Neither of us were what you would call "beautiful" people. We were both weighed down by responsible, stressful jobs and little social interaction outside work. We had mostly clung together because we were too scared to consider the alternative. The sex was awful at first, I came too soon and she could not get moist. Yet we clung to each other. We slowly, grudgingly moulded the other into what we wanted. Today was our first anniversary together. Things were looking up, she was taking us away for the weekend to a secret destination. I waited for Alyssa at the train station. She showed up in a smart red dress, too professional to be titillating, yet subtly hinting at a curvy body toned by weekends spent hiking and a diet plan she and I had followed for the past 6 months. I wore a seersucker blazer, the one I bought when we went to the opera for the first time. She smiled at me as she approached. A peck on the cheek.
"Hi darling, where are we off to?"
She handed me a note "We can't speak until we get to our room"
I was perplexed. She smiled and nodded. I had come to love her air of affectionate confidence. I smiled, knowing whatever she had planned would be fun. She gripped my hand, tight, fingers squeezing mine. She pressed herself to me, even when we weren't weaving through a crowd. We sat across from each other in the train. It was a small beach resort town we were going to. Scarcely an hour away. I drank her in as we passed the time in silence. We both grinned ear to ear, each aware of the intense need to talk, flirt, tease, even discuss the mundanities of life. Yet, we were forced to look at each other. I came to admire her make up, the bulked eyelashes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, full glossy lips, clear skin. Her bust jutted forward, proudly, her legs were encased in stockings. I pointed to her shoes with my eyes, nodding and smiling in approval. I remembered her buying that pair, though at the time we had fought about her spending too much time at the mall. I chuckled to myself, gazing in her eyes, teasing her with my private mirth. We made every excuse to get closer, leaning forward, extending our legs, even brushing against each other when she got up to use the ladies' room. For the last five minutes, she sat next to me. I put my arm around her. I pressed my face to hers. We held hands. I moved in for a kiss, she giggled, shaking her head in mock disapproval. I moved away and pouted. Our stop arrived. Hand in hand, we walked the half mile or so to the hotel. It wasn't the most romantic place, but it was quiet and the air was full of the scent of salt and surf. We could hear the distant waves. We gazed into each others eyes, she let me put an arm around her waist. We smiled a little more at each other. I noticed a spring in her step.
The first time I heard her voice was at the reception. It was surprisingly cracked, as if overwhelmed by emotion. She faked a cough as the receptionist looked at me for an explanation, or a sign of alarm. She snatched the key from him, thanked him and dragged me to the elevator. One floor. She grabbed my lapel and dragged me into the hallway. The hotel was dimly lit, a relic from when the town used to attract more people. She fumbled with the lock while I carried both our overnight bags.
Alyssa has never been impulsive. She's usually very deliberate, even when the potential surprise would be pleasant. I found myself pulled into the room and pinned to the wall. She slammed the door shut, then pushed me up against the door.
"Baby….WHAT…?"
"Sshhh" She put a finger to my lips and knelt in front of me. She unhooked by pants and unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of my shirt. She raked my thighs with her fingernails and slowly pulled my boxers down. I stared at the top of her head, quite shocked, but she did not look up. I felt her fingernails scatch the back of my ballsack as she cupped it in her palm, tugging at it, gently twisting it, feeling the weight of my balls. I widened my stance, instinctively, giving her more room to play. I felt a little giddy as she opened her mouth around the head of my still flaccid cock, trapping it inside with moist, warm suction. Her tongue explored the head of my cock, while her lips maintained a rhythmic, noisy sucking. The bags slid off my shoulders, falling on the carpet with a loud thud. I tore the blazer off, entwining my fingers in her hair as my cock grew and hardened in her mouth.
"Oh baby…."
In response she pushed her head forward, taking more of my cock inside her mouth. She started sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, each stroke pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. I watched in fascination and aching pleasure as she fucked my cock with her lips and tongue, eyes closed. She cupped my balls again, while swiping her tongue sideways below my cock, flicking the sensitive skin beneath the head of my cock. I gasped in pleasure. In response she increased the pace of her strokes, and cupped my balls a little more firmly. I found it easy to grunt at each stroke than to keep silent, letting her know I was enjoying it. Her fingers traveled past my balls, pressing on my taint, pushing upwards. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation. Her other hand started stroking my cock, just out of rhythm with her lips. She tried to deepthroat me, her choking gag accompanied the tightness I felt around the head of my cock. Gobs of her saliva dripped from her lips. I had never felt a stronger attraction for her. She gave up, gripping my cock and sucking on the head with gusto. Her tongue did circles around the head, touching the sensitive ridge of the head, driving me nuts as pleasure arced through my cock, up my spine. Just when I thought I was wresting back control, settling into a plateau of arousal, she started twisting her head from side to side as the sucked and massage with gusto.
"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum"
Her hands traveled between my legs, holding my buttocks, locking my cock in her mouth. The sweet agony of her sucking was punctuated with an unexpected twirl of her lips twisting around my cock. I felt my cock harden, reaching skywards. She kept up a persistent pace, the sound of her lips in suction sweeter than any music I had ever heard. I felt my orgasm build, bracing my thighs and knees as my cock shot my wad. She held me deep inside her mouth once the first spurt hit her, slowly moving her head back and forth, teasing ever more spurts of cum. I felt drained, but fulfilled, grateful to her for our wonderful year together. For the incredible start to our evening. As my cock dropped out of her mouth, I pulled her up. Her eyes twinkled,
"Hi baby"
This was the first thing she'd said to me all evening. She kissed my lips.
"I swallowed it all", she mentioned, nonchalantly. I held her face in my hands and whirled her around, pinning her to the door and kissing her mouth
"What was that for?" I asked, still out of breath.
She winked at me, "that was for setting the tone for the weekend. Do you like the room?"
I realized I had not taken a proper look at the room. It didn't matter. I kissed her again. What a wonderful year it had been.
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