My hands were tugging nervously at the leather strap of my purse as I walked down the long hallway to my hotel room.
The door unlocked with a clean sounding click and I walked in to see my suitcase sitting neatly beside the large bed. The final rays of the sun were slipping behind the horizon. I stood for a moment, looking out of the window that made up the entire east wall. The city was spread before me in a beautiful but shadowy display. The buildings around me were beginning to glow from their inner lights. For a moment I forgot how hard my heart was pounding.
But then, my phone buzzed.
"Have you arrived safe and sound?" texted Nick.
"Just got to my room. I can meet you at the bar downstairs." I replied. I felt a little faint.
"Perfect," he had written back after a moment. "I can be there in 20." There was a pause and then another message came through. "Iris? We're finally going to meet."
"I'm excited to see you face to face, Nick," I texted back, feeling myself smiling stupidly.
"And I'm excited to touch you," he said, ending the conversation.
I set my phone down and caught a glance of myself in the mirror, checking to make sure my lingerie was in place under my black dress with a zipper front, and smoothing my hair. I retouched my makeup, butterflies fluttering in my chest.
My flight across the country had been long and exhausting. Despite my comfortable first class seat and a glass of wine, I spent the travel time worried about my evening. My afternoon work conference wasn't the reason I was nervous. I was one of the speakers but I could only absentmindedly scroll through my notes on my laptop. My mind was focused on my friend Nick.
"Friend" was a loose term.
We had met online. He was funny and kind, he thought I was interesting and beautiful. His eyes could pierce right through me even in just pictures. His voice was deep and dark, sometimes raspy when he was about to fall asleep. Everything about him was deeply attractive to me and I was incredibly lucky to have met him.
Work had me too busy to have a real relationship so sometimes I felt guilty, like I was using Nick for sex and attention because I couldn't commit to anything more. It was hard to help myself when it came to sexting him because we both had such high sex drives. He would send me pictures from his work bathroom of his incredibly stiff hard-on being held in his hand in front of the mirror. I'd text him long paragraphs about what I would do to him if we happened to work in the same building. If I was able to call him into my office, if he were to walk in on me trying to discreetly watch porn on my work computer.
I loved his dominance. He could be rough with me, telling me filthy things, and calling me his slut or his bad little girl. He could tell me very descriptively how he would hold me to my bed by my throat and make me cum over and over with his hand, keeping his fingers curled and wet inside me until my orgasm finished and he could begin on the next one. He had such power over me. I couldn't control myself.
He loved it when I told him when he could cum, however. It was a really hot kink that he didn't realize he had until I enforced it more harshly than people had in his past. My favorite thing to do was make him painfully hard during his work day and tell him not to cum until he was home.
I would tell him to lay a towel on his bed and film himself grinding his cock into it until he began to cum, which often didn't take more than twenty seconds or so. I loved watching him, he always came so much. Sometimes nine or ten squirts at once, the cum shooting clear across to the edge of the towel, his moans dropping into breathlessness at the end. I would orgasm to this, repeating after him when he said "Fuck me," in the video. My tongue would hang out of my mouth watching him rub out any remaining splashes just for me.
And after I had made myself cum several times, moaning his name despite his absence, we would talk. I loved hearing his thoughts. I loved how easily he made me smile and laugh. I felt happy any time my night ended with one of us falling asleep mid-conversation.
But we had never touched in person. But now, the day was finally here and I was so incredibly nervous. Nick felt out of my league. Incredibly sexy and charming, and someone I wanted to spend all my free time with. I had sweet fuzzy feelings about him that kept me coming back, and those fuzzy feelings were competing with the intense desire I had to suck his dick as soon as I saw him.
Once at the bar, I tried to satisfy that need by placing the straw of my gin and tonic in my mouth and moving my tongue subtly against it as I watched the glass entrance doors waiting for Nick to walk through. My heart was pounding.
Through the bustle of the lobby I watched one of the doors revolve and I saw him. He walked out and my heart stopped.
He looked beautiful. His face was so familiar and yet had this alarming new realness to it. The lights of the chandeliers caught a shine on his dress shoes. He was holding a jacket over his arm and wearing a pressed dress shirt and tie. His handsome face was stoic at first and then he saw me. I got to my feet, unable to focus on anything else.
His face lit up in an intensely happy smile and his arms spread open.
Before I knew what was happening, I was almost in a sprint to get to his body. He crouched ever so slightly and caught my body as it slammed into his, my arms going around him instinctively and his going around my waist. He lifted me up off the ground as he straightened up and I inhaled the scent of his cologne and the shaving cream he must have used before he left the house. I inhaled the scent and my heart almost burst from my chest. I finally had him.
He set me down, his familiar laugh coming from his chest made me grin up at him. "Hi Iris," he said happily.
"Hi," I breathed. I stared at him for just a second too long and decided to follow my instincts rather than be polite. I held his beautiful face in both my hands and brought him down slightly so I could kiss his lips. I kissed him deeply, lovingly. I couldn't remember ever kissing someone the way I kissed him in that moment. I didn't really care if he didn't want to kiss me back or if he just wanted to fuck and move on. I needed to kiss his smile and know that I had done it, despite how out of character it was for me.
When I broke our kiss I studied his face. He was smiling even bigger than before and put his two strong hands on either side of my face and kissed me again, hard. He ended the kiss abruptly and crushed me into his chest. "I'm so glad you're here," he said, his words were muffled by his arm pressing into my ear as he held me.
