The rest of the city is asleep.
You text me an address and what looks like a room number.
My gps leads me to a hotel in the center of town.
I wear a skirt, black and well above the knee.
A tank top.
No bra. No panties.
I'm standing outside of the room.
Inside my body is telling me to leave, leave now.
Instead I reach down, turning the handle, and opening the unlocked door.
After a few second my eyes adjust to the light and I see you.
The door shuts behind me as I walk into the dim room.
Sitting on the bed you are massaging your stiff cock. I gulp, its big.
You are wearing a mask.
I cannot see your face and it sends shivers down my spine.
My eyes turn back to your hand, gripping your large cock harder than before.
Not a word is spoken.
I walk closer as you continue to stare at me.
My lips are parted and I barely notice my tongue slipping out to lick them.
A few more steps closer, I need to see it closer.
I'm now within arms reach.
Your spare hand reaches to the him of my skirt, lifting, searching, grazing.
The lack of panties doesn't go unnoticed.
I turn around and bend over to give you a better view.
Several times your thumb slides through the juices oozing from my slit.
I gasp as you push your thumb into my butthole.
You stick your two middle fingers inside my pussy.
Your cock, still in your hand, waiting to bust.
Just as I begin to enjoy the feel you remove your hand.
I turn around to see you wipe precum off the tip of your head.
I open my mouth signaling that I want the tiny droplet.
Licking your finger I savor the flavor of you.
