How years of separation from a platonic friend lead to us having intense sex in a hotel on a work trip [mf]

Skip to ======= for just the sex. Read everything for the emotional experience.

**Coffee**

I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d seen her. Was that last coffee we’d shared in 2019? Or was it 2018? Who knows. It’s difficult to put a sticker on events when everything in life is *par for the course*. The years of partying, emotional late night calls, weekend benders camping at the lakes, and brown bagging mickeys at a bonfire on the river were long gone – dissolved and melted away by money, marriage, and careers. Those kinds of new memories were now few and far between, held down by the monotony of society’s definition of “mature existence”. Now, those memories are relegated to the part of your mind that comes out to comfort you while you’re sitting in front of a window looking out at another grey rainy day, slowly sipping your coffee and listening to the patter of the drops on the patio. They fade slowly into obscurity, until one day you find that nearly all of them have slipped through your fingers without you even knowing. Only the ones that define who you are today remain.

That ever so brief romance right after we graduated, sandwiched between some years prior and many years after of regular friendship, is one of those memories. I liked to think it remained one of hers too, but I didn’t really care enough to ask. Katie and I had both had moved on, as adults do. Mostly.

I sometimes ask myself, what was going through my mind when I returned to town on business, and found out she happened to be in town on business too? Nothing besides “Oh cool, maybe we can meet up when she’s free.” I suggested a coffee at 7pm, because that’s just what we did when we met up. Coffee. We’d been baristas before after all. I wasn’t trying to imply anything. Right? I changed into my skinny jeans after the conference because.. I don’t know, they were at the top of my bag? Whatever.

After 2 years of isolation it had been an emotional experience to fly back home and see all of my old friends, coworkers, and family. I expected to feel the same way when I saw her, but I didn’t expect to feel it even more intensely. When I caught her eye as she sat in the corner of the cafe wearing a plaid shirt with her wavy shoulder length brown hair cast over the top, and dark blue jeans even tighter than mine, it felt like I couldn’t stop smiling. When I had sat down across from her with a mug of black gold and a scone, neither could she. Our conversation flowed like a river, twisting and turning with ease and fluidity. Slowing down as we leaned back in our chairs and meandered through the mundane, and speeding up as we shifted forwards with our elbows on the table to cascade through the extraordinary. Just like how we always had.. but this time it had been so, so long.

And there was something else.. something I didn’t pick up on until I stood up to take our dishes to the counter, and saw her eyes ever so briefly flick down to my waist before looking off at a seemingly very interesting spot on the wall. I made a surreptitious glance down myself as I walked to the counter, and took note of the barely visible bulge of my manhood pressed against the jeans along my leg. I’d forgotten to “position” myself for discretion earlier, evidently, but that would have been very hard to see in the dim light of the cafe. Surely it was nothing. When I sat back down and found her still looking at the wall, her blush visible on the side of her face even in the warmly coloured lighting, it was clearly not “nothing”. She had her mouth slightly open like she wanted to say something, so I sat down and waited until she mustered the courage to look at me. “Want to come back to my hotel?”

It was my turn to be shocked into silence. We both knew what that meant. Everyone knows what that means. I hadn’t looked at her as a lover in 11 years, and neither her for me. I wouldn’t look at her as a lover the next morning either. It would be just another one of those memories, but not one that would shape me. It would be a memory created of who I already am, and who she knew me to be. Sand through the fingertips. *Does she know that?* I wondered. I should have turned her down and told her it was a bad idea. I almost did, until I remembered how perfect her tits looked to me as I pulled away from a kiss, unhooked her bra with my hands, and let it fall away to the ground to see them for the first time. The best I could manage was smiling, and saying “My hotel is closer.” At least then she’d be able to leave without it being too awkward if she changed her mind.

Her nerves melted away as she laughed at my response. Probably not because of how funny it was (note: it wasn’t funny), but more because of how relieved she was at having gotten it over with. Watching the tension disappear from her as she leaned back was its own reward. I don’t know if she was more nervous about asking, or more nervous about my answer. It didn’t matter. We got up and walked outside. A well practiced pacific-northwest flick of the wrist produced and expanded my stereotypically black umbrella, which she promptly stepped under, as we walked side by side up the block to the hotel. Her arm kept bumping into mine as she stood close to stay dry under our shared canvas.

======= **A room together** =======

The hotel room was a typical business suite. Queen mattress, narrow hall leading embedded with a small ensuite leading from the entrance, a couple of end tables, and a tiny writing desk with a “chair” that probably should’ve just been a stool. The nearly floor to ceiling glass window with a view over the downtown core provided the perfect view to let the stress of the work day fall off your shoulders, especially this high up the tower. But I only had eyes for her. There was nowhere comfortable to sit but the bed, but the way she looked at me after our shoes came off and the heavy door thunked behind us clearly indicated that more sitting and small talk wouldn’t be necessary. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and pushed her down as her own arms pulled me down with her. My lips pressed gently against her neck, eliciting a little gasp of pleasure, as her hands slid down between us to our jeans as she began to fumble with zippers and buttons.

Once I heard that tell-tale zzzzzip from hers, my thumbs hooked into her waistband as I yanked both her panties and jeans down in one motion. Mine soon followed, and after some awkward flailing of the legs both pairs lay in a heap on the floor, and the shaft of my hard manhood pressed against her warm slit, finding it already wet for me. I gently grinded myself against her as she softly moaned, and we fumbled with our shirts next. When the hotel provided safety was applied and our clothes finally all thrown aside, I looked down at her naked body laying beneath me. She was exactly how I remembered. Her large D cup breasts weren’t perky, but made up for it by having such a sensual and almost firm tear drop shape as they fell to the side of her chest. My hand found itself caressing and kneading one of them, running my thumb gently over the nipple, as my gaze traveled to her navel and past where her abdomen seamlessly transitioned to her waste, before curving between her shapely thighs in that unbelievably sensual feminine V shaped gap, where the head of my cock was partially obscured against her opening by a little tuft of loosely maintained hair that was of a brown so light against her pale skin you could’ve mistaken her for a ginger.

It sounds like an eternity, but it couldn’t have been more than a couple of heartbeats. Or maybe it was an eternity. What was an eternity was how long it took for her pussy, despite how wet she was, to accept me. The swollen tip of my cock placed at the end of a long, dead straight, and thick shaft, wrapped lightly with veins, pressed against her, feeling no friction but plenty of resistance. I leaned down against her, pressing my chest to her bare breasts as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, mouth slightly agape as she awaited the feeling of me entering her. And after enough firm but gentle pressure, I felt her give way, feeling her warm lips part and wrap suddenly around the head of my cock, almost as if her pussy had experienced a sudden change of heart and was now desperately trying to pull me deep inside of her instead of resisting my entrance.

Women reading, I would like you to understand that in this moment, as a man it takes a Herculean effort straight out of a pornographic Iliad fan-fiction to stop oneself from desperately plunging as deep into you as it can be forced, and giving in to the primal urge to fill you with seed as deeply and quickly as possible. Please direct your appreciation towards the last man who patiently waited for you to cum on his cock before unleashing himself on you.

She took a deep and slow gasping breath, pushing her breasts up against me as her back arched and she ever so slightly pulled her hips away, before letting her breath out in a long sigh as her hips relaxed and allowed me to push another inch with a slight pause, then another, and then another – until finally, with one more firm and gentle push of my last 4 inches the entire length of my cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy. I moaned to the feeling of her warm lips wrapped tightly around my pulsing shaft, as she moaned even louder to the feeling of me filling her so full. I gave her a moment to get used to the feeling, before sliding my cock out of her just as slowly, until the tip pulled out past her lips leaving her almost entirely vacant, and then thrust myself back into her deeply again. No pausing this time, and she took it all as she let out another moan, her breath shuddering as she did so.

With each thrust I picked up pace, and it wasn’t long before her moans were now accompanied with the sound of my balls slapping into her wet lips and my thighs hitting her ass with each thrust. I put my left arm around the top of her head, grabbing her hair, and hooked my right under her and around her waist, pulling her into me as I held her still in the perfect position for me to fuck her deeply. When her legs and arms wrapped around me to pull me deeper into her I knew I didn’t need to hold back any longer. Her pussy was soaking wet, and easily handled my entire cock as I began to pound her hard and fast. I began to gently kiss her neck, relishing in the feeling of her tits bouncing in circles against my chest as my hips slamming into her body caused them to roll in circles. She sounded so fucking hot. I brought myself up onto my hands, leaning over her as my cock continued fucking her pussy. As soon as I pulled away, we both looked down to watch between her bouncing tits as every inch of my manhood disappeared inside of her again and again.

She looked away from her pussy and up at my eyes, and I joined her gaze. “Cum in me.” she whispered between moans. “Please fucking cum in me.” this time she grit her teeth as she said it and pulled her legs open, baring her pussy to me entirely. Desperate to feel my cock plunge all the way inside of her and stay there, feeling it pulse and throb as an orgasm ripped through me.

I wasn’t about to say no.

I growled back as I began to exert myself. The room was filled of the sound of her wet pussy being slammed full of my cock. I couldn’t get over how warm and wet she was. It was so fucking good. I shifted one arm above her head and leaned on it, and took my other to grab her chin and force her to look me in the eyes. “You want my cum? I’ll fucking cum in you. Your pussy is so fucking wet and hot. I’m going to pound you hard and cum deep inside of you.” Cheesy, but it worked for her. “Oh GOD!” she practically screamed. I crossed the threshold, feeling that unmistakable piercing rush of warmth run from the base of my cock all the way to the tip. There was no turning back now, it was only a matter of seconds. The room faded away as I unleashed a final salvo of thrusts on her pussy, desperately flexing my cock over and over as I waited for it to come. There it was. I finally stopped the relentless pounding of her, leaving every inch of my shaft buried deep inside of her, and then thrusting my hips up to press my cock out towards her abdomen, the head pushing against her inner walls. I collapsed against her chest, pinning her down with her pussy completely filled with my cock as her arms and legs wrapped around me again, until finally I felt the first warm shot my cum pulse through my throbbing manhood. I shuddered against her warm body as she moaned to the feeling of my cock twitching as stream after stream of my thick cum shot through me and into her.

We both lay there like that for a few moments, panting heavily. I could feel a thin sheen of sweat on my chest from both the heat of her tits pressed against me as well as the exhaustion from pounding her so hard. I pulled away, standing up at the edge of the bed, and began to slide my cock out of her. God, she still felt so warm and wet. Why did her pussy feel so amazing? It’s almost like I’d just taken her completely raw.

When I looked down at my cock after finally sliding all the way out of her, I found out I had. That warmth I’d felt shoot through my cock as I began to cum in her now rushed to my face as I stared down at myself in shock.

The (apparently shitty) hotel condom was torn, bunched up around the base of my cock. My still twitching shaft was coated in our cum. “What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing the shock and confusion clearly evident on my face. “The uh.. the condom broke.” I replied.

**Consequences** *Light cnc warning*

She started to prop herself up on her elbows to look. “Wait, what? It broke?” I glanced at her pussy, still slightly agape from having been fucked so full of me, and saw my cum drip out of her and slowly down her soaking wet lips, mixing with her own wetness. My mind raced. *I just came in her so fucking hard.* I thought back to the few times we’d had sex all those years ago. She’d always faked her orgasms, and admitted after we had separated that she had always struggled to cum from penetration. “I have to beat my clit up until it hurts to cum, so I just don’t.” was her wording. I’d already known, of course. A fake orgasm is about as realistic and convincing as a cardboard ghost painted white and hung from a window on a clothes hanger. I had hated it then, but I understood now. I felt something rising in my chest as I looked down at the unbelievably erotic sight of her below me. Her breasts glistening with a thin veil of our mixed sweat, chest rising and falling as she panted with a mix of panic and exhaustion, her legs still splayed open showcasing her puffy wet lips still parted from our exertion and leaking more and more of my thick, hot cum, and her wild eyes as she stared down at my cock still throbbing and visible above her mound.

It hadn’t even been thirty seconds since I’d pulled out of her. Did she say anything else? I don’t know. Maybe. Probably. Certainly. I don’t remember. I just remember her laying there curved up on her elbows, legs still wide open, staring down at us. The sound was drowned out by the blood rushing to my face as I lost myself. *I need her to cum. I need to make her cum for me.* It’s the only thing I want. It’s the only thing I care about. I need it so fucking badly. I grabbed the tattered remnants of the “protection” and unceremoniously flung it off my cock and aside. I grabbed her hips with both hands, my fingers wrapping around to the small of her back and digging into her soft, tender skin, as my thumbs pressed against her abdomen. I yanked her towards the edge of the bed, eliciting a shocked gasp from her mouth, which transformed into a half-moan-half-gasp-half-yelp (that’s right, 150%) as I plunged myself back inside of her pussy. It was so easy. The moment the head of my cock pressed against her lips, they welcomed me like I belonged inside of her, her cum-slick pussy allowing me to push all of the way inside of her in one firm thrust, almost like it had never even left.

My heart was practically exploding out of my chest, every beat so intense it felt like it was pulling me forwards. I couldn’t have been more than three hard and deep thrusts in, before she blurted out a “Wait!”. I looked away from her pussy and up at her face, but she was still up on her elbows staring down at me as I fucked her. Her eyes were so wide she looked like a deer in headlights. Her tits bounced to the rhythm of my thrusts slapping against her. Next, she tried to pull herself away with her elbows as leverage. I simply used my hands on her hips to pull her body back down over my cock again as I bottomed out in her, intensifying my pace. She let out a high pitch and short moan, laced with pleasure and excitement, and I felt her pussy twitch against my cock.

“Hold on! The condom!” she exclaimed again. *It broke. It’s too late. It doesn’t matter.* is what I thought to myself, but I didn’t want a discussion. No, I wanted to feel her pussy clench around my throbbing cock as she screamed her pleasure to me while she came all over it. So instead, I took one hand off of her hips, grabbed her chin, and tilted her face to look up at my blue eyes as I leaned down towards her. Then when I was only inches away from her lips, as I continued to fuck her, I growled:

“*I’m not finished with you yet.*”

Her mouth opened wide, and she made the most sensual gasp I’ve ever heard. High pitched, long and slow, dripping with eroticism and pleasure, and punctuated with the sound of her pussy being slapped by my balls as I thrust into her. Her gasp transformed into a smile towards the end as she closed her eyes and threw her head back.

“*That’s so fucking hot.*”

As she said that, I felt her resistance completely melt away. She arched the small of her back and pushed her pussy towards me, as though her body had a mind of its own and just desperately needed to feel me deeper. She fell completely onto her back, her arms going to the side as her fingers dug into the sheets, giving me a perfect view of her tits as they fell to the side of her body and bounced to my relentless pounding of her. She became like soft clay under my hands, letting me caress, grab, and mold her to my will as I fucked her. One moment with the hand on the back of her head pulling her forwards to look at me as she moaned, the next with both my hands on her tits as I stared down at her pussy taking every inch of every thrust. Neither of us had energy for words as we both panted and gasped as we fucked each other. She threw her body towards me as I threw mine towards her, working together to make her feel the head of my cock fill her pussy full and press against every inch of her wet, warm walls.

And then.. well, I don’t know if “and then” quite conveys it. When it happened, I knew what it meant. I knew it was what I had been waiting and looking for, and the feeling that flooded my body when it happened was so primal, so deep, and so all consuming that I can scarcely put it into words. *Yes.* was the only word I could think of when I saw it.

She threw her head back and her eyes squinted closed, her mouth opening wide as she gasped inwardly quickly, held her breath, and then sharply exhaled. At the same time, her hands went to my ass and she dug into my skin instead of the bed sheets.

*She’s going to cum. Holy fuck she’s going to cum.*

I didn’t hold anything back. I fucked her pussy as fast as I could as her hips started to gyrate against me, moving my cock around inside of her. Her breathing continued in that pattern, gasping, hold her breath, before sharply exhaling and gasping again, each gasp getting shorter and faster. *Slap slap slap slap slap*, I kept pounding her, desperate to feel her finally cum. I was exhausted, every thrust sending a piercing stitch through my abdomen. I couldn’t keep up much longer. But I had to. I would’ve gone until I collapsed if that’s what it took.

Finally, her nails started pulling my ass towards her pussy and she held her breath completely on her next gasp. *This is it.*

I dropped my thumb to her clit, and gently rubbed it in circles. It was soaked through with our cum. The moment I touched her, a shudder went through her body, and she let out all her breath in one long, loud, “Ooohhhhhhuunnngggg” as I felt her pussy tighten up around me, clenching and twitching as her walls began to milk my cock for all they could. Her pussy squirted on me as soon she began to cum. I kept myself still and buried inside her as she came, feeling her thighs quivering against me as her legs wrapped around me once again. Her tits jiggled lightly as the feeling overwhelmed her body. I leaned down and pressed my torso against her chest once again, and brought my lips to her neck to kiss her gently. She continued gasping and moaning with every contraction of her lips around my cock, with more and more time separating them, until there was nothing but her laboured breathing and an occasional throb of tightness wrapping around my manhood.

**Fin**

Maybe this wasn’t a memory made of sand, like I thought it would be. Maybe it wasn’t for her either. I don’t know how long we laid there like that, my cock still buried deep inside of her pussy, her thighs and lips coated in our cum, frothy and white around her entrance where I’d fucked her already seed filled pussy so thoroughly. Too exhausted to speak, relishing the intimacy of her large breasts pressed so tightly against me I could feel her slowing heartbeat. I’ve never seen someone blush so intensely when I finally pulled away from her. She couldn’t look me in the eyes as I helped her up off the bed and let her lean against me until she could confidently stand alone. We walked to the bathroom together, where she bundled her hair and then took a quick shower to clean herself up.

I wiped my cock clean with a hand towel and some soap as I watched her silhouette through the frosted glass, seeing her hands dip between her legs to clean the mess of cum we’d left all over her. When she got out, I asked if I could walk her to the pharmacy. She blushed even harder (if it was even possible) and said she’d like that. A few minutes later, we were both dressed and walking through the lobby downstairs. Stepping outside we were bombarded with the sound of cars plowing through the rainy streets, the chill wind on our heated faces, and the unrelenting drizzle of winter rain.

We stepped out from under the entrance awning, and that same practiced flick as before brought us a black canvas shelter from the skies. It felt like an eternity ago when we were both laughing and giggling like teenagers as I brought my umbrella out the same way to escort us to the hotel. Now, we walked in awkward silence towards the nearest Shoppers Drug Mart. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, and saw a faint smile on her lips. No, not awkward silence – comfortable silence. The kind you have between two long time friends who don’t need to converse to enjoy each other’s company.

With every step I could feel a bit of her personality and confidence come back from the depths of her embarrassment. As she got her pill from the pharmacy, she even laughed when the old lady at the counter said “You sure you want this?” before tilting her head towards me and winking at her. We stopped for a moment outside as she fumbled with her purse to pull out her own compact umbrella. Then she gave me a quick hug. Not one where she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck to press her tits against me as a lover would, but a quick one handed one, leaning her chin forwards against me so I felt only the smallest press from her tits, before pulling away. As a friend would.

We said our goodbyes, but she kept standing there in front of me like she was waiting for something. “What’s up?” I asked.

“Aren’t you gonna say thanks?” she said with a mischievous grin on her face, tilting her head as she stared at me. I looked at her incredulously, “Excuse me? As if I didn’t just make you cum so ha-” I cut myself off and looked around as it occurred to me I should probably have checked for bystanders before blurting out my reply. Nobody was there. She laughed, and then gently pushed her palm against my chest. “Just kidding! Good night! Talk to you later!” and with that, she turned around and was off down the sidewalk. I stood with a smile of my own and watched her for a few moments as the lights of the passing cars reflected off the patch in her jeans, before turning around and heading back to my own room.

We haven’t talked about that night since. We probably never will. We’re both comfortable with just a memory. Not a rekindled love from long ago, but more of a correction of something in that love which had gone wrong. A memory transplanted to that time long ago, to make it a comfortable recollection rather than a painful one. Perhaps there was a deeper meaning to our normal and fanfare-less parting on that night. We met as friends, and left as friends. Neither of us wanted to wake up in each other’s arms the next morning. Everything in between wasn’t the reality we wanted to have, just a dream of what it could have been if we were different people.

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