Quietly she looked out the window one more time. There was no movement from the street beyond. She looked at her watch, it was just past noon, he was supposed to arrive at noon but these things are unpredictable.
Will he show? Did he change his mind? How long should she wait? Worse yet, what if he does show? What will he look like? How will they get past that awkward first moment? Her thoughts raced back to the events that lead her here, his passionate letters, their all too brief phone conversations. His voice was warm and friendly, yet a hint of raw sexuality. Will they kiss first, what will his lips feel like?
Suddenly she hears a noise outside the hotel room; she straightens her dress and glances around the room, quickly kicking her shoes under the bed. She pulls back the curtain and peers out. No. It is just a truck-driver checking in all bleary eyed and stumbling. She sits back down and looks at her watch, 12:25...
She goes to the restroom unable to sit for even a few moments, each second that the anticipation builds. She checks her makeup, will he notice? Will he find her attractive? βGod, what in the hell was she thinking...maybe this is a bad ideaβ. She suddenly decides that she can no longer wait nor can she leave. Frozen in indecision...she hears a car door close, this time...very close. Footsteps and now... a knock, soft but insistent.
She goes to the door and looks out the peephole...it must be him, a stranger's face yet vaguely familiar. She opens the door, he rushes in and embraces her. His strong arms encircling her tightly as his lips find hers with hot electricity...passion.... Finally they break, "HoneyComb, I presume?" he asks with a laugh.
"And if I was not?" she says, "how would you take back that kiss?"
"Sorry I'm late, got a ticket. Guess I had something else on my mind." He flashes a quick grin and suddenly kisses her again, this time less urgent and more deliberate. A kiss like he really means it. His hands drop to her waist and then her butt as his tongue finds hers.
He is wearing Dockers and a button shirt, she in a light dress. They break, both breathless. Her thoughts of changing her mind lost in the heat. "You want a drink or should we get down to business...?" she laughingly asks. "I'm too hot to stop now. "he says "Maybe business, a drink, and more business?" Once again he pulls her to him, his lips hard against hers his mouth parts and his tongue finds it way delicately in her mouth. His hands run up and down her back caressing her gently as his tongue continues to probe her mouth. She feels his hardness against her hip as she struggles to focus on the myriad of sensations all happening at once.
She feels her bra suddenly come undone. "gawd", she thinks, "how did he do that...?" his hand rubs the area once covered by the bra and her dress becomes unzipped. Realizing she is behind the pace she works to retrieve the upper hand. She squeezes his butt with one hand and deftly unbuckles his pants with the other. Working the pants button she can now reach into his pants and her hand finds his hardness. He moans and loses his concentration for a brief second.
He helps her out of her dress as she pushes his pants and underwear to the floor. His dick pops free as she pushes slightly on his chest. He has no choice but to fall backwards, his pants constrict his feet and the bed hits the back of his knees. As his butt lands on the bed she drops to her knees and catches his manhood between her lips.
He has definitely lost the initiative she thinks to herself. The battle is won but the war rages on...
No hope for recovery now, he realizes. Defeat never felt so good. Lost now to the sensations as she takes him fully in her mouth he leans back and hold on to the moment.
Fully in charge again, her attention to the task increases and she begins her work in earnest. She begins licking the head around like the ice cream cone she once promised him. She feels his passion rise and she squeezes his butt with her hands. Softly she licks down the side of the shaft and to his balls. Taking first on then the other into her mouth. Back up the other side of the shat to encircle the tip once again as he moans...
His hips thrust slightly and she can feel him tighten. She remembers what he said..."I got a ticket, must have been thinking about something else..." If he has been anticipating and thinking about this for three hundred miles then he may be really close already. She reaches under the bed for the secret weapon she had stashed before...
A bottle of flavored oil. Still licking quietly she pours a little oil in her hands to make them slick and rubs them along his shaft and balls. One hand begins the slow upward and downward stokes along his shaft and the other caresses his balls and the soft area toward the crack of his ass. Moaning loudly now, the multiple sensations increasing. Lips encircling the tip, a slick hand stoking the shaft, and now a finger pressing against his sphincter. It eases in and the pressure begins building.
She feels his excitement mount and increases the intensity in all three areas, her mouth sucking and licking, her one hand stroking ever harder and the one finger moving in and out of his ass, finding the prostate.
He begins to moan and tells her that he can't control it, he is going to come. Smiling and continuing, she thinks "what do I seem, stupid?, I can tell...evil grin" He tries to pull away to keep from coming in her mouth but he can't really move with her hands and mouth occupied as they are.
She tastes the first bit of cum and feels the balls tighten. She readies herself for what is bound to be a flood. Deep breath..and one final surge of activity.
He fills her mouth and she greedily swallows. What a flood, it keeps coming and coming until he is trying to pull away and still...
She sucks each drop until he can no longer move. She lifts up and smiles at him as he has collapsed completely on the bed. He wearily lifts his head.