My phone buzzed as the new message came in. Without even picking it up, I knew who it was from – Christy.
“I’m here” was all it said.
We had been chatting on Kik for well over a month at this point, and our schedules had finally aligned where we would be in the same city at the same time.
I had arrived in London earlier that day, having taken a red eye from D.C. whereas she had already been in town for a few days at this point. After some consulting of our schedules, we decided to meet in the bar at my hotel, the Grand Marriott.
Looking once more in the full length mirror, I adjusted my tie. Nothing super fancy, but still a decent silk tie surprisingly not from a department store. The charcoal suit fit my 5 foot 7 inch frame quite well, even for an off the rack number. Pays to have them tailored, that’s for sure. Gave myself a quick once over to make sure nothing was amiss. Black square point dress shoes were clean. Charcoal slacks were neatly pressed, no funky wrinkles in them. Jacket fitting just right, sleeves exposing just the right amount of cuff of the faintly pinstriped black shirt. Yes, this will do fine I thought to myself.
I hammered out a quick reply to Christy as I swirled the rum and coke around in the glass sitting atop my minibar, steeling my nerves one last time. “I’ll be there shortly.” I figured why not make her sweat a bit.
Who was I kidding, I was nervous like a fifteen year old about to make it to second base for the first time, and I hadn’t felt like this in years. I nervously spun my cobalt wedding band with my thumb as I waited for the elevator.
There was something about Christy that had taken root into my psyche. I couldn’t tell if it was her eyes, her coy smiles, the way she would bite her lip, or the seductive whimpers and moans as she said my name as she pleasured herself and recorded it for me. Even though I didn’t know exactly what it was, I knew I had to have her.
The ding of the elevator brought me back to reality, as the polished brass doors opened into the lobby and the sound of gentle conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses could be heard in the air alongside mellowing string music being piped through the hidden speakers.
My breath caught in my throat momentarily as I walked into the bar area, because I immediately saw her. She was standing at the bar, her back to the entrance, just as she was instructed. The fabric of her blood red cocktail dress hugged her curves, exposing her back, and her dark mahogany hair flowed around her shoulders. She was nervously toying with the little paper umbrella that the bartender had put in her drink.
I took one last deep breath, exhaled slowly, and casually walked over. As my hand found the small of her back, I felt her body tense up with apprehension, but that quickly disappeared as I leaned in, breathing in her scnet as I did, and whispered into her ear “Tonight, you are mine.”. The whimper of submission was barely audible as it escaped her lips, but was quickly silenced as I took her chin in my hand, and gently, and so very long overdue, placed my lips upon hers. The velvety softness was everything that I’d hoped it would be, and her response was even more so. The way her body inadvertently rose up to meet my kiss, to the sharp inhale as our lips touched, to the way she placed her hand atop mine as if begging me not to pull away.
But alas, the kiss was not to linger, as if it did, we both would have been hauled off to jail in the ensuing hours had we stayed in the bar.
I laid a 10 pound note on the bar, told the barkeep to keep the change, and spun her around, my hand on her lower back, providing gentle but firm pressure in the direction I wished her to move. As we walked the forty five feet to the elevator, my hand drifted slowly down towards her perfectly curved ass, feeling no panty line at all. Good, she had listened.
The doors closed behind us, and now it was just us. 45 seconds to the sixth floor. I utilize this time to brush the hair off of her left shoulder as I step in even closer, our bodies now pressed against each other.
A barely discernible “Oh, fuck” resonates off the elevator walls as I tenderly kiss her shoulder while my right arm snakes around her body, fingertips tracing along her curves. I feel an all too familiar sensation as my body decides now would be a good time to divert the bloodflow in my body to a more appropriate area, causing my cock to twitch with anticipation. I could feel Christy’s hand gliding along my thigh, working it’s way in between us, coming to rest on my swelling member just as the elevator dings, and as the doors slid open, she gave it a firm but effective squeeze.
As we walked down the hall to my room, not a word was spoken between us, the sexual tension palpable in the air. As we approached the door to the room, I reached into my jacket and pulled out the key, and handed it to her. “Ladies first”. She slid the card into the slot, and the 1’s and 0’s worked their magic, and with a satisfying clunk, the mechanical tumblers unlocked the heavy wooden door. As she gingerly pushed the door open, I could sense a slight hesitation in her movements, but that was quickly dismissed with a slight amount of pressure on the small of her back. With that, it all the tension in her body seemed to melt away, and with that, we crossed the threshold.
As the door swung closed behind us, she went to turn to face me, but my hands on her hips denied that movement.
“Be still, for tonight you are mine, remember?”
I could see in the reflection of the floor to ceiling window as Christy bit her lower lip as the words resonated in her ears. My fingers traced along her hips, moving outward to her arms, trailing along her silky skin, feeling the goosebumps form under my touch. As my hands neared her shoulders, I brushed her hair away from the back of her neck, and leaned in to kiss her flesh once more, eliciting a barely imperceptible rush as the breath escaped her lips.
My hands firmly on her shoulders, my kisses trailing from her neck to her shoulders, I began to slowly slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms, allowing the dress to slowly and elegantly fall from her body.
I took a small step back to admire the now pile of bunched up red fabric that had settled around her black patent leather six inch heels.
My hands and lips returned to exploring her body, light trailing kisses along her shoulders and neck, my hands finally encircling her body, hands sliding along her torso, feeling her pulse quicken with every inch of movement.
Her hands moved to envelop mine, her soft touch a stark comparison to my rough calloused hands from years in the military, begging to guide me to where she wanted to feel my touch. I allowed this slight intrusion on my control, because I did in fact want this night to be about her pleasure, not just my own carnal desires.
As one hand cupped her voluptuous breast, the other trailed down her stomach, slowly making it’s way towards her sex, and as it approached with almost imperceptable speed, I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. Her legs inadvertantly spread ever so slightly, granting me access to her, her final line of defense having fallen.
Her head fallen back into me, her nipples hardening under my touch, and her sex slickening with arousal as my fingers began to trace along her slit, her hands above and behind her, pawing at my neck and running through the hair on the back of my head.
I was greeted with a sharp gasp and a momentary loss of balance on her part, my grip tightening on her to steady her as my fingers finally penetrated her, the moistness of her folds spilling onto my fingers.
As I withdrew my finger from her, a sigh of disappointment slipped from her, but was quickly replaced by a tensing of her body as I proceeded to nibble her earlobe while my finger traced around her clit with a firm and determined pressure.
After a few tantalizing moments, her body beginning to shake with pleasure, I withdrew my touch from her, and in an almost violent fashion, spun her around. The look of surpise was quite apparent on her face, but the look of bewilderment in her eyes was replaced by a flash of carnal lust as her eyes looked me up and down. I felt like a piece of meat being eyed at the market, and I enjoyed it. I hadn’t seen a woman look at me like that in a number of years, and the surge of sexual energy that it sent coursing through my veins was intoxicating.
With a fiery passion in her eyes, she undid the one button on my suit jacket, and while running her hands up my torso, slid the jacket from my arms, letting it fall to the ground. She then took my tie in her hands, letting it slip effortlessly through her fingers and from around my neck.
Starting at my jaw line, she began to slowly and seductively kiss along my neck while her skilled hands deftly, undid the buttons on my shirt, her lips moving in to occupy the space once inhabited by a button, slowly working her way down my torso; all the while working her way down to a position where she is squatting in front of me, eye level with my heavy brass belt buckle and leather belt.
Again, her skilled hands go to work, deftly undoing the buckle, allowing it to hang free while her other hand undoes the clasp on my charcoal grey slacks. Staring down at her, we lock eyes as she licks her lips and reaches inside my slacks, freeing my engorged member from it’s fabric prison while allowing my slack to succumb to gravity.
My cock twitches at her touch, as she traces her fingertips along the veins, causing a groan of pleasure to leave my mouth. She eyes the precum collecting at the tip, and with raw passion, her tongue snakes out of her mouth, tasting me for the first time.
The pure ecstasy that her tongue provides is almost too much to bear, as I barely falter before regaining my compsure and steadying myself.
Without taking her eyes off of mine, she wraps those velvety lips around the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around it as she does. Without any conscious input on my part, my hand drops down, and my fingers work my way through her hair bundling it into my fist, as to not obscure my view as she slowly works her way down my shaft, coating it in her hot saliva, taking it to the hilt and holding it there, the swollen head of my cock pressed firmly against the back of her throat, all the while staring up at me with those intoxicating eyes that drew me to her in the first place.
Her pace begins to quicken, as she works my cock like she’ll never get another chance to taste it, rhythmically moving up and down, slowly and gently caressing the dangling portions of my manhood, sending chills up my spine.
The sounds of her moaning on my cock are enough to drive even the most pious of individuals over the edge, and I do my best to control myself, but it is becoming increasingly more difficult to restrain myself as I am at the mercy of this master cock sucker. Her hands, mouth, and tongue are all working together in a beautifully orchestrated manner, bringing me close and closer to the grand finale, a crescendo of sexual release, the combining of my essence with her.
Almost as if on cue, with some sort of sexual intuition, she senses my impending release, and quickens her pace. Finding a renewed vigor that someone only in the throws of passion could possibly possess, she conducts her masterpiece performance of oral talent, and I can hold back no longer.
A guttural noise emanates from inside me, as my cock twitches and pulses in her mouth, rope after rope of my milky white cum erupts into her mouth. Holding steady, and eagerly taking it all in, she swallows greedily at all that I offer, a slight amount escaping from the corner of her mouth.
Once the eruption of biblical proportions subsides, she again, takes me to the hilt, and sucking tightly and strongly along my shaft, drains me of any remnants that might remain, swallowing one last time with a coy smile on her face as she stares up at me.
I release her hair, and with my index finger, slowly wipe the escaped seed from the chin. “Open”, I quietly command, and she obeys in kind, parting her lips to receive my finger. We gaze at each other with lust as I deposit my finger to her tongue, where she accepts it readily, eagerly sucking it clean of both our juices, the combined flavor causing a veritable fireworks show in her irises…….
TO BE CONTINUED…….
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/5acz10/the_encounter_part_1_my_first_post_here_kinda