As I waited in the hotel room preparing for his arrival, I let my mind wander. It has been over a year since we met that rainy Wednesday in New York City. As I stepped into the shower, I thought back to that day and all that had happened since.
I remembered the way he looked the day we met. He was 24 years old, tall around 6'2" with a beautiful chocolate complexion. He had such nice teeth and a warm smile that I was drawn to him immediately and knew that I would have him. When we first met, I was nervous. However, the sparkle in his eyes and his laugh were almost childlike and made me feel instantly at ease.
I was 35, horny, and just out of a dull relationship with an older man who bored me to tears. I was ready to try someone new, younger, with more stamina and passion. It had been several months since I had sex, and I was ready for some action. I needed to get laid, and he seemed like the perfect candidate. My vacation fling was attractive and I thought he was good looking enough to fuck and enjoy a quick one-night stand with. He was a younger man, with a nice body and I knew he would fuck me well. He was the perfect vacation fling and I was on a mission!
We went out for a quick beer and then back to my hotel for a quickie. He soon served his purpose, and I came hard on his big black dick. I thought I'd never talk to him again, but strangely enough after I went home from my vacation we became phone friends and got to know each other on a different, deeper level. I discovered that even though we couldn't be more different in backgrounds and interests we were never at a loss for words or great conversation. I found myself looking forward to our talks and loved to share things with him that I had never shared with other men before. There was something special about his personality and sense of humor that continued to pull me closer with each conversation. He was intelligent and knew far more about the world then I ever expected. He was my addiction and my drug and I couldn't stay away.
Often our conversations turned sexual and I found myself sharing my desires with him and occasionally we would exchange fantasies during phone sex. Through our talks, I learned that I was interested in being dominated and desperately wanted to submit myself to him in every way. I often found myself fantasizing about him throughout the day while at work or out with friends. Through his words and thoughts he was able to bring out a side in me that I did not know existed. I was always in control in all areas of my life and I soon discovered that I craved the idea of being submissive to him and becoming all that he wanted and desired sexually. He is one of the few men that have the innate ability to understand women and what they think, need, feel and want. I felt that somehow he knew what my body and mind needed better than I did sometimes. He instinctively knew that the way into a woman's body and heart is through her mind and whether he knew it or not he had me hooked.
As I dried off from my shower, I generously applied my Victoria's Secret lotion all over my tanned, freshly shaved body. I turned to look in the mirror to admire my body and my ass, which was voluptuous, thick, and had a nice caramel color to it. As I applied the lotion to my 38F breasts, I felt my hands go across my nipples and I pinched them and shuddered with the thought of his hands touching and caressing them soon. As I imagined feeling his hands touching my body, I noticed that my thighs were quickly becoming wet with anticipation from the thought of seeing him again and feeling his touch.
Even though I was trying to save my first orgasm for him, I had myself so worked up in such a frenzy that I knew I needed to find release. I laid down on the hotel bed and spread my thighs open and put the two fingers from my left hand into my pussy and began rubbing my clit with my right hand. I imagined that I was on my knees pleasuring him and feeling his big black cock slide down my throat. He was fucking my face in a way that left me gagging and in pain but yet wanting more—needing more. I wanted to feel him grab my head and pull it into his cock so that I would take every inch of him in my mouth. I wanted to look up and see the pleasure in his face as I gagged, spit and slobbered all over his big black dick. As I rubbed my clit faster, I could feel the wetness from my pussy run down to my inner thighs as I imagined pleasuring him. I soon felt my body shudder, toes curl, and body tighten as I imagined him coming and releasing himself all over my face. As I lay there on the bed I could feel how flushed my face had become and I could hear my heart pounding underneath my breasts.
Then I heard a three knocks on the door...oh shit! He's early! I had no time to dress, and was quite flustered by his early arrival. I jumped up and went to answer the door with my long brown hair still wet from the shower and dripping down my shoulders and large breasts.
As I flung open the door, his eyes registered shock—then surprise—then excitement to see me standing there naked. We exchanged quick "hellos" and then he quickly lunged towards me and slammed me up against the wall of the hotel room as the door fell closed. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and he kissed me and grabbed a fist full of my hair from the back of my head and looked at me deep in my eyes. He began to bite and suck hard on my nipples, twisting them with his fingers in a way that left me breathless and pleasured but yet in pain. He put two fingers into my pussy and was shocked at how wet I was and he could feel my cum leaking out of my pussy.