Dear Jay -
I finally did it. I agreed to have sex with a man I met online. I wanted to share all the details of my first soiree in to the world of S & M with you.
We were supposed to meet at the hotel at 1 pm. He called me earlier to tell me his flight was delayed, but that he'd still be there on time. I, on the other hand, was running late, and knew that tardiness wasn't really an option...
Parking downtown was a bitch, and as such, I managed to run in the door of the lobby at 1:15. I was wearing a tight black shirt that was only closed by a small stitch in the cleavage between my breasts. I had a black short skirt, with black thigh high garter stockings underneath and finished with black knee high boots. I saw him sitting in a chair in the lobby, facing away from me, but I could tell by the way his body tensed that he knew it was me walking his way.
No formalities, just a hi, and a sorry, and we headed up to the room - 13th floor (I thought hotels didn't have a thirteenth story anymore..) and a corner room with a view of the harbor. We walked in and I excused myself to freshen up. (Should I tell you now that he was impeccably dressed - you could tell he had money by the way he carried himself - paper folded under his arm, laptop case in pristine condition, clothes that looked tailored to fit exactly...)
He started kissing me - a deep, passionate kiss that kind of fills your entire mouth. He was a good kisser, and it seemed pretty natural to be kissing him. After a while, he took my shirt off and checked out the view. Of course, who could complain about the view? 34C breasts with nipples standing at attention, the dark areola just begging to be licked. In between kissing, he'd take off one layer of clothing at a time, always stopping to admire the view. He joked that it was like unwrapping a Christmas gift, and he seemed to be pretty impressed with the package.
After I was naked, he set me down on the bed and ordered room service. They didn't have what he wanted, which was fruit, so he ordered ice cream, with the syrup on the side, a bottle of wine, and a Coke for me.
Hungry for more than just the room service, he slowly let his tongue run down my chest to my wet pussy. He was good at multi-tasking - one hand tweaking my nipples, tongue all over my clit, tongue-fucking me, and two fingers probing deep inside me. I came in a gush and couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.
After I came, he had me lick the taste all out of his mouth. By that time the room service showed up. Lying naked and exhausted, I thought he'd accept the food at the door, but instead he invites in the cute, perky delivery girl. She knew, when she saw us, that the food wasn't really about eating... We joked about her earning her tip and rewarded her handsomely as she left.
