Dedicated to the women of r/OnlineAffairs… whose pursuit of desire drives the heat of illicit fantasy…
“What floor?” I say, a wink and naughty smile masking the tempest of nerves building inside me.
This is not at all what I intended. This was supposed to be just an online experiment—a flirty exchange of messages to lighten my day, a secret indulgence that belonged only to me. Yet, here I am, almost suddenly, ready to ride an elevator to the hotel room of this man I met in person only hours ago.
I arrived almost incognito, my more formal attire a symbolic departure from my everyday casual wear. In my own head I needed to be someone different today in the event fantasy was to cross into reality. After a few craft beers and a whole lot of laughter, I find myself at exactly that nexus and it couldn’t feel more right.
In silence, he leads me down the hall, each step signaling an escalation of the anticipation building between my legs. As we cross the threshold into the room, I turn to look at him, the angles of his face shifting upwards into a smile as he met my eyes, making my pulse quicken.
“I want you to relax,” he says gently. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No…,” I say, almost too quickly. “I’m just…this is fucking crazy,” I say anxiously, a hint of embarrassment in my tone.
“If it helps, I’m a little nervous too,” he offers, my smile and ease in his presence quickly returning.
He reaches out and pulls me closer to him. Without saying a word and locking eyes with me, he unties my halter letting my dress fall to the floor. His lips fall slightly open as he takes in my body, still adorned with a lacy black bra and panties. I idly wonder whether I wore them to feel sexy, or if my newfound mischievous subconscious expected me to be exactly where I am.
I turn for him slowly, bathing in the wanton desire flushed in his stare. After I complete my circle I move to the corner of the bed and sit, suggestively crossing my legs. “Come, take off my heels,” I say playfully.
I delight in his swiftness, as he takes a seat on the floor in front of me. I present my leg to him with pride, its sinewy lines drawn by hundreds of miles of running trails. I try not to react as he holds my calf, his hands on my lower body for the first time. His study of the clasp was quick and within seconds he was unraveling the criss cross of leather that enwrapped my ankle—a lot faster than it took me to put on. It’s not my usual style of footwear, but this occasion called for the unexpected.
I cross my legs again, extending the next heel for him. He quickly shifts his body, positioning himself on one knee, gently placing my ankle on top of his thigh. He expertly releases the clasp, his fingers already trained from his initial attempt. Looking up at me, he slowly unwinds each loop, never once unlocking his gaze from mine. My tongue unconsciously traces my inner lip as I watch him lift it from my foot, neatly setting it adjacent to its matching pair. His hands return to my ankle, elevating it gently from his leg, his eyes again locked with mine. With a less innocent smile, he runs his hand up and down my calf, his touch assertive, masculine… confident.
I gesture him to sit next to me, masking the lump in my throat as my arousal begins to simmer…
Ignoring me, he instead stands and begins to disrobe. I watch as each button comes undone, my anticipation hitting a crescendo. As he pulls his undershirt over his head my eyes take in his bare chest for the first time. The dim light in the room paints shadows across his body’s chiseled contours and mine. As his hands return to his side, I impulsively reach out, running my fingers over his pecs then down to the lean abs that framed his lower torso.
I move further up on the bed and onto my back, pulling him with me. He lays parallel to me on his side, now openly ogling the curves of my breasts as they rise and descend, my breath suddenly becoming heavy.
Playfully, I put my hand under his chin, forcing his stare upwards. “You’ll have more than enough time to acquaint yourself with those,” I tease.
“No time like the present,” he replies, and in an instant his hand is behind me unclasping my bra. “Take it off,” he said assertively.
As if in a trance, I do as he asks, my hands reaching up and delicately pulling the straps off my shoulders and down my arms.
I give him this moment, pushing my arms slightly in to accentuate my feminine curves, presenting my bosom to him.
His hand moves forward, his eyes meeting mine again. I close my own and throw my head back looking to focus all of my senses on his touch. His palm moves gently from the top of my breasts and over my erect nipples sending chills to my lower body. He cups them softly as if savoring their delicateness, looking to know and feel its weight and texture.
I open my eyes to find him instead studying my face as his hands continued to explore. A sense of warmth washes over me as I again take in the moment, his body moving even closer to mine.
I decide right then that I want him. Desperately…
Sensing my mood, his hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me towards him until our faces were mere inches apart. “I’m going to kiss you,” he says matter of factly. “And then I’m going to relieve you of this need you’ve had burning inside you all these years.”
For a moment I freeze—this man, just a name and face to me for months, lying in bed half naked, me almost all-too-ready to spread my legs for him. But in the next moment I’m melting, his tongue tracing gently across my lips, then dancing in rhythmic circles, darting in and out, in symbolic thrusts. To my delight, he pulls me even closer, allowing me to press my mouth more forcefully against his, our hands instinctively exploring each other in response. His fingers soon found their way back to my nipples, his touch hardening them to the point of aching.
I arch my body towards his, nudging his head downwards. He reads my cue with aplomb, turning his attention from my lips to my swollen bosom without missing a beat. As his mouth latches on I throw my head back and moan, losing myself as he sets a hypnotic rhythm with his tongue. Unprompted, he moves from nipple to nipple, expertly using varying techniques upon each exchange, focusing his actions on those that elicit a quickened breath.
Ready to escalate to the next level, he moves his head down further, trailing kisses along my abs, a knowing smile forming on his lips before he moves even lower.
“Take them off,” he tells me, gesturing to my panties. I lift my hips and with no hesitation slip them down my legs and hand them to him, a prized trophy for his effort of seduction.
He parts my knees and takes his position between my thighs. I spread my legs further for him, guiding his face to my lust-soaked lips, catching my breath the second his mouth inhaled my wetness. Ever attentive, he moves his tongue softly on me, running the full length of my slit. His hands eventually find their way to my ass, lifting me into him. He starts slowly, teasingly, always keeping a trained gaze on my facial reaction. I respond in kind, making a show of playing with my nipples, unconsciously demonstrating how he might try to pleasure me in our next round. (Next round?!? What am I saying?!?) He responds in earnest, quickening the pace of his flicking.
I pull desperately at my tits, twisting them fully as if doing so would unlock the orgasm building beneath his touch. “Harder,” he commands before arching my hips so my clit remained pressed against his pointed tongue, my thighs pushing against his broad shoulders. I do as he says, pulling at my nipples, the burn beginning to build as blood continues to rush to my breasts. He reacts to my show of acquiescence, intensifying the pressure on my engorged button. Moments away from my release, I extend my hand, grabbling a fist full of his dark, wavy hair drawing him even tighter onto me. “Don’t stop… right there….”
And in that next instant I become undone, heralding my climax with a primal cry of passion. Waves of pleasure wash over me, the sea of erotic taboo fulfilling its promise of unbridled hedonism. As my breathing begins to slow, he pulls away, moving to the side of the bed until he stood over me, taking in my exposed body, my legs and pussy still open as I work to recover.
With the gentlest of touch, he clears the hair from my face, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand until I was composed enough to meet his eyes. My line of sight begins to trail downwards, again soaking in his lean physique. Reaching out I run my hand across his well-formed abs, each rigid contour a statement on his masculinity. My fingers fall further, tracing the outline of his hardness as it pressed out against his boxers.
From there I move with decisive purpose, pushing him back slightly until he is positioned against the wall adjacent to the bed, taking my place in front of him, on my knees, staring up into his face, a look of hunger now emanating from his soulful eyes.
Making sure he is watching, I run my tongue across my lips, turning my attention to the shape of his erection. “Your turn,” I say, both to him and the cock I’m about to engulf…
I look up a final time, wanting to record the expression on his face before I complete my surrender. I rake my fingers across his chest, in a slow downward motion over his stomach, hooking them into his waistband before a final yank released his cock into my life.
The head was deep red and swollen, pre-cum already dripping down his hard shaft. With a neatly trimmed nail, I trace a set of bulging veins on the underside to the base, then back up again, collecting a trail of his wet lust on my finger tip in the process. I glance up and take that extended digit into my mouth, sucking on it seductively as a preview of the pleasure to come. The salty taste sends my mind into a frenzy. It has been a long time since I have taken the cum of another man. I’ve missed it. Achingly. And now I want it.
Desperately.
I grip him at the base, marveling at the rigid feel of his tool. My soft lips form the perfect contrast to his stiff, throbbing rod. With several warm, wet kisses I form a meandering path along his length before swallowing him whole, arching my neck until he hits the back of my throat. Too much to take fully, I begin stroking him slowly, my tongue expertly swirling around the head. The sound of his low guttural moans fill the room as I increase the pace. Looking up, he has his eyes closed, clearly enjoying my touch. I take my time, savoring the headspace of my first new cock in years, alternating between sucking and licking, cupping his balls in an attempt to coax my prize from within.
His breath begins to quicken as he finally opened his eyes to look down at me. I pause briefly to give him a smile, the tip of his cock still hanging on my bottom lip. Releasing him momentarily, I again run my hands over his physique.
“Cum for me… let me taste you.”
I resume with earnest, my lips gliding over his smooth stick in a long, slurping frenzy. I feel his hand at the back of my head, bracing myself for the explosion to fill my mouth. When it doesn’t come, my eyes open, just as he withdraws, bringing his hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to him.
He guides me upwards, eyes transfixed, pushing me gently back towards the bed. With a hand at the small of my back, he settles me into position, my legs spreading instinctively in an open invitation, though we now both know the inevitability of what is to come.
He hovers his body just above mine, the head of his cock teasing my desire, pressed against my entrance. He brings his face lower, his lips brushing softly against my ear in the gentlest of kisses.
“Tell me” he whispers.
I take a deep breath, my answer immediate, spoken through clenched teeth as I arch my neck and back, ready to receive him.
“Fuck me”
I feel the warmth of my lust welcoming all of him as he pushes forward, capturing the fullness of his length as he bottoms out inside me. As the rhythm of his hips begins to build, my hands grope at his back, serving as leverage for my own upward thrusts to meet his. I look at his face, his eyes closed, focused on the pleasure he’s both taking and dispensing in these final moments of our passion.
The sounds of our carnal thirst fill the room, breathless moans and wet smacks of flesh become the final soundtrack for the consummation of our affair. Our eyes meet briefly before our mouths press together in a desperate expression of need, want, and raw desire. Each stroke of his cock pushes me closer to another release. No longer tender, his pelvis is pounding into my clit with the full force of his pent up hunger.
“Oh God… Yes… Just FUCK ME….”
My eyes roll back as my climax arrives a second time, wave after wave of pleasure igniting the space between my legs. The moans from my ecstasy frees my lover to seek his own cresting, my soaked hole eager to milk the warmth of my reward from him.
When he finally erupts, he is so quiet it takes me by surprise, forcing me to pause briefly before grabbing his ass to stay connected throughout his zenith. I feel him pulse inside me as rope after rope shoots into my pussy in a seemingly endless display of his wanting. I hold still for his last spurts, the volume of his cum overwhelming me. When the spasms finally subside, I nurse the last remnants of his apex with slow, seductive squeezes, before finally, though reluctantly, letting him drop from my slit.
His body collapses onto mine, completely spent by the whirlwind events of the past hour. Our breathing still heavy, the scent of our sex filling the air, I feel disoriented but thrilled by the exhilaration of this new level of pleasure and connection…
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