The Hotel Bar [MF] [Older Man]

Kelly had checked in to her hotel, but she hadn’t even bothered to go to the room before plopping on a stool at the hotel bar. The train ride had been long. Her job was demanding. Her family life was good for the most part, but if she were honest she’d admit a short break wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

She was tired, and it was all a little overwhelming. She decided a gin and tonic would help clear her mind—or at least relax it.

She had just motioned the bartender for a refill when an older man slid on to the stool next to her.

“I’ll pick up the next round for the young lady here,” he offered while gesturing to the bartender. Kelly glanced at him to refuse the offer, but then did a double-take when she recognized the voice.

“Mr. Cunningham?” she blurted. “Oh my god, is that you?”

“Hi Kelly,” the man grinned. “I thought that was you. Please, call me Andrew.”

In an instant, Kelly’s mind was transported back to high school. Her mind flashed with an image of Mr. Cunningham as she had last seen him: in his late thirties, fit, his brown hair tussled on top of a kind face. His loosened tie and easy smile showcasing his easygoing demeanor—he looked like someone she would want to get to know.

And oh, how 18-year-old Kelly had wanted to get to know him…

“What brings you to this part of the world?”

Mr. Cunningham’s question snapped Kelly back into present day.

“Oh, just work,” Kelly responded. She absentmindedly played with the straw in her drink between her fingers.

As they talked, Kelly examined her former teacher. The years were evident, but for the most part they’d been kind. He still had the same tussled hair, but now distinguished grey intruded on his temples. He still had the same fit build. And the same easy smile.

“You got hitched, did you?” Mr. Cunningham again brought her back into the conversation. He was looking at the ring on her finger.

“Oh, yeah, a few years ago. We have a kid and everything,” she responded.

“I wasn’t sure you’d settle down,” he teased. “I also have a son, born just a couple of years after you graduated.”

They smiled at each other while they sipped their drinks.

“I can’t believe the coincidence of us both being here,” Mr. Cunningham marveled. “I mean, I haven’t seen you since… well, since…”

“Yeah…” Kelly acknowledged, and a memory once again flooded her mind.

Kelly’s senior year, Mr. Cunningham had asked Kelly and her friend to help out with a project after school. Kelly was one of his favorite students, and it showed. After finishing the project, Kelly’s friend had left while Mr. Cunningham had been in a departmental meeting; when he returned to the room, he found the finished project and young Kelly both sitting on his desk. Her legs were crossed, the school uniform skirt exposing just enough thigh to tease the imagination of most men she came across.

Mr. Cunningham had been one of those men. After assessing the situation, he closed the door behind him and strode over to his young student. He stood close enough that she grabbed the tip of his tie, flipping it in her fingers and slowly pulling him closer.

He didn’t have to say anything; the look on his face was all the evidence she needed that he wanted her.

Kelly parted her legs as their bodies were soon just inches apart. She continued to reel him in using his tie, and he brushed a strand of hair from her face and cupped her cheek in his hand.

When their lips had met, it was like fireworks had gone off in her body. It wasn’t a rough kiss, but it was a deep and passionate one. His tongue gently probed her mouth and moved with hers. She could feel his desire for her in he rhythm of his shallow breaths.

But suddenly, he pulled away.

“Kelly,” he had sighed. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” she had whispered. “I want it.” She bit her lip and subtly pushed out her chest. “I think you want it, too.”

“I do,” he admitted, taking a few steps back now. “But I’m married. And you’re my student. They’ll fire me if they find out.”

“Fine, whatever.” Spurned, Kelly had grabbed her bag and stormed out the door. She pretended not to hear Mr. Cunningham calling after her as she slammed the classroom door behind her.

She skipped the final days of class, her grade long-ago assured to be a top mark due to the quality of her work. She heard Mr. Cunningham had called in sick for the rest of that week, as well. Neither of them had wanted to confront what had happened in the classroom that day. She graduated and hadn’t seen him in more than 15 years.

“Well,” Mr. Cunningham broke the silence at the hotel bar. “I’m glad you’re doing well.” He glanced at the bags. “When do you leave?”

“Actually, I just got here,” Kelly shrugged. “I just needed a drink.”

“I hear that,” Mr. Cunningham laughed.

The pleasant conversation continued until Kelly’s second drink had been exhausted. She excused herself and rose to leave, but her foot caught and she stumbled off of the stool. It was at that moment that she realized she hadn’t had anything to eat, and the gin had a larger effect on her than she realized.

“Woah, there, are you okay?” Mr. Cunningham laughed. He reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her.

“Oh, yes, I’m just clumsy,” Kelly blushed. They locked eyes and she smiled.

“The least I can do is help you get your bags to your room,” Mr. Cunningham kindly offered. Kelly was fully on her feet, but his hand hadn’t left her arm. She liked the way his fingers felt on her skin, and she felt a jolt of electricity as her heart quickened.

She composed herself as best she could. “That would be lovely, thank you.” She handed him a bag and they walked toward the elevator.

After they entered, Kelly leaned forward to push the button for her floor. In the mirror finish of the elevator’s interior, she caught the unmistakable sight of Mr. Cunningham staring at her ass.

As the doors closed, Kelly grinned.

* * *

Kelly swiped her keycard and opened the door to her hotel room. Behind her, Mr. Cunningham toted her bags. Kelly inspected the room and a mischievous grin spread across her face.

“It was about like this, right?” Kelly asked, innocently.

“Huh?” Mr. Cunningham’s confusion was clear on his face and in his tone.

“I mean, the last time we saw each other.” Kelly walked to the room’s desk — a far cry from a school teacher’s, but it would have to do. “I was sitting here…”

Kelly turned around to face him, hoisting herself onto the desk so her legs were crossed and dangling over the edge.

“…and you were by the door over there.” Kelly gripped the edge of the desk, awaiting his reaction.

The two of them locked eyes. Kelly recognized the look on his face: the glint in his eye, the subtle parting of the lips. It was the same look he had given her all those years ago, in his classroom.

Him, by the door. Her, on the desk.

Just the two of them, alone.

In a flash, they were on each other. Mr. Cunningham leaned down and kissed her, his right hand tenderly cupping her cheek and his left hand firmly gripping her right side.

It was just like before. Only this time, there would be no stopping, no backing down.

Kelly’s hands roamed his torso, feeling his muscular physique under his dress shirt. Meanwhile, Mr. Cunningham’s lips planted kisses under her ear and down her neck.

As Kelly savored the feeling of his hot breath on her skin, she felt him quickly undoing the buttons of her blouse. His kisses trailed to her breasts, taking advantage of the newly exposed skin.

Kelly opened her legs wider and pulled his body closer to hers. She could feel his hardness through his trousers and her panties. She made small motions with her hips as he pulled her blouse and then her bra off of her body.

Satisfied with his partner’s current state of undress, at least for now, Mr. Cunningham turned his attention back to her body. He kissed her breasts and teased her nipples before rising to meet her mouth once again.

As they kissed, Kelly felt Mr. Cunningham pry her shoes off of her feet. His hands didn’t leave her feet, at least not immediately, and his fingertips traced gently up her legs to her knees and underneath her skirt.

She felt him sigh in anticipation as a single finger traced over her panties, soaked with her arousal. He repeated the motion, drawing his finger over the wet fabric along the length of her slit. Then she felt his whole hand cup between her legs, and he pressed the heel of his palm into her clit.

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned involuntarily, her lips and tongue still swirling with his. She squirmed gently, encouraging his touch. His hand was getting wet through the fabric, and the smell of her arousal filled the room.

“Good girl,” he encouraged. With that, he moved his other hand under her skirt and hooked the waistband of her panties with each thumb. Kelly was sorry to have his hand move from between her legs, but she adjusted herself to allow him to pull her panties over her knees.

Kelly now sat on the desk, her skirt hiked up and her panties on the floor. The cool hotel air felt like ice against her fiery, exposed sex, and she ached to feel his touch again.

But her older lover was in no hurry. Instead, she found herself filled with a combination of frustration and complete arousal as he slowly — every so slowly — trailed a line of wet kisses up and down her inner thighs.

Kelly shuddered and gasped as she finally felt Mr. Cunningham’s flattened tongue press against her labia, sliding up and down her soaked slit. Her lower lips parted slightly as his tongue pushed against her, yielding to the pressure of his mouth and tongue.

“You taste so good, Kelly.” He aspirated his words so that she could feel his breath on her exposed pussy. He smacked his lips, savoring the flavor of her juices as they coated his mouth.

He leaned back in and licked her again, and then again. Kelly’s hands instinctively found the top of his head, which bobbed up and down as his tongue traced the length of her aching hole. Her fingers intwined in his hair, feeling his movement as the ecstasy built inside her.

“Mmm…” Kelly purred softly as she concentrated on the sensations of her body. His tongue and lips continued their rhythmic pressure between her legs.

Mr. Cunningham pulled her hips toward his mouth, pressing his nose into her wet folds. He relished the scent of her sex as it filled his nostrils. He sighed in a mixture of contentment and arousal as he continued his rhythmic licking, now pushing his tongue just a little bit deeper between her lower lips.

Kelly felt a flood of raw sexual energy building between her legs and in the pit of her stomach, yearning for release, as if she was a dam about to burst. Her hips bucked against his rhythm, and she gasped each time her former teacher’s nose brushed her sensitive clit.

She was so close. But she wanted more.

“Come here,” she insisted, not so gently pulling his hair upwards. Mr. Cunningham got in one final lick of Kelly’s clit before rising to meet her at eye level.

His mouth glistened with her wet arousal, and she taste herself on his lips and tongue as they met in another kiss.

As their mouths and tongues moved together, she pawed at his belt and fly—and the fully hardened bulge in his pants. He got the hint, unbuckling his leather belt, unzipping his pants, and letting his jeans fall to the floor. She hooked the waistband of his boxer briefs with her thumbs and pulled them down. His thick cock sprang to attention.

Kelly wrapped her fingers around his member, getting a feel for its size and girth. As she pumped it in her hand, she was transported back to her days in school. She thought of how much she wished she had been able to take his cock in her hand back then, to make him feel good, to show him that she was grown up enough to handle a grown man like him…

15 years later, she’d finally get her chance. Still sitting on the desk, Kelly gently pulled his member toward her exposed sex. The precum dripping from the head of his cock mixed with her juices and his saliva as the tip of his manhood slid over her warm hole.

Kelly broke their kiss and used her fingers to press his cock between her lower lips. The two looked deep into each other’s eyes and Kelly nodded slightly. She was ready.

Mr. Cunningham pushed his hips forward. Given Kelly’s arousal, his thick cock easily pierced her slit and their hips were soon together. They both gasped, Kelly feeling an incredible sense of fullness and Mr. Cunningham lost in the unspeakable pleasure that flooded him as he buried himself between her legs.

“Oh, fuck,” Mr. Cunningham moaned before kissing her again. His hips retreated, leaving Kelly feeling empty, before quickly crashing into her and filling her once again.

Their bodies moved together, her legs wrapped around him as she felt his full girth plunge in and out of her pussy. She gripped the edge of the desk to brace herself as his thrusts grew more strident. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder as he thrust into her.

“Mmm, Kelly, you feel so good,” he mustered. She whimpered her agreement in response.

Eventually, his thrusts slowed. Holding himself inside her, Mr. Cunningham kissed Kelly deeply. She rotated her hips, savoring the hard manhood that was deep inside her body.

“I want to have you in bed, Kelly,” Mr. Cunningham whispered. With that, he withdrew himself from her body and helped Kelly down.

Kelly’s knees wobbled as she got off the desk. “I won’t be needing this anymore,” she laughed as she motioned to pull her skirt from her body. Mr. Cunningham’s strong hands stopped her.

“No, please, leave it on,” he requested.

“Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Cunningham,” she curtsied sarcastically.

Mr. Cunningham pulled her toward the bed. He laid on his back, beckoning Kelly to straddle him.

Kelly wrapped her fingers around his slick, hard member and lined it up with her entrance once again. Wasting no time, she began to lower herself on to him.

Mr. Cunningham looked down as Kelly let go of his cock. His view was blocked by her skirt, but he felt himself disappear deep into her welcoming, fleshy folds.

“Oh… my God…” Mr. Cunningham stammered, throwing his head back in pleasure as Kelly moved her hips on top of him. Kelly barely heard him, lost in her own pleasure. She braced one hand on his chest as she rode him.

After Kelly built her rhythm, Mr. Cunningham wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Her hips never let up as their tongues swirled together, and Mr. Cunningham knew the pleasure would soon overtake him.

Kelly sat up again, now bracing both hands on his chest as she bucked on top of him. Mr. Cunningham slid a hand between her legs, working his thumb over her clit in time with her rhythm. Kelly gasped as her orgasm built within her.

“Yes, baby,” Mr. Cunningham encouraged in an urgent whisper. “Please, I want you to cum for me.”

“Mr. Cunningham…” Kelly moaned, weakly. “Oh, you’re going to make me… Mr. Cunningham… Oh… OH…”

Kelly collapsed on top of him as she came. Mr. Cunningham caught her and pulled her tight, kissing her warm, soft lips. He thrust his hips up to bury himself deep inside her quivering snatch.

The feeling of his former student’s orgasm was enough to set Mr. Cunningham over the edge. Grunting, he held himself inside her as his cock spasmed hard and sent a thick rope of semen into Kelly’s welcoming depths. Another hard contraction sent even more of his seed splashing against her cervix. He didn’t lower his hips until his full load had been deposited deep within her.

Their two bodies heaved as they tried to catch their breath and come to their senses. Kelly could feel a small portion of Mr. Cunningham’s load leak out of her throbbing, satisfied pussy; the rest, she knew, was still deep inside her.

“That… was incredible,” Mr. Cunningham sighed, pulling her tight as she snuggled into his side.

“I guess some things are worth the wait,” she whispered, thinking that maybe this trip wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ogemh8/the_hotel_bar_mf_older_man