Some men you simply can't resist testing to see if the hype is true. There have only been a few men in my lifetime that I have enjoyed entirely. I met him at a conference one summer and we flirted all summer. He was cocky, confident, and was a challenge that required time and effort. We were together during meetings often during the week, but his one stipulation was that no one could know that anything was happening between us. Two years older than me, he had eyes that danced with temptation and hands meant to please. I found myself drawn to him, wanting him in my bed. We started texting one night. Hormones coursing through my veins, I found it hard to be calm with the tantalizing promise of seeing him. We messaged for hours, I spoke to him of my fantasies, of meeting him and offering myself for his pleasure, for him to use as he wished.
Finally, I got my wish. "Meet me outside in five minutes"
I threw on my my best lace panties and black bra, eager to please. It was cold out, the wind biting through my clothes hardening my nipples. He was silent on the walk over to our usual place. The elevator ride we made small talk, relishing the electrifying tension between us. The doors opened and we went into our room. It was dark. All the lights were off and I could feel him behind me. His hands ran their way up my sides until they cupped my breasts, massaging my nipples. His cock pressed against my rear and his hot breath caressed my neck as I groaned in anticipation. He spun me around, asking me what I wanted. I wanted him in me, teasing my slit and then pressing into me.
I was wet. He lowered my onto the rough carpeting and I unbuttoned his pants releasing his girth into my mouth. He was so hard, wanting to cum in me and I wanted nothing more in that moment for that to come true. He pushed me all the way down, stripping off my shirt and leggings, his breath hitched in pleasure at the sight of my undergarments. I gazed up at him in the darkness, spread my legs and begged for him to enter me. With one swift movement he entered me, his lean muscled body giving me sweat relief and I could feel tingles of pleasure rippling through me as I rolled my eyes into the back of my head. Faster and faster he went into me, I screamed out his name, not caring who heard. We came together, glistening in sweat and collapsing in each others arms. He pulled out, still hard from being inside of me and threw me my clothes. Within minutes we were dressed and heading back out into the elements and on our way to bed. Only the security worker at the door privy to the idea of what could have happened. It was the start to some of the best sex of my life.
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Fixed formatting: > Some men you simply can’t resist testing to see if the hype is true. There have only been a few men in my lifetime that I have enjoyed entirely. I met him at a conference one summer and we flirted all summer. He was cocky, confident, and was a challenge that required time and effort. We were together during meetings often during the week, but his one stipulation was that no one could know that anything was happening between us. Two years older than me, he had eyes that danced with temptation and hands meant to please. I found myself drawn to him, wanting him in my bed. We started texting one night. Hormones coursing through my veins, I found it hard to be calm with the tantalizing promise of seeing him. We messaged for hours, I spoke to him of my fantasies, of meeting him and offering myself for his pleasure, for him to use as he wished. > Finally, I got my wish. "Meet me outside in five minutes" > I threw on my my best lace panties and black bra, eager to please. It was cold out, the wind biting through my clothes hardening my nipples. He was silent on the walk over to our usual place. The elevator ride we made small talk, relishing the electrifying tension between us. The doors opened and we went into our room. It was dark. All the lights were off and I could feel him behind me. His hands ran their way up my sides until they cupped my breasts, massaging my nipples. His cock pressed against my rear and his hot breath caressed my neck as I groaned in anticipation. He spun me around, asking me what I wanted. I wanted him in me, teasing my slit and then pressing into me. > I was wet. He lowered my onto the rough carpeting and I unbuttoned his pants releasing his girth into my mouth. He was so hard, wanting to cum in me and I wanted nothing more in that moment for that to come true. He pushed me all the way down, stripping off my shirt and leggings, his breath hitched in pleasure at the sight of my undergarments. I gazed up at him in the darkness, spread my legs and begged for him to enter me. With one swift movement he entered me, his lean muscled body giving me sweat relief and I could feel tingles of pleasure rippling through me as I rolled my eyes into the back of my head. Faster and faster he went into me, I screamed out his name, not caring who heard. We came together, glistening in sweat and collapsing in each others arms. He pulled out, still hard from being inside of me and threw me my clothes. Within minutes we were dressed and heading back out into the elements and on our way to bed. Only the security worker at the door privy to the idea of what could have happened. It was the start to some of the best sex of my life.
Thank you. I don’t know why it got messed up.
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