The lights of Nashville shine through my windshield as I drive the last hour to our set meeting place. I started this trip over 15 hours ago right after getting off of an 8 hour shift at the factory, so I am tired, but still the excitement of seeing you, and the Metallica CD blasting from the player are keeping me awake. The smell in the truck of Stetson on my shaven cheeks and neck is mixed with the smell of the chocolates I have purchased for you on the way down at a small convenience store. As the last song of the CD blares out to a close, I stop singing and concentrate on the last few miles. I sneak one of the chocolates from the heart and discard the wrapper so as not to show the space in the box. I wonder if you’ll notice the cherries on my breath.
Losing concentration a little I have warm thoughts of you waiting for me in the hotel, like you had mentioned you would be before I left. The picture of you ‘naked and waiting’ as you has laughed about stirs a bulge in my jeans again as it had many times on this trek. This time I feel the bulge straining out of my bikini underwear, a little larger than previous times, as I approach the hotel we have planned to rendezvous at.
As I pull up to the office I shake off the thoughts so as not to embarrass myself in front of the cashier. As the swelling recedes I climb out of the truck and stretch my heavy legs and working the cramps out of my back walk to the front desk. “Room key reserved for Dragon," I say knowing you have left me a key to the room you are in. “217," she says smiling, knowing full well the circumstances behind the beautiful woman’s reservations and hour earlier and the license plates from states away.
“217," I think ”at least it has a lucky 7 in it”. I bound up the stairs forgetting the weariness in my legs from the long drive. My heart pounding out its anticipation on the moments to come, I slip the key in and open the door.
The lights are very low, just one lamp illuminates your figure lying on the bed in a towel. Your legs are spread slightly. Your jaw dropped just enough to let me hear the soft rasp of your breath, faintly fatigued as if you had just engaged in something strenuous. A smile lightly dawns your lips but still you seem to be sound asleep. I close the door and slip up to you.
I gaze at the beautiful woman before me, much more real than I might be ready for, much more sexy than I had imagined. I watch you sleep for what seems like hours but only a minute passes. My first instinct is to wake you immediately, but then suddenly I decide not to. I have a better idea.
The previous swelling occurring in my crotch has returned. I am thinking warm and tasty thoughts. I quietly remove my shirt and pants so as not to wake you. I decide to keep the bikini undies on so as not to seem TOO forward, but I still have my intentions. I slide onto the bed next to you, still careful not to waken you. I softly press my lips to yours as I run my hand up your leg to your exposed mound under the towel. As your eyes ease open I see the initial shock of wondering who has invaded your space followed by the soft glow of happiness in them when you realize I am here. I gently brush my hand up your pubic hair feeling the dampness from the shower before laying my hot nervous palm on your belly. “I am here sweetie. I have missed you so…” before I finish my sentence your lips are on mine again hungrily delving into my mouth with your soft tongue. Franticly kissing and hugging me, your happiness to see me overwhelms us both and it is almost a minute before we both realize we are wearing very little. Suddenly your reckless kissing stops and a gasp issues from your throat. Your kisses become softer, more focused and your hands begin exploring my chest and neck. I too snap into a sexier frame of mind feeling each kiss get softer and wetter as we start to neck and caress.
I peel your towel away exposing your bare body to me and cupping each breast in my hand, I lick little circles around your nipples, taking turns keeping each one standing firm under my hot breath. Shivers run down your tummy into your crotch. You feel the stirring between your legs. Your hand pops back the elastic on my underwear setting free my raging hard-on. You grab at it trying to feel how solid it has become, wanting it inside you now, knowing the wait will be more delicious though.