This if for my IM buddy. Hope you like it.
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My flight landed in Florida in the early afternoon. I'm so excited. Not only to meet you, but at the idea of all the things you'll do to me, all the things we talked about online.
You pick me up at the airport and we just grin at each other like kids, all the way to your car. You put my suitcase in your trunk and steal a quick kiss while the trunk's up, giving us a little privacy. I love having your big body so close, finally, and I can feel my panties getting damp.
You open the passenger door for me, like a gentleman, then quickly jog over to the drivers' side and jump in. Pretty soon, we're on the highway and you're telling me about the hotel room you booked for us. I just smile. As long as there's a nice big bed, I really don't care about the rest of it.
While you're talking to me, I sit quietly, listening. I reach a hand out and place it on your knee. Your leg jerks a little at my touch and I know you're as wound up as I am. My smile turns into a wicked grin, and I let my hand slide up to the top of your thigh, the tips of my fingers brushing your fly.
We stop at a light and you slide your hand over my knee, pushing my skirt up a little. Suddenly, the light changes and you reluctantly turn your attention back to the road, but I can see your eyes darting back to my skirt. I decide to have some fun. Placing my hand flat on my thigh, I slowly pull my skirt up with my fingers. Inch by inch my skirt goes higher and higher up my leg and you can start to see my stockings, then the beginning of my garter belt straps. You let out a sigh as I pull the side of my skirt all the way up, so you can see my black lace panties.
I mention, laughing, that you're going too fast on the highway and you make an effort to slow down, your eyes still glancing at my lap. Deciding that I'm over doing things, I tug my skirt back down. You groan in protest, but I just laugh, promising that you'll get the full view soon enough.
Ten minutes later, you pull the car into the parking lot of a well know, modest, hotel. You already checked in, so we could go straight to the room. You can't get my suitcase out of the trunk fast enough and we practically run into the lobby, heading straight to the elevator.
We jump to the back of the elevator as it quickly feels up with people. I'm standing so close; I'm practically plastered to your side. I feel your large hand on my ass, feel you give me a gentle little squeeze, and I feel a shudder course through me. My lips are pressed together, trying not to draw attention to us, as you push a finger between my ass cheeks. I look up at you and you wink. I can tell from the look in your eyes that you're going to have your way with me the second we get into the room, and I feel a bolt of excitement.
Finally, the elevator stops at our floor and we rush off, walking quickly down the hall to our room. The minute the door closes, you push me against the wall, but you don't kiss me. You just use your body to push me against the wall, letting me feel the bulge in your jeans pressing against my stomach.
I try to kiss you, but you spin me around so I'm facing the wall. Now you're pressing in between my ass cheeks and I can feel my body pushing against you, trying to get closer. Your hands close over my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples while you kiss my neck, gently biting my earlobe. "Oh God," I let out on a sigh. I try to turn around, but you won't let me.
You grab my wrists and, holding my arms behind me, forcibly walking me into the bathroom, stopping in front of the sink. You let go of my wrists and order me to take off my blouse and bra. I try to do what you tell me, but my hands are shaking so bad from excitement, that I keep fumbling with the buttons of my silk blouse. You slap my ass, telling me to hurry up, but that only makes my shaking worse. Getting impatient, you rip my blouse off and tell me to hurry up and remove my bra, which I quickly do.