He'd been planning it for months - knowing the chance would arise eventually, everything falling into place to allow him to finally meet her, and more...
Last night, his wife had left to stay with her sister while he was away, taking the kids, so there were no emotional goodbyes as he packed his bags and locked the front door of the house. His heart had begun racing the instant he had woken up - he hadn't helped himself by re-reading the e-mails in his Hotmail account over breakfast, cock stiffening a little as her messages reminded him of what she wanted him to do to her. "Soon, baby... soon..." he had whispered to himself.
Showering, he had paid particular attention to his semi-rigid member, soaping the shaft, pulling the foreskin back, feeling it hardening in his hand. Cupping his balls, he had turned his face to the shower head, and let the hot water cascade over him, eyes closed, trying to imagine that it was her hands on him, slipping up and down the shaft, running over the smooth soapy head, teasing the precum out.... Stopping himself, he turned the shower down cold. He wanted every drop of cum in his body to be for her just now - not to be wasted against the walls of the shower.
And now, as the plane began its descent, he went through the plan in his head for about the hundredth time, searching for flaws. No - he just couldn't see how it could go wrong. It would be perfect - neither his wife or his work would ever find out.
He had to come to Houston every now and again for work - the routine was always the same: late afternoon flight from Heathrow arriving in Houston at some godawful hour Sunday evening, his usual suite in the hotel, a late start on Monday (his customers were at least sympathetic about that), before a tedious but necessary meeting all afternoon, and then a drunken night out with the local distributor, usually involving a strip club. More meetings with various clients on Tuesday and Wednesday, then home.
But this time was different. For some reason the usual flights were fully booked, and he'd had to come in early - it was early Saturday morning in Houston, giving him nearly two full days to kill. Although he usually slept quite well in his Business Class seat, the gods had smiled on him and he'd got an upgrade to First Class. He'd slept virtually the whole way and now felt refreshed - heart still racing though. He hoped the stewardness hadn't noticed that he'd woken with a hard-on!
Knowing his arrival time, he'd called the hotel and asked if he could check in early - unusually he raced through immigration, and there weren't even any queues at the car hire booth. By 10:00am he was standing in his hotel suite, unpacking his suits. And then he repacked a small overnight bag, hung a Do Not Disturb sign on the door of his suite, and strolled out to his hire car, still in the parking lot at the front of the hotel. It was about a 5 hour drive to Dallas he reckoned, and as the Mustang got up to speed on Highway 45, he leaned back, smiled, and enjoyed the summer wind in his hair. But with every passing mile his heart picked up just a little more, his cock gave another little twitch in his jeans, and his full balls ached in reminder of how badly he wanted to do this.
He'd picked out the hotel on the Internet - it looked nice enough, styling itself as a romantic retreat but with good facilities, not that he planned much activity outside the suite. He checked in, using his personal credit card rather than his corporate one, and explained that his "wife" would be along in a couple of hours when she'd finished shopping, if they could direct her up to his suite. The receptionist gave a knowing smile.
It was mid-afternoon so he had a couple of hours to kill. After unpacking for the second time that day, he carefully laid out the things he needed for later, and took another shower, washing off the grime of his journey. His semi-erection still persisted, and his balls even looked like they were swollen with his seed - he ached to touch himself, but resisted. Towelling off, he sat down naked on the bed, and flicked through the TV channels. It wasn't long before he began to check out the porn - maybe just a little bit to get him really turned on before she arrived? Couldn't hurt....
Laying on his back, his erection built as he watched one girl licking out another's pussy, while a guy fucked her from behind. Closing his eyes he began to picture himself in the scene, but through sheer force of will resisted the temptation to jerk. Eyes closed on the comfortable bed, the long journey suddenly caught up with him, and he drifted off to sleep....
Slowly he became aware of a soft wet sensation around his groin. Not just his groin, his balls as well. And his cock. "Oh no - don't say I've cum in my sleep" he muttered to himself as he opened his eyes, looking down the bed.
"No, babe, you haven't yet," came a soft Texan accent. It was her! She was kneeling between his outstretched thighs, still fully clothed, planting soft kisses around his balls and on the shaft of his cock. "You're so hard darlin', I think the head of your cock is fit to explode! I'm not having you go off on a hair trigger, so let's just get the first one out the way. How long since you came?"
"Umm.... 2 or 3 days, I don't know. I've been hard for about 20 hours now. God that feels good..."
Slowly she tongued round the head, under the ridge, flicking at the slit where the precum had gathered. Cupping his balls in her soft hands, she began to massage them, feeling them tighten as she began to suck his cock. She took more of him into her mouth - he wasn't huge, just an average 7", but she was tiny - it surprised him that she took all of it, and he could feel the friction of her throat around his cockhead as she did so. She withdrew, dragging her teeth up the shaft a little, but leaving just the head wrapped in her lips. Sucking gently, she used her free hand to stroke the shaft, wet with her saliva, as her other hand teased his balls, and lower, down towards his ass.
"I'm gonna cum quickly, baby," he groaned, conscious of nothing more than the attention she had focussed on his aching cock and balls. Lifting her face, she looked into his eyes and smiled as she carried on her work - not changing the pace of her movements, just letting his orgasm build steadily. His cum started flowing even before the first spasm hit, coating her tongue just before his hips bucked for the first time, sending a thick jet against the back of her throat. Still she just looked at him, squeezing his balls gently in time with the contractions of his cock, enjoying the sensation of his hot sperm running down her throat, and down her chin as it dribbled out around the corners of her mouth.
As his hard-on subsided, she tenderly licked him clean, savouring the taste of his cum. "Welcome to Dallas, honey!"
"Thank you, babe. That was awesome."
"Well, I came in to see you flat out with a hard-on - I could hardly just let it be. Did that porn turn you on that much then?" she drawled, gesturing at the TV in the background.
"Not just the porn, babe. I've been hard for ever thinking about what I'm going to do to you...."
"And what might that be?"
"Wait and see! Just give me a minute to recover here..." They lay on the bed a while as his breathing slowed, watching the porn on the TV. Her head was on his chest, and he began to stroke the back of her neck, behind her ears, massaging her shoulders. Her breath was warm on his chest, and he could sense it quicken as he rubbed her - a combination of anticipation and the sight on the TV of a guy cumming all over a shaved pussy.
Sitting her upright and lifting himself off the bed, he leaned in to kiss her - the first actual kiss they'd had after months of teasing over the internet. Her soft lips were yielding to his tongue, yet firm enough to press back hard against his as their eyes closed, almost in relief as much as passion - relief that the waiting was finally over. Breaking the kiss, he lifted her top over head, exposing her full pale breasts in their lacy bra. Planting a kiss on the slopes of each one, he reached round behind her and deftly unhooked the bra, letting them fall free - the lace just catching on the hardened nipples. Cupping a breast he bit lightly on a nipple, making her gasp. Squeezing the soft globes harder, he began to suck, tonguing the rock hard bud as it was clamped between his lips.
Pushing her back on the bed, he pulled down her tight jeans, revealing her lacy shorts. "Your pussy looks so pretty in those panties. Just like I imagined it...." As she lay there with her arms back over her head, he bent down towards the lace, taking in the musky scent of her excitement. He planted a kiss on her mound, through the lace, and then another at the top of her slit. Taking the fabric between his teeth, he pulled it tight against her, the seam digging into her slit, rubbing against her clit, making her groan and wriggle with pleasure.
Peering closely, he could see how wet they had gotten, the lace now clinging to her every crease. As his tongue began to probe at the slightly rucked up material, he could feel the soft yielding folds beneath, and the heat coming from her hole.
Standing up suddenly, he reached over to the sidetable and took two silk scarves. Grabbing her arms he slid her up the bed, and tied her hands to the headboard, before hooking his fingers into the waist of her panties and peeling them down her legs. She lay before him, flat on her back, pussy exposed and glistening.
"I owe you a quick one," he grinned, before bending down to press the tip of his tongue into her sodden hole. As he sucked her inner lips, he marvelled at how smooth and slick they were, how sweet her juices were on them. Eager for more of her, he pressed a finger against her hole, eliciting a few more drops of her nectar which he hastily lapped. She was moaning now, her hips writhing in pleasure but also frustration - she was desperate for some attention to her clit, and finally he gave in to her, taking it between his fingers and giving a little squeeze.
As he began to tongue the little bud in a steady circular motion her hips began to rock to the same rhythm, encouraging him to keep going. Looking up he could see her eyes closed, face scrunched up as she focussed on her impending orgasm. Her arms stretched out, holding her still, her breasts moving on her chest as her breathing increased and her hips rocked.
"Are you ready to cum for me?"
