It had been a long 9 hours of travel. Defeated, exhausted and nervous I exited the plane. I had made significant strides to get here, *for the experience, for my career, for my future,* I kept telling myself – but in reality that wasn’t the case. I traveled across the world to spend time with him. A man I barely knew. Virtually a stranger with grayish blue eyes that had somehow completely taken over my mind and heart.
A ludicrous idea, that when said aloud would make anyone seriously question my judgment. Had any of my friends done anything like this I wouldn’t pause to call a doctor because it was clear they had lost their minds. But here I was. Mind lost, heart beating fast, pulse racing with nervousness and excitement.
Getting off a plane in Texas, the hot and humid air stuck to my skin. My hair began to curl as I felt beads of sweat begin to collect around my breasts. *Here goes nothing, there is no turning back*. I thought to myself as I found myself into a cab and off to the hotel.
We had rehearsed the exchange a few times. I knew what he expected, wanted, craved. He had let me peer into this deepest darkest fantasies a few times once the Cab Sav hit him in just the right way. But there is a difference between exchanging fantasies on a light blue couch in Massachusetts and actually being here in the moment. Suddenly a wave of racing thoughts entered my mind: *Was I going to lose my nerve? Is this really want I want? Will this change things? What if I am horrible? What if he doesn’t actually love me like he says he does? What if after this he wants nothing to do with me? What if this is the best moment I ever have and I can’t ever really have him?*
*STOP.* I thought to myself. I just need to be in the moment. No plans – just let things happen naturally. Due to the battle of wills I had in my mind, I had barely noticed the cabbie barking at me to get out of his cab. We had been sitting in front of the hotel for minutes while my mind was off somewhere else.
As I grabbed my luggage and made my way to the counter to check-in something happened. I can’t really describe it… it was as though a cool wave of air touched my skin. Every hair on my body stood up, I had goosebumps all over me. I turned around and saw him walking past me. He didn’t notice me – I hadn’t texted him that I was off the plane. But just seeing him walk by put me at ease. *He’s just man. Not a God. Not an Actor. Not particularly or objectively impressive. He is just flesh and bone*. With a newfound confidence I made my way up to the counter, checked into the hotel and requested an additional key.
I got into my room and took a quick shower. Every drop of water that hit my skin felt like a tidal wave of needles. My nerves were in hyper gear, I felt as though I was having sensory overload with every interaction that I had with my body. As I dried myself off with my towel I felt every cotton fiber rub against my skin. I finished as quickly as I could, and began to put on makeup. I didn’t need to bother with blush, my cheeks were already rose colored and flush with excitement. It was time. I pulled out my phone and texted him, *Hey! I am here. Do you mind bringing over my luggage? I need to get ready for the conference*. *I’m in Room 1219.* Without hesitation he instantly replied, *on my way.*
I sat on the bed, nervously fidgeting with my watch. I tried to watch TV, but my mind was racing again. It felt as though I was waiting alone in that room for hours when it reality it was less than 3 minutes. I heard a gentle knock on the door. Two long slow knocks. I got up, swallowed, and had to stop myself from running to the door. As I peered out of the peephole I was quickly disappointed to see the maid.
I opened the door, accepted some new towels and closed it quickly. *Where is he? What is taking so long? This man will kill me with the constant waiting*. *What would it take for him to ever be on time?* I slid my back against the door of the room, and before I could catch my breath I heard another knock. This time I spun around and open the door without hesitation.
As I opened the door I didn’t even get a chance to say hello as he pushed me inside the room, against the closet door, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into a long and passionate kiss. His tongue slid over mine, his hands were pulling at my wet wavy hair. He moved his hands from my hair, down my neck, over my breasts, down my arms. It was as though he was checking to see it was me. Still me. The girl he had been thinking about for weeks and months who he hadn’t seen in almost two weeks. He finally got down to my waistband when he stopped and finally looked at me. Out of breath we both laughed. *What a greeting,* I thought to myself.
With a moment to collect myself I took the time to really look at him. I had missed his face, his smell, his presence so much in the time I was away. His eyes which were normally a dark and stormy grayish blue were lighter. In fact, his pupils were dilated and I could barely see any blue at all, but what I saw looked like the sea on a cold winter’s day. They looked sad but excited, as though he was holding something back. His light brown hair was disheveled but still soft, his beard prickly in a good way, his checkered blue and white shirt and khaki slacks were perfectly ironed with no wrinkles at all. He was wearing the blue quarter zip that I loved so much, even though it was unseasonably warm that day in Texas. I knew he wore it for me.
And then I saw it, the thing I love the most. His smile. He started laughing at me because of the way I was ogling over him. But he couldn’t see what I could see. He couldn’t see the gentle laugh lines developing around his eyes from years of fun, happiness and laughter. Oh how jealous I was of those who had given him those experiences that had ingrained happiness onto his perfect face. I would do anything to leave a mark like that on him, I wanted nothing more than to give him pure joy and ecstasy. He couldn’t see the subtle dimples he had that only appeared when he was genuinely happy. He couldn’t see his high cheekbones that pierced my soul every time that he laughed. He finally broke the silence and with a cocky smirk said, *so I take it you’re happy to see me?* My eyes darted to the floor, I bit my lip, and with a long pause I said *I guess so, I’ve had better greetings – but I guess this will do.*
He smirked again, looked down and shook his head. I was still that girl with the quick remarks. Still the girl who could make him laugh. Still *his* girl. As looked down, I took the opportunity to show him what I wanted. Without his gaze, I was no longer under his spell. I pushed him to the other side of the tight hallway, his back to the wall. I pressed my body against his and began to kiss him like it was my last day on Earth. My tongue circled around his, he tasted so sweet. His lips were soft and pillowy as I went in for my trademark lip bite. Then I couldn’t stop myself as I began to kiss around his jawline.
His beard tickled my face as I gently kissed from his chin, down his jaw, to his ear. I gentle whispered in his ear, *for the next 3 days you are mine. I am not sharing you. You belong to me.* With that, I felt his legs buckle and him let out a small gasp. I kissed his ear and with my hands began to slowly unbutton his shirt. He tried to rush me, to unbutton his shirt himself but I wanted him to wait, to linger, to feel what I felt every time he walked past me. Pure longing. Pure desire. Pure torture.
I swatted away his hands and with my nails I slowly scratched his chest, tracing his pecks, his stomach, his happy trail. I started to kiss down his neck, very slowly, beginning to moan myself by how excited I was to be with him. His breathing was intensifying, and I looked up to see him. He was nearly panting from excitement. I continued to slowly kiss his chest, providing sweet kisses down the area I had outlined with my nails. Slow, steady, sweet kisses up and down his chest and finally down his happy trail.
I got down on my knees and then changed the tempo of the exchange. I couldn’t take it any longer, I needed to feel him. I needed to taste him. I needed a part of him inside of me. I quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and saw his huge throbbing cock waiting for me. I had seen it before, teased it, touched it, but I had never seen it like this. From my position on my knees I looked up at him. He looked down with the biggest smile I have ever seen, as I said, *This is mine now.* As I said it, I took him wholly in my mouth and began to stroke his shaft. He grabbed my wet hair and pulled it with every suck and lick.
I tried to be slow, patient, sexy. But I couldn’t control myself, I just need him. I started a the tip, swirling my tongue around the head. I began to suck on it quickly realizing I needed more. I moved my mouth down about 2 inches and twirled my tongue. I started applying pressure to his shaft moving my hand up and down faster and faster. I increased the pressure of my lips around his shaft and sucked as hard as I could. He was getting close, but it had only been a few minutes. I wanted to blow him away – I wanted him to miss me every time I left the room. As his breathing intensified and he was about ready to cum, I stopped. I looked up at him and said, *Do you trust me?*
Without missing a beat he empathetically said, *Oh God yes*. That was all I needed to hear to try something new with him. I told him to change his stance, slightly move his legs apart and to close his eyes. I dove back into sucking his perfect cock. God, it felt so good and perfect in my mouth. I never wanted to stop kissing, sucking, and tasting it. I never wanted to stop making him moan and feel weak in the knees.
With his legs spread I moved away from kissing the head and shaft and moved onto kissing his balls. I sucked each one into my mouth and spun my tongue around it. Gently with my teeth I took the skin and took a little bite. He let out a loud moan. I took my right hand and ever so lightly began to trace my nails behind his balls. I began to tease him with going somewhere I don’t think he had ever gone before. I slowly began to caress his skin as I moved my fingers up higher and higher. With my left hand I grabbed his ass and before my right hand could go any further he yelled out that he couldn’t take it anymore. It was too intense.
With that, I put his cock back in my mouth and with a final suck he exploded in my mouth. His entire body was shaking and he held onto my head for balance as he slowly rocked his body inside my mouth. I swallowed every last bit of his cum, desperate to feel a part of him inside me. I looked up at him and he was beaming. He was visibly shaken from the illicit encounter and was glowing.
I began to stand up when he pulled me into a tight embrace. He placed his forehead against mine and was breathing heavily. He could barely catch his breath. He was completely winded as though the wind had been knocked out of him. His hands were wrapped tightly around my arms as though he was still off balance. He began to stroke my arms up and down. Again as if he was checking to see if I was real, if this encounter had really happened, that we were really together. He finally looked up at me and said, *I think you missed some*. I had forgotten to lick my lips and his cum was still on them and around my chin. He had cum so much, I wasn’t expecting it.
He wiped the cum off my mouth, as though he was swiping icing off the top of a cake. He took his cum drenched finger and began to pull my pants down…
*To be continued…*
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