So, my recent fantasy goes like this… wrote this for a pen pal while bored at work…
Down on my luck and deciding to take a brief getaway from my day to day I book a trip to (insert exotic location we might actually both dig). Two or three days into my solo vacation I’ve seen the sights I want to see, taken photos, had a couple great meals and drinks. Even found a little time to put in some work, cause I’m just kidding myself thinking I can leave everything work related behind for too long. But now it’s the end of a long day and I just want to chill. The hotel has a great little lounge/bar with a surprising whisky selection. So there I sit. Alone at the end of the bar but no phone in front of me, no distractions, just a cool and dim lit bar, a classy bar napkin with a crease or two in it from my rocks glass. The aged Japanese whisky swirls a little as I rock my hand back and forth and admire the liquid legs holding on to the glass walls as I’m lost in my thoughts.
So lost I didn’t notice your petite frame slide up next to me in an empty bar seat. I should’ve seen you from the moment you entered. Black, slimming dress that hangs perfectly into each inch of your beautiful little delicate but strong body. Confidence and sexiness emanating from you. It’s obvious you took your time picking the right shoes, little bracelet and sleek gold necklace with tiny jewel centering over you soft skin and bare shoulders. I should’ve noticed. I should’ve been offering you a drink. But instead I’m looking at my whisky and only struck by the surprise of you beautiful presence when I hear your sexy voice order the same whisky I’m drinking. Now I’m awestruck. And damn if you don’t have my full attention.
Setting the glass down I muster up the nerve to ask how you’re doing tonight. Your body language mixed with your exceptional taste leads us right into a great conversation. A drink or two later and I know you’re in town for business, taking a reprieve from a long travel tonight you’re just as happy as me to see a great little nook of a bar to unwind in. You’re funny, unbelievably cute and well mannered, you look almost fragile but there’s something in your eyes that cut right to my core.
Your little signals, playing with your hair, shy giggles, making eye contact then sheepishly looking away all leads my inner courage to want to take things further. Why not. We are both here far from home, dressed up with nowhere to go, that’s it im going for it.
I slide my arm forward to run over your shoulder and over those exposed shoulders as I sit up to get closer.
Or at least that was my plan until you moved closer at the same time. Causing me to knock that pretty little glass of whisky onto your pretty little dress. I’m red and your drenched. Only not exactly how I pictured it playing out. We both laugh, thank god I think, and rush for napkins as I try to play it off and pick up the mess I made. My hand padding into your crotch trying to clean up the mess and I don’t even notice how close we are and how I’m inappropriately touching you. There’s a pause in our laughter and we look at each other. Smiling and I’m lost for words, but hey you’re smiling.
Fuck it.
I lean in and kiss you.
You kiss back, deep. As I had originally planned it. Thank god. We’re lost in our kiss. The rest of the bar is drowned out by our rising heart beats, your lips feel like they were meant for mine. My hand has moved up your back, I don’t feel a bra, god you feel good. You feel warm and soft. My blood is moving south it’s hard to sit still as my cock is growing in my pants making me adjust in my seat. I can almost sense a moan in between our locked passionate kiss. Shit, we’re still sitting at the bar. Your kisses tell me to take it further. I will.
We casually break our embrace. Flush and giggling like teenagers. They should have dry cleaning services here, I’d gladly pay for it for the trouble, I tell you. Just keep kissing me, is your response. I am flattered but I ask for the check first and brazenly take a breath and suggest we move the kissing somewhere more private. Overcome with a tinge go list you say nothing and just firmly and directly grab my cock through my khakis and look into my eyes. Your glazed over glare of wanton lust almost makes me cum.
Check please!
Your hand retreats before I even really take in how much we want each other at the moment. Instead I leave cash on the bar and wrap my arm around your little chiseled body walking towards the lobby.
I get the feeling we’ve both never jumped all in like this before so I try to play it cool. The warmth of your exposed skin as I walk you down to the lobby has my blood boiling though. I need to feel more, i need to taste more than your lips. I ask if you care to drop off your dress at my room later and I’ll have it cleaned. You’re unexpectedly shy now that we’ve left the bar.
We end up in front of the elevators talking a little and flirting a little but we haven’t even pressed the call button. The lust between us is palpable but neither of us are giving in. Just push the button, I tell you. You give me a cute look with a little question to your eyes. I decide the games are over and I know what we both want.
“Push the button… so we can get upstairs and I can fuck you as hard as your eyes are begging for it.”
You do. I slyly smile back at you as we listen to the dings of the descending elevator. My cock is rigid in my pants and I notice you’re looking at it. Trying to avert eye contact a little but now you’re just staring at my straining cock, imagining maybe what is in store. Still a bit of nerves in both of us but we rush into the little box as soon as the doors open.
Begging for no other riders in my head it seems like forever for the doors to close. You’re so small standing next to me. I love it. I just want to pick you up and have my way with you. My balls are aching, I’ve been distracted with all the travel and a bit of a foggy head that I haven’t even jacked off in days. They’re so full. I’m just now realizing how badly I need to cum and now I want to cum even harder with you.
The doors finally close.
You make the first move. Doors closed and your hands around the back of my neck pulling us back into a deep embrace. Lips locked and I have the opportunity I’ve been dying for since I saw you in that slim little dress. With both my free hands a take a hearty and ample hold of your ass cheeks. Pulling you closer and kissing you deeper. You moan into my mouth as I knead and pull at your ass, pushing you into me. As the elevator travels up I easily pick you up and your sleek legs hold on around the top of my hips. I push you against the mirrored back of the elevator. You laugh a little and remark how cold it is. I’m too deep in passion to slow down. I don’t feel any panty line either, maybe you’ve got a thong on or maybe nothing… I have to know. My left hand firmly pressed in the center of your chest I hold you still against the wall as I drop to my knees. My other hand runs down the back of your calf and lifts it behind my shoulder. I kiss just above your left knee as you’re splayed out standing in front of me. My warm hand rises up the back of your thigh and under the soft silky fabric. I have to know. Your hands run through my hair and I take that as a green light.
My fingertips almost tingle as I realize my suspicions were correct. No trace of underwear, no thong, no superfluous cloth barrier to stop my tongue, fingers and cock from your most intimate parts. My fingers send a message straight to my salivating mouth. I cup the underside of your little hot ass and my other hand leaves your chest to grab the other cheek. All under your skirt. I haven’t even seen the prize that I want so badly. And I’ve completely forgotten we’re on the elevator. As my kisses creep up your thighs the tip of my right index finger has found the edge of your soft folds between your thighs. I get chills as i recognize the wetness my fingertip is feeling isn’t whisky. Much warmer, thicker and more welcoming. Your pussy is leaking and I’m the cause. We’re going to have such a good night. You shiver a bit as my finger traces your lips finding at the top your anxious clit awaiting my attention. My kisses and breathe working closer to your soft center and my left and still kneading and pulling your ass closer and closer and closer to my mouth.
Salt, honey, sweet rose petals is what I taste. My tongue can’t resist. It’s done teasing and goes straight for your core. Back pressers against the cool mirror of the elevator you shiver a bit as I make contact with the tip of your little clit. You’re not even caring that the elevator could stop at any moment and doors spread open just like your legs. Hands in my hair you could care less that someone might catch us. My dick is throbbing in my pants but it’s not time to take it out yet. God I just want to drink you in. Your meek moans cut to my core as I taste your tiny pussy.
Lost in the moment, your dress hiked up and my tongue digging deeper and deeper into your sweet petite core. I want to make you cum. I want your knees to buckle. I want to see you flush from your orgasm with my cock in your mouth. Hungrily returning the favor. Soon.
Ding. We are both surprised the trip up is over. Doors open and anxious to move to the next stage you don’t even pull your dress down. Pussy exposed and my goatee glistening with your approval I only tell you my room is right near by. As I fumble a bit for my key you start to slink out of your dress. We step inside and as I turn on the lights and here the door click close then lock I turn just in time to see your little whiskey soiled dress fall to the floor.
Within seconds it seems my slacks are joining your dress. I’m met with the beautiful sight of my cock right against your face. Your tongue goes straight for my balls as my warm dick twitches a bit across your soft face. Thank goodness I still keep everything shaved. All my anticipation for feeling more of you escapes my mouth in only a gutural moan. I feel you moan back with my balls in your mouth. Perfection. My hands slide through your midnight hair and you don’t break eye contact as you take the head of my cock into your welcoming mouth. Another slight moan and my already rigid member is growing more. Your petite hands move in time with your mouth’s enthusiasm. I’m going to fuck you senseless.
I let you so eloquently suck my dick a little longer than planned. It just looks amazing. Watching you, naked on your knees as I stand in the foyer of my nice room. Your reflection is in the mirror right next to us and I can make out ever inch of your body as your head glides up and down my shaft. Your not bashful. Your spit slides down my throat and you enthusiastically push deeper and deeper all while sucking your way back up. Saliva mixing with your hand taught around my cock I can’t speak. I just watch you fuck my dick with your mouth, your nice petite ass tightening and flexing as you bob up and down and the only sound in the room is the wonderful sounds of spit, sucking and a little chocking. I hold the back of your head and look in your eyes as I tell you to tuck yourself. I tell you I want you nice and wet.
You were close on the elevator because very shortly you’re coming. You’re telling me you’re there but it’s even hotter cause you’re mouth is full of me. Your eyes roll back as I tell you to cum. Your fingers know exactly what to do but amazingly you keep sucking. Moaning and shaking with a mouth full of my dick. I place my balls back in your mouth as you ride out your orgasm. My cock is so hard it hurts. You just keep coming. And I’m ready. I’m ready to put every hard inch in that delicious pussy.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h156ke/far_off_escape_mf_exhibition_oral_first_post_long