Just like we planned

We meet her in the lobby of a hotel.

Just like we planned.

I Casually pass her the key card and turn to walk away immediately.

Anyone in the lobby would think we are total stranger, an the truth is— we are.

We met online, in a room where people explored their most sexual fantasies and desires with other strangers.

One night she started commenting on one of my fictionalized fantasies. I responded, and we began to chat. Before the sun came up, we had both made a solid plan to meet in real life to try one of our fantasies together.

As I walked away from her in the lobby, my heart was like a jackhammer.

She looked even better than her profile picture, not that her good looks were the main reason we were meeting.

We were just both so connected on a sexual level, that we HAD to meet.

Even still, that first glance of her standing by the bright yellow M&Ms vending machine was almost enough to bring me to my knees.

She was gorgeous.

Walking away from her was just as hard as I was rapidly becoming.

Would she follow me?

She knows to follow me from a distance while I head back to my room…that was the plan.

But what if she doesn’t?

I get to my door and get it open it just as I hear the elevator doors open down the hall.

I know it’s her. She’s following me just like we planned.

I can her nervous breathing outside the door. She might be having second thoughts, or maybe she’s just not as into meeting strangers at hotels as I had thought.
I hear the key hard slide into the slot with a click followed by a satisfying beep.
My heart lurches and I hold my breath.

When she opens the door, my room is dark.
The shades have been shut and the room is silent and still.

She steps inside.

As she passes the threshold, I grab her by the wrist and pull her in so that I can slam the door behind her.
She takes a sharp deep breath from shock as I have her pressed up against the door that just I had slammed behind her.

My mouth covers hers and muffles any startled cry she might have tried to make.

Her lips taste like the wine she chugged in the car to give her the courage to enter the building.

My lips burn against hers, and while I feel her lips pressing back against mine, my hands begin exploring her body.

I grip her by the hips and gently pull them into mine.

Her kisses are getting more and more intense, and she whispers that we don’t have long—

“My husband thinks I’m at a friends,” she says.
The room is still so dark that we can barely make each other out. But she can sense that my body has lowered in front of her.

She feels my hands caressing her thighs and sliding up under her skirt.

She can feel each finger as they part the elastic in her panties from her warm soft skin.

I slide them down, and can feel her heat and wetness emanating from them.

She’s dripping.

My mouth moves in quickly.

She arches her back and starts to moan, but no sound escapes her lips.

My tongue flicks and dances across her clit, and she feels waves slowing lapping against the shores of pleasure.

Each wave is slightly stronger than the last.

God, she tastes good.

Her skin is so soft, and I can smell the lavender soap she uses ever so slightly while I lick her up and down.

My mouth continues its diligent work when suddenly her hands slam flat against the door. She makes fists and scratches at the door like she’s trying to grip the solid surface like bedsheets.

The waves are too powerful now and she’s a volcano ready to erupt.

She didn’t realize that while I was enjoying every drop of her, I was removing my own pants.

As she finally lets out a powerful moan and begins to cum hard, I stand quickly and spin her away from the door.

The blood rushing from her brain from our sudden movement mixed with every nerve ending exploding from her passionate eruption causes her knees to buckle.

She’s weak from cumming.

I use this to my advantage and pull her down to the floor.
My head of my cock enters her, and she can feel it throbbing heavily in her molten opening.

My mouth hovers just above hers and she can smell herself on my breath.

She tries to kiss me, and I choose than moment to press myself a little further inside her.
Stretching herself just a little bit more, but enough to interrupt her kiss attempt with a sharp pleasurable gasp.

I press in just a bit more.

The heat she’s putting off is astounding, and my cock throbs again, causing electricity to race up her spine.

She tries to pull me all the way in, but I resist.

The room is dark, but she can just make out the smile forming on my face, and for an instant she is furious.

She knows I’m toying with her.

She wants- no- she NEEDS my cock all the way inside her, and I’m not delivering.

Frustration begins to build as I continually and slowly begin pull myself out of her.

She whimpers for only the briefest of seconds before I thrust deep inside her; causing her to moan loudly for the first time tonight.

Her throat burns from the deep breath she takes right after than moan, but the burning in her throat is overtaken by the pleasure of my cock -now pressing into her over and over.

Filling her.

Completing her.

We kiss passionately, and now I’m beginning to feel waves building up in me.

Cumming is eminent.

“I need to go grab a condom,” I whisper in her ear.

“No…” she purrs. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Her words arouse me, and we kiss deeply and passionately while I cum hard, thrusting harder and harder with each full load that is pumping into her.

She feels me throbbing and I feel her quiver.

Her legs shake a bit as she stands, and I can hear her fishing around on the floor for her panties.
She stands and slides her panties back up;
Leaving the evidence of our lovemaking inside of her.

I stand and try to say something, but I can’t catch my breath.
She bends over and cleans my cock with her mouth before standing up, moving closer to me, and whispering, “See you tomorrow.”

And then she walks out the door.

All just how we planned.

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