We meet in front of a kiosk, near the train station. Hearing you say my name, and feeling you near as I hug you seems almost surreal. The anxious feeling I had just melts away as we walk towards the hotel.
I make my way to the front desk, and get the room keys. I am sure that the redness of my face would give away my state of arousal, but the hotel staff seem not to notice or care.
All our conversations have finally led to this moment. I keep touching you lightly, as innocently as possible, while we walk towards our hotel room, hoping that by doing so, I can remain civil for the next few minutes.
There is no need for any charades now that you are here with me, sitting on the edge of the hotel bed. You remove your hair tie as I walk in front of you and gently push my hands through your hair. "Good slut... "The words roll off my tongue, and seeing and hearing your reaction has made the wait worth it.
I move my hands to the back of your neck and into your hair, pressing my lips against yours. I adjust my grip on your hair as I feel and hear your responses.