Already my heart was racing and my pussy wet.
Nervously, I walked into the kitchen and abruptly announced I was meeting an old high school friend at the bar down the street. I was halfway out the door before my sister replied with a puzzled, "Ok."
I scraped off the car, got it warm, and drove off slowly. A slight hill getting out of the neighborhood spun the tires of the old Nissan sedan I was borrowing from my stepdad.
I got on to the 4-lane highway gently. Going a mere 30 mph, I drove the five miles to the hotel. Stopped for two bottles of cava and a six pack from the liquor store, and potato chips and jerky from a gas station that was the only food-related store I could find along the route.
I pulled in to the hotel parking lot and he was waiting for me in his car. He helped me with the bags and took my arm to help me across the snow-covered sideway leading to the back hotel entrance.
My heart was beating out of my chest at this point. He looked amazingly sexy. Puffy coat, navy blue collared sweater, dark jeans, plaid pub cap, brown boots, light green eyes melting me in the elevator.
We got into room 243, dropped the bags, and took off our coats and shoes. I popped the cava. He was already chatting me up hard when we sat on the couch with our wine. My mouth was frozen shut. I couldn't believe I was about to do what I was about to do. A man I had known for years, flirted with, laughed with, wanted to fuck was right here for the taking after all that time.
He kept asking me why I wasn't talking. Without a word, I just leaned in to his big, soft lips. I felt like he swallowed me whole. I grabbed the back of his smooth head and pressed in hard. His tongue played in my mouth. His hands ran over my jeans.
"I want to taste you."
He grabbed me by the ankles and slid me on to my back on the L portion of the couch. I unbuckled my belt bucket, unzipped and he reached in grabbing the tops of my jeans and sliding them down to reveal the tattooed garden planted on my hips.
He grabbed my ass from underneath and put his head between my thighs. His tongue lapped my clit soft and slow. My back arched. I grabbed my hair and closed my eyes.
He took me to the brink.
Then paused and put one hand under my knees and the other under my back, lifted me off the couch as if I was a feather, carried me across the room, and gently placed me on the bed.
He pushed my knees open and buried his face again. I came hard, fast, quick.
Rubbing my thighs and tits, he watched me twitch and squirm as I came down from my high.
"Smoke break?"