When I was dressed again, in my slacks and shirt and socks, all sweaty from a night of clubbing, and Naomi was in her clean, comfy, velour tracksuit, we left the room and took the elevator down to the lobby. She turned to me in the elevator and pressed her body into mine, her hands on my chest and bicep, and I leaned down and kissed her. I felt her tits pressing against me, considered smashing the emergency button and stopping the elevator, wondered how long we'd have to fuck before they pried the doors open and saved us.
We walked through the lobby and out to the street, then down a couple blocks to a late night taco truck. As she ordered, standing on her tiptoes at the window, I watched her perfectly-shaped ass pressing out against her pink sweatpants. I could tell the guy taking her order was very into her and very not into me, based on the smile she got and the glare I received. I tipped him well and hoped he'd forgive me.
She'd ordered a few al pastor tacos, I ordered an asada quesadilla, we got chips and guac to round it out, and when it was ready we lugged it back to the hotel. We sat on the bed, the cartons splayed open in front of us, and ate veraciously.
"So...good!" Naomi said.
"L.A. does it best," I said.
"I won't fight you on that."
I looked at her, saw a speck of salsa dripping down her chin.
"Wait a second," I said.
She looked at me, I leaned forward, and I licked the salsa off.
"Ew!" she said, laughing, swatting me away.
"Mm," I said, licking my lips, "tasty."
When we were finished eating, I took the cartons and smushed them into the hotel room's tiny trash can. Then I jumped back on the bed, Naomi fell onto her back, her hair splaying out, and I propped myself on an arm next to her.
I put a hand on her chin, caressed it gently, and leaned down and kissed her. She kissed back, her head lifting off the mattress. We started making out, and I dragged my fingers down her chin, down her neck, down her chest, and onto a breast. I laid my palm flat over it, felt its size and weight through her hoodie, started pushing it slowly around her chest. Her far shoulder lifted slightly toward me, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, her tongue fought back, and I moved my hand off her breast and down around her back and under the waistband of her sweatpants and grabbed her ass. Her body pushed up toward me even harder, her hips writhing, my hand clenched on one cheek.
I pulled my hand out of her pants, rolled over her, grabbed her arms and pushed them over her head, held her wrists against the mattress. I dropped my hips between her thighs and pushed her legs apart and dragged my crotch up against hers. My cock was hardening inside my pants and she moaned into my mouth as it pushed flat against her pelvis, as I started grinding myself against her pussy through her sweatpants. She pushed her hips back against me, increasing the surface area contact between us.
Then I pulled my mouth away from her and rolled off of her. Her expression was wild, in the throes of pleasure. I slid off the bed and her body instinctually followed me, turning onto her knees and crawling to the edge. I turned to face her, started unbuttoning my shirt. She stayed on her hands and knees, stretched like a cat, watching me. I pulled my shirt off, threw it aside. I undid my belt, pulled my slacks down, threw those aside. I kept my briefs on, watched her eyes settle on where my hardening cock was pressing out down my leg.
She rose up off her hands and I wrapped my arms around her and pushed my body up against hers and we started making out again. I could feel every tight curve of her body through the velour. Her hands went down to the waistband of my briefs and she pulled them down, then she dropped away from me, put her hands on the edge of the bed, and brought her head next to my dick.
She dragged her lips along my shaft, from the base to the head, then took it in her mouth and started bobbing back and forth, tugging it out, getting it fully hard. I looked from her gorgeous face up the plane of her back, to the narrow space of bare skin I could see between the hem of her hoodie and the waistband of her sweatpants. I looked at the beautiful curves of her ass, the velour stretched across them.
She came off my dick. "Better than tacos," she said, smiling.
I put one hand on her chin, lifted her face, lifted my dick, and pushed the side of my shaft flat against her cheek. She exhaled, her lips pursed, as I pushed my penis against the side of her face. I ran my fingers over her lips, ran them into her mouth. Her teeth were closed at first, and then she opened her jaw and I pushed my fingers fully between them. I turned them sideways, buried them in her mouth to the second knuckle, and hooked them sideways into her other cheek. Her eyes were wide, staring up at me.
I dragged the head of my dick down her cheek and let it rest just between her lips. Her tongue flicked out at it, I felt it play across my tip. I pulled my hand out from her mouth and her lips closed around my head, she moaned, her eyelids fluttering, and she pushed it further into her mouth. She started sucking on it again, her lips wrapped tight around my girth, taking half of me with each bounce forward. Sometimes she'd twist her head as she came forward, looking up at me, my dick pushing out against her cheek.
She blew me for a few minutes then pulled up and off of it, inhaling deeply, her open mouth curling into a smile. She rose up onto her knees, I put my hands around her waist, and I lifted her off the bed. She wrapped her legs around my lower back, I put my hands under her ass, and I carried her toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I let her down, turned her around, pushed her up against the glass. Her hands went flat against it, I put my hands inside the waistband of her sweatpants, and I pulled it down over her ass. I left them sitting in a bunch around her thighs and stared at her butt. I extended my fingers and lifted the bottom of one cheek and let it fall, then started flicking it up quickly, watching it bounce.
"You like it?" she said.
"Love it," I said.
I left her sweatpants around her thighs, centered myself behind her, put my hands on her waist, and angled my cock toward her pussy.
"You ready?" I asked.
"I've been ready for hours," she said.
Her labia were pushed out between her tight, constricted legs. I pushed my head up between them, felt it press against her hole, felt the wetness there. I pushed it further in, watched it disappear between her lips. Naomi's mouth opened wide as her eyes closed, and she let her forehead rest against the glass. I kept pushing into her, reveling in how tight her pussy was, feeling my shaft stretching her walls. I held her waist firm and kept pushing, until my entire dick was buried inside of her.
I leaned in to her ear. "How big do I feel?"
"Fucking huge," she said, her voice breathy.
"Your pussy feels so tight."
She moaned and started moving her hips back against me. I looked down at her ass pushing against my crotch, felt the muscles of her pussy clenching and unclenching, the ridges of her walls moving around my shaft. I pushed my arms between her and the window and wrapped them around her tits and held her torso up to me as she kept grinding against me. I started kissing her neck, groping her breasts, feeling her tight coordinated body work.
Then I let her go, she fell forward against the window, and I held her waist firm and started thrusting. She inhaled sharply, and then started yelping as every inch of my cock started driving into her over and over again, her ass slapping back against me, her thighs still held together by her sweatpants. Her hands and forehead pressed against the glass, leaving little smudges as her body rocked with each of my thrusts.
I pulled fully out of her, my cock slick with her juices, and I leaned down and pulled her sweatpants the rest of the way off. She stepped out of them, and I grabbed her waist and whipped her around. I bent her roughly over the back of the armchair, lined my cock back up with her pussy, and drove it back into her. She cried out, her hands holding the arms of the chair, and I held her waist firm and started fucking her hard. The chair creaked, sliding in fits and starts across the carpet, Naomi curled over it, holding onto it for dear life.
After a couple minutes I pulled out, breathing heavily. Naomi hung onto the chair for a second before pushing herself up, her hands going to her face, turning to me in a daze. Her hands fell down to my cock and she played with it briefly, before letting go and unzipping her hoodie and pulling it off and finally standing naked in front of me again. I looked at her incredible body, tight and toned and curvy, her full d-cups.
I bent down, put my hands under her ass, and lifted. She jumped and wrapped her legs around me again, and I held her in the air above my dick, and we made out briefly, hungrily, before I directed my cock toward her pussy, and slid it back into her. She moaned and we stood still for a second, breathing into each other's mouths, my cock buried to its base inside her. And then I lifted her ass and my cock slid partly out of her and I let her drop and it plunged fully back in. She let out a stuttering moan and I did it again, and again, and again, her ass slapping into me with each drop.
I carried her across the room and pushed her up against the window. She put her head back against it, spread her arms out, and I let the window take her weight and I started pumping my hips up into her, her back pushing up and down against the glass with short squeaks. I bent my head and neck down and licked across one of her nipples, then licked up under the breast, lifting it with my tongue, getting it in my mouth. I sucked on it, pulled her nipple out between my lips, ran my teeth over them. Her hands came to the back of my head, clenched me to her chest. I buried my face between her breasts, licked up and down her cleavage.
