Fantastic Weekend - First Touch

I looked at myself in the large, gilt-framed mirror above the couch and I looked good. My long, smooth legs covered in lace topped stockings, my cock and ass hiding under the prettiest, sexiest, pair of baby pink bikini panties, and around my waist, a Victoria's Secret garter belt from the Angel collection. I smiled knowing I didn't plan on being an angel and lifted the babydoll over my head and let if fall over my shoulders and body. Then I heard the bathroom door open.

Jeff stood there, nervously with a plush, white towel around his waist and his cock trying to push its way through the terry cloth. I smiled at him, walked to the end of the room, and opened the curtains that led to the balcony, showering the room with light. Jim walked toward me, his cock growing harder, pushing the towel away from his body, and took a seat on the couch. I slid past him, and grabbed the tequila and asked if he wanted any water.

"No," he said, "but ice would be nice."

There I was, in a hotel room wearing women's lingerie, with someone I barely knew, about to get on my knees and do what I've never done before, and I needed ice, ice I didn't have. I looked over at Jeff to tell him no and my heart skipped a beat. He'd let his towel fall away and I got my first look at another man's hard cock. I was drawn like a moth to a flame. I started toward him; with each and every step I felt the stockings caress my legs, the flimsy nylon of my panties slid over my ass as my balls and cock fought to get free, and the babydoll was brushing my nipples. By the time I took those few steps to him, I was breathless from excitement.

I got to my knees. I coaxed his butt to the edge of the cushion so his balls would be available and I reached up to squeeze his rigid shaft. That first touch was magic. It was amazing how smooth, hot, and hard it was. Rubbing the underside of his head with my thumb, I saw a small drop of pre-cum leak out. I swirled it around and saw Jeff, with his eyes closed, and biting his lower lip.