You are finally coming into town. You said for business, but I don't care what the reason, I am just glad to finally see you. I race to meet you at the restaurant. There are butterflies in my stomach. We have chatted and talked on the phone for so long now. So much flirting and longing to be with you. When I arrive at the restaurant, I see your truck is already there, and I start to feel a little better. When I get inside, I scan the room for you, and see you stand up and motion me over to your table. You've been keeping an eye out for me and you smile as I get close to the table. I try to look nonchalant and relaxed, but that is blown by me dropping my car keys on the floor. When I straightened back up, you are laughing and it all seems right. I sit down across the table from you. My eyes take in your blouse and the four unbuttoned holes that give me such a wonderful view of cleavage. I am instantly turned on and wonder if I should be flattered that you remembered or if that is just the way you usually dress. Your brown skin sexily contrasts against the whiteness of your blouse and the hint of your breast sighing up and down already has my mind churning with new ideas.
I still can't believe you are really here. You look at me shyly at first and flash me one of those smiles. That mischievous sparkle in your brown eyes has me spellbound. I can just imagine gazing into them as our faces come close. We get our hellos out of the way; still trying to find that middle ground that makes us comfortable. It seemed so natural on the phone. The words flowed out of ours mouths like babbling brooks. I stick my tongue out at you and you bubble with laughter. Suddenly the walls seem to come down and we find ourselves talking about everything. Our days in the military, and all the stunts we pulled that in hindsight seem funny. I find I can't take my eyes off of you while you are talking. I love looking at your smile and watching your mouth move. Your shoulder length hair, worn straight, and those delicious lips are driving me nuts. I can't wait to run my fingers through your hair as we are lovemaking. I listen to you but half of my mind is off thinking about what it would be like to kiss those sweet lips. We order some food and drinks, but I am really more interested in you than the food. You sense what I have been looking at and smile warmly at me. I shift a little in my seat, trying to get my stiffening cock into a more comfortable position.
Your sarcastic nature comes out when I keep staring at you.
"What? Do I have something in my teeth?", you say mockingly.
"Sorry, I can't help it; I like looking at you."
You slip your foot out of your sandal and slide it up in my lap. Laying it on my hard cock, you can feel it pushing through my jeans. I about choke on my Dr. Pepper, and you just smile real big. We both start laughing and before we know it, two hours have passed and we have been lost in conversation. No wonder the waitress has been throwing dirty looks our way. We're keeping one of her tables occupied.
"Remind me to leave a big tip or we'll never make it out of here alive."You look at me and say, "You want to get out of here?"
"I would love to, but where should we go?"
You look at me with this mischievous gleam in your eyes. "You wanna get a hotel room?"
I am floored but excited by the prospect. I have been sitting here for the last couple of hours staring at you with the single thought of what it would be like to sleep with you. Paying the bill, we stand up and I fall in behind you. I love watching your ass sashay back and forth.
We walk outside and you turn to me. "I have a bit of confession to make Paul."
"What's that?" I query.
You give me a coy look and tell me, "I already have a hotel room."
"Oh really," I say, "Where at? . . . uh, when"
"Well I rented it this morning and it's the La Quinta on Vista. So are you up for it?" Ironically, you glance down at the front of my jeans when you ask this last part.
We walk to your truck and you open up your door. You turn to face me and find that I am standing very close to you. By the look on your face, I am sure that you didn't expect me to be standing this close. I can't help myself; I have to fulfill an urge that has been on my mind for the last couple of hours.
I reach over and take your chin in my hand and move my mouth towards yours. You inhale a little with the sound of shock and try to pull your head back. My head continues toward your face and when our lips touch, you seem to melt. All the resistance seems to go out of you. Your body seems to relax for a minute while I slowly plant tender, gentle kisses on your lips. I have waited so long for this. The months seem to fall away and any reservations we have are thrown out the window. Finally all reserve in me seems to dissolve. I reach my hand behind your neck and pull you close to me. My kisses become firmer and you respond to my probing tongue. Your arms encircle me as your mouth opens to my darting tongue. Our breathing turns to short gasps as we embrace and our passion rages. You stretch out your hand and through my jeans I feel your fingernails run up the length of my shaft. It is hard to keep from cumming in my pants right there. You stop abruptly and turn your back on me to climb up in your truck.
Over your shoulder you say, "Follow me!" I was afraid it would take me forever to limp to my car with my cock making a tent in my jeans.
The drive to the hotel, though short, was an agonizing one. We seem to hit every red light, and the images of us kissing are tantalizing as they run through my head. The thought of what I will do to you at the hotel has my cock straining to get out and be taken care of.
When we arrive, we practically run to your hotel room. I am standing behind you while you fumble for the hotel key and try to get it into the lock. I can't help but lean forward and circle my arms around your waist. As I move close, I can smell your hair and the earthy feminine scent you are emitting. It is such a seductive fragrance. My hands wrap around you just as my lips find the soft skin of your neck. You roll back your head allowing me to kiss all around your neck; and when I kiss your ears, I hear you moan softly.
"Oh Paul," you murmur.
I reach my hands upward and place my warm hands on your chest. Even through the blouse, I can feel your hard nipples pressing into the bra. I can tell you are enjoying the feeling as you lean further back, pressing against my chest, in order to give me better access. When I lean slightly forward, you feel my hot breath on your ear, as well as my hard cock pressing against your back; you turn your head and press your warm, moist lips to mine. I quickly respond to your kiss and the tenderness has turned to a hunger. I feel your tongue gently pressing against my lips and I slowly let mine slip through. Our tongues start to dance back and forth. Suddenly you remember where we are and you pull away from me.
"Hold on Paul. Give me a minute to get the door open and then I am all yours."
