It was Wednesday, and a few days had passed since my night in the hotel with the mystery woman. I was sitting in uni and trying to focus on class, but my mind constantly wandered to the curvy, short hair, big titted woman I had spent the night with. It was the best sex I have ever had, and the best birthday night out. I looked up from my laptop to take in the lecturer talking about how Hollywood had killed the great American novel. Usually, this sort of thing would have my full, undivided attention, but the past few days I had been unable to concentrate on anything else but her. I reached into my laptop bag and pulled out the card she had left her email address on. It had taken all my effort not to email her already, but I wanted to wait a few days to avoid seeming desperate. That's exactly what I was though, desperate. Desperate to have her naked in front of me again. Desperate to have her big tits in my hands. Desperate to taste her pussy and ass again. Desperate for her to pleasure my ass with her tongue again. Just desperate.
I opened my emails and hit "compose new". I popped her email address in and used "Mystery Woman" as my header. I wasn't really sure what to say, but began typing anyway:
Hello Mystery Woman. How have you been these last few days? I was quite surprised that you left contact details, but glad that you did because I had a great time on Saturday night. I was wondering if you fancied maybe grabbing a drink one night you are free. Let me know.
Shawn
There, short and sweet. I diverted my attention back to my lecture and put the email to the back of my mind. Then, about an hour later, I got a notification to say I had a new email. My heart began picking up pace. I clicked the tab on my screen to bring my emails back up and saw the reply was from her:
Hey stud. Tonight, 6pm, same bar as Saturday.
Mystery Woman
Wow, straight to the point, no fucking about. I checked the time, half 3. 2 and a half hours to wait, I suppose I should learn while I am in my lecture.
Class finished at half 4, which gave me an hour and a half to get home, washed, changed and back into town. Seemed a bit much. So, I decided to walk into town from uni, it is only a ten-minute walk. I headed to the hotel we spent the night at on Saturday and booked a room. After dumping my bag in the room, I headed towards the shops to pick up some new underwear and a new shirt, then headed back to the hotel to get showered. I text my mum to say I was heading out for drinks with some uni buddies, so she didn't interrupt my night.
I turned the shower on and got undressed. The water pressure was a lot stronger than the shower at home, which at times felt like getting showered in a drizzle. I stepped into the shower and let the water run over me. The heat from it was a relief against my cold skin. I wasn't sure what was in store for me tonight, but I was really turned on from the minute she emailed. I rubbed soap into my body and grabbed a handful of bubbles and moved my hand down to my cock. It didn't take long before it was hard, and I started moaning softly as I began to stroke it. My mind wandered to the night we spent together, how experienced she was. Before I knew it, I was wanking my cock faster and faster, my balls bouncing back and forth as I went. I used my other hand to massage my asshole with my middle finger. I could feel myself ready to cum. I stopped massaging my ass and decided to slide my finger inside. As soon as it was in, I was passed the point of no return. I moaned loud as I shot a load of cum onto the floor of the bath. My asshole tightened around my finger with each pulse of cum I shot out. I took a deep breath and finished getting washed.
It was half 5 by the time I was ready. I poured a coffee and sat on the edge of the bed and sipped on it. The room had a view onto the bar I was meeting her at, so I walked over to the window to see if I could see her coming. In all honesty though, I had no idea what I was looking for. A woman no taller than 5'4, curvy, with short dark hair. That narrows it down to about a few thousand women in the area. I checked the time again, ten to 6. Time to head down. I put my coat on and left the room. It was on the second floor this time, so I decided just to take the stairs down. As I got outside, I was met with the cool breeze of the evening, as well as some light rain. I put my head down and crossed the road and headed into the bar.
I ordered myself a cider and sat on a chair at the bar. I kept glancing over to the door to see if she was coming, but nothing yet. 6:15 came and went, and I was beginning to think she wasn't going to show. I finished my drink and checked my emails on my phone, in case she had tried to get in touch, but nothing. I ordered another drink. I swiped my phone back open again and checked my Twitter to see what was happening. I became engrossed in a thread about video games when I heard a voice from behind me.
"Hey stud. Been waiting long?"
I turned around and there she was. She had on a business suit. Black trousers, white blouse and a jacket that matched her trousers. She had a pair of heels on, and her hair was short, and wind swept. She looked amazing.
"Hey. No, not long here." I lied to her. It was now nearly half 6. "Can I get you a drink?" I offered.
"Dying for a Prosecco, thanks stud." She smirked.
"You can call me by my name if you want. It's Shawn." I said to her. She kind of waved my request away as I ordered her drink.
"I'll stick with stud, thanks. Has more of an air of mystery to it if we keep it like this."
"I guess that means you aren't telling me your name then?" I asked her.
"Maybe one day, stud." She took a sip of the prosecco. "Shall we finish our drinks and get going?" She asked me. She's clearly a woman who doesn't like wasting time. I took a big swig of my cider.
"Ready when you are." I said to her. She finished her drink and we headed for the door. I told her I'd booked a room again across the road, which was met with her approval. The passion we had on Saturday, the inability to keep our hands off each other seemed to be gone, as the walk to the hotel was done with me a step ahead of her. Maybe she was feeling bad about this now, in the cold light of day and sober. I put the key-card into the door, and we headed into the room.
She walked over to the bed and sat at the edge. I stood with my back against the door, unable to judge the mood or know what was really going on here. She took her jacket off and threw it over the chair in front of the drawers. Her tits looked ready to burst out her blouse. I had never seen buttons work so hard to keep something contained. I walked over, taking my coat off as I went and lay it on top of hers. I stood in front of her, my stomach level with her face. She looked up at me and smiled.
"Is this the part you want me to suck your cock?" She asked. I put my hands on the button of my jeans, about to undo them before she put her hand on mine to stop me.
"Well, yeah, it is." I said back to her. I was still unsure what was happening, as she seemed like she wasn't in the same mood she was in on Saturday.
"Well, stud..." she said as she undid my button for me and unzipped my jeans. "I have a different idea." She pulled my jeans and boxers down to release my cock. It wasn't rock hard yet, but it was getting there. She unbuttoned her trousers and slipped them down, then she slid to the headboard side of the bed and lay there, just her blouse and black panties on. She opened her legs a bit and began to softly stroke the line of her pussy through her panties. I was still standing at the bottom of the bed, cock iron hard now as I watched her.
"I want you to wank your cock for me, stud. I want to watch you pleasure yourself and for you to watch me pleasure myself." She demanded.
"Okay, but you have to take your panties off. I want to see your pussy while you touch it." I told her. My cock was beginning to seep pre-cum from the tip. I started stroking it slowly for her.
"Mmmm, yeah stud, wank that big hard cock for me." She said as she slipped her panties down and opened her legs for me to see her pussy. I wanted it, wanted to taste it, smell it, but she wouldn't let me yet. She was playing a game with me and I wasn't sure how long I would last. I began stroking faster. She watched as she used 2 fingers to open her pussy lips. She slipped a finger inside and brought it back out. I could see it was covered in her juices. I wanted to put it in my mouth, but she gently rubbed her clit with it instead. She began moaning with pleasure as she massaged her clit, as well as sliding a finger inside herself every now and then. I was so turned on I had to slow down my wanking, or I was going to cum. I couldn't take my eyes off her, she was so sexy lying there pleasuring herself. Oddly, what I noticed that I was making eye contact with her more than watching her hands work between her legs. Her eyes started rolling to the back of her head.
"You going to cum?" I asked her, through my heavier breathing. She brought her eyes back to meet mine.