I glance at my eye makeup in the rear view mirror for the eighth time since I've pulled into the hotel parking lot. It's too much, I think to myself as I dab at the corners of my eyelids and then reach into my purse for my lip gloss. I'm fifteen minutes early for our meeting, but I couldn't sit at home and fuss over my outfit any longer. After months of steamy chatting and cancelled rendezvous, we'd finally been able to get a weekend away that worked for both of us. Just the thought moistened the sweet spot between my thighs. I lean back in my seat and close my eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to shake away the cloud of sexual tension that was fogging up my mind. My God, I haven't even met this man and look what he does to me! I can't imagine what he'll be like in person . . . and in bed. A devilish smile crosses my lips and I open my eyes only to see your car ease into the parking spot next to mine. Hmmm . . ., he's early too. I'll take that as a good sign. I give you a quick wave and eagerly grab up my purse. Moments later, I'm sitting in the passenger seat next to you, the tension between us crackling like lightening.
"Hi Cassi. It's a real pleasure to finally meet the woman behind the vivid imagination." I turn toward you nervously and give you an excited smile.
"Why thank you Jason, I'm glad you like what you see."
"I know I do." I giggle as you wink at me and put the car in reverse. While you're turned away from me, I take in your full appearance. Black shoes, breezy khakis and a strikingly blue button down shirt that accentuates the playful fire in your eyes. Sexy, but simple . . . I like it. I lick my lips in anticipation and decide that my black heels, black knee-length skirt and thin white peek-a-boo tank top compliment you well. I shift my legs and cross them at the ankles, relaxing a bit. "Were you nervous missy? I promise I won't bite . . . unless asked to." You flash me a sexy grin and my pulse jumps. "So sweetheart, what do you feel like eating tonight? I know what I'm in the mood for." Before I can answer, your hand is on my knee, your thumb running back and forth across my skin. Hot shivers shoot up between my legs and I can already feel the black lace thong I'm wearing getting wet. As you slow the car at a stoplight, your hand moves up my leg, passing the hem of my skirt and meeting the heat between my thighs. I gasp, my mouth parting as my eyes dart over to meet your gaze. Instead of a devilish grin, I'm met with a hungry stare—pure sexual hunger. Your hand creeps farther and farther up my thigh, the slowness of your movement agonizing. Finally, your index finger grazes my wet thong, putting pressure on my clit and sending electricity spiking through my body. My head falls back onto the seat as a low moan passes over my lips. My eyes roll thickly to the right and I notice a man in a pickup at the stoplight with us, his stare not on the light, but on what's going on in your car, his mouth wide. "I said I know what I'm in the mood for, Cassi." Your voice has taken on a huskier tone, but before I can alert you of our audience you curl the thin fabric of my panties around your finger and pull it up into my slit, tantalizing the sensitive folds of my pussy. I cry out in ecstasy as the light turns green. You pull forward, but the man in the pickup is so shocked at what he's seen that it takes him several lengthy honks from the drivers behind him to get him in motion. Finally, I find my voice, unsteady as it is.
"Th-the hooo-ootel. The ho-tel. Hotel." I barely manage to gasp out, your fingers still pulling my thong inside me, your hand flat against my pussy.
"What was that my dear?" Without warning I claw my way to the crotch of your pants and grip your cock, surprised at how hard it is. By now the sex in my voice is completely obvious.
"Take me to the hotel right fucking now!" As I accentuate my final word, I stroke your cock gently through your khakis, feeling you twitch in excitement. I notice your tongue lolling slightly out of the side of your mouth and before I can remark you whip a quick u-turn, pissing off a few people in the other lane, and rev the engine, passing cars like a wild man. The thrill of the fast car ride makes me hot and I arch my back against the seat, my nipples visible through my thin white top. I tighten my grip around your member, stroking gently as your finger slips inside me and draws slow circles around my clit, my thighs beginning to quiver. Just as my breathing becomes shallow, you whip the car into the parking lot and park in the nearest open space, though your car sits a bit kitty-cornered on the lines. As you slam the shifter into park, you turn hastily toward me and kiss me hard, deep. You cradle my face with both your hands and our tongues meet, dancing to the rhythm of the passion between us. It seems to last for hours, but after a few minutes we separate our lips and hands, gasping for breath. I shake my head and straighten my skirt, blinking several times, trying to calm myself enough to walk through the lobby of the hotel and make it to our room. We open the car doors and stand; I notice you adjusting your khakis which does nothing to hide the hard-on I've created for you. As I take a few steps forward, I totter and grip the edge of the car for support, my legs weak from your playing. A wide smile spreads across your lips and the fire in your eyes burns deeper as you come around my side of the car to lend your arm for support.
"Are you going to make it?" You chuckle as you gently lead me with your hand against the small of my back.
"I...I sure as hell hope so or we're about to cause a scene in the lobby." After a few feet I'm surer of my steps and within minutes we're passing through the lobby. You brush a stray strand of my hair from my face and lean in close, your hot breath on my ear.
"I don't think we'll cause a scene in this lobby, but we might in the elevator." You wink at me and I feel my nipples tighten at the thought of you touching me in that tiny space. We reach the bank of elevators just as one comes to a halt in front of us. You lead me inside and press the number five for our floor. I can barely wait for the doors to close before I whip around and press my body hard against you, one of my legs wrapping around your waist. I slowly grind into your crotch, the heat from our bodies warming the small space of the elevator. I wrap my arms around your neck as you take an ass cheek in each hand. My kisses aren't strained or reserved, they're wild and hungry, my tongue twirling around yours and filling your mouth. I unbutton the first two buttons on your shirt as your hands roam from my ass to my waist to inside my shirt, leaving trails of fire on my skin. Through my passion I hear the door of the elevator ding and my eyes fly open. I whip around to stand in front of you, your cock pressed hard against my ass. As the elevator doors slowly open I hear the chatter of young children and before us stands a family of four dressed and ready to go down to the pool. My face instantly reddens as I know my shirt is askew and my hair has gone a little wild.
"H-h-hi." I manage weakly as I take a wobbly step out of the elevator. As I turn to grab your hand I notice the mother giving us a disapproving look up and down, but the father winking at you and grinning like an idiot. That sends me into a fit of giggles as we rush down the hallway to our room.
"Well that wasn't awkward." You comment sarcastically as you fumble with the key in the electronic lock. I giggle again and run my hands all over your back and ass, knowing I'm doing nothing to help you open the door. With sweet release the door finally swings into the room and I rush in first. I'm inches into the room, kicking off my heels, just as I feel you behind me, your hands wrapped around my waist as you slam the door shut hard. I reach behind me to caress your face as you fondle my breasts, tweaking and teasing my nipples. We inch toward the bed as I turn to kiss you again, moaning into your kiss as I feel you find the zipper on my skirt and slide it down around my ankles. Without breaking our lip lock I finish unbuttoning your shirt and start working on your belt. Before I can whip it through your belt loops you raise my skirt over my head and push me playfully down on the bed. I sit up on my elbows, knees together, my whole body tense with excitement. "You sure do like it when I tease that hot little pussy of yours don't you?" you say as you finish undoing your belt and unzipping your fly. A side smile works its way across your mouth and I bite my lower lip and raise my eyebrow, trying to be coy.
