I checked my watch again; she was only five minutes late, but it was enough to make me nervous. I tried to relax, leaned on the bar and sipped at my drink, not looking at the door too often. She'd get here; maybe her flight was delayed a little, or maybe she was held up at the airport, I thought.
You wouldn't blame me for being nervous; I'd known this woman for a year or so, I knew her intimately, I'd had sex with her in every conceivable position, and some inconceivable ones, I'd been seeing her behind her husband and my wife's collective backs since we met, but I'd never looked in her eyes, never touched her skin - a fact I'd be changing shortly. I couldn't help but feel flattered though; Gina obviously thought enough of me personally, and as a cyber-lover, to risk this real meeting, to go to the trouble of arranging a hotel room for the weekend for us both while my wife was visiting relatives down south, so we could finally experience each other in the flesh, finally whisper sweet nothings in each others' ears while we fucked the night away like rabbits.
Our online sex life was certainly amazing; I'd never been this horny since I was a teenager, she seemed to bring something out in me. As soon as I saw her (well, saw her entering the chatroom, at least) I wanted to drag her somewhere private, throw her down and fuck the colour out of her hair. And we did, as often as we could, on the computer and even on a few memorable occasions over the phone. Plus, we could talk to each other, we had a great natural chemistry. Not to mention, the most awkward phase had gone very well - the exchange of photos. Each of us had been a bit nervous of disappointing the other, but to my relief I got a picture attachment in my e-mail of a sexy, curvy blonde with come-to-bed eyes, a luscious mouth and a great body, and she obviously thought I wasn't too bad looking, because - well, you don't go out of your way when on an overseas business trip to meet an online lover at a quiet hotel unless you really want to, do you?
I should tell you a little about myself....my name's Griffin but all my friends call me Griff. I've been a firefighter for about 6 years now, and it has the double pleasure of being a great, rewarding job which also gets me more than my fair share of female attention. It's the uniform that gets most of the attention, to be fair, though I don't think I'm too bad looking...i'm about 5'9, with short dark hair, dark eyes, a goatee beard and a pretty fit, well built body (perk of the job). For this assignation, I'd dressed in a pair of casual black trousers with a dark grey shirt open at the neck. I'd packed a change of clothes though, which were waiting in the room upstairs, as I anticipated some ripping. We had both been waiting for this for a long time, after all.
Just as I was thinking this, fate decided not to make me wait any longer; Gina entered the small hotel bar, looking around a little anxiously. She was looking incredibly sexy, her petite curvy body clothed in a black blouse opened to reveal an impressive cleavage, with a knee length skirt which hugged her firm thighs, slit up far enough to expose black lacy stocking tops. I looked her up and down and smiled as I saw that she was wearing what she'd called her 'fuck-me' boots.....sexy black leather boots, almost knee-high and with stacked heels. To me she looked like sex on legs, and my cock immediately sprang to life in my boxers, twitching and swelling at the sight of her.
I waited till her cool blue eyes settled on mine, and saw a wide smile spread across that pretty face, her lips full and red. She sashayed over to me in the almost-deserted bar, her hips swinging, and I was filled with the sudden desire to find out exactly what lingerie she was wearing under that slinky outfit (she's an executive for a lingerie company, so gets a lot of free samples, and she'd promised to bring her favourites along to show me). She slid up to me at the bar, catlike, her eyes dancing and her lips wet. Then that voice which I'd head in my ear over the phone, panting and moaning its way to orgasm, rang out, low and breathy:
"Hello there, stranger. Come here often?"
My Gina and her games. I decided to play along, toying with my glass and smiling into those sexy eyes. "Actually, I'm waiting for someone. My lover. But don't tell my wife."
"Naughty boy," Gina said girlishly, an evil smile on her blow-job lips. "Can I keep you company till the lucky lady gets here?"
I looked around the empty bar. "Well, it's a bit too crowded in here, how about you join me in my room? It's the top floor suite, very luxurious."
"How can I refuse?" Gina cooed, linking her arm through mine. I swear I felt a jolt of electricity shoot from her skin to mine as we brushed together. This was going to be a hell of a weekend. "Lead the way, handsome."
As soon as we stepped into the tiny elevator and the doors closed behind us, I pinned Gina to the wall, my mouth seeking out hers, wet and hungry. I ran my hands all over those delicious curves as she moaned into my mouth, her tongue wrestling with mine, sharing frenzied breaths. She broke off long enough to pant "Oh God Griff I've been waiting so long for this..." before she kissed me again, hungry and hot.
I ground my throbbing hardon into her and she moaned louder, full of lust and anticipation for what we were both about to experience after so long. My hands cupped and massaged her firm juicy tits through her thin blouse and her nipples stiffened like little bullets under my nimble fingers, hard and aching to be exposed to the air. One of her legs slid up and around my waist and Gina ground her crotch into mine, breathing hard and trying to devour my tongue.
Just then we heard a tuneless bing! and the elevator arrived at our floor. The room we'd rented was the only one on this floor, so as to avoid unnecessary interruptions to our weekend of sex, so we stumbled out of the elevator, still kissing hungrily, Gina wrapped around my waist and grinding against me, licking and sucking my neck. I slid the key home in the lock and we tumbled in, somehow finding our way to the massive 4-poster bed, collapsing back onto it in a passionate heap. I immediately tore her blouse open with a loud RRIIIIPPPPP!, to a squeal of pleasure from Gina. I pulled the tatters of her blouse off, then the same with her skirt......RRRIIIIIIPPPPP!!!!! I thought she was going to cum already, the way she was moaning and panting.
She lay before me now in the lingerie I knew she'd picked out for this moment; a very sexy black lacy bra which showed off her tits to perfection, a pair of miniscule black panties barely concealing her shaved mound, her black stockings and boots. She knew I'd want her to keep those stockings and boots on while I fucked her; like I said, she knew me very well.
