lap

I want you to put me over your lap. I’ll wear a dress you can easily pull up, maybe some bottomless fishnet tights, for easy access. Or something you can rip, maybe that would be even more fun? Maybe we’ve had dinner together, something like that, we’ve spent time together, felt the erotic buzz of anticipation, of knowing that we’re likely to end up naked together soon. We haven’t done anything inappropriate during dinner, maybe just a small touch, a bit of innuendo, things of that nature.

After dinner and dessert, you’ll take me up to your hotel room, hand on the small of my back, guiding me. We’ll enter the room, and you’ll touch slightly more of me than you’ve done so far. Still nothing indecent, just not quite appropriate in public spaces. I’ll lean in to your touch, show you that I’m fine with going along with this, that you can feel free to touch more. We’ll sit down on the couch, maybe with a glass of wine, something to keep my hands occupied, to soften my often overthinking head a little more. The conversation will be easy, pleasant small talk about topics that are engaging but not enraging, we can acknowledge the outside world if we must, but it has no bearing on this.

You’ll refill my glass slightly more often than you do your own, and I will notice, but not mind, I enjoy the soft cloudiness of a light buzz, I know when to be done.

At some point, through a combination of happenstance and intention, I will move so that I’m almost on all fours on the couch. At that point you’ll helpfully maneuver me so I end up across your lap, and me being me, will equally helpfully go along with it. You’ll make a joke about it being a tempting position to have me in and I’ll be glad that you can’t quite see how red my cheeks are getting from nervous anticipation.

You’ll keep me there for a bit, not really doing anything, maybe resting one hand on my lower thigh, keeping our conversation going, laughing at me when I try to gesticulate with my arms while lying almost entirely flat on the sofa, across your lap. We’ll keep talking and your hand begins drifting, stroking a little, softly. Following the pattern on my tights, making my body tense up when you hit my ticklish spots, which you quickly discover is almost all of them when I’m in the right mood. You’ll stroke a little firmer then, because you want it to feel good, and I’ll probably let out a sigh or two, a small laugh at your innocent "oh, do you like this?"

Your hand will have found its way under my dress, and you’ll discover the secret I’ve been carrying, or maybe more correctly, haven’t been carrying, when your hand hits my bare ass. I’ll grin at your noise of surprise and then gasp as you get a firm grip on my ass, properly grope it. You’ll use your hands to lift my dress up, fold it out of the way over the small of my back. I can’t feel your hands on me anymore and will squirm a little, but you’ll tell me to stop moving, "I’m looking at you".

It makes me uncomfortable and turns me on, and you know this, so you’ll keep at it for a while. Which is why I really don’t expect the first firm smack. But I’m ready for the next ones. I can feel myself trying to both pull away and push myself towards your hand at the same time, not quite knowing which one I want. It stings but it feels so good, especially when you take a break to grope me where you’ve spanked me. You’ll say "I think you’re equally red on both sets of cheeks now" and I’ll laugh as I blush even more. As your hands grope and move on me, you’ll move downwards, towards my cunt. Slide two of your fingers right in me, I’m wet and excited and so ready for you. You’ll leave them in me, feel how my cunt clenches around them, let me provide the movement I need. It feels so good that I’ll beg you to add a third finger, fill me up even more.

You tell me to stand up and I laughingly reply that I’ll try, and together we maneuver us over to the bed, where you pull my tits out from the front of my dress and place me on my hands and knees, ass up, head down. It’s one of those ridiculously tall hotel beds, which is perfect, because it means you don’t have to bend over too much to stick your face in my cunt. You use your hands to spread my swollen lips apart, and again you’re looking at me, because you know it makes me squirm and turns me on. You keep talking too, while I have my head hidden between the sheets on the bed, telling me how tempting I look, how inviting my cunt is, so wet and swollen, just begging to be filled up with your tongue, your cock, and your sperm. You’re telling me that you want to eat my ass as well and that makes me squirm most of all, so you lean forward and lick a long stroke from my clit to my asshole, circling around it long enough to make me whimper.