I check my phone again. My cab to the hotel can't get there fast enough. I'm on my way to see Danny, my ex-boyfriend from college that I reconnected with a few months ago when he texted me out of the blue. One thing led to another, and here we are, flying into the same city for a three-day getaway.
My husband thinks I'm on a business trip. I didn't mean to start an affair with Danny, but things kind of just spiraled. It was exciting to feel his attention again, to flirt, to feel like I was doing something wrong. I'd rubbed myself to thoughts of Danny a few times over the years and in the past few months, fucking him again was all I could think about. Now, I'll finally get the chance to do it again. I just hope he's as hot as I remember.
The cab pulls up at the hotel. I walk into the lobby, my heels clicking on the marble floor. Two guys in suits sitting in the chairs sipping drinks on their phones both look up at me. I can tell they're checking out how my sluttiest little black dress shows off my tits and ass. At 33, I've still got it.
I walk further into the lobby, and immediately recognize Danny. His handsome face, slightly crooked smile, and lean but solid body. God, he looks so fucking good. He gets up and meets me.
"Hi," he says softly as he hugs me and doesn't fully break the hug, holding on to my waist.
"I'm so glad to see you in person." I said. "You look better than ever."
"Thanks." He said. 'You look... stunning." He takes a moment and eyes me up and down, flashing his that smirky half-smile that always made me melt. He holds up a key card. "I've already checked us into our room. Why don't we go put your stuff away before dinner?"
I get my bag and walk towards the elevator, letting him get a better look at my ass. I doubt we're making it to dinner tonight, but I play along.
We're alone in the elevator. He pulls me towards him and starts kissing me, slowly, like he doesn't want to break anything. Our hands gently explore one another's torsos. We're remembering what it's like to touch each other after all these years. I feel that familiar twitch in my pussy. God, I missed him. I have the urge to get on my knees and start sucking his cock right then and there.
A familiar ding breaks our kiss. We walk to our room and Danny unlocks the door. I look around the room, checking out the accommodations. As I'm putting my purse down, I feel Danny's presence behind me and turn around. We're face to face, his hands around me. I look into his eyes and bite my lip. I feel my pussy twitching again, aching.
Danny kisses me hard and deep and I reciprocate. The hesitation and carefulness we had in the elevator is gone. He leans me back against the wall, making out with me. God, he's such a good kisser. The way his lips wrap around mine. How he uses just the right amount of tongue.
His hands run over my body, grabbing my ass and my tits over my dress. I run my hands under his shirt, feeling his abs, his hard chest. He breaks the kiss and starts nibbling on my neck. I moan softly. I forgot how fucking good it felt when he did that.
We start tugging on each other's clothes. I need this so badly. I let out a sigh. "Fuck me, Danny."
Danny groans, then puts his mouth near my ear and whispers. "How do you want me to fuck you?"
I stop and look at him, mouth slightly open. I'm surprised by the question. No man, including him, has ever directly asked me how I wanted to fuck. We always do some light foreplay, and then they get their dick in as soon as I'm a little wet. If I'm lucky, my clit gets a little attention before they cum and it's all over. Danny was better than a lot of the other men I dated, but still. I wasn't expecting this.
I hesitate. I can't tell him how I want to be fucked. Can I?
"I..."
When Danny sees that I'm hesitant to talk, he starts kissing me again, tongue invading my mouth. Then he moves back to nibbling on my neck, coming up to whisper in my ear. "Come on, tell me how you like it."
I still don't answer. A million thoughts run through my mind. What do I say? He continues, "Do you want gentle, soft sex tonight? Like we used to have?" He starts to move his hands slowly up over my dress, gently caressing my tits. He nibbles my ear again.
I let out a soft moan. This does feel nice. But no, of course the answer is that I don't want gentle, soft sex. I get enough of that from my husband, and it almost never makes me cum. What I really want is to be dominated. I want him to fuck me hard and rough and talk dirty to me while he does it. I stay silent.
"So that's it, huh? Gentle?" He looks up at me, pausing for a moment. "Or..." Suddenly, he slams his body against mine, pushing me up against the wall, "Or do you want it rough?" He grabs my wrists and pins them to the wall. I let out a gasp. My body instinctively pushes against him, my tits press on his chest, my mouth falls slightly open and a little involuntary moan escapes. It's obvious which option I want.
I bite my lip and let myself say it. "I want it rough." It's everything I can do to maintain eye contact with him and not look away in shame.
"Tell me. Tell me how to make you cum. I need to make you cum tonight." I let out a deep breath. No man has ever explicitly said to me that he wants to make me cum. It's so fucking hot to hear. I feel myself wanting to be honest with him, but I still hesitate.
"Well... I don't know exactly how to say it."
"Just say it. Tell me. Whatever comes to mind." He goes back to kissing my neck. Then he whispers in my ear, "Tell me. Please, tell me how to make you cum. Tell me what you want. Please baby. I need to know."
