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.
What seems to be an eternity later, I break away from the kiss. I hear your heavy breathing matching mine as I tell you to strip. I lick my lips and open my shirt as you put away your clothes.
Seeing you standing there, now naked, makes me want to hear you moan and beg while I use you as my very own personal slut. Your eagerness to follow my lead makes my heart beat faster. As I unzip my leather skirt, you know what I expect from you. I look at your face as you kneel before me. You look so beautiful as you kiss my thighs before you begin to eat me as if you are starving.
I grab your hair to keep you in place. "Good slut..." My words come out as more of a whispering moan as you gently suck my clit and begin to fuck me with your fingers. My moaning grows louder as I feel you pushing a butt plug into my asshole. The increased pleasure, mixed with slight pain, is almost enough to make me climax.