‘This isn’t working…’ came her message.

It caught me a little off guard.

I’d met Ayla a few months ago, both of us late 20s and very career driven. Between work, the gym and life, neither of us had found the time to focus in on a relationship, but the chemistry and understanding between us had been diabolical, and I thought it was all going well.

‘Oh… I thought it was going well..?’ I replied, confused.

‘Too well…’ she replied. I watched the bubble on my phone as she typed out a message, still confused. We had a clear friends with benefits arrangement, with good regular communication and catching up when we were both free, no neediness, no strange feelings, I was lost.

‘You were supposed to help me take the edge off. Give me what I need physically and sexually so we can both focus on what’s important to us. But I find myself sitting here, not focused at all, thinking about the things you did to me last night in the shower. And on the table in my apartment. Then on the couch in my apartment. Then twice in the bed. Then in the middle of the night. Then again this morning… you are too good. It’s a distraction….’

I smirked to myself, understanding.

‘I’m sorry?’ I tried.

‘No you aren’t!’ She replied playfully. ‘You love it! You love living rent free in my head. It’s just distracting. You were supposed to help me take the edge off and now all I keep thinking about is you skipping over here on your lunch break and ruining me all over my desk, right in front of all my workmates…’

‘Don’t tempt me, you know I’d get over there and get the job done and back at my desk within half an hour too….’

‘Haha i do… oh I do. Besides, it’s Friday and I get an hour on Fridays…’

I swallowed, looking at my calendar and shooting my shot. I messaged her an address for the grande hotel.

‘What’s this?’ She replied.

‘I have an hour too, meet me there at 1pm?’

It wasn’t most productive morning, that much I can give you.  But the smile on her face as she turned into the lobby, her heels clicking on the marble floor as I collected the swipe key from the hotel receptionist made it all worth it.

She met me at the lifts, not a word said between floors one and four, while another passenger rode with us but the moment the doors shut, I placed my hand on the back of her pencil skirt.

“You better not be wearing panties under this…” I said with gravel in my voice. She didn’t even speak, simply opening her small hand bag to reveal a lace, black g string with a smile.

It felt like we were teenagers, sneaking off together away from prying eyes. I guided her towards the room, my eyes scanning the numbers on the doors before swiping the door card and trying to wrangle her Tasmanian devil like ass as she attacked me with hungry affection.

Our tongues danced together, her fingers working at the buttons of my shirt as she pressed me against the wall, my hands instinctively grabbing her perfect derrière with both hands. As she worked her way down my chest with her fingers, working my buttons and exposing more skin as we continued to kiss.

Ayla was a pure specimen, natural beauty with striking green eyes and brown hair, pulled back into a professional bun. Her white blouse and pencil skirt highlighted her classic hourglass figure, with her long, tanned athletic legs sky scrapers when adorned with her black high heels.

My hands rose to her lower backs, sausage fingers struggling with the delicate zip on her skirt as she tugged my shirt wide and off my chest. I pulled her close, her skirt rising slightly as I lifted her effortlessly off the ground and into my arms.

The kiss remained unbroken and passionate as her legs wrapped around my waist. Carrying her over to the bed, I crouched over her and placed her gently down, stripping my shirt off and tossing it aside before lowering my lips to the inside of her thigh, causing her to groan.

I drank in the image of her pussy, fully exposed as her skirt rode high and free around her skinny waist, her lips perfect and freshly waxed earlier in the week. I nuzzled close, licking her clit causing her body to shudder, her attempts to undo her blouse buttons abandoned due to frustration at her loss of motor function.

“Baby you don’t even need to do this…” she gasped through gritted teeth, running her perfectly manicured fingers through my hair. “You can feel how wet I am…. Urgh just fuck me already….”

I couldn’t resist, dropping lower and sliding my tongue between her folds, savouring her juices and causing her to groan. I slid my wrists up the outside of her hips, taking her wrists and bringing them down to pin them into the bed. I knew she loved it when I took control like that.

“I don’t think you understand babygirl” I said, grinning up at her before moving back to her clit. “I do NEED to do this…”

I wasted no time, I was not trying to tease her or warm her up, I wanted to make her cum, to feel amazing, ti crave me in every way. I suckled and harassed her clit with my lips and tongue as she groaned out unashamedly into the hotel room, unaware of just simply not caring how desperate she sounded.

I knew she was close, releasing her wrist with my right hand and sliding two fingers deep within her, the effect immediate. I massaged her g spot, relentlessly and firmly, and coupled with the high rev clit licking, put her over the edge within seconds.

Her orgasm came hard and fast, her cries hungry as her hips pivoted into me, grinding into my face to maximise her pleasure. Her fingernails dug into my arm before she pulled back slightly, the clit stimulation becoming too much but I continued to finger her through the come down of her climax.

As her soul returned to her body, she sat up, ready for more. She reached over to her bag, cast aside only a couple of minutes ago and passed me a condom, this time more of an instruction than a request.

“Okay NOW you need to fuck me…”

We both began to strip, and I lost my shoes, pants and underwear pretty quickly as she unbuttoned her blouse. As she went to remove her heels, I told her to keep them on and she nodded, working her skirt clear of her legs. I was wrapped and ready to go by the time she began to reach back to unclip her bra and I couldn’t wait.

Not wasting anytime as I grabbed her and pushed her to her back, her tits still looking fantastic in the black lace bra that perfectly matched the panties she showed me in er handbag earlier. I admired her ridiculous flexibility as her ankles met her ears, and I guided myself between her wetness and slid effortlessly inside her.

I posted my weight through my arms, driving all 8 inches of myself into her heat. Her eyes rolled back as she adjusted to me, taking several deep strokes in and out of her as she reached to my back and dug her nails in for encouragement.

Not that I needed it.

Once I gauged her depth, I unleashed a barrage of deep, intense and ruthless strokes in and out of her. Her moans muffled as her lips found my own, the hunger within her undeniable as her tongue gathered her own juices off my mouth in passion.

Her moans were frantic and they fed my energy, building with deeper and harder strokes before she exploded in deep, unbridled ecstasy. She broke the kissing as she came, unashamedly screaming well-earned expletives into the hotel room.

I slowed slightly and gave her a little space, allowing her to breathe for only a few moments. As her eyes finally returned to facing the same general direction, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, dragging her back to the edge of the bed so I could stand.

I grabbed her feet by the ankles, spreading her legs wide and unleashing fury upon her helpless body. Her screams of pleasure were supplemented by the sloshing and clashing of bodies, my balls slapping rhythmically against her taint as her fingers desperately clung to the sheets of the bed, seeking helplessly to retain any form of leverage as I powerfucked her off the cliff, my cock sending her into a hectic free fall as she exploded in powerful waves of climactic pleasure.

I didn’t allow her a chance to regain her senses, this time instead just rolling her to her knees, and slamming into her from behind. I gripped her hips firmly, ramming deep within her and causing her to gasp and grin, pushing back into me as I railed her with absolute delight.

She had become completely unhinged. The quiet, reserved girl who just wanted to “take the edge off” now screaming in tounges as she begged me to plough her. Each stroke was harder, each movement was more ruthless, each pump more intense.

I loved everything about her body, but her ass drove me insane, especially from this angle. Even though her buns were tight, they shook with each power punch into her, the condom gliding effortlessly in and out of her pinkness, the cream of her desire dripping down my swollen balls and slapping into her clit with each swing.

I couldn’t hold back any longer as she threw herself back into each stroke. As she came hard on me again, I felt her insides grabbing at me and my balls tighten, letting a deep moan as my life force flooded up my shaft and into the rubber raincoat.

Wave after wave of mutual pleasure  filled every cell in our bodies, moving in sync as we both finally shuddered, collapsing together, both empty and panting.

After a few minutes of heavy panting, we both slowly regathered ourselves, tidying ourselves up and preparing to return to normal life. I stood behind her as she adjusted her skirt in the full length mirror, kissing the back of her neck, her smirk undeniable, her body playfully groaning.

“Cut that out!” She protested. “This was supposed to take the edge off, not make me want it again… grrrrr… don’t make me ask you if you have plans tonight….”

I smiled back at her, slowly buttoning up my shirt.

“Well I did have to book the room for the entire night…” I said leading her. She turned, kissing my cheek before moving off towards the door, speaking clearly as she moved.

“I’ll meet you downstairs at 5.30” she said, saying, not asking. “I vote we have room service for dinner and each other for dessert”

She winked at me, leaving me with one final comment as the door closed.

“And we are going to need a LOT more condoms…”