I walked to the hotel telling myself not to expect anything. We hadn’t talked about this being anything except two friends meeting in person for the first time. Sure the majority of our Reddit conversations had been about sex. And how much she missed it since her husband had lost interest. And what she wished someone would do to her, how she wished someone would look at her, how much everything she liked in bed lined up sort of perfectly with what I liked to do in bed. And, sure, I may have said a few times, “I totally wish I could give you that,” or some variation on that. And, sure, I’d totally rubbed a few out thinking about what might happen if we were to ever meet in person.
But when she said she was going to be visiting New York and her husband wasn’t joining for this trip alone and did I want to meet for drinks at her hotel and my hard-on said yes immediately, we never actually said that the purpose of this was for anything other than a face-to-face meeting. I didn’t even know what she looked like until we swapped verification photos. Looking at her photo I felt such a rush of a million things. Sad for her putting a face to all the personal stories and desires we’d shared. Confused that someone so pretty could feel unwanted. And really horny. Really really horny.
I walked to the hotel trying not to think too much about all the sex we implicitly talked about having so her first in-person impression of me wouldn’t be my raging erection pushing against my pants. But when I walked into the hotel bar and saw her sitting at the bar in a really simple black cocktail dress, the whole thing feeling like something out of a movie, her pale legs crossed, just a water in front of her, her head turned a little exposing the most kissable neck. When she uncrossed and recrossed her legs turning her body toward me and I saw how tight the dress fit around her chest, and seeing her lovely face turn and smile upon seeing me. When I was actually walking up to her, I could feel that tension in my own pants and could only hope that I’d find a position to stand or sit in that wouldn’t make it obvious.
“Amanda?” I asked.
“Nice to finally meet you, Mason,” she said, as she stood and put her hand out. Good. I was afraid she might want to hug, and that would definitely give me away. I took her hand to shake and her skin was so soft. She lightly rubbed her thumb along my hand, and something about that instinctively made me pull her hand to my lips and kiss it.
“It’s very nice to meet you, too,” I said. “You look really lovely tonight.” I hoped this came out as suavely as I’d intended it. She blushed which boosted some kind of courage in me to keep going.
I sat down and asked if she was ready to order some drinks. She got a martini and I got a whiskey. We started with small-talk about her flight, taxi ride from LaGuardia, why this was the only major city in the world that didn’t have simple public transit going to and from its airports, her check-in. Moved to what brought her to NYC; a work conference which meant they were paying for the hotel… including, she informed me, the drinks we were having. So, we ordered another round.
Throughout the conversation I occasionally put a hand on her arm or leg, each time lingering a little longer the more we’d been drinking. Finally, when it felt we’d talked and laughed through enough fun topics, things turned to her husband. Frankly a topic I hoped wouldn’t come up. Talking about it, she just seemed so resigned. Even as she talked about how she would have done everything differently if she’d known that sex was going to disappear from her life, she didn’t seem sad.
We’d moved our bar stools very close by this point. I’m sure to any bystander we just looked like two people on a date that was going really well. Her left leg was between mine and I found myself sympathetically stroking it. Starting at her knee and moving just a little bit up her thigh and back. Just a little more each time.
When she said, “Sometimes it’s just the human contact I want,” I gave her thigh a little squeeze, almost reflexively, but it made her gasp a little and look at me. For a moment I didn’t know if I’d overstepped. If I’d fucked something up. After all, we *didn’t* agree to anything sexual. But I was frozen and didn’t remove my hand. She placed hers on top of mine and pulled it back toward her a little. I felt my fingers graze the edge of her skirt and as she moved her hand up my arm, I squeezed again. Instinctively, we both stood. My hand went to her face.
“No one here knows anything, except that we’re two people having drinks together in a bar,” I assured her.
“I feel like everyone can see through me.”
“All they see is a man and a woman who are clearly attracted to each other.”
I took a chance. What the fuck was I doing? So publicly? I had to remind myself of what I’d just told her as I let the palm of my hand guide her face toward mine and we kissed. I felt the need on her lips as she breathed in through her nose. We stayed, closed-mouth, kissing for a moment before quietly walking toward the elevators. She pressed the button, we got in, and rode up, both looking forward. We walked down the hall and she swiped her key-card. Somehow neither of us felt we could discuss what we both knew was about to happen.
As soon as the door was closed, we were kissing again. But this time not quite so politely as we had in the bar. Her hands held my face, traced my beard. I pulled her in, one arm around her shoulders, one around her waist. Feeling her beautiful body pressed close to me made me harder than I ever had been when I’d imagined all this happening.
Suddenly we were tripping over the edge of the bed, which broke out liplock.
“Everything we talked about doing?” she said, “I want all of it.”
She fell backward onto the bed, and I knelt beside her to take her shoes off. I tickled her feet a little, which made her giggle and squirm. ‘Go slow,’ I told myself, though I also wanted to every act we’d ever discussed online, and all at once.
I knew I needed to focus on her. I couldn’t imagine anyone sleeping next to the body that was splayed in front of me and not wanting to run his hands over every inch, as I did. Not wanting to please her as I did. Not wanting to feel his skin against hers as I really really did. I slid both hands along her dress, pushing her skirt up around her hips. I found myself faced with a stunning, pink, shaved pussy. I looked up at her, my face saying everything from ‘I’m so turned on’ to ‘I can’t believe you weren’t wearing underwear all night.’ Her smile responded ‘So am I,’ and ‘I hoped we’d wind up like this.’
I placed a hand on each hip and stroked my thumbs across her vulva, parting her lips to see every fold, already glistening wet. I heard her breathing get faster as I moved my fingers across the wet space just inside her outer lips up to pull her clit out of its hood. I could actually see it pulse a little, which was enough for me. Enough for ‘go slow.’ I wanted to tease her, I wanted to tempt her. But I couldn’t.
I pressed my mouth onto her clit, tongue out feeling around it. Feeling it reach up to my tongue for more.
“Mason! Mason!” she was moaning. Hearing her say my name made me so hard I had to release my cock from my pants.
I took her out of my mouth as I undid my belt and, wanting to give her the same thrill back, said, “Amanda, you taste *so* good.”
Pants now dangling at the floor, I went back to eating her out as I humped the sheets at the side of the bed. I used my hands to spread her lips again so I could run my tongue up and down the length of her pussy, then back up to feel the pressure of her clit on the tip of my tongue as I teased her.
I didn’t know exactly how long it had been since she’d had someone else’s hands on her, someone’s tongue doing the work for her. I felt the urge to let this make up for all that time.
By this time, she’d wrapped her legs around my neck and was pulling me closer to her, one of my favorite ways to be shown how much a woman’s enjoying my mouth. I puckered my lips around the hood of her clit and sucked it as far as I could into my mouth and let my tongue lap it up, swirl around it, urged on by her growing moans. By this time her hips were alternating between lifting up toward me to meet my tongue and pleasured writhing. I wanted this to be all about her, but my other head was taking over my thoughts, and she was getting me so hot I needed to feel her wrapped around me.
I gave one last lick up and down her bare vulva as I undid my shirt and climbed onto the bed letting my pants fall to the floor behind me.
“I need your mouth,” I panted as I crawled across the bed and kneeled in front of her, my erection practically touching her nose.
She looked at my cock as though it was both a beloved long-lost friend and the most sumptuous meal she’d ever seen. With one hand she grabbed my asscheek to pull me just close enough in as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips right around the base of my head. I’d never felt a tongue desire–need–my cock so much. I was in heaven feeling her take her time exploring and enjoying every inch of my dick in her mouth. She took it out and slowly licked the entire length of it, running her wet lips up and down the side before enveloping me again.
In my head I started to muse about how mutual this kind of pleasure is. How the giving is as good as the receiving when you’re both into it. When you both want the other to feel as good as they’re making you feel. But my thoughts couldn’t continue to gel because Amanda was digging her fingers harder into my ass as her other hand stroked the full length of my cock while her lips and tongue played with my head, occasionally take the full length of it back down her throat, massaging my shaft with her tongue as she went down.
My knees were going the same way as my brain, and when I looked down at Amanda’s beautiful face and saw her sucking me, her eyes closed, soft hand wrapped around me as her lips fastened themselves to my shaft all I could say was, “I need this” as I fell backward onto the bed.
Amanda sat up and looked at my naked body splayed across the bed. “I need this more,” she said as she unzipped her dress in the back and pulled it up over her head.
I looked up at her pale, soft, curvy body. Two beautiful, round breasts with the pinkest, hardest nipples I’d ever seen. I found the strength to pull myself to her and get one nipple in my mouth and started sucking and grabbing like it might be my last chance. Feeling her chest suddenly heave with the pleasure of my tongue on her nipple sent me cross-eyed.
“How does your mouth know exactly what my body needs?” she gasped.
Taking her nipple between my teeth, I bit down softly as I responded, “Your body is telling me every single thing it wants me to do.”
In truth, I had done all of this to her body several times. I’d laid in bed thinking about everything she’d told me she wanted, how she liked to be treated, what her body missed and I’d imagined over and over that I could give it to her. As I sucked and pinched her nipples as I had so many times in my dreams, she was stroking my penis as she had so many times in my fantasies. Only now every beautiful, soft, warm part of her was really there. Wanting me and desiring my touch as I had spent so much time wanting her.
I moved my free hand back to her smooth mound and found her clit again as our tongues found each other. We laid there holding each other, kissing, and touching like teenagers discovering sex for the first time.
“Tell me what your body needs,” she said. “Tell me what to do. Instruct me.”
“My body needs yours on top of me. My cock needs your pussy riding me.”
She sat up and threw one leg over me. I could just feel her skin brushing across the tip of my dick as she hesitated.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I just…” she started. “I just want to do this slowly. To feel you on every part of me.”
She slowly lowered herself onto me, gasping and sighing as she did. It was all I could do not to buck my hips up at her, she felt so good. But I didn’t want to rush her, and besides I don’t think I’d ever felt all the intricacies of a vagina on me before. Really felt how every centimeter caressed me in a different way, clung to me in a different way, accepted me in bit by bit.
Once her hips landed on mine, she let out a guttural sigh, releasing years of longing, missing, and needing, making room for carnal pleasure to fill her. She flopped down onto my chest, her soft breasts pressing against me as she kissed me hard. I took her hair in my hand and held her face to mine as she moved her hips back and forth on my cock.
I moved my hips in motion with hers as my hands moved along her soft body, squeezing, pinching, groping. As my hands landed on her hips, she sat up. I grabbed hard and guided her hips to fuck me like I needed. I could see the pleasure washing over her face. She looked… relieved?
“Use me however you need to!” she suddenly cried.
“You’re so fucking hot, Amanda!”
“Yes, Mason. Tell me again!” She was really riding me now and I grabbed onto her breast while still guiding her hips, squeezing her ass like she’d squeezed mine before.
“You’re,” I gasped through my pleasure and thrusting, “so… fucking… hot!”
“Say my name again, Mason. Oh fuck, Mason… fuck!”
“Amanda!”
“Yes?”
“Amanda, you feel so good and you’re so fucking hot!”
I could feel her clenching around me and I didn’t know how much time I had left, either. Her legs were quivering around me.
“One more time!”
I could tell that this was it, so I tried to punctuate each word with a god thrust. “You’re… so… fucking… beautiful.”
That’s when it happened. I could feel her dripping down my balls as she just sort of rocked back and forth, her hands digging into my chest as she screamed. I mean *really* screamed. She caught her breath in the middle of it and just started sort of panting as she continued to ride me.
That was just about it for me. Seeing how much she needed this release, seeing how she needed it from someone else, seeing how much she was enjoying it… I suddenly had a realization.
“Amanda…”
“Fuck, yeah, Mason!”
“I’m gonna… we didn’t put a condom on.”
Still shaking, she got off of me. “Let me finish you, Mason.”
“Are you sure?” I could tell she wasn’t finished herself.
“Please,” she said, “let me give this to you like you just gave it to me.”
With that her lips were around me again, lapping up her own juices.
“Besides,” she stopped to say, “I haven’t tasted cum in forever.”
She went back to sucking me, bobbing up and down on me, her tits dangling, bouncing against my leg as she worked her tongue on me.
I knew she wasn’t quite finished, and her ass was facing in my direction, so I reached over and started rubbing the smooth flesh on her now red and dripping pussy.
“Hmmmm!” she squealed as I felt her lips tighten their grasp on my cock.
I kept rubbing her, smaller concentric circles, getting back to her swollen clit. Her legs trembled again and she was moaning, closed-mouth, onto my cock as another wave of orgasm came over her and I released everything I had right into her mouth. As I pulsed, even with her legs quivering, she pressed her tongue harder against my shaft, urging every drop I had out. As I came and came she didn’t stop, so neither did I. I was so sensitive against her lips and tongue. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had let me cum inside her mouth, and certainly had never had anyone continue sucking so passionately, so dutifully, extending my orgasm til I almost couldn’t stand it. I imagined that my cock had probably turned from purple to blue and if you told me it had gone plaid, I wouldn’t have been surprised. I saw stars as her body went limp and she finally pulled me, slowly, out of her mouth, but continued to kiss and lick the length of my shaft.
We lay there for a few moments, still stroking each other, when she started laughing.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Nothing, I just…” She continued laughing. “Nothing’s actually funny, I just… needed that.”
We repositioned to hold each other and started kissing, our naked bodies mushed together. I don’t remember pausing to stop or falling asleep, but next thing I remember was the sun coming in to wake me.
She was already up and walking around the hotel room, still naked and gorgeous, clearly already showered from the previous night’s workout, getting herself ready for her day.
“Oh, good,” she said, noticing me rising. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wake you. I wanted to give you another look before I had to get dressed for work.”
“You’re so beautiful,” was all my groggy brain could get out, as she started dressing her glorious body.
She took a moment to sit down next to me and kiss me again. “Last night was… well, it was…”
“Yup. Is that…?” I started.
“What?”
“Is that… all?”
“I hope not,” she said. “I’m not ready to not have it again.”
“So, when do you want to…?”
She picked up a small envelope from the dresser. “They asked if I needed two, so I said yes… just in case. Take your time. Have breakfast on the room, if you want!”
“Well,” I laughed, “thank you Madame!”
“Not, like that. Just… it *is* all paid for, so why shouldn’t we both benefit? Then, just… come back tonight.”
“Tonight?”
She looked a little deflated for a second. “Well, if you’re free. I know we didn’t…”
“I’ll be here.”
She was just about dressed. “I’m gonna have to run to make my first meeting, but I’ll see you later.”
“I’ll send you a message when I’m on my way.”
She gave me another kiss, and walked out looking very professional. And of course, now alone in her hotel room, my Junior was already anticipating another go.
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