It had all the cliches.
A scheduled arrangement. Two consenting adults, away from their own worlds and into another. One night to spend. One night to remember.
She had meetings all day. Conferences. Presentations. Luncheons. More meetings. It dragged on for centuries inside of the hours, feeling like a hundred years’ war in the span of a single work day. All in one of the more posh hotels in the city.
He woke up, just like any other day. Went to his normal job, but today had higher lack of productivity that normal. His mind was on something else. It was on her. Solely focused on her.
Today was a different day for both of them. Since her day was commandeered by others, and his mind was wondering in many other places than his tasks at hand, very little communication happened between them. While the typical days had them checking in hourly with each other, this day’s schedule kept that away, making that anticipation deeper.
As soon as he felt comfortable enough to leave, he gathered his things up at his desk, bid his coworkers a good evening, and headed towards that city.
Traffic. Of course.
One thing to be clear about, is that you never want to get in the way of a person and an orgasm.
As traffic mounted, the normal 45 minute drive turned into an hour, cutting into the time they were to have together. He knew that once he got to her, after fighting the commuters and people out for the evening, the anxiety and anger would subside.
He called her. She had just finished up for the day. Always the prepared one, she asked if he needed anything for when he arrived.
“Only you.”
“Good. Room 1217. I’ll be ready,” she said.
Upon his arrival, he valeted the car, and headed into the hotel. Taking no time to observe the setting, he found the elevators, walked in, and pressed 12.
The elevator gave a little shake as it started, accelerating towards its desination. A smooth slowdown around floor 10 guided it perfectly to the floor.
Following the signs, he found the directions towards the rooms ranging from 1201-1215, and then 1216 to 1225. Finding his way, he passed the vending and a hotel maid cart, finally finding room 17.
The door was cracked open using the movable door latch. He slowly opened to see her, leaning up against the bed, her back towards him. A skinny, form fitting flower dress hung from her shoulders to below her knees. Open-toed shoes, nails on her fingers and toes painted red, her hair straightened and perfected. She never needed makeup, but her lips shined with red lipstick.
He set a small bag down in the corner walked over to her. She turned towards him, and they met in the middle of the room.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
His arms around her, he felt her back. He could feel her back muscles tensing after all of that hard work in the gym where they saw each other often. His hands running all over that dress, up to her shoulders and down to her ass, taking in each fiber, trying to record everything in his mind. She wrapped her hands around his neck, on his shoulders. A perfect place for them to rest.
His mouth getting closer to hers, the only thing he could see, or he wanted to see, were her eyes. Their lips touched, surprising the both of them. Their mouths opened, and tongues danced with each other.
Lifting her dress to her waist, he felt underneath. His hands grabbing her impeccable ass, fingers dancing under the elastic of her underwear, and then chasing up her spine. She trembled as he pulled her close, and she could feel him.
“Did you play today, baby?” she asked.
“No. I saved it for you.”
“Mmm that’s hot,” she said, their tongues still dancing while holding the conversation.
He turned her around. Now his hands were against her waist, feeling her stomach and pulling up to her breasts. She felt tiny in his arms, the way she always wanted to feel.
His left hand lifted her dress and slid into her purple underwear. Rubbing against her, he could feel her getting wet.
One arm around her waist, he eased her over onto the bed. Her hands and face on the bed and still standing, his hands ran down around her ass, pulling her underwear tight, letting it squeeze her.
He lifted her back up, and began kissing her neck.
“I need a shower. Would you like to join me?”
“Yes.”
He went in first, making sure to wash quickly as he waited for her. She came in, careful to not get her hair wet. The steam built up from both the hot water and each other. Two bodies against each other, soap on each of them. Her nipples hard enough to scratch a diamond, and he getting hard enough to break concrete.
He turned her around, her body against the tiles, still cold. His body against hers, cock throbbing against her perfect ass. He kissed her, starting at the back of her neck, working his way down. On to her back, down to her hips, and to her ass, where he spent some time as she spread her legs to let his tongue work inside of her.
He stood up, now fully ready for her. The shower stayed hot, and he stood in front of her. He kissed her collarbone and slid his hand back down to her ass, letting his fingers dance with her, pressing gently into her as she let out small moans.
She started working down his body. His chest, his torso, down to his cock. Taking him into her mouth, she remembered how it felt. How full it was. How hard it was.
She spend some time there as his breathing got heavier and faster. He pulled her up, kissing her, and asked, “Would you like to get out?”
“Sure.”
They emerged from the bathroom, nearly dried off, covered in towels. He walked over and sat down at the foot of the bed. She approached him and opened her towel. He looked at her, eyes full of her body in front of him. He buried his face into her and put her nipples into his mouth. Her nipples were perfect, and his mouth fit them perfectly. Always thinking that he could spend days there. His hands all over her, but mostly on her back and on her ass. She loved it when he played with her ass.
When he touched it. When he slapped it. When he licked it. When he fucked it.
Still sucking on her candy-flavored nipples, he reached back and slapped her ass. She let out a whimper, so he slapped it again. This time harder. By the sound of her breathing and a small yelp, he could tell that was just enough.
One more time, and she’d had enough. She pushed him backwards onto the bed, his legs hanging down to the floor. She motioned him to move towards the middle of the bed. He laid back and she climbed towards him.
Taking his hard cock into her mouth, she nearly choked on him. Her mouth sliding up and down with her hand, she was sure to take all of him, even though it was a challenge at times for her. A few breaks to tend to his balls while still jerking on him, she could see his stomach and chest moving quickly,
She took her tongue down below, she moved past his balls, working on his ass. He let out a moan, but she didn’t stop. She loved hearing his voice, especially when it was shortened by her work.
She stopped and climbed on top of him.
Rubbing her now soaking clit against his cock, she could feel him getting harder while she got wetter. She leaned down on him and kissed him while tugging his hair.
“Baby, I want you to fuck my ass.”
They rearranged themselves. She went to grab a few things from another part of the room. Walking away, she looked back at him while he laid there. As naked as the day was long, she could see how hard he was still.
“Jesus fuck,” she said out loud.
“What?” he asked, worried that something might have just gone wrong.
“That’s intimidating,” she replied.
He loved watching her walk away, her beautiful body swaying in the dimly lit room, and then approaching him again. She walked back over, joining him on the bed. She handed him a small bottle of lubricant and motioned him to get up.
She positioned herself on her hands and knees. He got up behind her and then against her. He applied some of what was in the bottle onto him and then on to her.
Rubbing his hard cock against her ass, she reached back to open it up a bit.
“Baby, go slow.”
Applying more from the bottle, he asked if she was ready.
“Oh yes.”
Taking his cock into his hand, he began pressing himself into her. More pressure into her, and she began to open herself even more.
Once she was ready, he used more from the bottle, and with one more slight push, her ass starting taking him in.
“Ooohhhhuhhh,” she let out.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, baby. Come on and fuck me.”
He started thrusting into her, taking his time and going slow. She was grinding against his cock, loving how hot he felt.
“Go harder.”
He sped up, but kept slowing down in anticipation that her tight fucking ass would make him fill her up.
“Come on, baby, fuck my fucking ass like you mean it.”
“Baby, if i go faster, I’m going to cum.”
“That’s the point.”
His hands on her shoulders and in her hair, he started fucking her faster. And harder. Deeper inside of her, deeper than he’d ever been.
She let out a moan with each thrust. Her ass opening up for him, he kept going harder.
“Baby, I’m ready,” he told her.
“Go.”
He let out a moan that made her smile. As he was moaning, she felt him release inside of her, filling her up full of his hot cum.
As he relaxed, she could feel him still, inside, and still hard.
He slowly eased himself away from her and laid beside her. She collapsed into his arms. They laid there, basking in the glow of each other for just a few minutes.
After a few minutes, he mentioned that he need another shower, and she joined him to a quick wash. Back out into the room, she wore a silky black robe, and he wore just the boxers he had on when he arrived.
Room service was ordered, and they relaxed with each other on the bed. Enjoying company, recovering, nourishing. A perfect atmosphere for the two of them.
After some time laying together on the pillows, he turned to his side to admire her. He was always struck by her. How she looked. How she smelled. How she sounded when she talked to him, be it in conversation or during their intense fucking sessions, he always loved hearing her voice.
She was, in all aspects to him, perfection.
He felt himself pulled to her, and before he knew it, his hand was on her leg. Running his hand up and down, he could feel her skin against hers. Lifting her robe to get closer to her, his mind recorded her body through his hand. Her breathing picked up, feeling him again. Her eyes closed, he leaned over to her, kissing her. His hand made its way to her pussy, rubbing on it.
Her hands opened her robe, exposing her nipples into the cool hotel room air. Her hand joined his as he spread her slightly open to feel how wet she was getting. His hand and hers covered in her, the fed each other her pussy juices, licking up every drop.
His hand made its way back down to her pussy, now fingering her has she moaned. His tongue in her throat, then to her perked nipples, teasing them, sucking them, flicking them. She started moaning.
Then she pushed him away.
“You. Lay back,” she said. “I want to suck that cock again.”
As she commanded, he laid back. She climbed on top of him and moved down to his now throbbing cock. He used his hands to help stroke his cock while she swallowed him down. One hand on his cock, and one hand in her hair. She moaned as she blew him. She always loved blowing him. And he reciprocated by giving her what she always wanted at the end.
She moved back and forth from his cock to his balls, always paying attention to his moans and moves.
She worked him, telling him how much she loved it. Making sounds as she slurped him down, she thought that he had never been harder.
As she kept going, he said up, grabbed the back of her hair, and shoved his tongue down her throat again. He moved her onto her back.
“Did you bring them?”
“The clamps?”
“Yes.”
She reached over, already prepared for him to ask. She picked up the nipple clamps.
“I may have used these already last night.”
“Baby, that’s so hot.”
“I thought of you.”
He helped her put them on, and she gasped as they squeezed her tight.
He kissed all over her tits and back to her mouth while using his fingers in her tight pussy.
He put himself on top of her, hard cock in hand, and rubbed it on her clit. She begged him to fuck her.
Slowly, he put his now aching cock inside of her, feeling himself feel like hot coals. She was so hot inside, which made his cock hurt.
Back and forth, he started fucking her. She moved to get herself comfortable, twisting the nipple clamps while she got wetter and wetter. Soaking, he could feel her nearly dripping on him.
He started moving faster, harder, deeper. She made moans and noises he’d never heard from her. Erotic, fucking noises.
“Come on, baby, fuck my hot pussy. Let me feel you.”
“My god you feel so fucking good. You’re so fucking hot. So fucking perfect.”
She got louder and louder, he got closer and closer.
Her breath short, her skin sweating, she wanted him in her. On her. All over her.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He pulled himself out of her, and straddled on top of her.
He started stroking himself, feeling the need for release.
She was playing with her nipples still; so hard that they were hurting; but so perfect she didn’t want to stop.”
Stroking himself faster and faster, she begged him to cum all over her.”
“Come on baby. Right on my tits.”
“Oh god baby. Here I come. Good god fuck I love fucking you.”
He stroked harder and faster, and released all over her tits, her hands, and her nipples.”
“Mmmmmmmphohhh mmmmph.”
“Oh god baby that’s so fucking hot.”
He laid down next to her to catch his breath, dizzy from the intense release of the end.”
He reached next to the bed and grabbed a towel. Helping her take off the clamps and clean up, he took a quick visual survey of her.
She was as beautiful as she’d ever been. Hair a mess, makeup smeared. He knew he’d never see her like this again. So he was sure to remember how she looked in that moment.
A quick kiss to the forehead, he was sure to hold her for the next moments until it was time to go.
A perfect girl for a perfect night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jfds64/my_first_post_here_mf