Do you know that feeling when you see someone from across a room and think… “oh shit.. I’m in trouble….” and then wonder to yourself if you should go and say hello, see if they can string a sentence or two together, or just enjoy the eye candy. That’s exactly what happened the other day.

My colleague Melissa and I were working on a conference together and reviewing the days events and making sure we were sorted for the following day, our final day of work. We tended to do these catch ups from the hotel bar. It was normally quiet enough and it’s nice to have a drink to wind down after a stressful day. I kept getting distracted by the cheerful group across the bar. I kept glancing their way, wishing I was at the bar for fun, and not with work and that was when I noticed you for the first time. 

There seemed to be a bit of a celebration, but I couldn’t quite figure out how everyone was connected – there was a familiarity between the group, but seemed most folks weren’t with a partner. I kept noticing that there was a conventionally attractive woman from the group that always found herself near you, touching your arms, lifting the short sleeve of your button down shirt to complement you on your biceps, laughing at everything you said. You sure didn’t hate it, it seemed you liked the attention, but it didn’t feel like you were overly interested in her. She was definitely the one pursuing you. “That’s normally a good sign” I thought to myself.

“Perhaps he isn’t single and doesn’t want to step over the line.” I tried, to bring my focus back to the changes Melissa and I needed to implement for tomorrow. I felt the familiar hint of butterflies as I shifted on the bar stool and rubbed the back of my neck with my hand, continuing lightly up through my hair trying to shake off the distraction. I took a deep breath, grabbed my wine and attempted to steal one more sneaky glance your way. It was in that moment I noticed you looking past the woman trying to flirt with you and we caught eyes for the first time. In the split second as I took a sip of my wine, I held your gaze and gave miniscule raise of my eyebrows, saying a silent hello to you from across the bar. I lowered my glass, licked a drop of wine off my top lip, then gave a subtle and cheeky smile your way as I turned back to Melissa.  Those are definitely butterflies now.

I continued to sneak glances your way for the next hour or so and from time to time I caught you doing the same. I could tell your group was breaking up a bit as it was getting late. Melissa had stepped away to pay the bill and while she was gone, I quickly grabbed a napkin and wrote my name and number on it, then I carefully tucked it into my bra. I looked up and noticed you had moved closer to the front door to say goodbye to some friends. You headed back to the dwindling group, and I knew this was my one shot. I quickly made my way to intercept you before I missed the moment.

Our paths crossed, just out of earshot of your group, we both stopped and looked at each other.

“Hi”, you said.

“Hello.” I said with a smile. “It looks like you are having a fun night.”
“It’s been fun, but it could be better.”, you banter back.
“I can’t talk long now, but wanted to tell you I like your shirt, but it’s missing something.”
You look down at your shirt wondering if you have made a major fashion faux pas, “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“This.” I say as I slip the napkin with my number on it out of my bra and into your chest pocket. I let my hand settle over your chest and I swear I can just feel your heartbeat. “I gotta run, but you should use it.”

I quickly head back to my chair, my heart beating a bit faster with the excitement and mystery… I don’t even know your name or anything about you, but it’s clear I need to know more about you. I want to know more about you. 
I pack up my things as Melissa comes back and the two of us walk out together. I walk out behind her, checking you out as I do. You mouth “thank you” and tap your chest, letting me know you have my note in a safe place.

I leave feeling like a giddy school girl and head back to my hotel room. I need to distract myself otherwise I’ll be wondering when you are going to text, IF you are going to text. I’m already turned on and want to continue that feeling. I turn on relaxing playlist and the first song that pops up is “The Bringdown” by Bob Schneider. It’s a smooth, slow, sultry song. I take off my clothes as I dance to the music, watching myself in the mirror, imagining it is you I’m stripping for… The lyrics make me think of you… “Your smile, is a beautiful place. Take me with you I wanna go there.”

I jump in the shower and let the hot water wash over me, imagining what it would have been like if I had given you my hotel key instead of my phone number.

What if you walked into the room while I was in the shower…

(I rub the knot in my left shoulder with my right hand)

…and took off your clothes in the bedroom.

 
(I bring my left hand to the right side of my waist).

You walk into the bathroom….

(I wish those were your arms and hands across my body right now)

…the details of you masked by the steam.

(I grab my tits).

Watching me in the shower…

(I turn around and the water streams down my back and over my ass)

…admiring my curves.

(I imagine you have pinned my hands against the wall with one hand while you grab my hair to pull my head back, arching my back)

Slowly stroking yourself.  You are so hard.

(I turn around I grab the shower head and adjust the settings, my eyes close as I feel the pulsing on my clit)

You open the glass door and watch me for a moment as I pleasure myself, my eyes still closed. You step into the shower…

(I feel your hand on mine, I open my eyes and see you there. Without saying a word, I now know you are in charge of my pleasure).

My knees go weak as my body releases the tension that was building, imagining you there with me, wishing my fantasy was real life… wishing you were holding me as I cum, feeling every single pulse and contraction throughout my body.

I slowly bring myself back to reality and out of that beautiful fantasy world and hop out of the shower. I immediately check my phone, still dripping wet with the towel draped loosely over me. No message. (Sigh). I towel off and climb into the tightly made bed. It’s going to be a big day tomorrow, I need to get some sleep, and that shower fantasy sure has relaxed me, I fall asleep still feeing those butterflies.

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The next day the alarm goes off at 7am. I jump in the shower and the settings are where I left them last night. It makes me smile a bit remembering my orgasm from the night before as I set the shower head back to a more efficient, but less fun pressure.

I get to work and although the stress is high, there is a noticeable lightness about me, an ease, a confidence. It’s so busy at work but even as the hours pass, I’m still hopeful that I will hear from you.

Around 3 o’clock,  I’m chatting with the directors of the event, focused on the conversation at hand. My phone makes a less familiar ping. We are on WhatsApp ALL day long for work – adjusting, confirming, adding in last minute requests and it’s rare I get an actual text message. It’s probably my mom texting to see how the conference has gone. I’m so hopeful that it might be you, my mind immediately wanders, escaping to the night before. I can’t wait to check the message, willing the conversation to wrap up so I can look at my phone. Melissa comes over to deliver some updates to the directors and I’m able to sneak a glance and see an unfamiliar number.

~Hi. It’s Mike from last night.
(You’ve attached a selfie. That smile, those eyes… and those arms.)

I quickly excuse myself, making an excuse for why I had to step away.

Hi Mike. Sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk last night. I’m really glad you texted. 

~Are you kidding? I was watching you all night. It seemed you were in an intense conversation, and I was with my work friends. I was flattered when you came over and slipped your number in my pocket.

Glad to know I caught your eye.

~You had a sparkle about you, very intriguing.

I could say the same about you…
I can’t chat much as I’m at work. About to finish a big project this evening.

~Have dinner with me tonight.

Your directness catches me off guard, and I like it. No “please”, no “if you are free”. You know exactly what you want and not afraid to go after it. I reread the message a few times. Fuck. It’s such an intoxicating feeling, the unknown, the fantasy. I feel alive, desired, sexy.

Before I can reply another message from you pops up.

~I’ll make reservations at Bella Fuga for 7pm. I’ll be at the bar at 6:30 if you want a drink beforehand.

Your confidence is such a turn on. I bite my lower lip hoping my cheeky smile isn’t going to give me away. Melissa grabs me and I am jolted back to reality – it’s go time for our final speaker. I only have time to reply with a thumbs up.

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I couldn’t be more distracted during the keynote speaker. It’s a good thing this work comes second nature for me and there were no complicated sequences. We finish and I glance at my phone. I’m going to have to come up with an excuse for not going out to dinner with Melissa. It’s a bit of a tradition for us to go out after our events – we pick a fancy restaurant and get dressed up and try to let loose a bit. It’s our one time to enjoy sitting down and relaxing instead of eating our lukewarm take-out meals out of to-go containers that the runner dropped off for us while updating call sheets at the computer.
While I’m trying to come up with an excuse that is believable, yet won’t worry her, she texts me. She had posted a status update that she was in town for an event and her friend from college said she was also in town for work. They hadn’t seen each other in years, and she was asking to take a rain check on our dinner. It’s like the universe is conspiring for me. My stomach does a flip. It’s 5:30, I have an hour to get ready. I quickly text Melissa.

Have fun tonight, Mel, no worries – we can celebrate back home. Your treat. I just hope the guy delivering room service tonight is hot. ;)

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I rush back to my hotel room, strip off my boring corporate blacks and pull out what I was planning on wearing to dinner with Melissa. It’s a black and white striped dress – with the lines angling down in the shape of a V. It hugs my curves at the top, a slightly plunging neckline. It’s sleeveless, and it shows off the tone in my arms and my upper back. From behind, the stipes guide your eyes to my lower back, with a V pointing right to where my tailbone and my ass meet. The dress drapes over the top of my cheeks, every step I take you can see the definition in my glutes, as the fabric flows gracefully behind me, barely hitting the floor. I feel hot in this dress. I’m excited for you to see me in it, I’m hopeful you will get to see what is underneath.

A quick spray of perfume and a final glance in the mirror and I head out the door.

I arrive at Bella Fuga at 6:40 and immediately see you at the bar. Your back is turned to me, you are looking at something on your phone in one hand, and holding a drink in the other. You have on jeans with an olive green button down long-sleeved shirt, sleeves rolled ½ way up your forearms. It’s snug in all the right places. You are the right combination of casual and sexy. I melt a little.

I come up just behind you and to your side and place my hand on your back as I glide my body between you and the empty bar stool next to you. You immediately set your phone and drink down and take me in.

“You came”, you say with a smile, following the lines of my dress.
“I did.”

“I’m glad. It’s nice to see you again, and you look incredible.”

“Thank you. So do you. That shirt is very sexy on you.” I say as I reach up to touch the fabric brushing over your chest.

We stare at each other a bit, tension building and the butterflies swarming.

We are led to a curved booth that only seats two, facing out towards the rest of the restaurant. The conversation flows easily throughout, and we make each other laugh as we get to know each other. When you are telling me stories you find ways to touch my leg or knee and I find ways to touch your shoulder or arm as I giggle at your anecdotes. With each touch we linger a little bit longer than the last, we lean in closer. As the various courses come, the conversation turns a bit more flirtatious, then sexy, and we talk about our turn ons and boundaries and what we like and what we don’t like in bed.  We finish dessert and notice that the restaurant has pretty much cleared. I excuse myself and I can feel you watching me walk away, once I’m gone you head to the bar to pay the bill. There is a sparkle about me tonight, both inside and out and it feels fantastic.

When I come back you are sitting at the bar, waiting for me, watching me walk towards you. 

“What?” I say, walking right up to you. I stand between your open knees, your back against the bar, your eyes at my chest level.

“You. Just you.” You say as you grab my sides, your hands encompassing my waist and hip bones and pull me closer. “Do you know how many things I want to do to you?” You say looking up at me standing in front of you.

“Oh, yeah? I have a few ideas of my own as well.” I drape my forearms over your shoulders and interlock my fingers behind you.

“Do tell.”

I lean in, and in precise detail I tell you what I would like to try.  With you. Tonight.

“I would love absolutely love to make that happen for you.” You say when I finish, and I can see the bulge forming in your pants.

I continue with more details of what I want tonight to look like, wrapping it up with. “I want you to select the toy, pick out what you think I would like. I want it to be a surprise.”

“Sounds like we need to go shopping then.” You’ve interlocked your hands behind me, resting on the top of my ass. We stare at each other as the tension builds between us.

You break the spell, “C’mon, let’s go”, and we call a cab to take us to the toy store. You tell me to wait in the cab and you are going to take care of the rest. It’s not long before you return with a black bag.

We get back to the hotel and head towards my room. As we pass the bar where we met the night before you grab my hand and pull me close to you, look down at me and kiss me. At first it’s soft and flirtatious, our tongues slowly begin to explore each other, the intensity grows as we kiss longer, you nibble on my lip, we explore deeper.

“I wanted to do that the first time I saw you” you say. “I’m so glad you approached me.” We stand in front of the bar and make out a bit more before I lead you to the door of my room.

As I fumble with the key card you are behind me grabbing me from behind, your arms wrapped around my waist, nuzzling my neck. I lean my head to the side, letting you nibble and kiss it. I can’t get the door open with this distraction – you turn me towards you and push me up against the door and kiss me again. Your kiss is passionate and full of desire, and I reciprocate the energy. Your hands rubbing up my ribs, down my ass, you can feel hints of the lingerie I am wearing underneath. I feel my legs wobble.

Another couple passes us making out in the hallway. I feel myself blush and  I say, “We should probably go inside. Go in and sit in the arm chair, I want to dance for you.”

“I can’t say no to that” you say as we head inside and you make yourself comfortable.

I turn on my trusty playlist and slowly walk towards you, beginning to dance to the beat of the music. This clearly is not your first rodeo…your position in the chair is perfect. Legs spread wide, slightly sunken in, you know what is about to happen. I’ve chosen “Subtle Thing” by Marian Hill to start. It is such a sexy, sultry song. “It’s a subtle thing. When you look at me”... “Are you teasing me? It’s a subtle thing” the lyrics continue.


I circle the chair, dragging my hand up your arm, over your shoulders, then run both hands down the front of your chest, pausing to unbutton a button or two  from behind, and slip my hands beneath your shirt,  then I continue  down over the opposite arm until I am in front of you again. You look up at me and go to grab me to pull me closer.

“Nuh-uh.” I scold, teasingly, “No touching”.  I place your hands back on the arms of the chair. I dance in front of you, slowly beginning to tease you with what I have on underneath – you can see hints of lace, black with some pink detailing, I turn around, teasing some more – showing a bit more of how this lace continues further down my torso. When I turn back, I expose the front of the push up lace corset. I come closer to you, turn around, my ass nearly in your face, and lower myself slowly onto your lap. I show you hints of what I’m wearing below. I can feel you growing beneath me. I place my hands on your hands, intertwining our fingers as I lean back against your chest, you are looking straight down at the cleavage my top creates. I rest my head over your shoulder and arch my back, running one of my hands up my side, past the boning of the corset, over my tits, until I can reach up grab the back of your head, my fingers running through your hair.

I sit up again, I slowly start to lift myself off your lap, my hips circulating with the music, when I stand up, the dress falls to the floor, exposing the rest of my curves, letting you enjoy the full view of the matching thong and corset before I lean back down towards you. I’m standing between your legs, I place my hands on your shoulders while I carefully straddle you, grinding close on you, I unbutton your shirt the rest of the way. When I have successfully exposed enough of your skin (and your fucking gorgeous chest), I lift myself up using the back of the chair, my body hovering over yours, and slowly let myself slide down the full length of you, letting you feel the lace against your body. My tits, covered in lace, slide down your face and as we come face to face I get so close to your lips, I stop and hover there, feeling your breath, knowing we each want to devour each other.  I let the weight of my body rest on yours, still slowly moving with the music. I know if I stay longer neither of us will be able to resist. I slide further down until I am all the way on the floor, dropping to my knees between your legs.

I look up at you from below as I rub my hands up and down your muscular thighs, my thumbs gently caress the fabric over your balls. I reach up and slowly undo your belt, I unbutton your pants and slowly lower your zipper. I expose your grey boxer briefs and admire the shape of your hard cock beneath the soft cotton. I run my hands up your chest while my lips explore your cock through the fabric. You can feel the warmth of my breath – you want to be inside my mouth, I can feel you raise your hips to be closer to me. As you do I run my hands down your side, pausing to trace the V you work so diligently to maintain. I grab hold of your pants and pull them down and off you, leaving your shorts on, I adjust the angle of your cock in your shorts and straddle you again, I want to press my clit up against your stiffness.

Soon, I turn around again and rub my ass up and down on your lap, you grab my hips this time and I don’t stop you. I place my hands on top of your hands while you set the rhythm and the pace for the next few beats. I turn over my shoulder, you are staring at my ass while you move me, perhaps slightly enthralled by it all.

I gently peel one of your hands from my waist, lean back on your chest again and guide your fingers down over the top of my panties. Your pull my thong to the side, so you can feel my soft lips beneath the lace. You explore the area between my clit and my increasingly wet opening, ever so slightly inserting your finger, I push down on your hand, creating pressure from above while I guide you deeper inside me. I gasp and and let out a short, sharp “haa” as I feel you. As much as I want more of this, (sooo much more of this) I remember this isn’t for me, right now. That was just to show you just how wet it makes me, knowing I am turning you on.

I pull your hand out of my panties, bringing your finger to my mouth and lightly suck, tasting myself on you.

I reposition myself, back on my knees, between your legs.  I run my fingers tips between the waistband of your shorts and stomach, tracing over the head of your cock, I feel you flex it to get closer to my fingers, I look up at you and smile, I love teasing you. I pull the waistband back, exposing your cock. I grab you with one hand and with my tongue I trace slow circles around your perfect head. I circle the entire tip with my tongue. I pull your shorts all the way off and as I do I admire your cock, the veins, the girth, the length, the neatly trimmed hair, your balls, but my favorite part is the smooth head of your cock. I can’t wait to tease and be teased by that head.

It's finally time for my first taste. I start at the base of your shaft and slowly lick all the way up to the top and around the tip, exploring the defined ridge, that perfect mushroom top cap, I love to run my tongue under the cap. I open my mouth wider, guiding you deeper into my mouth, closing my lips tightly around you and covering you in my warmth… so wet, savoring every inch of you that I get.

I cup your balls and work your shaft with my hands while I gently bob up and down sucking on you. I moan with pleasure. You taste so good. You feel the vibration of my moan on your cock. Now that you aren’t being teased, you have relaxed, you lean back in the chair, succumbing to the sensations, the pleasure. I have a firm and pleasurable grip on you, my lips a tight seal, it’s sloppy and wet. I pull your cock out of my mouth for a moment and a line of saliva trails between me and you, connecting us even while apart, and I look up at you the same time you look down at me. I love the look on your face right now. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, still while stroking your cock.

I want to explore your balls now. I tickle, lick and tease, carefully placing one in my mouth, then the other, gingerly, carefully paying attention to your reactions and which type of touch gets you the most excited.

I rotate between your shaft, your tip, your balls, varying the speed, the intensity, the depth.

“Holy fuck” you moan out loud.
“Yeah, you like that? Should I keep going?”
“Mmm…mm-hmm”, you reach for me, but all you can really get of me from this position is a bit of my hair and shoulders. You rub my shoulders and lightly grab my hair. You aren’t trying to control what I am doing to you, but you sure are letting me know how much you are enjoying this. You want to touch more of me but not at the expense of me stopping what I am doing.

I wrap my hands around your waist and pull you closer to the edge of the chair, I need more of you. I get lower, your cock still in my hand, still stroking. But this time my tongue starts further back, licking your ass, your balls resting on my cheek as I do so, I do that until I need to devour your cock in my mouth again. When my tongue is busy with your cock, I tease your ass with my fingers. I go back and forth like this for a while until I notice the clear liquid seeping out you. I hold your cock steady while I carefully lick the pre cum off. It’s sweeter than any dessert I’ve ever had. I want more. I look you directly in the eyes and lick my lips and smile. “Yummy” I say, with a naughty giggle and continue to lick and suck your cock while I finger your ass. I can tell you are on the brink of no return and I take you out of my mouth, carefully angling you towards my face, my mouth slightly open. The sight of that coupled with all the physical sensations, brings you to orgasm. You shoot your load on me, cum pulses onto my face, then into mouth, then onto my tits. When you have released it all, I use your still hard cock to spread the cum onto my lips, my own creamy shade of slippery, gloss. Once my lips are covered I lick off and clean up any left on you, then lick and suck my lips clean. I rub the cum on the top of my tits into my skin, around my neck and clavicle, down my cleavage. My skin drinks you in, absorbing it fully.

In that moment, you lean towards me and lift me up off the ground and onto your lap, making me straddle you. We quickly become entangled in each other, you grabbing my ass and tits, kissing, soft bites.

The vibe has shifted, you’re in charge now, it’s more primal, we’ve moved past slow and sensual for the time being.  You pick me up and carry me to the bed where you throw me down, removing your shirt at the same time. I’m still in my lingerie, flat on my back, excited to see what is next. I take in the sight of you, and squirm with excitement. I want to feel the weight of you on me, your size, your strength, I want to wrap my arms and legs around you. I reach up to pull you down onto me and as I do, you grab one wrist and then the other and hold them down using one hand, and kiss me. While it’s killing me that I can’t wrap my arms around you, I am absolutely loving the control you have over me. We wrestle together for a bit, changing who gets to pin who down. I know full well you will always win in a wrestling contest, but I can tell you are enjoying how determined I am to put up a fight, and it sure doesn’t seem like you mind when let me win pinning you down. In one of those instances, straddle you and remove my top to expose my perky tits. You grab them, massage them, run your finger tips along the outside of them. I lean down over you and let my nipples brush over your chest ever so lightly, I work my way up to your face, one nipple sliding down the bridge of your nose until it lands in your mouth. You suck and nibble it until I offer you the other one to do the same.

 You roll me off you and then roll on top of me, the full weight of you on me. “I think there was something you wanted me to do to you,” you practically growl into my ear, alluding to what I whispered to you earlier at the bar. You drag your teeth along my neck, nibbling, sucking and licking.

“mmm-hmm” I say, biting my lip, enjoying the skin on skin contact, the warmth of our bodies blending together.

“All right then, I’m going to go get everything ready. When I come back, I want you on your knees, waiting for me, on the edge of the bed.” You leave me there waiting on the bed alone and full of excitement and lust. You step into the bathroom for a few moments. I reposition myself and eagerly await your return. I’m so excited to see what you picked out for me.

After a few moments you emerge from the bathroom, I watch you come back towards me from the bathroom. I can’t get over your figure, there isn’t an inch on you I would change. You have some rope in one hand and the bag in the other, you stand at the foot of the bed and look down at me. You place the bag down and with your free hand you stroke my hair, and run a finger under my chin, our eyes interlocking. I feel safe with you. You lean down and kiss me softly, and when you pull away I feel almost paralyzed, I don’t move hoping you will return for another kiss. I’m left wanting more.

You grab my arms and place my wrists together on my lap and slowly start wrapping the rope around them. I love watching your hands work the rope, the way you let it glide over my arms is erotic and relaxing. You tie my wrists together snuggly, it looks beautiful on my wrists. I couldn’t escape, and sure as fuck I don’t want to.

Once you finish with my wrists you get on the bed kneeling behind me, my body between your legs. From behind, you take the tail of the rope pulling my hands to rest just between my tits, and just below my chin. You take your time to wrap the rope around my body, securing my forearms to my chest. With each wrap, I feel an unique sensation – the rough rope covering new parts of my skin, the way you reach across my body to pull the rope from one side to another, slow and sensual. I can feel the hair on your arms brush against me sometimes and other times I feel the smoother skin of the underside of your forearm. I feel your breath on my neck. Sometimes you stop mid wrap for a nibble, or whisper a compliment in my ear, when you do I feel your thighs squeezing me. Your body language proves to me that the words you whisper in my ear are true. The tie you have done makes me feel like you are still holding me tight, keeping me warm and safe. Like a sexy hug.

You get off the bed and admire the work you have done, standing in front of me again. This time you lean down and when you kiss me, it’s a bit deeper, your tongue in my mouth, grabbing my hair. You push me onto my back. Then, in one motion, grab my hips and pull me the to the edge of the bed, my legs open for you. You twist your fingers through the strap of my thong and pull them down my thighs slowly, exposing my freshly waxed pussy, glistening for you, the lace is already so damp from the events of the night so far. You slip them all the way down my legs and carefully over each foot. If I could, I would grab you and pull you up to taste me, but with my arms bound I can’t, you are fully in control.  

You start working your way up each thigh, touching my inner thigh with your light touch, or teasing me with swift lick, getting closer and closer, just when I think you are going to get your first taste you switch to the other thigh, nibbling, and licking and teasing. I writhe – trying to get my lips closer to your lips. I see two can play at this teasing game. Finally, I feel your tongue on the outside of each of my lips, lightly exploring each one separately before you slide your tongue between the two, gently pulling them apart with your fingers I can feel your tongue lick me slowly and deliberately. You tease my clit, alternating between sucking and licking. You insert your fingers and find my favorite spot. You rub and explore me from the inside.

I moan in pure enjoyment. I’m so fucking wet for you. You are still fingering me as you come up to kiss me, I love tasting myself on your lips. I shudder and squirm as you remove your fingers from me. I don’t want you to stop, but I know we have other delicious plans on the menu.

You help me to sit at the edge of the bed, you are holding me steady “Are you ready?” you ask.
“I can’t fucking wait”
I look down at your hard cock between us. You tell me to close my eyes and I do. A moment later, I feel you slip a blindfold over my head.

“Is this, ok?” You ask as the silky fabric rests over my closed eyes “I know it wasn’t a part of your description, but I want the next part to be a true surprise, like you requested.”

I trust that you will follow the boundaries we discussed. “Yes, of course” I say.

“Wait there” you say. I chuckle, as if I could do much else besides wait, blindfolded and bound. I hear you rustling about, I hear the click of a lighter and smell the scent of candle, it’s a musky and masculine scent. I wonder what else you grabbed in the short time at the store. A few moments later you guide me up off the bed and take a few steps to the center of the room. You kiss me a bit and rub your cock between my legs, what I wouldn’t give for you to push me up against a wall and slide inside me. I feel my knees go weak and a soft moan escapes my lips.

You tell me to spread my legs wide. I can feel you slide the armless straight backed chair between my legs, tucking it in, the back of the chair between us. My legs are spread wide over the seat of the chair. You carefully guide me down – a hand on my shoulder, a hand on my hip. I feel the familiar shape and firmness of an erect cock hit my opening. A let out a breathy “haaa”. You lower me more, the tip inside me now, and then you lower a little more, half the shaft. You pull me back up, remembering where that special spot inside is and aim to hit that spot with the tip of the cock. You tease me, up and down, but never letting me have the whole thing. Until finally, you let me enjoy being filled. I have the whole length of the shaft in me. You’ve selected a perfectly sized dildo for me to sit on tonight. The chair is the perfect height for me to hook my elbows over the back so I can use the leverage as I begin to grind on the cock, imagining it is you. I can feel you watching me. I reckon you are stroking your cock while you watch me grind on the chair. I really hope you are liking what you see.

  “Good girl” I hear you say. “You are taking that cock so well.”

“Do I get another?”

“Would that make you happy?” You ask.

“Only if it’s yours…”

“Well, then…” You step closer to me.

I open my mouth  and let my tongue rest on my lower lip. Still slowly grinding on the cock in my pussy.

You take your cock and run it around the circumference of my mouth, then lightly tap it on my tongue. I feel your fingers through my hair, you gently grabbing close to my scalp and stand still, pushing and pulling my head back and forth on your cock, then you switch, this time holding my head still and using your hips, watching your cock slowly fuck my mouth. From time to time you push the limit just enough to make me gag a bit, choking on you briefly. You pull out of my mouth, I can’t see you and I want to suck you more, but I can’t find you or reach you, I’m just stuck there, with my mouth open, ready for you, wanting you. You tease me with your cock, I know it’s just there by my face, on my face, I want you in my mouth. You finally put it back in my mouth and at the same time the dildo below me begins to vibrate. I see you’ve chosen a battery powered one. I let out a deep, deep moan with your cock in my mouth, which revibrates through your entire body. I’m so thankful I am able to still wrap my fingers around you while you slide in and out. It’s even sloppier than earlier and I’m loving every fucking second of this. I grind on the cock between my legs, I bounce up and down on it, my ass smacking against the chair below. I am more turned on than I could have imagined. How fitting that the song playing right now is Friction by Kai Straw – “I know my hands are tied, but listen, let’s use something else”

“I want to feel you.” I try to say, but it’s very hard to speak with your face full of

cock. You pull out briefly “I need you inside me”. You slowly enter my mouth again, remembering the speed and depth I took you with the first time and mimicking that. Smooth. sensual. We both moan simultaneously.

There’s that shift again… the vibe changes, we go from intense and primal back to sexy and sensual. It’s the hottest fucking roller coaster ride I have ever been on and I don’t ever want to get off.

After a few more slow thrusts in my mouth I feel you remove my blindfold. You pull yourself out of my mouth. God, it’s good to see you again. I smile up at you, still holding your cock at my lips, and give it a little lick, as if you were a lollipop.

You pull me up off the chair, the dildo still standing ready, covered in my juices. Without saying anything, you begin to untie me, just as methodically as you did earlier. I feel the tension release, the rope drapes down my body, you carefully untie my wrists, and we both admire the marks left by the rope. I rub my hands up your chest, thankful for the experience and so happy to be able to touch you again. You wrap your arms around me, lifting me up to my tip toes, grabbing my ass and kissing me deeply. Moments later, you have fully lifted me off the ground and carry me to the bed where you carefully lay me down and begin to explore my body with kisses, my hip bones, my waist, the side of my breast, my wrist, the palm of my hand, the inside of my knees, my shoulder and neck. You roll me over to kiss and bite my ass, you run your finger along the crease where my thigh and cheeks meet, and explore the soft, sensitive area just above the base of my tailbone.

You lay down on top of me, I can feel your cock taunting me between my legs, I push my ass up against your hips, if you wanted to you could slip right in at this angle.

“That was so hot watching you suck my cock while riding another” you say between kisses. “You looked like you were enjoying it so much, it’s so sexy watching you enjoy yourself.”

“Should I show you some more?” I ask.

“Absolutely.”

“I want you on your back.” I say. You quickly oblige, legs slightly spread, hands behind your head, a boyish grin spreads across your face and your eyes have a twinkle in them, eagerly awaiting what I have in store for you. Your cock is still hard, I kneel next to you and start stroking you gently with one hand, while I reach into the bedside drawer with the other to grab the small bullet vibrator that always travels with me and make sure it’s ready for later.

I use my mouth to get your cock appropriately slippery, not that we need it, I’m so wet that there is going to be plenty of lubrication. I slowly climb on top of you, and gently rub your cock between my lips, I love watching the tip of your head slide between my lips, rubbing against my clit. I slowly work my way up and down your cock, carefully holding you against me, each time getting closer and closer to you slipping inside of me. You know it’s coming but you don’t know exactly when. I too enjoy watching you, you have your hands on my hips now, but I’m still firmly in the driver’s seat and you are thoroughly enjoying the ride. When I have teased you enough, I finally allow the tip of your head to slide in, but just the tip, I don’t go all the way down, I stop and let us both relish in that first moment, that first feeling. We both want to be deeper, but we both love the tease. We look each other in the eyes as I slowly lower all the way down, taking all of you inside me. You fill me completely and perfectly. My eyes close, my head rolls back, my hands grasp your torso. I look down and see that V, this time ending between my legs. I grab my vibrator, switch it on and place it on my favorite setting and find the perfect spot on my clit. You can feel the vibration through my body to yours. You let me work your cock just the way I need to hit my favorite spots, I can tell you are paying very close attention to where I react the most, those will definitely be spots you return to. I hit a spot just right, my muscles tightening around your cock.

“That’s a good girl” you say “I love the way you take all of me. You look so hot riding me”.

Hearing that makes me ride you even harder and faster. I ride you hard and fast for a bit, then switch to a slower deeper rhythm, toying with what feels best for me at the moment. I want to please your so bad, but right now, you are here for my  pleasure. I can tell you like being my toy right now.

It's not long before I reach the point of orgasmic inevitability. I cum with you deep inside me, you can feel each pulse as the pleasure surges through my body. I lean down and kiss you deeply while my body still pulses around your cock. As my orgasm is subsiding, I begin working your cock with my hips again.

“I want you to fuck me” I say breathlessly. “Hard.”

That’s all the direction you need to know it’s your turn to be in control. You throw me off of you and roll me over, spread my legs apart and pull my hips up just enough to enter me from behind. My chest is still on the bed, face down in the pillows as you take me, admiring my ass, grabbing it and giving it a hard smack from time to time, reaching down to pull my hair. You’ve hit a favorite spot in me and I start working my hips, against you, fast, while I bury my face deeper in the pillow each vocal expression getting louder and more intense, we better be careful or the neighbors will get worried. I look over my shoulder, up at you, and smile at you while you fuck me.

You fuck me in all of your favorite positions. With me bent over the dresser in front of the mirror – pulling my hair and head back causing our eyes meet in the reflection and I watch you fuck me. Then, on my back, my legs spread wide, using my thighs as leverage. Or maybe on my hands and knees, (I know how much you like me on my knees) entering me from behind. Perhaps pressed up against the wall, a leg lifted whatever furniture I can for added leverage. On top of me, covering me fully, my legs wrapped around you, kissing me as you fuck me, slow and deep. Sideways, finding a different angle that makes me squirm.

You bring us back to the chair that held the dildo I so eagerly fucked not so long ago, you remove it, toss it aside and sit down, pulling me down onto your cock.

We work in tandem to find the perfect rhythm, this time you slide me back and forth on your lap, I can feel your hard shaft work against my clit. I wrap as much of myself as I can around you,  I know I am going to cum again and I want you to cum with me. I work your cock harder, pulsing my pelvic muscles.  As you begin to cum, you grab my hips and hold me down firmly on top of you, you don’t want a single drop to escape, I feel each pulse of your orgasm and it puts me over the edge as well. I cum again, hard.  We melt into each other, enjoying feeling each others contractions, starting firm and rapid, and then easing as the time between each one lengthens, sending shock waves throughout each of our bodies until we are left basking in the afterglow.

 Spent and sweaty, I rest my body against your chest, you hug me tight and I kiss your neck, it tastes saltier, sweatier. We stay connected, you still inside me, just holding and embracing each other, your fingers caress my back softly, I run my fingers through your hair, along your jaw, around your ears, down your neck and we both let out a very satisfied sigh.

“Take a shower with me” you say.

“Gladly” I smile down at you. I see you checking out my pussy as I lift myself off of you. Your large load of cum begins to drip out of me. I place my hand between my legs to catch it and when I do you place your hand over mine, making sure I gather as much as possible. You then use my sticky wet fingers like a paint brush on my skin, my body the canvas and your cum the paint. I can see how much you are enjoying this and when I feel the next portion of your load begin to drip out, I catch it and draw a circle on each of my nipples, place a dot just just below the center of my ribs, and then draw a smiley face on my belly. We both laugh. Sex it always so much more fun when it can be a bit silly as well. 

“You are delicious” I say, as I lick the remaining bits off my fingers.

“Go get the shower ready, you dirty girl. I’ll be in in a minute.” You smack my ass playfully as I walk away, I look over my shoulder and smile back at you, absolutely glowing.

I turn the shower on, and let the steam fill the bathroom. I check my watch on the counter, it was just a little over 24 hours ago that I was fantasizing about you heading into my hotel room and joining me in the shower. I’ve always been a fairly accurate manifester, but this was next level.  I smile as the warm water washes over me, the cum smiley face washing down my body. The bathroom door opens, and I can feel the cool air from the bedroom mix with the warm steam. I see the shape of you and I open the shower door, inviting you in. We let the water wash over us as we hug and hold each other as we kiss and giggle, taking turns washing each other with soapy water. My knees go weak as you run the loofa between my legs an up my body, around my tits, down my back, over my ass. Your touch is gold.

“We should probably get out before we use all the hot water and turn into raisins.” I say.

We towel off and head to the bed, warm and clean. Nothing like a tightly made hotel bed. As I am about to pull back the covers, I hear a knock on the door and look at you surprised, concerned and confused all in one. I grab your shirt from off the floor and throw it on, button a couple buttons and head to the door and peek out the peep hole. I see a very hot room service attendant from the hotel, holding a tray. I open the door and he hands me a tray and I can see him trying not to stare at the loose shirt that drapes over my frame. I catch his eye and give him a smile, and remembering the text I sent Melissa hours before, I guess I don’t need to lie about the room service guy being hot.  I carry the tray back with the plate covered with a silver cover, a pot of herbal tea and a Gatorade.

“What’s all this?” I ask as I place it on the bed and climb in next to you.
“I ordered us some snacks” you say.

My toes wiggle when I see the assortment of fruits, cheeses, crackers, and spreads. Topped off with a few chocolate covered strawberries. We make ourselves comfortable on the bed, legs, overlapping, not wanting to be far from each other.  The next few moments are spent chatting and giggling, as we nibble on the snacks and sip our drinks. When we are finally satiated, in more ways than one, I slip your shirt off, and we pull the covers back and climb under. You make a nook for me to curl up next to you, my head resting on your shoulder, my hand resting on your chest, feeling your heartbeat, remembering the moment I slipped my number into your pocket, my leg draped over your thigh, brushing lightly against your cock.  We lay like this, not talking just being with each other.

“Sweet dreams”, you say, sleepily, as you kiss the top of my head.

“You too, you’ve made me a very, very happy girl tonight.” I feel you squeeze me tighter, I smile, close my eyes, and it’s not long before we have both drifted off to sleep.

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The End... or is it the beginning