[Link to Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/intig1/sixsex_a_six_part_series_on_successful_seduction/) | [Link to Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iobesg/sixsex_part_2_can_we_cuddle_mf/) | [Link to Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iobkqq/sixsex_part_3_business_birthday_and_about_to/)
We can skip over day five – the exhaustion was next-level, and I had a late night in the office working on my team’s demo and presentation.
Finally, it was Friday – day six of this tantalizing trip. Our presentation went well, and I got to see a free concert at work. I was at ease and so thankful for the weekend. After catching up with some former and current coworkers, I met up with a couple of girlfriends for dinner and then drinks at Pagan Idol, a tiki bar. I had invited Ryan to come over to my hotel whenever he was back from work. I was incredibly nervous and excited. Something about the allure of a private hotel room, compounded with exhaustion bordering on delirium, coupled with the fact it was nearing the end of my stay, made me curious about what the night would bring. I expressed all of this to my girlfriends as we sipped on our exotic fruit-infused cocktails. They were excited and curious too, along for the ride of what seemed like a PG-13 erotic novel with the potential to unfold into an X-rated drama.
Ryan arriving at my hotel room is a bit of a blur. My mind was preoccupied with trying to act normal – you know, as a normal platonic friend who offered her very handsome friend of the opposite sex her hotel room for a night’s rest. In my text invitation to him, I did mention the fact that there were two beds in the room, should he feel more comfortable hanging out a few feet away. When he got to my room, we chatted a bit and pretended like everything was normal. This was an ordinary situation: Friday evening, hotel room in the middle of the city, attractive ex-boyfriend coming to spend the night. What was suspicious about that?
I was in a particularly good mood. I was done with my work presentation, and the rum in my tummy from the tiki drinks gave me some warmth and liquid courage to start the weekend strong. After what we deemed was the appropriate amount of niceties and flirtatious banter, we shed our work attire and crawled into one of the two beds. With almost a week’s worth of flirtatious mingling behind us, it didn’t take as long to get into the rhythm of things. Soon enough, Ryan was on top of me. We pressed our bodies against each other and our lips met, gingerly puckering to greet each other before parting to allow our tongues to swirl in a deep, sensual kiss. Our lustful embraces switched forms, almost as if we were wrestling. I climbed on top of him, kissing his neck and running my hands down his arms and his sides, squeezing his hips and upper thighs. We started breathing more heavily, each squeeze a bit harder and longer than the last.
Then, Ryan abruptly got up to use the bathroom. When he returned, he flopped on the bed, and fell asleep.
I was flabbergasted, and honestly offended. Had I done something wrong? Was he not enjoying himself? And –my paramount feeling here – I was *so* incredibly aroused that I could physically feel my frustration in my furrowed eyebrows. Suddenly I was grateful for the other bed in the room. I was huffy and went to lie down on it.
Eventually, Ryan realized I wasn’t next to him. In yet another middle-of-the-night, hazy sleep-deprived exchange, he somehow convinced me to return to bed with him. And then, a breakthrough. Ryan looked at me, quite seriously, and said “Ok,” accompanied by a simultaneous nod. We both understood this to mean, “I’m ready. Do you have a condom?” In a newfound state of shock at the seemingly out-of-the-blue and almost eager go-ahead, I grabbed a condom from my suitcase and set it on the bedside table.
Before I knew it, Ryan was *all over me*. It was like a switch had flipped. He was kissing me everywhere, grabbing me forcefully, running his hands up and down my breasts, the small of my back, and my legs. He hopped to the edge of the bed, removed my bottoms, parted my legs, and started licking and sucking on my clit. He was ravishing me, but I wasn’t about to let him have all the fun. I hoisted myself up and pinned him down, quickly rotating my body 180 degrees so he still had full access to my lower lips, and I, too, had close-up access to his erection. As he continued to eat me out, I caressed his balls in one hand, and guided his hard cock to my lips with the other. I gently kissed the head, letting my tongue lightly swirl along its surface. I then slid my tongue underneath the length of his shaft, engulfing his penis in my mouth, lightly sucking and moving back and forth while feeling him get harder and harder. We played for a while. We returned to making out passionately, groping each other like pubescent adolescents unable to get enough of each other.
Ryan reached for the condom on the table. There was something very hot about watching him tear off the wrapper (hastily) and stroke himself as he ensured its secure placement. I lay on the bed on my back, breathing shallowly as I anticipated the next move. He scooted himself closer to me, leaning forward and hovering over me slightly as he positioned his cock at the opening of my wet pussy. Slowly, he pushed himself in. And then, I lost it. Pretty immediately, my shallow breathing turned heavy and moany. I bucked my hips to meet his pelvic thrusts, which got deeper each time and were increasingly accompanied by a sultry groan. Our rhythm picked up. His arms had mine outstretched and pinned down on the bed. My legs were spread apart around each side of his body, and occasionally I would cross them and squeeze them into his back to pull him in closer to me. I could feel the buildup of a powerful orgasm. I lifted my butt and my legs up and back a bit so that Ryan’s thrusts were even deeper, and I could feel the length of his cock rub steadily against my clit. I could tell he was close too – his cute groans that I remembered so well were getting louder, and both of us were sweaty and a bit uncontrolled in our increasingly erratic movements. Finally, neither of us could hold out any longer. I felt an orgasmic wave of pleasure rush over every part of my body, like a waterfall cascading over the edge of a cliff for the first time. The pressure release was enormous, and I could feel Ryan’s hot cum pulsating out and seemingly filling me up, even despite the condom.
It had been a wild and unpredictable ride over the last week, both physically and emotionally. That morning, I wasn’t sure he would come to my hotel.
Anyways, the important thing is that he came. And so did I.
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