Tequila shot

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Marc opened the door and stepped in.  In the middle of the room stood Heather, she wore a red bra and panties. Tucked inside the cleavage was a shot glass and in her hands she held a tequila bottle and salt shaker.  The room only held a small bed and a dresser in the corner. The lights were dimmed just enough to set the mood.

“Come on in.”  Heather said in a soft slow voice.

He closed the door then continued to admire the woman that stood before him.

Heather’s six foot two body normally intimidated Marc, which stood at a smaller five foot eight, but somehow at that moment, she only enticed him further.  Her long legs were smooth and flawless. 

She motioned him in closer with her dark blue eyes.  With two steps he closed the gap between them.  He now stood within inches of her, he felt the heat radiate from her body in the chilly room.  He looked down to her ample breasts and through the red silk bra her nipples stood erect and hard.

Marc took a step closer and uncertain how his sister’s friend would react.

“Don’t be shy,” she said.  “This night is a guarantee.”  She poured the tequila into a shot glass.

Heather’s smile clamed Marc’s anxiety and lent him courage.  He took another step.  Her fragrance, mixed with the smell of tequila, intoxicated his senses. Desire replaced the anxiety and nervousness by courage.  “Let’s start.” She said.

Marc reached up and his tongue bathed the side of her neck. In an instant she showered the spot with salt and inserted a lime wedge between her teeth.  The tartness made her cringe a little, but was soon abated by the smooth texture of his tongue, slowly removing it.

Heather poured the pungent golden liquid into the shot glass tucked inside her cleavage; she pressed her shoulders inward to keep the shot from falling.  She felt a little bit of the alcohol spill down her left breast.  The liquid felt cool as it rolled down soaking her silk bra.

Marc’s teeth and lips closed around the tequila shot and with a quick flick of his neck, he sent it burning down his throat.  The glass dropped to his waiting hand and his lips puckered as they closed on hers and the lime wedge.  The tang of the lime they shared and the warmth of her lips strengthened his arousal. 

Heather pulled back and let the lime fall to the floor.  She than reached behind her and removed her bra, her panties quickly followed.  Her hands went under Marc’s shirt and ran across his washboard abs.  Her right hand slid down the front of his pants, finding and closing around his rock hard member that was trying to peek out the top.  Her blue eyes widened in a delightful surprise at the shear mass that greeted her.

She withdrew her hand and unfastened his jeans, anxious to get at the present within.  As his pants and boxers fell, she knelt down and wrapped her lips around his mass. She began bobbing her head as her mouth rode his length.

Marc let out a soft moan as he removed his shirt, revealing his well-honed body.  He grabbed a hand full of Heather’s blonde hair and guided her, then pulled her off before he climaxed, that would have ended the night too early.  She pulled him down on top of her.

“I want you deep inside me.” She said, trying to catch her breath.

He shifted his weight from one knee to the other, lining himself up with her opening.  He slowly entered her and drove his member deep into her.  She could feel every inch entering her, and she began to tremble with desire.  Their lips met again, he could still taste lime on her tongue. 

“Yes, take me.” She breathed.  Her hands reached down and grabbed ahold of is butt cheeks, she dug her nails into his flesh.

Marc sucked in air and closed his eyes.  He rocked back and forth faster and harder, driving himself deeper into her moist mound.  He rolled and pulled her to lie on top of him.  He wanted to make this last as long as he could.

Heather was now in control, she lifted than drove herself down his length.  Her breasts bounced as she continued the ride.  She looked down into Marcs brown eyes and couldn’t look away, she was spellbound with his chiseled face, and she couldn’t believe that she never seen how attractive he was before.  She rode him faster and faster. 

Marc reached up and grabbed Heather’s naturally rounded breasts and lightly squeezed her nipples. He watched as she bit her bottom lip and let out a loud moan.  Her eyes closed and her head tilted back.

“I’m going to cum.” They managed to say in unison.  She ran his length several more times than they climaxed, almost at the same time.  She collapsed on top of him and let out a long sigh of relief.  They kissed again, the passion she felt still burned hotter than she had felt before.  Heather knew instantly that the fire burned as strongly in him.