It started out a casual drink between two friends, a catch-up. Now you are stood in front of the bathroom mirror, contemplating what to do next. You have a moment to think about it, having excused yourself to get out, and your mind floats back to the beginning of the evening and plays events through....
You arrived earlier than expected; pulling up at the Hotel you know I was at. A quick call to me told you that I was not quite finished yet with work, and would be back to get changed in about an hour.
You check in, and grab yourself a drink before sitting at the bar, considering whether to go to your room or not. The bag you have with you is only small, and would not take long to unpack. A single red dress, cut high on your thighs, some nice underwear to go underneath, and a change into "casual" for the morning after. Those, your toiletries, a bottle of wine (with glass) and your favourite "toy" consist of the small bag sat at your feet. You smile slightly at the last thought, feeling naughty for bringing it with you. At least one of us would not be frustrated at the end of the night you think, and don't feel as bad.
In no rush you order a second wine. It's dry and not the best you have had, but it will do as you steady your nerves slightly. Your phone ring and it's me, I'm even later behind. We agree to just meet in the bar when we are both ready, and you suggest that I txt you when I am good to go.
You sign and pick up your bag, resigning yourself to go and get ready. The bottle in your bag can be opened, and you can take your time showering and getting ready as I catch up.
In your room you fling your stuff on the bed, and open your bag. Carefully lifting out the dress (thank god it hasn't creased) you put everything in its place, left with the wine and the toy on your bed. Smiling you put the toy back in your bag, and place it at the bottom of your wardrobe. You pour out a glass of the wine, still chilled from when you bought it earlier that afternoon, and take a sip. Slipping off your top and Jeans, you turn the shower on and adjust it as you wish. Smiling slightly as you slip in, your mind can't help wandering slightly and you are almost tempted to touch yourself and see if it would be as good as it sounded in the email I sent. Sighing you decide not to, not feeling the mood yet, and finish up in minutes clean and wrapped in a towel (that is slightly too small you think).
Your phone flashes and you pick it up worrying that I am ready before you.
"Are you showered yet?"
You reply quickly, saying you had just got out and were drying off, and a reply comes instantly back
"Did my story come true then?"
"Nope. Considered it, but not in the mood x" you reply.
Within a second your phone flashes again - "Hmm that's a shame. Maybe I can help?"
"How would you do that then?" you send, smiling slightly
"I would tell you how much I am aching to be inside you and how I would make you scream with orgasm as I fucked you all night long".
This takes you back a second. You had thought that maybe the suggestion to help meant this, but as usual you can't help but blush as you read it. The phone vibrates again, another TXT
"Or how I am stroking my hard cock thinking of all the times you have told me how you would suck it and take it all inside you"
This time your mouth drops in pure shock. You feel yourself growing moist down below, and you know that (like usual) I am pushing all the right buttons to make you horny as hell.
You txt back "You are a bad dirty man! Are you really touching yourself?"
Within seconds the reply comes "Yes, but I would find it nicer if you follow suit. Remember the email I sent? Make it true, lie on the bed and play as I send you txt after txt to make you closer and closer"
You consider this. True, I wouldn't know either way, but maybe a little play wouldn't help. You wonder if you should get your toy out, but you decide not to. Yet.
You TXT back saying "Maybe that will work...." and lie back. Thinking of all the previous texts today (there has been quite some!) you find yourself more than in the mood now. You touch yourself gently, allowing one finger to glide up and down your Clitoris slowly as you await your next txt.
Suddenly the phone rings. It is me, but you still stop what you are doing to answer.
You have no time to mutter a hello before I start talking. At first your eyes shoot wide, hearing me say those words you have seen me write for so long shocks you a little. However it is not long before your hands are back down on your pussy, harder and faster now rubbing your clit, from time to time slipping down and entering your wet hole as you arch your back up with the building pressure of your orgasm. You moan as the first one hit's you, and I ask you if you are enjoying yourself. Murmuring a yeah I then tell you it's your turn to help me.
This time you do get your Toy, it would do no harm to help you keep in spirit as you talk back. The filth out of your own mouth shocks you at first, but the noises I start to make are encouraging and you find yourself working your way back up to your second orgasm. Before you know it you are furiously fucking yourself with your toy, and telling me every inch of detail about it. I groan first as I come, and you are not far behind. Both panting somewhat, you let your hand fall from you and the toy drops to the bed. Silence comes between us, and is only broken when I suggest
"Should we stay here all night? I'm sure I can go again soon, and no doubt you could go right now!"