My First Time with a Customer, Part 2: He rented a car, I gave him my body…now with coffee and hot showers!) (Jen & Rob) (M/F)

**[Part 1 is over here!](https://redd.it/4s8exm)**

Welcome back to my week of crazy erotic adventure! I have to start off by saying a HUGE thank you to everyone who read my first part and left nice comments about enjoying the story and liking my writing, especially those who encouraged me to continue. I’ve never written a story like this, so I never in a million years expected that post to get such an enthusiastic response. Your feedback and encouragement made me really excited about writing more and sharing with you all… as I still can’t believe the situation I’m in with this sexy man, and posting here and talking about it with you all somehow makes it more real. I really hope you enjoy this one too!

With that, onward to ~~Saturday!~~ Friday Night Part 2, and THEN Saturday (morning)!

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**Friday Night**

So Rob and I spent Friday night together at his hotel. After we finished the first time (previous post), we laid together and talked and cuddled a lot. I kept thinking about everything (I do that) and wondering how much to tell him about how new this all was to me. I’m kind of dense because he already knew. It was obvious. I’d told him myself! But I kept feeling like I had to play the part of this sexy, worldly woman who is no stranger to casual affairs with strangers. I’m not… not very bright sometimes.

But then he said something that kind of cut through it all. He was laying on his side, with his head propped up on his elbow, and I was laying on my back. He was absently caressing my tummy and occasionally my boobs (which I found out he really liked! Yay for perky B cups!) with his other hand. We were kind of talking through the day, like “when I first saw you I thought you were really cute” and “I couldn’t believe when you said ‘I guess?’ like you wanted to see me again.” It was soooo fun. I loved that part, hearing what he’d been really thinking of me. (And I was right! He DID think about me all day just like I thought of him.)

Anyway then he said that he was really surprised to hear from me when I called him, because he thought he’d scared me off given how quickly I left the parking garage. (I kind of giggled at how awkward that must have looked.) He said it was pretty clear that I was caught off-guard but he wondered if it was just inexperience or lack of interest. Once we were together, he said he found me really interesting and smart and funny and beautiful (see why I like him??) but that he didn’t really see the ‘real’ me until I made that smirky comment about having a nightcap at his hotel. Then he said “I had this initial image of you as kind of… naive or inexperienced, since you seemed a little flustered this morning. But then you made that comment after dinner, and you were so unexpectedly direct about wanting to have sex that I realized that this supposedly quiet, shy young lady was hiding a bit of a saucy vixen that was just waiting for the opportunity to come out.”

YOU GUYS. Nobody’s ever said that before! And even three days ago I would have said “Saucy vixen?? *Moi?!*” and made my surely-you-jest face. But the thing is… he’s kinda right! I’m getting all sexed up and discovering new things and being turned on like mad and I’m loving it, and until Friday I never knew I could enjoy something like this, or that it was even possible for a girl like me. (Even sharing it here with you all is this exciting new thing and I’m just embracing it all. Yay!)

So he KNEW. And then he went on, and I melted a little. He said “After that, I really thought something special could happen between us. Because I would love to be that man for you, the one who shows you new and exciting things or helps you discover a new side of yourself.” He talked about how it made everything fresh and new for him, too, and how exciting it was to be with a younger woman (I rolled my eyes at this but he just grinned) because my enthusiasm was infectious and that he would get a huge rush out of seeing me embrace my own sensuality and helping me do that in a comfortable way.

This all sounded really, really good to me – in the back of my mind I was already thinking of this as this big experience, and having that be kind of out in the open like we’re on a mission together was even better. I was already excited about having had such great sex, and even more excited about even more sex, but this idea was like OMG YES. I could have a sexy teacher and he could bang a cute younger girl which an unexpectedly dirty mouth. (He told me at some point in this talk that when I said “fuck me til you cum” with what he calls my ‘saucy smirk’ he was blown away, but it turned him on even more. So he likes dirty me!)

After that, I just kind of decided to let it all go. You know? Like I just decided I didn’t need to pretend to be someone I’m not or to fit some image that isn’t me. He likes me, he wants me, he is turned on by who I am. That’s so, so, so relieving, you guys. I can’t even. So I nestled up to him and kissed him and thanked him for saying that. I told him that what I’d just been thinking, and that I really finally felt comfortable just being myself with him. I could tell he was touched (this was the first of a few dangerous moments where the feels are coming out) and I went on to say that I liked him and was happy to gain more experience with him, especially if it felt like earlier (haha) because he was being really sweet and gentle and not pushy about it. He nodded and said that his mom raised him up right, with his Texan drawl… which was endearing and ridiculous at the same time. We both laughed… but dude, don’t talk about your mom when you’re in bed naked with me or I’ll start thinking about mine and let’s just not.

So then I sat up and pulled the covers off of us and was like “Let’s explore my sensual side a little further?” And we did!

It started slowly, with lots of kissing and touching. He had this way of kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear that I’ve never felt before and it was amaaazing. Like he started making me wet without hardly touching me. Finally I reached down and grasped him in my hand so I could feel him get hard for me, and he took that as encouragement to slip his fingers between my thighs and gently stroke my lips. Then he murmurs “I like this” as he stroked his thumb over my pubes, which are dark, trimmed and short up front but with shaven smooth lips below. I bit my lip and smiled and squeezed his dick and said “Good, because I like *this.*” His pubes were trimmed pretty short too, which was nice.

We kind of fondled each other and kept kissing (he’s a great kisser, I cannot get enough) for a while, until eventually he rolled me over onto my side, facing away from him like we were spooning. He gathered me in his arms and pulled me to him. His chest felt warm and solid, pressed against my bare back. He murmured something quiet with his face buried in my hair, inhaling the scent of it and pressing his hips against my butt at the same time. I could feel his dick – warm and firm and smooth – so I opened my legs a little and let it slip between my thighs, right below my lips. I sighed as he flexed it a little and brought it up against my skin, then just slowly moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his shaft against my smooth lips. I could feel him parting them a little and I was suddenly so much wetter. He wasn’t really teasing me, just… kind of languidly getting me ready for him. I turned my head over my shoulder and looked for his lips but he had his eyes closed and was cupping my breast softly. His fingers closed on the dark pink flesh of my nipple and he gently pinched and tugged, which made me squirm like crazy. I could feel his cock pulse between my thighs and press harder against my lips, which were practically dripping at this point.

For a minute I thought he might try to slip his dick in me without a condom, and… okay I’ll be honest, I was kind of wanting him to. I knew it’d be a bad idea so I felt conflicted, but it would feel soooo good. I pushed that thought away (for now, more on that later) and a few minutes later he reached into the nightstand for another condom anyway. I closed my eyes and heard him opening it, then felt Rob pulling away for a second to slip it on. When he pressed back against me, his hand was on my ass and I lifted my leg a little, knowing he was ready to be inside me again, wanting him to fill me like he had before. I opened my eyes and smiled just then, then half rolled over.

“Rob?” I asked in a tentative-sounding voice. He stopped for a second and then said “what is it, baby?” (He keeps calling me baby when we’re being intimate, and I love it.)

I squirmed a little like I was hesitating about something, and then said, “I need you to fuck me until I cum again, okay?”

He burst out laughing and then the laughter turned into a murmur/growl as he grabbed my hip and pulled me toward him while burying his face in my neck and kind of kissing and nibbling me at the same time. His cock pressed against my ass until he settled back and then guided it between my lips with his hand. His head rubbed up and down along my slit and pressed on my clit, making me moan a little and press back against him. But he teased me in earnest, pulling back his hips slightly so I couldn’t push on his cock. I made a whimpery noise in my throat and then he started rubbing me again, kneading my hip with his hand (god, those hands) and kind of rolling his hips around and rubbing that cock against my dripping slit. I couldn’t take it anymore, I wanted him in me again. I pushed back and he leaned away and I whimpered some more, half-laughing and half annoyed. (This was a clue for later, btw.) Like come on! I want your dick! Jesus, what’s a girl gotta do to get laid around here??

Not much, as it turns out, because he finally stopped and then eased forward with his hips and he was pushing inside me at last. I groaned and clutched the sheets as he entered me, stretching me again and sending electric bolts of pleasure (and a little soreness, I’ll admit) through my body. He slid in easier this time, and I pushed back until I felt him fill me all the way. We lay there like that and he cupped my breast with one hand while slowly thrusting inside me, his dick hitting me just right and his fingers kneading my nipple again. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had another orgasm. (I’ve never been one to cum easily but something about the way he filled me and how our bodies fit together, it just worked.)

This time was less urgent, more relaxed, like we were taking our time with each other. Even the position we were in, laying together and spooning like that, was just this nice lazy slow… sexy… thing. I kind of wanted to see his face and be able to kiss him again, but this was so nice and languid that I just laid there and let him fuck me slowly. Before long he had me on the edge again. “Just like that… just like that…” I kept whispering as I got closer. He groaned a little and kept it up at just the right angle and pace until I finally orgasmed again, shuddering in his arms until my whole body was just left limp and shaky. After giving me a minute, he shifted a little and pulled my hips back and kept going, a little faster than before. I could tell he was getting close too, so I whispered more dirty things to him, telling him he was filling me right up and that I loved cumming on his cock. He got a little more urgent when I said that (mmm!) and a few moments later his hips jerked again and I felt him swell and then cum while buried inside me. So good!

After some sleepy sighs and kisses, we got out of bed long enough to get cleaned up and I washed my face and everything. My makeup was a mess and my hair was all frazzled and I just looked at myself and laughed because I looked exactly how I felt: completely ravished.

I hadn’t exactly planned on spending the night (I obviously should have!), so I didn’t have anything with me… but the spare hotel toothbrush was a godsend. Rob asked if I needed anything else, suggesting we call down to the front desk, but I just wanted to go to sleep in his bed with him. (Is it dumb that I was already looking forward to waking up next to this man?) We got back into bed and he held his arm out for me to nestle close and lay my head on his chest. “Was that good?” he murmured. “Mmhmm, very. But you did all the work…” I mumbled sleepily. “Yeah, your turn, tomorrow,” he teased back. I giggled and leaned up and kissed him. “Thanks for this,” I said, seriously. “Oh, my *pleasure*” he smirked, then yawned. I kind of waited, I suddenly wanted to talk about it all, but we were both exhausted and I could barely form words let alone hold conversation. Finally he leaned up and turned out the lights, then kissed me goodnight and stroked my hair while we lay together in the quiet dark, sleepy and sated.

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**Saturday Morning**

The next morning, I opened my eyes and was completely disoriented for a minute. Then the last day all came rushing back and with it a huge flood of conflicted emotions. Yay for great sex with an awesome guy! Buuuut… what was I actually thinking, following a stranger to his hotel by myself?? This is the kind of thing horror movies are made of! It was weird… I knew I didn’t need to be nervous and I never would have gone so far if I hadn’t felt like I could genuinely trust Rob, but it was the kind of scenario they drill into you as being super risky and here I was in the middle of it. So yeah, overthinking things again. Go me!

Then I looked over at Rob (still sleeping, and btw he kinda snores so it turns out he’s not perfect after all) and just seeing him made me smile. It was still pretty early and I debated going back to sleep, but checked my phone first. Yeeeah… like a dozen texts from Lauren. The last thing she knew I was with a new guy she’d never heard of, and I’d told her I was doing “GREAT” with some vague comment about being a slut. I couldn’t help it, I started laughing… because of the two of us, it’s *Lauren* who’s the slut. (And I say that with all the love in the world, she says it herself! It’s almost a term of endearment with us.) I’m the nice, smart (undersexed) girl who reads books and does research and dates nice (self-absorbed) guys. She’s the free spirit who goes to music festivals and hooks up with skinny tanned guys with bead necklaces and cargo shorts who are named things like “Stash.” But yeah, we’re peas in a pod. ANYWAY.

(God, I should fast forward. We are never going to get through all this at the rate of one paragraph per five minutes of real time, and there’s lots more sexytimes ahead!)

So I did actually doze back off, and eventually woke up when Rob was getting back in bed after going to the bathroom. I looked up at him and smiled and he looked down at me and smiled even more. “Hi,” he said softly, scooting closer. “Hi,” I murmured back sleepily. Then I scrunched up my eyebrows and looked at him with confusion.

I had a question. “Sorry… what was your name again?”

THE LOOK ON HIS FACE. Like in two seconds flat he went from confused to hurt to dawning realization to a huge grin, then we both started laughing. Like it started small and then just kept getting funnier and funnier, like way past what the joke deserved, but neither of us could stop. He tried to repeat what I said and just cracked up again, and I couldn’t even look at him without giggling. He fell back in his pillow and wiped his eyes as we both caught our breath and then I crawled into his arms and said good morning for real and we kissed a few times until I pulled back and demanded coffee. He grew all faux-serious and agreed that desperate times called for desperate measures, which meant room service bringing us a pot of coffee and some pastries. I stayed in bed while he went out and answered the door, then sat up and eagerly took the warm cup he brought to me. (Such a lovely man. A girl could get used to this!)

Anyway, we just chatted for a while and it was really just relaxed and nice again. I was sort of afraid it’d be awkward, since I don’t do this whole ‘morning after a hookup’ thing very much, but it wasn’t at all. After my first cup of coffee and a deliciously flaky croissant, I went into the bathroom to pee and wash my face. There was this really fancy tub and I was looking at it and thinking there were possibilities there, but we’ll get to that later. For now, I went back out after and walked over to the bed with Rob watching me. I found my underwear on the floor next to the bed and turned to face away from Rob before bending over slowly to pick them up. I heard him make this noise in his chest like “Mmmrn” and I got a little thrill knowing that I was turning him on. He said “You’re not going to put those on, are you?” and I was like “I… was going to… but maybe you have other ideas?” (What can I say, I was horny already! Nudity in hotels always does that.)

He beckoned to me and I came over to the bed with my panties still in hand. He took them from me and then sniffed them, which… honestly was kinda weird? Then he just dropped them again and pulled me into bed with him, scooting over to make room. Then he started kissing me, and I was running my hands over his shoulders and into his hair while our bodies warmed to each other again. He caressed my breast and rubbed his thumb gently around my nipple, which stiffened to the touch. Little tingles ran over my skin as his lips and hands touched me, especially after his kisses moved down to my chest and started suckling and nibbling. (Sensitive nipples again!) I kept squirming and I let myself be more vocal in my pleasure, running my fingers through that thick silvery hair. Then he moved his mouth down to my tummy, and kissed me there a bit before moving lower, past my waist to the top of my pubes. A few gentle kisses around that area and then he was looking up at me with a naughty smile. “May I?”

Now, I have to be honest and say that I’ve always been a little self-conscious about oral. It’s never been high on my list of priorities in the first place, and it used to make me pretty squeamish. I don’t know why, but I felt weird about not having showered either. So I kind of hesitated and then bit my lip and nodded, and I think he could tell I wasn’t quite sure. He moved down the bed so he could lay on his stomach and I slowly opened my legs for him, and I’ll admit, I was getting wet already.

He started off really slowly, with soft gentle kisses along the insides of my thighs. His hands stroked and kneaded my legs as his mouth moved closer to my kitty, making me squirm and bite my lip again. I felt that little twinge ‘twixt my nethers and could feel myself getting even wetter as his warm breath touched my bare lips. Finally he placed a soft kiss right on my clit and I shivered and moaned softly. His tongue gently parted my lips and I felt him taste me and heard him sigh pleasurably, which was oddly thrilling. His tongue continued tracing deft lines up and down my slit and occasionally flicking over my clit and making me squeal in a hushed voice.

Then he touched me with his fingers, stroking me languidly until he slowly slipped one finger inside me while gently kissing and teasing my clit some more. He curled his finger upward with gentle pressure while he lightly sucked on my lips, and I felt crazy radiating waves of pleasure go rippling through me. I gasped and clutched his hair, my hips pushing up off the bed slightly. He continued gently rubbing his fingertip inside me while licking and gently suckling my clit and lips and in about two minutes I clamped my thighs on his poor beautiful head, bucked my hips off the bed and cried out that I was cumming. He held still until the tremors subsided and then gave me a soft gentle kiss right on my outer lips then climbed back up (to guide his uncovered manhood inside me??) and then laid down next to me (damn).

“Good?” He asked, smiling. I blew out a long breath and nodded. “Yeah. That’s… wow. That’s never happened.” He beamed. And damned if there wasn’t that little hint of smugness, but I let him enjoy the knowledge that he made me cum like nobody else has before.

After some post-orgasm cuddling, I got up to get a drink of water (orgasms make a girl thirsty!) and was thinking about blowjobs. I wanted a better look at his dick but (true to form) I’ve not had great experiences with blowjobs. (This is your shocked face, I know.) I like the idea of blowjobs, on a conceptual level. The actual practical execution of blowjobs, though? Ehhhh…. (Let’s be honest, guys: would *you* have an easy time putting someone’s dick in your mouth?) But so far Rob is running up the scoreboard like no guy ever has before, and he did just make me cum with some kind of tongue-related wizardry that I still don’t fully understand, so why not try it? I was pretty sure he wouldn’t hold it against me if it didn’t go well or if I wanted to stop. (I mean, heck, if nothing else I’d just climb on top and slide that magnificent cock right inside me… what’s he going to do, complain??)

So I resolved that Operation Blowjob would commence shortly… but then found out that Rob had other plans. “Want to take a shower?” he asked, draining his coffee cup. I kind of stopped midway back to the bed and looked at the bathroom, like…. shower? What means ‘shower’? Finally my English returned and I nodded. *(Affirmative, I will enjoy to “shower” with you, Earthling. beep boop bop)*

He got out of bed and we were both still naked and that was hot so we stood there and kissed and I felt tiny next to him again. I forgot, because in bed, he’s not much taller than me. When we’re both standing, my god, he’s a giant of Olympian stature. I stood on my tiptoes and made him laugh by trying to come up to his shoulder. Then he had his hands on my ass (I was right, it IS one of my best features!) and was squeezing my cheeks and I wanted him again so we went into the bathroom and turned on the gigantic shower and got in together. Our hair was all wet and then we were kissing and his hands were all over my body, and then I was standing on the step and bending over and looking back over my shoulder at him with my hands placed against the shower wall, and he was sliding that thick pole inside my slick, slippery wet slit. His hands grasped my hips and he started pumping and it wasn’t all gentle and sweet this time. It was *fucking.*

We hadn’t said a word since walking into the bathroom, but we were completely in sync again. I wanted to be fucked, he wanted to fuck me, and for some reason the shower was perfect. He felt so good in me, so much better even than he had last night. He was grunting louder (or maybe just the echo) and I let myself be more vocal again and even talked a little dirty for him, telling that he was filling me up again and that I loved how he fucked me. He thrust faster and harder, and the water and acoustics made the slapping sounds seem crazy loud but kind of primal and hot. He felt amazing inside me but the speed and force of his thrusts was reminding me that I had woken up a little sore, so I started pinching and tugging on my nipple to make the soreness go away, then slid my hand down my tummy and rubbed my clit while he pumped and pumped. His hands were roughly grabbing my hips and ass and he thrust faster and growled that I was so tight and felt so good that I was going to make him cum. “You want me to cum don’t you?” he growled in that caveman voice. I shivered and moaned that yes, I wanted him to cum for me. He jackhammered me a few times (I almost slipped, jesus) and suddenly his hips shoved forward and he buried himself inside me, then with a guttural grunt, he pulled out and hot cum splashed across my ass and lower back.

Yeah. No condom. Totally forgot. I sagged against the shower all and turned around to see him looking at me… kind of uncertain. I turned my back to the showerhead to wash his cum off, then turned back to push my face under the stream and push my hair back. I didn’t say anything for a minute. Like, I wanted that and it felt amazing, but… I still felt a little weird that he’d just gone right ahead with it without asking. “Jen…” he kind of trailed off. I turned back to him and half-smiled. I told him it was okay, that I was on the pill, and that it felt great. He shook his head, then apologized. He said he just lost his head, that he wanted me so bad, but that it was no excuse. I nodded, then relented a little and stepped into his arms (while trying to stop the water from running in my eyes). “It’s okay, thanks for saying that though. I’ll admit I thought about it earlier too. I’m okay with it. But… I want this to be something special for both us, like you were saying last night… and for this to be really good, we need to trust each other.” I felt him nod against the top of my head, then kiss it gently. “You’re right,” he said, simply.

(So, okay, aside: this was kind of scary weird moment at the time, but the fact that we were able to talk about it so directly, right then and there? That’s pretty amazing, for me. I can be pretty assertive when need be, but historically I kind of… acquiesced to things where sex was concerned. But I was able to talk about it right away, and he listened, apologized, and just told me I was right without getting defensive… so that counts for something.)

We held each other for a few moments and then I wanted to break the solemn-ness (solemnity?) so I slid my hands down and squeezed his butt (oh my, that butt) and said “Yeah, but it really did feel pretty damn good,” and he laughed and it was all okay again. After that there was some actual showering with shampoo and soap and things (he washed my hair! awww) and we dried off with these luxuriously huge hotel towels and went back out into the bedroom with them wrapped around us. I abruptly realized I would totally be going back home in my blue wiggle dress, which is a pretty classy way to announce that you spent the night getting sexed up somewhere, but there was nothing to be done at that point. We talked for a while and made some plans for the afternoon since we both had the whole day (and night! woo!) free, and all I really needed to do was go home and change and get some more clothes and toiletries and stuff. He said he did have some things to do for work on Sunday, but he planned to just work from his hotel room, and said that he wouldn’t mind me basically moving in there for the week if I was so inclined. I laughed, but I had to confess, the prospect was appealing.

I said “Okay, I think we can do that, on one condition.” Arched eyebrow, smirky smile. He grinned right away. “And what would that be, young lady?” (Nngh, that drawl)

I put my hands on my hips and tried to look stern. “You’re going to need to learn me some of this fancy sex stuff, first of all. And then, I’d like to suck your dick.”

He was surprisingly okay with that. :)

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OKAY GOSH WOW. This took FOREVER to write, I’ve been working on it since yesterday and I’m sort of wondering if this reads differently than the first part. My voice is changing a bit because I’m more confident now, but I hope that doesn’t take away from the things that people found appealing about the first story. Let me know what you think? :) The next installment will feature the aforementioned blowjob(s), some spanking, my introduction to kink, my new favorite dirty pet name, and other such sexy adventures. :) It may be a few days before I can post because these take a long time to write and I want to be with Rob as much as I can, but I’ll be feverishly checking the comments in the meantime because holy hell is this addictive. <3 Thank you so much for reading! xoxo

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