Meeting Rodney in Bangkok Part II
Slowly he moved down towards my cleavage. He placed his face deep between my cleavage and inhaled the unmistakable scent of Chanel No 3, a gift from him. I pressed his face against my breasts as he used both his hands to caress them. His thumbs were pressing against my nipples through the thin fabric of my linen blouse. I responded or rather my nipples reacted to his touch and became erect.
He held my body close to his, our groins pressed hard against each other. I began to gyrate my hips so that I could feel his hardening cock against my body. Slowly he moved away from my cleavage, and placing his lips on mine, began to kiss with more passion, his tongue exploring mine as we became enveloped in a deep french kiss.
My left hand was on his head, ruffling his hair the way he loves it to be done. My other hand moved down between our bodies to caress his burgeoning package in his business trousers. He felt hard and ready. I reached for his zipper and pulled it down so that my hand could reach into his pants to fondle the bulge through the cotton fabric of his CK boxers. The minute my hand touched his cock, it twitched.
To be continued...
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