"Why do you want to move so fast? Why can't you be happy with a little and appreciate what you have without always seeking more, more, more?" I asked, frustrated by Matt's repeated requests for nude pictures and no strings sex. I'm an extremely sexual woman, but I like to move a little slower and get to know a person at least a little before hitting the sheets.
"I'm going to teach you patience, Sweetheart." I typed.
"How are you going to do that?" he replied.
"You'll see." With that, I signed out of AIM for the night. Keep him guessing.
Thursday night we made plans to meet for drinks and the Sox game at the BBC. It was our first meeting in person after conversing briefly online. I was attracted to him from what I'd seen of his pictures. He was shorter than the guys I usually preferred, only 5'8" and of a slighter build, a bit of an emo or club kid, but his hazel eyes, "faux hawk" and lip stud turned me on. I felt a little bad for him; he'd just moved to the Cape from Boston...away from his friends and the excitement of the city and without a car, it's difficult to get out and enjoy what little night-life there is in what is essentially a tourist-trap/retirement community.
I pulled my Toyota up outside his house to pick him up after getting lost on the way there. Thank goodness he's a better navigator than I am and talked me through turn-by-turn directions to his house. I saw him walking through the shadows, cell phone in hand, approaching my car. I got out of the car to greet him and our hands and lips were instantly on each other's bodies as we pressed our bodies together full-length.
After our greetings, I suggested we head to the bar. During the car ride, he licked and nibbled my neck and earlobes making it extremely difficult to concentrate on the road...my breathing and heartrate quickened, my nipples grew hard and my pussy wet. I could only imagine what was going on in his tight jeans. I pretended to ignore his advances and rambled on about work, asked questions about his studies at UMass. Finally, we arrived at the bar. As I parked and shut off the car, Matt began kissing me hard on the mouth and slipped his hand under my black polo shirt and bra to caress my left breast, pinching and flicking my nipple. I gently pushed him away and whispered, "Patience." He groaned as he adjusted his visibly hard cock through his jeans.
We got out of the car and walked inside, ordered a couple drinks and settled in to watch the game at one of the bar tables. We made conversation, but were both distracted by the urgency of our desire for eachother. I had plans for the remainder of the evening, but didn't want to let on or give in to his urgings just yet. I feigned interest in the ball game and forced myself to watch all 9 innings before suggesting we go for a drive. I loved watching him grow more uncomfortable on his bar stool as he rubbed my knee, moving closer and closer to my crotch, as he leaned in to kiss my lips, my neck. I loved denying him what he most wanted and getting him more turned on and just a little bit drunk. He paid our tab and we walked out into the night to my car. He was sufficiently tipsy for my plan and I was fully in control as I'd only sipped two drinks during our evening, but faked a little stumbling and giggling to give the impression of being slightly drunk myself.
We got into the car and began driving, I knew our destination, but gave him a tour of my old hometown before pulling in to the hotel's parking lot. His eyes widened and a wicked smile spread across his face as he anticipated the evening ahead. I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on his lips before getting out of the car and linking my arm with his as we walked into the lobby. I lead him to the elevator bank and hit the up arrow. As the door dinged open, he pushed me into the empty elevator and pinned me to the wall, kissing me hard, our tongues entwined, our hands exploring eachother's bodies under our shirts. I reached across and touched the button for the 8th floor. My nails raked against the bare skin on his back and sides as he pressed his hard cock against my thigh. The elevator dinged again and the doors opened as we adjusted our clothes and walked out toward room 813.
I slid the keycard into the door slot and opened the door to the room I'd earlier prepared. We alternately pinned eachother against the walls of the room, kissing, touching and tearing at eachother's clothes. I abruptly broke our torrid embrace and said, "I've got to run down to my car...forgot something. Hold that thought?" He groaned in disappointment again and flopped down breathlessly on the bed that I'd remade with soft, cream-colored modal sheets. I practically ran to the elevators and down to my car and grabbed my overnight bag out of the backseat. I made a detour to the ladies room in the lobby to change my clothes from the casual jeans, black polo and flip flops to a white button-down blouse, charcoal gray knee-length skirt, black thigh-high stockings and black heels. I pinned my long brown hair up in a neat bun and applied red lipstick and the finishing touch...black-rimmed glasses. I completely looked the part of a naughty school teacher.