It’s about 1am. Still feeling the effects of the cocktail of different alcohols and weed consumed over the night, I’m lying here in this cozy hotel bed reflecting on the night. Joint in hand, I take a drag and blow it towards the massive window showcasing the stunning neon lights of the city.
(She surely never sleeps) I think to myself.
I snap out of my trance for a second and pivot my head towards the bathroom, I hear the sink running, I then remember why I’m here. I met someone at the spring break party.
The sink stops running. I hear the sound of feet shuffling across the tiled floor, approaching the doorway to the bedroom.
She knocks on the doorframe.
“Hey! You’re not passing out on me are you?”
Unsure if what I’m seeing is reality, I rub my eyes.
Stood in the doorway was my Art History professor. Kind eyes, pixie haircut, brown sugar skin, it’s definitely her. Bare skin draped in a satin black robe, thigh high stockings clad her shortish legs up to her thick thighs.
“No Professor, I’m admiring the view.” I respond.
I take another hit from the still lit joint, Professor Turner walks over to the bed, hips swaying as she approaches. She pulls the comforter off me then lays her nude body on top of me, plucking the joint from my grasp then smoking it.
“Tell me Terrence, what turns you on about me?” She asked in that sexy mature voice. “You know I’ve got at least 10+ years on you?”
“It’s all of you Ms. Turner-“
“Call me Dionne.” She corrects me. “With what’s about to happen tonight, we might as well use given names hun.”
Hearing her say that gave me goosebumps, then a sudden rush went through my dick as her words rung through my head. Her perky feeling nipples stimulating me, the soap she used to wash up is refreshing and sending me into a euphoric mood.
The softness of her skin, freshly lathered with lotion, it’s all sending blood rushing, next thing I know my dick is pushing firmly in between her thighs.
Dionne looking me in my eyes tells me she feels it, how couldn’t she. She takes one big pull from the join, then kills it.
She grabs my face and kisses me, blowing smoke into my mouth. We both exhale into the room, then go back to kissing.
Dionne grabs my hard cock through my basketball shorts with her left hand and strokes it, I grab her plump little ass, smacking both of her brown sugar cheeks.
I ORIGINALLY POSTED THIS ON TWITTER! I CAN TOTALLY CONTINUE WITH A PART 2.
I wanted to attempt writing erotic fiction stories, it’s something that I’ve been considering. This was more so me just giving it a go.
If you’ve written erotic stories and have any advice, I am definitely open to it and appreciative of it.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11f4j1n/1am_in_the_city