Alisha [FM]

Alisha is 5’5 petite, thick brown curly hair that stayed above the ears despite its length and somewhere in her early 20’s. We met on RAMD a few years ago when I lived in Toronto. Alisha and I had spent less then a week texting back and fourth. The growing tension of exchanged photos, long descriptive messages and a plan to sneak down to Toronto’s Path one night and find somewhere in its corridors to have each other.

For anyone who doesn’t know the Path is a massive series of interconnecting corridors, open spaces and shops that sits under the city of Toronto. It spans kilometres and connects dozens of buildings. During the day it is full of the bankers and down town folks who work in the skyscrapers above. At night it is empty. It feels like an endless mall. No windows just the white light of commercial bulbs.

We met first in a hotel that had an entrance to the Path. Of course these first moments are strange. I had a beer and she had some tea. We joked and talked. We were both who we wanted the other to be. I remember at first she had trouble making eye contact, more looking around the room as we laughed. As the drinks emptied we were locking eyes. I suggested we start exploring what sat below us and we headed to the entrance.

Like I had hopped when I originally thought of coming here it was empty. The shops fronts were closed by roller doors or locked. About half an hour went by before we kissed. It was in a long hallway of white after a joke that made us both laugh. She didn’t hesitate to use her tongue. It came and touched mine, feeling what we had both long talked about what would end up between her legs. It was a quick kiss before we started walking more.

Trying to open any service door we would find little places to feel each other. The photos of her body that she had sent felt as firm as I had imagined. She ran her hands along my neck and down my body. These quick and fast moments of having each other moved us to a fever. We eventually ended up in the basement conference area of a hotel. It’s massive rooms mostly locked but we continued to explore.

We found a room set for the next days presentation. A display of an investment bank was at he front. The room with only a little light, so perfectly placed pens and intended to be used for the cold work of finance was the perfect place to have each other.

Tearing off her close I feasted on her with the hunger of my week desire. From her neck to her nipples she tasted like sweet and smelt intoxicating. I turned her around to easily kiss her neck and feel her more. Her soft moans and running her hands to my stiffing cock made moving slowly impossible. I quickly turned her back, lifted her on to the table in front of dozens of empty chairs and dropped to my knees.

I pulled of her shoes and then her tight pants. Her soft legs gripped at my head pushing me close. Her white lace panties let even in the weak lighting me to see her lips. I started kissing her legs, feeling the her body laying down. I knew we didn’t have all night but I wanted to savour here, savour this moment of having a stranger want, savour the excitement of leaving this perfectly set table disheveled and pulled apart.

When I pulled her panties aside the smell of her sex was too much. I took as much of her softly in my mouth as I could and tasted her dripping clit. Within moments I had slid off her lace and was slowly increasing the intensity of each lick, of each suck and the squeezing my hands above.

When her legs weren’t squeezed around my ears I heard her asking for more. The come and saliva that drenched her made sliding my fingers deep inside of her easily. She shock and shakes with each action of my tongue and fingers. With her breast in my left hand, her pussy in my right and her clit at the end of my tongue I has all of her.

She came with an intensity that can only be born out of the fear of being too loud, the loss of control in a place where you could be caught and the moment when it all doesn’t matter. She had soaked my lips and table cloth under us. I stood up to look at her in the dark room. Slowly moving on the table in the after glow I wanted to fuck her right there. Unfortunately our senses came back and we heard talking out side on of the main entrances. We hurried to the side door we had come in through. There I held her against the wall to taste her lips again. Her hands moved back to my throbbing cock and she pushed me back behind the spare podium that was out side the door.

Behind it she dropped to her knees and in did my belt, my button and my fly. My boxers contained me and she enjoyed this moment. Kissing the cloth that sat between us she felt my cock swell underneath. I watched her as she looked up at me knowing how much I wanted to feel her lips surround me. She slowly slid down my boxers and moved her face right beside my cock as slid out. Sitting against her face she smiled up at me before looking to it and run in her tongue from my base to tip.

Watching her slowly get me wetter and wetter moving up and down me. With each. Plunge of her mouth she took me deeper and deeper. Kissing and licking my sack as rubbed my wet cock felt almost overwhelming. It wasn’t until she took the head of my cock in her mouth and rubbed my shift pulling my foreskin back with each up and down motion that I really lost myself. All of my body’s feeling had centralised around my cock and her lips. My orgasm grew and she knew it. Faster and faster she took me pushing me closer and closer. The moment came that body felt like a cannon. Filling her mouth each throbbing moment of ecstasy put more inside her until she couldn’t take anymore and let the rest of me drizzle down her mouth and on the floor.

We were suddenly back in the conference centre hallway. We cleaned up in a nearby bathroom and found our way back to the exit. Kissing goodbye we never talked again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5tj9ua/alisha_fm