This actually happened quite a few years ago in my hometown, waaay back in the Casual Encounters glory days. A woman replied to my post and said she would be interested in meeting up. She was really big on discretion and privacy and didn’t want to exchange pictures. I figured she was probably married, and I know this is wrong but it kinda turned me on to think that she was. The description she offered was more than enough to get my imagination going. We chatted a little bit, she had something very specific in mind for our meet up and I was more than willing to play along.
We made plans to meet at the bar in the lobby of the Hyatt Regency in downtown Houston. Again, no pictures were exchanged, and I wouldn’t really know what she looked like until she got there. I walked into the hotel lobby where the bar is in the center of a big open area surrounded by the front desk and banks of elevators. ordered myself a drink and found a table and waited. I was so charged up at this point, almost tingling. My head was on a swivel trying to watch every woman that came into the hotel. I messaged her to let her know where I was sitting. Then she walked in. I couldn’t tell you why, but I felt like I knew it was her the moment I saw her. She was a tall Latina woman in her late 40s, with long beautiful black hair and a deliciously curvy figure. Deep, brown eyes and supple red lips that curved just so delicately and mischievously into a slight smile as she walked. She was wearing heels and a zebra print dress that hugged her curves in the most amazing way. She looked absolutely mouth-watering.
I watched her order a drink and make her way over to my table where she asked knowingly, “Is this seat taken?”
“It is now,” I replied and motioned for her to have a seat. We exchanged hellos and, like she had planned, we generally chatted and flirted as if we were two strangers meeting by chance at a bar. We talked about restaurants, music, all kinds of things. We were pleasantly surprised to have so much in common despite being two random, pervy strangers that found each other on the internet. I watched her take a final sip to finish her drink and lean in close to my ear, “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back” and she kissed me softly on the cheek. The dulcet tones of her voice, her intoxicating smell, and her soft lips on my skin sent pure electricity through my body.
This was the signal that things were going well, and it was time for the next phase of our devious plan. I watched her walk toward the escalator and glide up to the second floor, glancing over her shoulder to smile at me as she disappeared around the corner. I gave her just a few moments before I made my way upstairs myself. This was a big fancy hotel with exhibition halls and conference rooms on the second floor and it was mostly empty on this day. I walked the halls until I found the women’s restroom. I waited for a custodian to look away before darting in there. Once inside, I could see her gorgeous feet in her high heels peeking out in the final stall on the left. I walked over where she was waiting for me, exactly as planned. There was a big smile on her face as we embraced and started making out. Hands flying all over each other as our tongues twisted together. She reaches down to undo my fly, pulls my pants to my knees so she can stroke my cock. “Someone’s ready for me, mmm”. She is kissing me deeply while stroking my cock in one hand, the other is playing with my hair. She is asserting herself at this point, taking control. She has me pinned against the bathroom stall door. I’m her toy and have totally melted in the palm of her hand.
She releases me and I try to catch my breath. My heart is jumping out of my chest and my cock is absolutely throbbing. I’m so weak in the knees I have to grab the handicap rail to keep balance. I watch with my mouth agape as she takes two steps back, hikes her dress and pulls her lacey, purple thong down to her knees. She steps out of them one yummy, high heeled foot at a time, and pulls me back in for another firm, deep kiss.
“I don’t want you to make too much noise, remember we’re in public, someone might catch us,” she says with her mischievous smile as she stuffs her panties into my mouth. I can taste her already and I’m absolutely out-of-my-mind horny. This woman is fully in control of my every thought, move, impulse and I can’t get enough. She turns around and bends over in front of me, presenting her incredible ass and pussy, rocking it back and forth in front of me doing a teasing little dance. I’m still clutching to the handrail for dear life as she spreads herself, smiling over her shoulder at me. Her scent is filling the air and my eyes roll back into my head. I clumsily dig through my pocket for a condom and manage to get it on. I regain my composure to let go of the rail, grab her hips, and slowly enter her from behind. With every inch deeper, she lets out the sexiest moan, breathing heavily. Fuck it was so fucking sexy. Once my cock is inside of her all the way, I pause to drink in the moment. She is telling me I’m such a good boy, and a naughty boy, and I feel so good inside of her tight pussy and she loves it so much. She rocks back and forth on my cock for a few moments before I begin to fuck her. Deep, long, steady strokes. Time seems to freeze at this moment and my entire world is this gorgeous woman’s body and perfect pussy. I pick up the pace and she is giving me all the encouragement I need.. “Yes, right there. Oh fuck. Good boy, just like that. God you’re dick is so fucking hard. Just like that.. fuuuuck, yes.. don’t stop, mmmmm…”
It doesn’t take long before it’s enough. I feel it coming so I drive deep into her. All the way inside of her and I just erupt in the bag. I’m in shock as I pull out and the condom is absolutely filled with him. She reaches down to pull it off and cleans my cock with her mouth and tongue, throwing the rest of the mess in the trash. She stands back up and whispers in my ear, “you owe me one.” And kisses me again softly on the cheek. A perfectly manicured hand removes her thong from my mouth. She stuffs it into her purse and pulls her skirt down over her hips. She opens the door and walks out as I hear her heels clicking on the floor along the way. I collapse like a pile of wet noodles in the stall and try to comprehend what just happened.
We kept in touch and had a few more experiences before I had to move away. I think of her often, and it still makes me horny when I do. I hope you like reminiscing with me. If you live near LA, maybe you can help me write my next story? Now, ahem, I just need to excuse myself to take care of something….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ri5ih4/mf_never_trust_a_big_butt_and_a_smile_this_one
Hot story and really well crafted. I especially enjoyed the word choices. ‘Dulcet tones’ was particularly titillating.