It had been weeks since I started talking to him. Our initial conversations were harmless, talking about work, our sports addictions and rivalries and mutual friends. We agreed to meet for coffee and spent a lovely hour chatting about nonsense. All the while my insides burned with a fire I had yet to experience, a yearning to reach out and touch him, even though we were in public. I looked into his eyes with unconcealed desire, searching for a similar response. A wonderful warm hug and we went our separate ways. Unfulfilled.
It wasn't until the next evening I heard from him. It started with a short text from him, saying hello, and progressed to chatting about his favourite sport, golf, then a few flirtatious comments. He took the bait and we started flirting back and forth, our words getting more and more intense as the night went on. I finally revealed to him my overwhelming desire to have him, and much to my surprise, he expressed the same feelings -- even revealing that he had gone home the night we met and jerked off thinking of me! My body shivered with desire as I told him exactly what I wanted from him. No strings, no attachment, just hot sex and exploration.
Our pattern continued for weeks, the endless waiting for private time late at night to be able to talk, to share and indulge our fantasies, to bring each other to powerful orgasms, over and over again. I wanted more. You knew that I had to have you. We finally managed to find a day to meet and the excitement and anticipation was almost too much to bear.
It was a chain hotel, located so that we could both be far away from our real lives, close enough that we could have hours and hours to spend together before parting ways. I arrived early, wanting everything to be perfect before you finally walked through the door. I lit a couple candles, pulled my hair down and let it fall, loose and curly down my back, and stripped down to the lacy blue bra and matching thong you had requested. The waiting seemed endless until I finally heard you knock at the door.
With an excited gasp, I unlock and swing the door open wide, pulling you inside and jumping into your arms. Your cold hands ran down my back and grabbed my ass, pulling me close against you. I moaned as you leaned down, looking deep into my blue eyes, and finally pressed your lips to mine, your delicious tongue parting my lips to slip deep inside. My hands drifted up your back to run through your hair, pulling your head closer, never wanting those lips to leave mine.
With a low growl, you tore your lips from mine and pushed me back towards the bed. Pushing me lightly so I fell back onto the bed, you stood over me, undoing your shirt and looking down my body. Shivers pulsed down my spine as I could see the fire in your eyes. I tried to sit up to help you, needing to have your naked skin against mine, but you shook your head.
"You're beautiful baby...." you moaned, "I have been waiting too long to touch you."
Stripping quickly out of the rest of your clothes, you heard my quick gasp and low moan as your cock sprung free and I could finally see the object of my desire.
Hooking your thumbs under the lacy edge of my thong, you slid it down my legs and brought it to your face, inhaling my sweet wetness.
