The flickering candles were spread throughout the darkened bedroom creating a romantic atmosphere. A narrow shaft of light filtered through the barely open door from the adjoining sitting room that was part of the hotel suite.
She sat on the edge of the bed with her trembling hands in her lap, pensively staring at the sliver of light that penetrated the darkened bedroom from the adjoining sitting room of the suite. The entire suite was silent. She anxiously waited to see or hear some indication that the other man they had met online had arrived for their long-awaited tryst.
She tried to focus on her breathing, hoping to subdue her trembling body. The trembling came in intermittent waves as she nervously contemplated his arrival. Sometimes her entire body shivered uncontrollably as though she were freezing.
Could he tell how nervous she was? She looked over at him in the chair. He was quietly sitting in the corner, shrouded in darkness, just as they agreed. He was anxiously waiting too, the whites of his eyes visible in the candlelight. This night had been the subject of their pillow talk countless times, and now it was finally happening.
From his chair in the corner, he watched her sit with her legs clasped tightly together in her black satin kimono with her hands clasped in her lap. He could see that she was trembling, often shaking uncontrollably. He could see her excitement. He was excited too. The anticipation was deliciously excruciating for both of them, he thought to himself.
They had arrived at the hotel early, and he had lit the candles and made the room ready while she showered and prepared herself. After he had lit the candles and turned on the sexy saxophone music to set the atmosphere, he wandered to the bathroom door and leaned against it, watching her as she finished doing her hair and her makeup. She took her time. Her hands were trembling.
He watched her apply rouge to her lips, nipples and outer labia, just as they had discussed many times before as they lay in bed fantasizing about this night. Finally, he watched as she placed the diamond studded gold rods through her pierced nipples and labia. She turned and smiled at him self-consciously. She was ready.
She placed the black kimono over her naked body and moved to sit at the foot of the bed, just as they had always imagined she would do. He took his place on the club chair in the corner, after quickly disrobing and putting on the bathrobe from the closet. He hoped she might want to go farther than they had previously agreed.
They still had time before the man would arrive. They both sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. There was nothing left to say. They had already talked it through, reassuring each other this was what they both wanted, and it was.
All that was left now was the anxious waiting, as they both conjured images of what she would be doing with the stranger they had never met before. He watched her intently from across the room. She could feel his eyes. As they continued to wait, the hands on his wristwatch seemed to move more slowly. Occasionally, they shot each other a glance, looking to each other for more reassurance.
Finally, she heard a noise from the other room and saw a shadow move past the shaft of light from the barely open door. Her heart raced. She could hear a rustling sound from the other room. He was undressing, just as they had asked him to do. He would come to her naked.
It had been up to her to pick the man, the right man, the one who could fill her with desire, and then with his huge manhood too. And he would watch from the chair in the corner. They had finally found a website where they could hook-up with a willing partner, and she had spent weeks looking for just the right man. And she eventually found him. Now he was here.
She and the man had talked on the phone to make the arrangements and to break the ice. He knew what she wanted and what she was willing to do...maybe everything.
She glanced nervously at the man in the chair. He had encouraged her to go all the way, to not hold back. He wanted to watch her do it all. He wanted to hear her sighs, her whimpers, her moans. He wanted to experience the thrill of watching the man fill her with his monstrous muscle as she cried out in ecstasy as her body writhed beneath him or as she rode him with erotic abandon.
She had explained the scenario to the man over the phone, the fantasy that had been the subject of their pillow talk for years. She made sure he knew what to do and when to do it.
She looked up when she saw the light switched off in the outer room and the door open. Her eyes got big as the naked man stood silhouetted in the doorway. He was even taller than she had imagined. His online photos didn't do him justice.
His online profile said he was six foot six and 240 pounds. He had wide shoulders and a chiseled torso with rippling muscles all over his hairy chest. His long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail behind his head. His stomach was flat, and his legs and buttocks were just as muscular as his well-tanned upper body.
Her eyes were drawn to his impressive penis. It was just as advertised on his internet bio page. His giant muscle hung down to the middle of his muscular thighs and it was as big around as her own forearm. And the circumcised head was as big as her own clenched fist.
He was standing right in front of her now as she sat on the edge of the bed continuing to tremble in anticipation. She grew lightheaded. She continued to stare at his impressive muscle and began to question whether she could get it all in any of her holes. But she was more than willing to try. There was no turning back now.
"You can touch it," said the man, breaking the tense silence. His voice was confident, deep, and manly.
She looked up at him, smiling but hesitant. He had known what she was thinking. That was a good sign she decided. She reached out and took it in her soft hands and began to stroke it, coaxing it to life.
"It likes to be licked and sucked too!" encouraged the man.
She looked over at the chair in the corner and he nodded his head approvingly, excitedly. He knew that was the answer she wanted, the encouragement she needed.
Both her hands encircled the growing muscle, and she began licking and kissing the huge knob as she surrounded it with her lips, willing it into her too small mouth. Slowly she sucked it between her stretched lips and eventually to the back of her mouth and then down her throat as she bobbed up and down on it, struggling to take it down her tight throat.
"You are very talented," said the man encouragingly. "Most women can't do that."
Enjoying the compliment, she redoubled her efforts and impaled herself on his sword until she felt his pubic hairs tickling her nose. He moaned as she withdrew to breath before swallowing him again.
Looking at the chair in the corner out of the corner of her eye, she could see that his robe was pulled open now and he had his own penis in his hand, stroking it as he watched her intently. She felt a new surge of lust.
"Stand up and face the corner," said the man, "so he can watch too."
She stood as she had been told and watched the man on the chair in the corner as he stroked his erect shaft. He was breathing hard. He was excited too.
He looked back at her and could see her chest heaving in and out. She looked unsteady on her feet, as though she were about to swoon. He watched as the tall muscular man stood behind her and peeled away her robe.
He watched as her body stiffened. He sensed that she could feel the man's hard erect penis pressed against the bare flesh on her lower back. He was sure of it. Her eyes were huge with anticipation as the man's huge hands began to explore her body.
As the man began to knead her heaving breasts, he could see how hard her nipples were. The man's huge hands were gently kneading her breasts and she sighed as she fell back against his hairy chest. The man kissed and licked his way up her neck until he found her open mouth.
She sighed loudly one more time before his tongue disappeared inside her mouth as they engaged in a frenzied wet kiss. Her hands were around his neck and her delicate hands were threaded through his hair.
He watched from the corner as her trembling body wiggled and writhed against the man behind her, encouraging him to explore her hot bare flesh, to sate her desires, to take her and use her.
The man was whispering in her ear now, but just loud enough to be heard from where he sat in the corner of the room. The man was forcing her right hand to her furry pussy.
"Make love to yourself, while we watch," said the well-endowed man as she felt him pressing his rock-hard shaft into her back as he licked her ear.
The man looked over at the full-length mirrors on the front of the nearby closet. He could see their reflection as her slender index and middle fingers disappeared inside her. Her pelvis rocked forward sexily to meet her own invading fingers. She let out an impassioned sigh.
Her online bio hadn't been lying, the man thought to himself. She as a ten. He had satisfied the fantasies and carnal needs of many fortyish women and most of them showed the wear and tear of indulgent lives.
These fortyish women had breasts that no longer defied gravity and stretch marks that belied childbirth. They also tended to carry a few extra pounds and the curves of their bodies were no longer as pronounced. But most of them were still attractive and desirable women by any measure.
But not this one! She was gorgeous. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn she was in her late twenties or early thirties. Her body was toned and tanned. Her impressive breasts were straight from 90210 and the way she sat and stood up straight with her shoulders back told him that she was proud of them.
Her online bio listed her as 37-24-36, five foot eight and a trim 127 pounds. Her raven black hair was now in a tight bun at the back of her head, no doubt to facilitate their lovemaking. But her online photos showed that it ordinarily flowed down to the middle of her back and over her impressive breasts. To describe her as a raven-haired beauty was an understatement.
When they had kissed, he had looked into her dazzling blue eyes, a rarity for women with jet black hair such as hers. But even in the candlelight he could see that they were not contacts. She was that rare dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty and made all the more enticing because they were a window into her lustful and wicked soul. Her eyes yearned for more, even as they betrayed her fear. Her ambivalence was delicious.
