As the sun set, I walked through the luxurious lobby of an upscale hotel to the specified room, reciting the least awkward greetings I could think of given the circumstances. While it certainly wasn’t going to be “Spanky’s Cum ‘N Go dick delivery, we’ve got your meat ready to beat,” I made peace with the fact that whatever words left my mouth were going to have roughly the same effect and settled on a simple hello.
Moments after a polite knock, a bubbly, curvy Fillipina we’ll call “Angie” opened the door and welcomed me in. As we exchanged introductory pleasantries, I looked around her spacious suite. Sitting down on the large, but not all that comfortable couch (hotel couches are made by people with iron butts and spring-loaded knees, it’s just a fact), I noticed that the TV wasn’t playing porn, in a refreshing change of pace.
“So, in town for a conference?” I asked.
“Yeah, and thought I’d see what kind of trouble I could get into after listening to presentations all day,” she smiled.
“And I looked like trouble to you? Seriously?”
“Ok, well, I just thought you were kind of cute.”
“You’re awfully kind,” I laughed as she leaned in to cuddle me for a bit, her right hand stroking my left thigh.
My brow shot up for a fraction of a moment. Well, this was adorable as fuck. Laughter, cuddles, and fun chitchat, which continued as she snuggled up to me? It was unexpected but more than welcome.
“May I kiss you?” she finally asked with a delighted grin.
“Certainly,” I replied.
Our lips met very tenderly. Then they met again. And again. Now for a little longer. A bit longer than that. A bit longer still. And at this point, we were effectively making out, letting our tongues oh so unhurriedly play with each other as our hands did their mandatory exploration. A few minutes later, I heard and felt my belt buckle being undone. As I jumped up to help her get my jeans off, she put her hands on my hips, pulled them down, then reached into my boxer briefs with a delighted little shimmy reminiscent of a Sanrio cartoon character’s happy dance.
(It’s at this point that I should note that the narrator is in no way legally responsible if you imagined the rest of this encounter as an Aggretsuko hentai.)
Extracting what she was after, Angie giggled and gently ran her finger on the underside and ever so gently touched the tip with her tongue. There was absolutely zero rush on her end. She was going to savor this like a connoisseur savors an expensive flight of wine.
“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” she chuckled.
Yes, this is how she convinced me to meet her, with a brief video showing off her oral skills. My heart raced as I was about to experience something truly magnificent.
Painfully slowly she took my tip in her mouth, her tongue working in wonderful circles as her fingers roamed my stomach and gently caressed my balls. Over what seemed like a blissful eternity, my cock finally filled her mouth. Just as slowly and gently she started bobbing her head. Her tongue made insanely pleasurable circles around every inch of my throbbing member and her hands gave me tender signals as she caressed me. I was with a fellatiortuoso and she was on a mission to blow both me and my mind.
Disengaging and letting the tip of her tongue play with the underside of my tip, she giggled. Her fingertips ran up and down my shaft. It seemed that by not cumming from this alone, I passed some sort of test.
“Did that feel good?” she winked.
“The video you sent doesn’t do you justice,” I replied. “You’re absolutely fantastic.”
She blushed and stood up.
“Why don’t we go into the bedroom?” she invited me.
As we entered the large, comfortably furnished bedroom with a king sized bed and a window looking out at the pool immediately below, her clothes began to fly off and I followed suit. We embraced, now naked as I kissed her lips, neck, collarbone, and worked my way down to her breasts, sucking ever so gently on her nipples.
She pushed me away, reached for a bottle of something, squeezed it into her hand, and in one swift motion, wrapped her palm around my cock.
“What was tha… oh… Oh my God,” came out of my mouth as she gave me a masterful handjob with the assistance from what I found out was a hefty dollop of Astroglide.
“Does that also feel good?” she smiled.
“I’ve never felt this before,” I gasped in reply.
Determined to somehow return the immense pleasure she had given me so far, I pushed her onto the bed, raised her legs and attacked her inner thighs and mound with my mouth. But as I kissed her vulva, she pushed my face away.
“No, no, not there!” she pleaded. “It doesn’t feel good for me.”
“Well, what would you prefer?” I asked, immediately stopping.
“I have an idea…” a mischievous grin appeared on her face.
Angie jumped up and opened the window. A cacophony of voices having a party around the pool and jacuzzi filled the room. She sashayed back to the bed with a Cheshire Cat smile. Stretching out by me, her fingers played with my cock, which I took as a crystal clear signal to put on a condom and get to work.
Effortlessly parting her legs and slipping inside her, I held still for just a few moments as she gasped and moved her hips to adjust. Mirroring her pacing, I slowly started to pick up the speed of my thrusts while my hands played with her breasts. Angie’s hand grabbed my face and she drew me down to kiss her.
Now knowing her preferred speed, I flipped her over on all fours and slipped back inside. This time, as I accelerated, my thrusts became more forceful to her relieved moans.
“Yeah, just like that, there you go!” she gasped.
Before I could say anything, the party at the pool right outside picked up. Laughter erupted as someone did a cannonball. Stealing a glance, I could see a man swimming as his friends grabbed drinks or lined up to jump in themselves.
“They’re having fun too,” I said, quickly resuming my pace. “Different kind of fun.”
Angie once again let out her infectious giggle.
“You don’t mind that they might hear you moaning?” I asked.
“Who? Me? Why would I?” she played coy, raising her voice a little. “We’re not doing anything naughty up here.”
She shuddered and moaned as she finished the sentence. Her pussy gushed, I could feel the extra warmth and wetness. Oh, I see what’s happening here, I thought.
“Really? Nothing at all?” I asked as I picked up my pace, impaling her with my cock to her approving grunts and watching her hands grab the sheets.
“No! I’m a good girl!” she purred.
“Oh?” I furrowed my brows, shifting my weight onto my knee so I could pound her even harder and deeper. My hand wrapped around her long, dark hair, pulling it lightly, but enough to control her head. “Yeah, good girls call strangers to pound their dripping wet pussies where other strangers might overhear them getting filled with cum. That’s what good girls do.”
Yup, that worked. Angie squealed in delight, gushed once again, and sank into the pillows, shuddering. I kept going while the party just outside our windows continued unabated. She quickly came again and tapped out. I disengaged and fell by her side to catch my breath a little.
Angie quickly removed my condom, squeezed out another hefty dollop of lube, and started giving me another amazing handjob. Leaning on her side, she made sure I could feel her breasts and play with her nipples while she gently made out with me. Lost in bliss, I had no idea how much time had passed.
“Are you going to cum?” she gasped in excited anticipation, her lips brushing against mine. “I want to see you cum, don’t be shy…”
I didn’t have a chance to respond. A few skillful pumps of her hand after that, I exploded, my whole body shaking as her fingertips caressed my stomach and side. Giving me a minute to calm down, she brought a wet, warm hand towel to clean me off.
Suddenly, her phone rang. (That’s it dear reader, it’s the almost mandatory twist!) She looked at the caller ID, rolled her eyes, and answered.
“Hey! … No. … Yeah, I invited someone. … No, you’re too late for that. … We’re basically done. … Maybe next time. … I didn’t even get a chance to ask him if he’d be okay with that so no! I’ll call you later.”
Catching my inquisitive glance, she blushed.
“My friend,” she explained. “From the video. It’s a little complicated but… he… uh… wanted to listen.”
“To us having sex?”
“Yeah, I didn’t know how you’d feel about it so…”
“I’d be okay with it,” I laughed. “Did you want to put on another show for him?”
“No, it’s okay,” she said. “I’m a little worn out and the mood’s different…”
“I’m just here to please, so totally your call.”
Angie just smiled. I finished cleaning up and got dressed as she put on shorts and a tank top.
“Well, thank you so much for coming over,” she said, giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek.
“My pleasure as well,” I nodded and made my way out.
On my way home, I couldn’t help but wonder about her relationship with her friend and what would’ve happened if he listened to us while we had sex. Would he give us instructions? Be a passive listener? Beg for a cam show? Obviously she was into some degree of exhibitionism, so perhaps…
I cut myself off. It didn’t matter. It’s not like I would ever see Angie again. The most important thing is that we had fun and ended the night satisfied. The only time we spoke again was two days later, when I messaged her asking if she made it home from her conference, she confirmed her safe return, and thanked me once again for a fun evening.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wawtq5/mf_sneaky_poolside_adventure_with_an_out_of_town