My first post! As usual, skip down to dotted line to get to the juicy parts!
Due to COVID-19, a wrench was thrown in my travel plans this year. Like everyone else, I was super disappointed about that, until a friend suggested I take a staycation in a nearby major city. I thought it was a great idea and booked a 2 night stay at a luxury hotel in the city.
I get to the hotel, check in and am blown away by the view in the hotel room. At 30 stories up, the floor to ceiling windows span the entire room and, in the washroom,, the glass shower doors provide an unobstructed view of the city skyline as well. I message Sam and send him pictures of my getaway and he responds with excitement. I ask if he has time to come over and “see the view” later, and he responds with uncertainty. That’s fine, I thought to myself, maybe another night…
I spend the day lounging around my room, catching up on shows I’ve missed because of work, masturbating, and eating delivery – since the hotel restaurant is closed, DoorDash is my best pal during my stay. At around 8:30pm, I text Sam again to see if he has any updates about his schedule and he’s oddly curt with his replies.
“Fine”, I thought to myself, “I’m not the one at loss here, I can keep entertaining myself tonight.”
I huff, throw the phone down on the bed and go take a long shower, staring into the stunning skyline lit up with city lights. While I’m walking back into the room and toweling off, I see that Sam has texted, “see you at 10:30?”
I can’t help but smirk with a bit of pride and reply back “okay, see you then. Let me know when you’re downstairs and I’ll come down to let you in.”
At around 10:45pm, I get a notification from Sam telling me that he’s downstairs. I put on some PJs and rush down the elevator to greet him. I exit the elevator and see Sam, standing there with his messenger bag slung around his chest, looking down at his phone. He notices me and starts walking briskly to meet me and we greet each other before heading in the elevator, and up to my room.
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I open my door and Sam follows me in. We both take off our shoes and Sam looks up.
“Wow, you were not kidding, and those pictures don’t do this view justice”, Sam quips. He walks to the windows and gazes quietly into the night, then walks over to the bathroom which touts the same view, admiring the layout of the whole place.
Sam turns around and says, “this is an amazing view and all, but I really need a shower.”
“Am I joining you?” I ask, knowing damn well what the answer is.
Sam walks up to me, closing our distance, staring into my eyes and says, “fuck yes you are.” Our lips touch for the first time that night. Sam then pulls away and we both immediately start stripping our clothes, racing each other into the washroom.
As we wait for the shower water to heat up, we wrap ourselves in an embrace to keep each other warm. His hands snake up my neck, grab a handful of my hair and he gently pulls my head back while looking me in the eye, “You know I was going to come see you no matter what, so no need to be sassy with me over text, sweetheart.”
I raise my brows at him with a knowing smirk, “I know, but half the fun is seeing you riled up for me anyways.” I let my hands wander around him and grip his ass, which makes him jump a little. I laugh at his reaction and pull him into the running water.
As we start to wash ourselves, I point out the view of the city from inside the shower. Sam turns his head to look and comments how it looks nice, but then turns around to look at me with a hunger in his eyes. I stare back and begin backing into the shower wall, as Sam follows me. He tells me to wrap my arms around his shoulders and before I can ask why, he lifts me with one arm and lets me sit on his knee which is perched against the shower wall. He then reaches down with the other hand and begins to circle my clit. My breath starts to get ragged when he puts one finger inside me and begins pumping. I tighten my hug on his shoulders and moan his name. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth and begins to suckle on them, licking around the areola every so often and then switches to the other one. I feel my legs weaken when he puts another finger in, slowing his stroke but increasing the depth that his fingers reach.
“Daddy… daddy… don’t stop, I’m about to cum!” I moan breathily in Sam’s ear. Sam keeps stroking that magical spot inside me as I start to tremble in his arms and scream, riding out my orgasm on his fingers before I collapse in his embrace.
Still catching my breath, he helps me steady my feet on the floor and I look up at him grinning. He smiles back, makes a show of licking the fingers that were in me, and turns back around to wash his face. We rinse off for a bit in silence before I step behind him, tap his shoulders and when he turns again, I drop to my knees and begin massaging his dick. I stick my tongue out and lick around the tip gently and feel Sam’s hand stroking my hair, careful to keep the water from getting in my face. Sam adjusts his stance to shield me from the streams of water and I begin to take it in my mouth, licking the underside and around the shaft.
I bob my head alongside the length of the shaft as I massage his balls and hear Sam groaning which gives me encouragement to take him deeper in my mouth. I shift my weight and grab on to the backs of Sam’s thighs as I feel the tip hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. I take his dick out of my mouth while still stroking it with my hand and ask him where he wants to cum.
“On your tits, please I want to cum on your tits!!” Sam begs.
I take him back in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip, flicking my tongue on the base of the head (frenulum). He grips my hair and starts to push my head down further. I feel him hit the back of my throat and moan a little bit with him inside, letting him feel the vibrations of my vocal cords.
I know he’s close when I feel him tensing up and take him out of my mouth to begin pumping him with my hands along the shaft. Sam’s breathing becomes increasingly labored and I aim his cock right at my chest.
I look up at him with a pleading look in my eyes and beg him, “please cum for me daddy, cover my tits with your delicious cum… pleaseee!!” Right as I look down on his cock, I see spurts of white, milky cum splash all over my chest as I hear Sam grunting and feel his legs shake with the intensity of his orgasm.
Sam looks down at me adoringly as he catches his breath and grins, “merry belated white Christmas, honey, hope you enjoyed it.”
I take a finger and swipe it across one of the globs of cum on my chest and stick the finger in my mouth, tasting him and blushing as he watches me do this.
“Mmm, thank you daddy, I knew I’ve been a good girl this year anyways…”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/knn5bn/fm_belated_white_christmas_pt1