I was staying in a downtown hotel in Chicago with my (at the time) longest term girlfriend, Sadie. She and I met in college, writing pretentious reports about dead pretentious writers. There was a series of group projects, study groups, coffee, and sleepovers, and we were a couple before we had even really noticed.
Sadie was a thin-framed woman with an earthy outdoorsy, aesthetic. Slender build, with very well developed and very kissable collarbones, and deltoids that dipped into her shoulder muscles to give you the impression that she may have been a gymnast in a past life.
But those weren’t her only hidden traits. Her above mentioned thin-frame *exploded* at her waist to the most picture-perfect hips and butt I have ever seen on a woman. She’d usually wear an oversized dumpy hoody like a potato-sack to hide her figure. I don’t know what it is about modest, shy women, but I fall for them. Hard. Especially if they have big hips.
Anyway, Sadie and I had dinner plans after some scenic walkabouts in Chicago. Nice dinner plans. So She hopped in the shower first since the hotel shower was a bit lacking in size for couple’s showering. I emerged, refreshed, wrapped in a towel, and feeling that pleasant first waft of cool air after you step out. I padded myself as dry as I could manage, and spotted Sadie lounging on the bed, staring out into the Chicago cityscape. It wasn’t quite sundown yet, but if you can catch all of that classic architecture, and a giant winding river all in one view from a giant window, I highly recommend it.
… but my focus was on Sadie, with her golden-blonde hair drying on her back, her legs absentmindedly kicking the air, and her mesmerizing buns. I almost missed the thin, lacy red thong she put on before abandoning the rest of her clothes to watch the sun crawl down the skyscrapers and cast long, languid shadows over the city.
I watched her knees kick back and forth and make for a playful jump in her curves as she stared out the window. She made space for me to sit with her and watch the shadows grow, and I found myself gently brushing over the exposed skin of her back, and I leaned in to kiss her shoulders and neck. She gave an appreciative moan, and I curled my fingers and knuckles to run the length of her spine. Her hips gave a little wiggle and hump into the bed, and I was barely able to contain the urge to take a full handful of ass.
As she kept wiggling and writhing to the gentle phantom brushes of my fingertips, but I kept running into an unnatural barricade at this lacy, thin thong. It was an interruption from sculpted shoulders, a long elegant back, to glorious Sadie-butt. I would fidget with it, run my hand underneath the fabric, and curve my hand around Sadie’s ass with the thong acting as the world’s worst wrist restraint. My hand and fingers went down her curves and gently over the fabric between her legs. She put her face into the bedding and let out a moan, pushing her hips back into my hand to feel me through her underwear. I started with long, slow circles, teasing her, working her up, making her grind and press against my touch. Her breath was getting ragged and uncontrolled. I lifted the hand that was pleasuring her and dropped it firmly with a concussive slap across her ass. The room resonated with a ringing crash that wasn’t too distant from the sound of a balloon popping.
It’s a beautiful sound when you hit a firm, round ass with your palm just right. It’s a pure sound. You’ll know it when you hear it.
Sadie let out a delighted moan. I didn’t want to just wail on her plump buns, but I was rock hard, and I wanted to edge her a bit, so we alternated between percussive spanks and getting her wet through her panties. I positioned myself over her so I could reach both cheeks, (and get a better view) and found it irresistible to stroke my cock from that vantage point. My mind was going blank, and I was getting that hazy… animalistic horny brain. I kept Sadie prone, laying face down and began sliding my cock between her cheeks, and over the once-again offending thong. The feel of her silky skin against my cock was putting the rational part of my mind
far
far
far away.
And Sadie was humping and bouncing against the bed to match my rhythm. I don’t know how I ever lucked out to have her in my life. Sometimes these things just… come together. Like Sonnie and Cher, or a super band that’s better than the original? But those are rational brain similes, and I could feel Sadie’s soaked panties against the length of my cock. Maybe it was watching her bounce her hips so hard, or the vista that was her ass in that thong, or the moans escaping her lips and sometimes muffled in the sheets… but I just couldn’t take anymore.
I peeled her lacy, obstructive, red, soaked panties to the side, and slid my cock inside her. Her hips never missed a beat, but her breath drew in as my cock filled her, and her elegant fingers clenched the bed sheets like talons. Now her whole body was working to push back on my cock and take me as deep as she could.
I loved her exclamations whenever (as she put it) we got to “the best part”.
“Oh fuck”
Or a simple utterance of my name.
Or a caught gasp.
She was always so honest in this moment. I used her empirically perfect hips to brace myself as I railed her. Her heavy breathing was familiar, and signaled an imminent orgasm. Which at the moment I was convinced was my entire life’s purpose. I should be executed at dawn if I did not feel Sadie’s pussy grip and clench around me before I cum inside her. If I could manage that much sense for that long… afterall she had worked so hard to make us both feel this good. It’d be a crime to deny her.
I looked down to see if I could catch my thick hard cock sliding in and out of Sadie, and to my endless mirth, my view as mostly obstructed by Sadie’s thick firm butt. I gave her another hard slap and gripped. She let out a little yelp, and I felt her clench around me… this taught me the wrong lessons, that if you inflict the correct amount of pain, Sadie will get MORE turned on. I took a deep handful of her long blonde hair and VERY gently pulled it back to me. She arched her back and continued grinding and pumping her hips back to me. Now I could see a small, deep gap between the muscles in the small of her back, and her shoulders flexing with each thrust. It’d be a shame to not coat such a well-toned body with cum… but… that’s not where my horny animal brain was.
“I’m gonna. cum. again” Sadie said between deep breaths and I could feel her body beginning to tighten. We picked up the pace, and pushed in rhythm as hard as we could. This was going to be an orgasm that would make the gods of lust blush. I don’t think we disappointed them. I felt pulse and wave after wave from Sadie, and I was well over my limit. I filled her pussy and held my cock deep inside her as she rode her orgasm and continued to buck her hips… in retrospect I’m not sure if these were voluntary movements.
I kissed her neck, and her shoulder and pulled out with a satisfied sigh from us both. I took the next several minutes to kiss up and down her body and appreciate the glow of sweat on her toned shoulders, strong back, and scientifically-proven perfect ass.
In summary, when traveling, always get a room with a view.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/103sf7p/fm_a_room_with_a_view