A Hotel Experience You Long For
Here's the situation:
We're out with a bunch of coworkers. We're in a cool, slightly noisy place with low lighting and great cocktails. As the night progresses, I become more and more captivated by your appearance. Your face is stunningly attractive, and your muscular arms, chest, shoulders look simply amazing. Every time my eyes meet yours, the air between us crackles with desire. I can't stop staring at the thin strip of hair peeking out from under your shirt. My mind wanders to thoughts of your penis. I start to feel myself becoming wet, and I shift uncomfortably on the plush velvet banquette.
One by one, our coworkers leave, and there's only a few remaining. You slip your hand up my thigh under the table. My pulse quickens. We carry on chatting, drinking - whoever happens to pass by would think we're just two workmates lingering at the end of a long night.
Your hand continues to go higher and higher, and I shift my legs to allow my skirt to hang lower, revealing my underwear for a brief second. You give my panties a gentle rub, igniting a blaze in me. You look up at me through your eyelashes and our eyes meet, the atmosphere pulsating with sexual tension. I can't take my eyes off the display of chest hair poking out of your shirt. You're staring at me, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in your gaze.
Suddenly, our coworker comes back to the table. We hastily cover up and act completely normal. Feeling bored, he goes to get another drink from the bar. As soon as he's gone, you pull your hand away. I glance over and you move your hands back under your legs and I cross my legs, affixing my skirt in place. My heart's beating so hard, I think it's going to explode. We engage in conversation as if nothing strange has occurred. After a while, he leaves.
With a smile, I suggest you go to your hotel room. We'll meet there later. I'm pretty sure we're about to play a game of cat and mouse in order to avoid being caught. You hand me a card to the hotel's spare room.
As we wait for the designated time, I can't control the surge of arousal I'm feeling. My body is begging for pleasure and my pulse is racing. Despite being inebriated, I successfully engage in conversation with a coworker until half an hour has passed. I finally escape and step into the fresh air and take a deep breath of relief. Only a short stroll away, I make my way to your hotel.
I'm at the door of your room. I unzip my red dress and allow it to fall to the floor. Not wanting you to miss out on the view, I make a show of it.
You sit in an armchair near the window - you appear to have already prepared the room for what's to come. I enter and stand in front of you. I rest my arms on your shoulders. You release a low, feral groan. Your scent is irresistible. I stroke your hair and breathe you in deeply. You are so sexy. You order me to take off my dress. I stand up and slowly unzip it, allowing it to drop and falling to the floor, revealing my red lacy underwear. Your eyes widen at the sudden display. You look truly hungry.
I lean in and kiss you, our mouths crashing into each other, tongues clashing. You place your drink on the table. I make my way around to your back and unzip your dress, pulling it off your shoulders. You look tense but excited. I lean down and run my hands through your hair as I kiss you all over your neck and face. You undo the zipper on my dress and let it fall to the floor. I turn back around and straddle you. You manage to grope me through my underwear, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over me.
Your cock is hard and pressing into me. You whisper to me. "I want you," and my body responds by rocking lightly against you. I lean forward, kissing you, pushing you back in the armchair. I run my hands through your hair and take a deep inhale - the scent is intoxicating. "What do you want?" I ask in your ear.
To my absolute pleasure, you answer with "Take off your underwear."
I'm eager to touch you, so I reach down and unfasten your zipper. You never wear briefs, so your erection juts out, like it's been waiting for me. The size of it makes my saliva glands go wild. I've always yearned to put your flawless penis in my mouth, but I'm conscious of the boundaries. There are guidelines for this rendezvous, and I won't shatter them.
"Take your shirt off," I direct. You peel your shirt over your head and I gulp. My eyes light up; you look scorching hot with no shirt. Your time in the gym has paid off. I might stare at you all night, but I also can't wait any longer. I grip your hand and pull you up, and guide you to the bed.
"Lie down," I command, and you follow. I pull your pants off and toss them to the floor. I glide my torso over you, making your skin feel my rigged breasts and flat stomach. As my head reaches your chest, I take a nipple into my mouth and bite slightly while I reach for your erection. It's like stone, and I comprehend I can't encircle my digits all the way. You're on the verge of erupting. I recognize I could cause you to climax in mere seconds. I stroke you, then slowly initiate pumping.
"Wait," you pronounce. You seize my hand.
Gently, you turn me over so that you're atop, and kiss me once more. Your weight sails me over the mattress, exciting me even further. Your kisses shift from my face, to my neck, and finally to my chest. I clench my breath as you kiss your way down my body. Seemingly aware that the anticipation is ripping me apart, you bypass removing my bra; you just slide it down to unveil my breasts. The chilly air makes my nipples rockhard. By now, I'm on the brink of climaxing due to your relentless advances. You yank down my panties and touch my thighs. My eyes bulge back in their sockets as you lick me from my deliciously slick hole to my clit in one, slow, scorching stroke. Your mouth feels sensational, soft yet firm.
You widen my thighs for better positioning, your tongue swipes in tiny circles. You occasionally switch between soft and firm pokes, and I'm transported. I long for you to caress me with your fingers instead, but you're deliberately postponing it. It's not far away. I can sense the anticipation constructing with each heated, lubricated stroke, and just when I feel like I can't hold out any longer, you plunge into me with one digit, and then another. In and out you thrust. It plunges me over the edge and I climax, my vision blurs and I don't even worry about stifling my screams. I'm shaking, virtually frozen for a moment.
In a trance, I sense you moving upward to lay beside me. You kiss me once more, and I can taste my pussy on your lips. I've always found that enticing. I reach between us for your dick. It's as hard as before, and I punt to think about touching it. Instead, I grasp you, softly at first, then faster and more forcefully. Your respiration quickens as you gaze at me. I maintain my stroke as I convey closely,
"Allow yourself to ejaculate on me."
Your eyes enlarge, irises distended. I release your penis and recline. You don't need additional encouragement. You tower over me, one hand guarding your erection and the other gripping your pelvis. You're wildly aroused. I watch you pump with aggressive tugs until you erupt, ejaculating on my stomach and chest. You assail me, panting heavily as you traverse the high.
We're aware I have to depart. But this is sufficient for now.
This is how I desire it to proceed. It's the affair you crave... and we've only commenced.
