The Night Clerk – Part 3 [MF] [travel] [hotel] [clerk]

About three months had passed since our last time together. Rita and I kept in touch via text primarily and the occasional phone call during those three months. We joked and teased each other and sometimes got quite flirty, all in good fun. I was finally going to be in Rita’s city again soon and we both looked forward to the opportunity to spend some time together.

My visit to the city would be a short one…flying in late on a Tuesday night and flying back out on Wednesday evening. My meetings were going to be on Wednesday afternoon, so the only time I could meet with Rita was Wednesday morning after she got off work. She agreed to meet me then and arranged for a friend to watch her daughter for a few hours that morning.

Our text conversations had covered a multitude of topics and generally gave us a chance to get to know one another better and be more comfortable with each other. Rita became more open and chatty since the last time we met, which, at times, made for long and engaging exchanges. She was pretty open to talk about anything and didn’t shy away from standing firm on her beliefs and making it known that she couldn’t be convinced otherwise. The more we wrote to each other, the more I discovered that by no means was she a shy, submissive woman. She was smart, strong and was not an easy pushover.

Her strong personality collided with her husband’s desire to be “in control” of her at all times. She shared with me some stories of her husband’s abusive behavior when she didn’t do as he asked. She thought that the fact that he was from a wealthy family and she from a poor one gave him even more reason for him to behave this way. She said that most men from where she was from had the same belief that the woman should be submissive to her husband and not question them. The rural, mostly uneducated, culture and society she came from still did not give women equal treatment and were extremely backward thinking.

My travel to her city was uneventful and I got to the hotel on Tuesday evening. I had booked a room at a hotel about 10 minutes away from where Rita worked. Once I got there and checked in, I texted her the hotel address and my room number.  She wrote back and confirmed she would get to my room about 7:30 the next morning. I spent the evening having dinner and preparing for my meeting and went to bed at a decent time.  With the anticipation of meeting Rita in the morning, my mind kept wandering and it took a little time for me to fall asleep.

I got up early the next morning and shaved, showered and put on some gym shorts and a t-shirt. Just before 7:30, I went down to the hotel’s breakfast bar and got some coffee, orange juice and some snacks for us to enjoy. Once back in my room, I placed everything on the room desk and laid back down in bed and under the covers. After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. I got up out of bed and walked over to open the door for her.

I unlocked and opened the door. Rita said hello and stepped inside and placed her purse and bag on a chair. Then she turned around and gave me a hug and we exchanged greetings. She was still in her work uniform and said she wanted to take a quick shower and change into different clothes. She grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. It was just a quick few minutes before she was done and came out in a pair of black shorts and a bright yellow tank top.

She didn’t bother putting on a bra and her one erect nipple was clearly evident through her thin tank top. She looked at me and smiled and said, “I just want to be relaxed and comfortable…I hope you don’t mind.” I replied with, “No problem, that’s exactly how I’d like you to feel.” She giggled, came up to me and gave me a nice long hug. She felt so good to hold. She put her face in front of mine and rubbed noses with me. I wanted our lips to touch, but held back. It was incredibly hard to keep from doing that. The way it felt holding her, the fresh smell coming from her and her warmth was overwhelming. 

We separated after some time and I held her hand and walked over to the desk with the snacks and drinks and asked her what she wanted. She took a glass of juice and a pastry and I grabbed a cup of coffee and a slice of buttered toast. We sat on the small sofa in the room and chatted and enjoyed our snacks. The small talk was going well and we were enjoying each other’s company. As I had hoped, we began to get a little touchy with each other and slowly inched closer. She teased me by saying, “You just can’t keep your hands off me, can you?”. “I think the feeling is mutual, Rita, as you’ve been just as handsy as I’ve been.”, I replied.

“Hehe, I guess you’re right. We’re even, then.”

“I don’t want to be even, I want to be ahead.”

“And how do you propose you are going to do that?”

“I have some ideas, but I’m not sure which one you’d be comfortable with.”

“You won’t know unless you ask.”, she responded.

“Well, Rita, I recall you saying your ex was not too sensual and it seems like he took the lead and was concerned more about satisfying himself than taking care of you during sexy times. I’d like to do the opposite, just take care of you and not worry about me. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like fun for me…but not for you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Giving you pleasure is what I’d really like to do. The last time we met, I witnessed that you’re able to pleasure yourself pretty well. That’s really good and absolutely nothing wrong with that. I’m actually very pleased that you felt comfortable enough to do that with me.”

“You’re pretty easy to be comfortable with and I really enjoyed my time with you. I really didn’t feel awkward doing it and did what I felt like doing and pretty much knowing you’d be completely fine with it.”

“You’re absolutely right. It’s your body and you have full right to give yourself pleasure anytime you want. That’s how most of us learn about and explore how we do and don’t like to be touched sexually. We’re all different and we all enjoy in our own ways. Now that you’re an adult and not under mommy and daddy’s roof anymore, you can take your time and do things differently and not feel like you have to hurry up and finish quietly before you get caught. Haha, I remember those crazy teenage days in the family bathroom or in a locked bedroom worrying about someone knocking on the door and asking what’s taking so long. Anyway, what do you think of my suggestion?”, I asked.

“The same rule as before applies, Rohan, no sex.”

“What you’re saying to me is that you’re not okay with penetrative sex. Is that right?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I don’t think I’m ready for that quite yet.”

“I completely understand. There’s a lot we can still do and enjoy ourselves. Let me ask you, is oral sex okay with you?”

“Rohan, I have to tell you something. I have never had oral done to me. My ex never attempted to do it for me, even though I asked him a few times. He said he wasn’t comfortable putting his mouth or face down there.”

“Rita, I’m sure that hurt when he said that.  I’m sorry he treated you that way and made you feel bad about your body. I won’t do that. I have no problem going down on you and giving you as much pleasure as I’m physically able to.”

“To be honest, I’m a bit nervous about it. I’m not sure how I feel about letting you do that to me.”

“I understand and I’m sure most women feel the same way about a guy going down on them for the first time. It puts you in a vulnerable position and opening yourself up like that can be really nerve racking. Look, I’ve told you we won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with and you can stop me anytime, just as I told you before. We can attempt it and if it doesn’t feel right to you, no problem, we can stop.”

“Rohan, I do trust you and am glad you really take my feelings into consideration. Some good wine before doing this would have been great to take the edge off,” she replied and then giggled.

I replied with, “That would have been great. But being sober and in the moment has its own rewards. You’ll remember everything and not have to try so hard to recall what happened, what felt good, what didn’t and so on for next time. If you’re okay with it, let’s move to the bed.”

“Okay. Let’s give it a try. Just go slow…very slow.”

“As you wish, Rita. No worries.”

We then got up and walked over to the bed and laid down. We hugged, cuddled and rubbed noses for a while. There were a few light kisses and touching of the lips, which absolutely felt wonderful. All this time, our hands were touching and grabbing one another all over. We were rolling around on the bed as we both got more and more excited.

We slowly started to peel one another’s clothes off. My t-shirt was the first to go. We were both sitting up on our knees and Rita grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my head and tossed it aside. I returned the favor by lifting and removing her tank top and exposed her upper body. We hugged, bare skin to bare skin, and fell onto the bed. We groped each other and rolled around a little more.

Rita got up and straddled my legs as I was on my back. She gazed at the tenting of my shorts caused by my erection. Then she reached under my boxer’s waist band and pulled and stretched it up. Then she playfully reached up along my thighs through the opening of my shorts and boxers and teased me with her soft hands. I was enjoying the feelings and just lay there watching her. Then she slid her hands under the waist band of my boxers again and gripped them and started tugging them down. I lifted my hips slightly and she pulled my shorts and boxers down to my thighs and causing my rigid manhood to spring free. Then I lifted my legs and bent my knees and in one swoop, she removed both items of clothing, leaving me naked and exposed.

She got off the bed after that and headed to the restroom and said, “I’ll be right back.” I laid there with my eyes closed and touching/massaging myself gently as she used the restroom. After she washed her hands, I heard her walk closer to the bed and then she whispered, “I’m ready, are you?” I opened my eyes and saw her standing there, naked, at the foot of the bed. I got up on my knees on the bed, smiled and said, “You look beautiful. I am so ready for you and so happy for the chance to pleasure you to your delight.”

I held her hands, helped her onto the bed and guided her to lie down on the bed, face up. Kneeling next to her, I very lightly ran my fingers all over her body. It felt a little ticklish and she squirmed a little at times. I went up and down the side of her body from her waist to her underarms, all along her arms to her fingertips, from her neck down between her breasts to her belly button and then up and down her legs both on the inside and outside. I did this routine a few times before I moved down to the foot of the bed near her feet.

I held her feet and placed them about eight inches apart. Enough space for me to enjoy and not too much to make her feel uneasy. I placed both of my hands on her shins and I begin to kiss, lick and nibble on her feet, ankles and lower leg. I slide my hands up as my head moves up her leg and I slide them back down as my head goes down her leg. I slowly move up her legs to her thighs and do the same with my lips and tongue. Now my hands were resting on her abdomen and I’m gently massaging and squeezing and exploring with them.

I continue to cover her thighs with kisses and licks as I slowly nudge her legs apart and lie down between them with my head between her legs. I softly kiss and nibble on her inner thighs and she squeezes my head between them gently as I do that. I alternate sides going up and down each of her inner thighs and getting closer and closer to her luscious lips each time. I grip her hips with my hands and feel their nice curves. I tell her that she feels great and that I love holding her in my hands. I ask her to just relax and enjoy and just be in the moment with all the feelings and sensations. I encourage her to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t with her hands.  One tap of her finger on me means it feels good and to keep going…two finger taps means that it doesn’t feel good and to stop. 

As I moved my head further up, I felt her fuzzy hair on my nose as well as the warmth emanating from her sex due to all the blood engorging her vulva. Her lips were shaved smooth and she had a nice, clean and trimmed bush on her mound. Her outer lips were slightly parted from being aroused, exposing her inner lips and her wetness. I hovered over her lips and breathed deeply through my mouth…exhaling warm moist air onto her. I kept my distance, not allowing my lips to physically touch her full lips yet. The anticipation was surely building. I then wet my tongue and gave a feather light slow, warm, moist lick on the entire length of her lips starting at the bottom and ending at her mons. This released a big sigh and a little moan from Rita’s mouth.

For the next few minutes, I licked up one side and down the other, right in the crevice between her plump lips and her thighs. I started with a very light graze of my tongue and every few licks, I increased the pressure.  I had learned that the entire area down there is an erogenous zone, not just the lips or the little bean of pleasure, the clit. In fact, it was now known that the clitoral tissue extended from the small tip and shaft hidden under the hood up to the pubic bone and then back down under the lips and around the vaginal canal like a wishbone. So licking with pressure on either side of the lips was believed to stimulate the “legs” of the clit under the lips. And judging from Rita’s reactions to what I was doing, that seemed to be true. 

I continued licking for a few minutes and moved slowly inward so I was now licking up and down directly over her full and swollen lips. Her flower was in full bloom now and I’m sure was aching to be played with. Her delicate parts looked inviting and were openly displaying their contrasting dark and deep pink colors. I looked up at her face and she looked me right in the eyes, didn’t say a word, but just bit her lower lip. Looking at her from this position was simply amazing. My eyes surveyed across her body from her hips to her face. What they saw were a nice round mound with loosely trimmed hair, a slightly spongy stomach area with smooth skin, two nice perky breasts defying gravity the best they could and a face that was exhibiting extreme bliss as I explored her most intimate area.

Her left hand was caressing and squeezing her left boob and stiff nipple and her right hand rested on her right thigh. Rita’s hips were rocking slowly and her breathing was getting heavier. She moved her right hand onto my head and said, “You feel amazing…I love what you’re doing…don’t stop.” Who was I to disappoint her? I changed my motion and slowly and softly licked up, right between her lips, from the bottom to the top and then rested my entire tongue and open mouth on her moist, warm vulva for a few seconds. I did this repeatedly and I could feel Rita’s grip tightening on my head.

The light licking was driving her crazy as I felt her hand pushing my head into her and her hips thrusting up for more pressure and pleasure. She was young, strong and very horny and just used to moving things along quickly as she did with her ex or when she used her own hands and fingers to pleasure herself. She wanted more, but I wanted her to go slow. The slow, progressive buildup is what she needed for a nice, powerful finish.

From my position between her lovely legs, I slid my hands under her thighs and reached up and gripped her hips so I could hold her down. When she thrusted up, I gripped tighter with my fingers and resisted her attempts. When she tried to push my head down, I would resist her motion. “Harder…I need it harder.” she commanded. I responded with “I can tell you want that, but, no, not yet. You have to wait for it. Give it some time.”

“Oh my god…it feels so good, Rohan.”

“Rita, trust me, it will get even better. I want you to enjoy the journey just as much as the destination…relax, take it all in and savor it.”

I was once like that as well…hurried to the finish line. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to enjoy the whole experience along the way and pace myself. It’s not that I don’t or can’t hurry at times when needed for times sake or whatever other reason, but the hurried approach was an exception and a nice, slow pace was generally the rule for me.

She squeezed her legs and wrapped them around my head. I proceeded with what I was doing and slowly increased the pressure of my tongue’s licking and probing. The sweet taste and smell of Rita’s sex was exhilarating. As I applied more pressure with my tongue, I began to feel the different folds and textures of her inner lips. Her wetness was everywhere and it felt and tasted great. Everything felt silky smooth down there. Occasionally, I stopped and nibbled and sucked on her engorged lips…both inner and outer, alternately. I gripped them between my lips and sucked on them, drawing them into my mouth. Rita’s reaction to this was unmistakable. She was thoroughly enjoying what I was doing to and for her.

Rita’s breathing was getting shallower and her thrusts more powerful. I released my grip on her hips which allowed her to move to her delight. I stiffened my tongue and kept my head still so she could use it to please herself. She had the freedom to move at her own pace and apply the pressure she wanted. My tongue and mouth were just tools for her gratification at this point. After a few moments of moving around almost wildly, she settled into a smooth rhythm, at the right spot, with just the pressure she needed to be pleased with my tongue. I was in awe of her at this point and simply relishing in her delight. I was happy that she was happy and savoring what I was experiencing.

Soon her movements got a little faster and she shifted where she was rubbing herself on my tongue from between her swollen lips to her hardened and swollen clit. She used my tongue to make a flicking motion up and down on it as I continued to hold my head and tongue still. Her hands reached out grabbing and squeezing the sheets. As she approached her climax, she pressed harder onto my tongue, increased the speed of her movements and she released some high pitched moans. It was just a short time before she reached orgasm and her body began trembling in waves. She was panting and saying words I didn’t understand…probably words from her native language…with a few “oh my god” and “mmm” sounds mixed in there.

As the pulsations in her body subsided, she put her hand on the back of my head and pulled it in closer to her. She said, “Just keep me warm. Your mouth feels so good there.” I opened my mouth and pressed it on her drenched lips. She casually just rocked her hips in small movements and held my head in place. She caught up with her breathing and relaxed her body and ran her fingers through my hair as she basked in pure gratification.

I eventually slid up next to her and cuddled with her. We were spooning, with me behind her. I was casually enjoying playing with her tits with Rita’s encouragement as she took my right hand and placed it on her for me to enjoy them. They felt so nice to cup and fondle. We just laid there chatting and enjoying each other’s company for a while before we realized it was time for me to get ready to leave. We showered together, helped clean each other up and dried each other as well. The morning came to an end after we were both dressed and ready to go. We hugged each other and lightly kissed, lip to lip, and walked out of the hotel room together.

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