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.
