I lay on the hotel bed, naked as we had agreed. Legs spread. Facing the door. Slightly rubbing my pussy. Wondering what I was doing there. Knowing why I was there.
It was one of a series of items we had discussed and agreed upon. We would be naked in the room, except for when we arrived, and just as we left. Otherwise... no clothes. No hiding. A time of complete and total focus and sex, debauchery, physical pleasure. Nakedness was symbolic of this. Because I arrived first and this element of the agreement was mostly for me, my clothes were neatly folded on a chair next to the door.
This agreement also had the function of assuring there would be no hidden recording devices. No bags or purses, no cameras or hidden recorders. We briefly considered an arrangement where entry to the room would be done nude, but couldn't figure out how. This was the compromise.
Because we had agreed that I would arrive first, it meant I chose the hotel and paid for the room. He knew which city and a time, but that was all. At the designated time, I would send a text with the information he needed.
We had both agreed to be chaste for three days before hand. No other sexual activity, no orgasms. Nothing for three days. That wasn't a big deal for me, but I suspected he was about to burst.
At 2:00pm exactly I sent the text.
"Motel 6 Carlsbad, Room xxx".
The rules said I wasn't supposed to touch myself. The closest I came was crossing my legs, squeezing a bit. I lay quietly and sipped a drink. It was a cranberry juice with vodka. Just one. Just enough to take the edge off.
I heard his Harley as it pulled into the lot. It wasn't for certain, but the timing was right. My heart began pounding. I uncrossed my legs, positioned myself on the bed. Felt my breasts, wished they were just a bit bigger then dismissed the thought. Felt my shaved pussy and legs. Birth control in place and stable. Everything working.
The bed had the coverlet pulled down, and was naked to the sheets. Sort of like me.
Clump, clump... not loud but someone was walking down the outside corridor.
A knock. I flushed with embarrassment. He didn't have a key. How stupid I was, laying out in just the right position for him on the bed. I was an idiot.
I rose and opened the door, standing to the side slightly so my naked white body wouldn't be visible to everyone all the way across the street. He stood there and quickly glanced up and down, taking in my body. He knew it of course, but this was the first time he had perused it knowing he was going to touch it and enter it.
Two steps in and he began to undress. He did it quickly, and I thought, "he is practiced at this," then laughed out loud. That brought a strange look.
I returned to the bed, hit a timer we had agreed upon, and spread out to wait for him. By the time I was ready, he was naked.
His cock was up and hard. I don't know if that had happened before he left home, or just now, as he saw me naked. Didn't matter, I opened my arms silently and he came to me, laying next to me, pressing his lips against mine. My arms went around him, my legs curled behind him, and we had begun.
Just because of our position, our embrace, his cock naturally rested and pressed against my pussy. It felt good to have his hardness there and I felt how he slipped on my flesh. I was wet, just as he was hard. I wanted him, needed him.
