I had just gotten out of an affair.
Truth be told, in hindsight, I was only in it to satisfy a sexual need. Fucking him had been great. Passionate and deep. He always made me come over and over again. We both liked it a lot. But I needed out, needed something else, something different.
The first few days after the break up I was depressed and confused, I was losing a friend and confident as well as a lover. But then something clicked, it was the sex I needed not the man.
As the days went by, I became distracted, every man on the street presented a sexual opportunity that could happen if I just made the first move. But my shyness prevented it.
I began to read erotic fiction again, browse on line forums for horny men, I was constantly horny and desirous.
The first guy I wrote to wanted an insatiable nympho to fuck for hours, I thought that would be a good start. He wrote back instantly and sent a picture of himself. He was handsome if not entirely my type, but I knew I could happily fuck him.
I had found a new sense of adventure in exchanging emails with him, everytime I wrote to him I needed to masturbate afterwards, and I came each time like a champion.
I started to chat on line with men and tell them how much I needed their big cocks in my mouth, this was well received and my confidence grew. I couldn't go a day without masturbating at least twice, sometimes filming myself to see how hot I looked as I fucked my vibrator. It was such a turn on. On occasion I would open the curtains wide and walk around my house naked, hoping my neighbours would see me and whether man or woman, would find me hot and sexy enough to touch themselves, I wanted to be their little secret. I knew at least one of them had seen me fuck my lover. I liked thinking about how much of a turn on that would be for them. I wanted to be seen.
I met the guy from online for drinks at a cocktail bar in Manhattan.
By the time we met, I was so turned on at the prospect of having sex with a stranger that I had already booked a hotel room. It was somewhere I had always wanted to stay, A trendy hotel with floor to ceiling windows. Would I have the nerve to fuck with the curtains open? I really hoped I did. This was a long-standing fantasy and this would be an opportunity to act out the fantasy with someone who was as insatiable as me.
The drinks went down well and quickly, we talked about ourselves a little, but not giving too much away about our private lives. We did not know each others real names. This made it more titillating and seemed safer.
When we got to the subject of sex we were by now a little tipsy and feeling brave. He told me how attracted he was to me, and how he wanted to squeeze my tit as he slipped a hand up my dress to my moist pussy. I was indeed moist by this stage and could see his cock grow as he spoke. I stood for a moment to get the bar tenders attention, as I did, my right hand quietly moved back and rubbed his cock through his trousers. He was hard as a rock and throbbing and let out a little gasp as my hand traced the length of it, slowly and deliberately. His cock was big and I wanted it inside me.
My pussy was practically on fire. I could feel my panties sticking to my pussy I was so wet.
I turned around to him as he sat on the bar stool, and rubbed my crotch into his knee, slowly, secretly. Our eyes were locked in an intense hungry stare. He could see my wetness seep through the fabric of my black silk dress and my braless nipples getting hard. I pulled away and regained my composure as best I could.
We ordered drinks, I wondered when I should approach the subject of the hotel. As hungry as we both were for each other, this was still a new experience.
I told him how I had masturbated everytime after writing to him, he thought this was extremely hot and said he would like to watch me do that sometime. This was my cue, I said "how about in 20 minutes?" We paid our check, this would be our little naughty adventure.
We were within walking distance of the hotel, it was still bright out and the warm breeze was making my pussy and my nipples tingle as my dress sashayed around the naked skin beneath.
He pushed me into an dark doorway and kissed me passionately and deeply, it took my breath away, then I felt his hand lift up my dress and rub my soaking clit, he inserted a finger deep within me. God it felt so good to have a man be so daring and confident. I wanted him to finger fuck me right there and then. But I pushed him away, I wanted to keep him hot and bothered. We laughed as we both knew we were in for one hell of a night.
We got to the hotel and checked in, I told them we were celebrating a new beginning and asked them to send up 2 bottles of chilled champagne and fresh cream and strawberries. The look in the concierges eye told me he knew exactly what was going on. He said he would send up somebody as soon as possible.
As we got in the elevator, I dropped the straps of my dress so that he could see my breasts in all their glory. He immediately cupped them firmly and sucked on my nipples.
The room was beautiful, with a free standing bathtub in the middle, and a king size bed facing the large naked window. He was impressed. We looked in awe at the view for a few minutes, feeling the intensity of the situation grow in unison.
He stood behind me, his hands started to explore my body through the silk.
He rubbed my tits with a strong firm hand as his other hand found its way between my legs. His hand rubbed my wet hot pussy as I began to moan. He turned me around and pressed me against the glass as he lifted my dress to expose my ass to the people below us. This was exactly how I imagined it. He removed my dress and I stood there with only my panties, stockings and suspenders covering me. He stood back to stare at me with hungry passionate eyes. He could see my lust.
I started to undress him, slowly starting with his shirt, biting his nipples and running my nails all over his skin.
