Hotel [MF]

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I had been cycling for a few days and my body was in need of rest. The freedom of sleeping in a tent beneath bridges or in open fields was satisfying, but I had to recharge my system soon.

I had stopped the previous night somewhere between Corsicana and Waco and hadn’t woken up well at all. The constant noise from a nearby train yard kept waking me up, even with my headphones in, blaring rain and storm sounds. I decided to get a hotel room for the night. Plus, a hot shower would feel amazing.

Backtracking a few miles, I found a cheap motel in the area, but it was a little early to check in. I paid for the room and agreed to wait outside until they were ready to give me my room key. The woman who served as the receptionist was an Indian woman who, despite being a bit older, still showed traces of her former beauty.

While I was waiting outside her husband, the manager, came out and spoke with me about cycling. He told me he was a cyclist, and that he often did 20 miles a day. We spoke about biking for a few minutes, before he asked where I was headed. I told him Austin was my current destination but, afterwards, across the desert into California.

Sometime during the conversation a young woman walked up to listen to our conversation. I hadn’t noticed her at first but when I saw her it was like my brain short circuited.

The young woman was slender and dark-skinned, but otherwise, her features were strikingly similar to her mother’s. She wore a black dress and matching choker, and she smiled at me. I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment and I blushed for the first time in ages. She couldn’t be any older than twenty.

“My daughter, Saanvi.” The manager said.

I focused more on the conversation and discussed the running of a hotel and all the logistics of it – especially during a pandemic. The manager and his family lived within walking distance so they were always around but lucky enough, even during the labor shortage, to have a few overnight workers. The rest of our conversation was pleasant but I kept stealing glances at Saanvi. Surprisingly, she kept smiling right back at me. She was almost bold in her kindness, a playful sweetness around her eyes.

A new customer arriving drew the attention of the manager and his wife and I was left standing outside with the Saanvi, my bike nearby.

“So, you’re traveling across the country?” She asked, leaning her back against the wall. Her accent was subtle, but it only enhanced her perfect diction and soft, high voice.

“Yeah, I wanted to see the sights while I’m still young enough to do so.”

Saanvi laughed, a soft chime. Her eyes moved to my bike and all the bags piled up on the back storage rack. “Couldn’t you have traveled by car?”

I had been asked this before. The answer was always the same. “I guess I could have. But then I’d miss all the small details. In a car, the destination is the goal. When I’m biking, everything moves so much slower. The world isn’t a blur. The goal there is seeing the world, not just driving through it.”

She seemed to muse over that for a second. “I guess that’s true. And I’m sure you’ll meet some wonderful people too. Many new, enjoyable experiences.” Her words sparkled, but I couldn’t quite discern the subtext.

“Yeah,” I said, “Meeting new people is also a big part of it. People are so intricate, so unique. It seems like a waste to just drive by and glance at them, like I would be missing out on something if I didn’t take the time to meet them.”

She nodded. “Plus, biking all day makes you fit!” She laughed and looked me up and down, smiling. It was true. A few weeks of cycling had improved my physique, at least to a certain degree. I didn’t consider myself athletic, but I kept in shape by walking all day, so I had decent legs. The cycling burned any excess flab I built up with my sedentary habits.

I was a little embarrassed. “I guess you’re right. I’m not complaining if I look healthier.”

“I’m not either.” She said, looking directly in my eyes. There was that boldness again. Her eyes never left mine as she smiled that distinctive smile.

The manager walked out with the customer who had arrived after me and pointed him to his room. He turned to me and smiled, handing me the keycard to my own room.

I nodded to Saanvi, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and took the keycard from the manager, who thanked me and asked if I needed anything else.

“Anything at all.” Saanvi parroted. Her father smiled at her. I declined and headed to my room, wheeling my bike inside.

I spent the afternoon rearranging my gear and, by the grace of the gods of water heaters, enjoyed my first hot shower in several weeks. Afterwards, I napped for a while in the air-conditioned room until it was late in the evening. When I woke up, I was hungry. I put on my clothes and stepped outside, planning to walk over to the QT next door and get something to eat.

I passed by the reception office on my way across the parking lot and heard Saanvi speaking.

“See you tomorrow!” She was speaking to the night receptionist as she stood in the doorway to leave. She stepped outside and saw me. “Hello again. Do you need anything?” She smiled as she watched me.

I chuckled, but I played along. “A lot of things. But right now, I’m looking for something to snack on. Any suggestions?”

Saanvi laughed, smiling even more. “Well, there’s lots to choose from around here.” She pointed in the direction of the QT. I thanked her, bid her goodnight, and walked away feeling somewhat embarrassed. I was reading too much into something that wasn’t there.

I crossed back through the parking lot of the hotel about twenty minutes later, one hand clutching a soda, the other holding a plastic bag of snacks. I still felt dumb about my stupid line. For one, she was probably ten or more years younger than me – I’m pretty sure I was approaching creep-factor levels of inappropriateness. But also, I’ve been known to read signals wrong before. Both just normal conversation and otherwise.

The lock beeped as I used my keycard and then stepped in, closing the door behind me. I turned and stopped abruptly.

Saanvi sat perched on my bed with her legs crossed, arms folded across her chest.

“You took a lot longer than I expected.”

She stood in front of me, naked except for the choker around her neck and the hair tie on her wrist. Her freshly showered body glistened in the low light, her skin practically screaming its smooth, soft texture.

I stuttered a bit before I spoke. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you would be waiting for me here.” I gazed at her. Her dark hair flowed over her back, hidden from my view. Her arms were crossed in front of her, hiding her breasts but hinting at lighter skin and the promise of a perfect handful. Further down, her belly was smooth and toned. The full sight before me culminated in long, dark legs, and dainty feet.

I could immediately feel the arousal stir in me and was starting to regret my thin shorts.

“No,” she said, “I’m surprised it took so long for you to actually flirt back. I thought you weren’t interested.” She stood up and crossed to me, the seduction in the sway of her hips was absolute.

I was absolutely dumbfounded, almost completely convinced that I was dreaming.

And then she grabbed the front of my pants with one hand and pulled me into a kiss with the other hand. Her mouth was fire, her tongue intertwining with mine, our heads tilting back and forth with passion. I dropped my things, wrapping one hand around her neck and pulling her tightly to me, the other hand cradling her lower back. She lifted a leg of hers up and crooked it around mine and I reached lower and grabbed her ass, pulling her crotch into line with mine.

She was warm, grinding against me, as our lips pressed together in passionate exchange. I wanted more: I could feel the softness of her skin through my shorts, and her need throbbed through me with an intensity that terrified me. She let out soft noises as we kissed. I needed more. I was drowning in absolute lust.

Still kissing, we sidled over to the bed and she pushed me backward onto it. As I hit the mattress, she climbed on top of me. Our kiss only parted when I took her breasts in both hands and gently squeezed, brushing her right nipple with my lips as I did so. My tongue ran circles around the soft flesh, still squeezing the other with my left hand. She arched, her head tilting upwards, eyes closed, her mouth slightly open with her heavy breath.

Moving from her right breast, I focused on the left in the same manner. Her hips moved over mine in perfect position, and she started to grind against the hardness under my shorts. She moved back and forth, growling softly. The warmth of her center grew as it slid over me.

The fabric grew too much to bear and I wanted to be closer. She seemed to be thinking the same thing and as I shifted her weight to remove my shorts she grabbed at the hem and pulled both my shorts and boxers off in one motion.

Her wet skin against mine was like electricity between us. Her pussy slid across my cock, moving in the same grace and rhythm as an Olympic skater. As she moved back and forth against me, I pressed my mouth against hers. Saanvi put her hands on my stomach and slid my shirt up; her fingers searched across my chest, and I raised my arms so she could pull it off of me.

Leaning down, still grinding against me, she started to kiss my chest, her tongue playing at my flesh. I grabbed her ass in both my hands and pulled her hips even more forcefully against me. As I watched, she continued to kiss and lick down my chest, her breathing shallow and quick.

Sliding down my body, she started to kiss and run her tongue around my belly button. It tickled and I couldn’t help but laugh and squirm, hearing Saanvi giggle. She continued kissing further and further down until she was kissing the base of my cock. She took the shaft in one hand and slowly licked the base of it, looking into my eyes as she did so.

She held my gaze, biting down on the smile that started at one corner of her mouth and spread to both corners. There was a subtle shift in her eyes as they moved from playful and smiling to sultry, almost consumed with need. She licked a few circles around the tip and then, with all Saanvi moved her head slowly at first, twisting and turning as she explored my cock with her tongue. She slid it in and out of her mouth, and I could feel the warmth of her tongue against my shaft. She stroked her hand along my cock in rhythm with her head. At times she would stop occasionally, alternating between stroking with her hand or using her mouth.

“Does that feel good?” She asked, her eyes locking on mine.

“Absolutely,” I said, “Your mouth is so fucking good.”

She smiled, that same sultry look, and then took me once more into her mouth. She reached up with both hands and grabbed her hair, pulling it into a ponytail, the tie on her wrist securing her hair. One hand slid below me and with a soft giggle, mouth still full, grabbed my ass. Her other hand reached up and groped my chest, sliding up to my collarbone and neck.

Her head began to move faster, her grip on my backside and my throat giving her the leverage to move deeper and quicker. My cock was soaked and slick with her spit as she continued to move her head. The noises her mouth made drowned out our moans as she moved, the suction and saliva playing songs in her throat.

She straightened up, still moving her head and then started taking my cock deeper into her throat. Her left hand gripped tighter as a makeshift handhold as she continued to push deeper and deeper. I grabbed a handful of her thick, black hair and she reacted immediately, digging her nails into my chest.

With a twist, I pulled her hair to the side and pushed her further down my cock, feeling the resistance in her throat dissipate. Each time she came up for air, she moaned in pleasure.

“Oh, you’re being such a good girl for me.” I said, a handful of hair controlling her movements. She seemed to melt at the praise and started moving her head even faster, her spit soaking the base of my cock, long rivulets stringing out when she stopped to breathe. She moved both hands around the shaft and moved them in syncopation with her head. I was losing my mind with how amazing it felt.

She continued for just a bit longer, her movements encouraged by my hand driving her head until, with the pop of suction, I pulled her off and gripped her cheek in my hand. Still stroking me, she pulled my thumb into her mouth and stared directly into my eyes.

“It’s your turn.” I said, grabbing her ass and pulling her up towards me. She straddled my face eagerly and her scent was intoxicating as her thighs enclosed my head. The tip of my tongue touched her clit and I started moving circles around it.

Saanvi reacted immediately, her back hunching, her knees pressing together. I could feel her hands grip my hair as she pulled me closer, her soft moans coming in short gasps. I continued running my tongue across her, sliding up and down her lips and once more up to the clit. She moved her hips almost absentmindedly, perfectly in sync with me.

I pressed my tongue inside her, extending as far as I could go, snaking, searching. She was tight, my tongue finding resistance as I pushed inside. She tasted exquisite, her womanhood soaking my lips and, really, my entire face as I kissed the very core of her center.

I was drowning. I was suffocating. I was in heaven. Saanvi sat atop me, moaning, her soft ass in my hands, her hands pulling my face into her. I continued tonguing her as best I knew how, reaching a hand around to rub her clit with my fingers. The sensation of both was too much and she collapsed forward, her hair cascading around her.

I rolled her off of me and pushed her onto her back, pulling her hips up to my face. I spread her legs with my hands and flicked my tongue back and forth across her. I pushed up, passed her clit into the tiny landing strip she had, making her giggle, and further up to her belly button, running circles around it like she did for me. With one finger I traced the outside of her pussy, soaking my finger. Still kissing her stomach, the sensation making her squirm, I pushed a finger inside her. She moaned and stopped moving, her hips moving towards me, asking for more. I moved my mouth back up to her breasts, savoring the taste of her skin. At the same time, I curled my finger inside her and started massaging the walls of her pussy.

“Oh my god.” She moaned as I curled my finger inside her. I slid a second finger in and she pulled my face towards her. Our mouths pressed together. She moaned deeply as my fingers worked inside her, our tongues dancing, our mouths completely locked.

“Fuck me.” She commanded, pushing my head away, trying to move into position.

“Not just yet,” I said, grabbing her hips and pushing her legs up over her head. “I told you I was hungry and I’m not full yet.”

She lay on her back, her knees on either side of her head, her pussy bared and shining with spit. I dove in once more, tasting every perfect contour of my feast. I moved forward, her ass facing up and supported by my chest, one hand rubbing against her clit as continued to delve deep within her with my tongue. She moaned, almost desperate, and I slid my tongue back up to her clit, running circles, humming slightly.

One of her hands slid around and started stroking me again while I continued devouring her as if she were my final meal. She was moaning more now, her voice high but soft and restrained. I kept eye contact as I ate her and her breath became more shallow. I could see it building, her eyes became unfocused and she gave way to the sensation coursing through her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She moaned.

Saanvi’s thighs squeezed down around my head and she rocked her hips in repetitive motions, her pussy grinding against my face as she came. I could feel her body quiver and convulse, but I didn’t stop. She squeezed tighter and I felt like my head was going to burst but I continued, and she kept grinding away, never stopping me.

An eternity passed and she crushed my head as tightly as she could. I couldn’t move anymore, my tongue seemingly stuck in her permanently. And then she released me, pushing me away. Color flooded back in as I was able to catch my breath. I could see stars, the lights bursting before my eyes. And I was fucking proud of it.

Her nails were sharp as she pushed me onto my back and straddled me, her breath ragged and fierce. Her hair tie had fallen out, and a curtain of hair tumbled down onto me. I could barely see her face but her eyes were feral, distant, and full of desire. I was the sacrifice beneath her, the offering to her god of lust. And I was willing.

She lifted one leg, her toes straightening as she reached beneath her and grabbed me, guiding my cock to her. With absolutely no restraint, she lowered herself onto me. I felt myself push into, passed, and through her it seemed.

There was no slow start; there was no control. There was only pure and absolute feeling. Saanvi and I were a single machine as we moved together. She leaned down to kiss me more deeply, her hair falling around us in long waves.

Her breasts swayed back and forth as we moved together, stirring our bodies together, creating a sensuous rhythm. Her hips moved in circles. I felt like a wave breaking on the shore, gentle but powerful. She was soft, yet firm. And warm—it felt like our bodies were melting into each other, the sensation of moving in and out of her was almost too much to bear. But I wasn’t done yet.

I pushed her aside and turned her around. Instinctively, she pressed her ass against me, her hands and knees on the bed, her back bowed. I rubbed my cock on against her but didn’t put it back in.

“Tell me what you want,” I said.

Without missing a beat, no build up, she begged me, “Please fuck me! Please, I want you to fuck me so badly.”

And I gave her what she wanted. My hips slammed against her ass, the loud sound as flesh met flesh mixed with our moans. I grabbed an arm with one hand and a bunch of her hair with my other, pulling her up against my chest. Her arms moved up over her head and around mine, my teeth finding the flesh of her neck. She shuddered and pressed into me even more, our hips still moving.

I pushed Saanvi down and she gathered the blankets to her face, her back curved down as she started driving our movements. I stopped moving my hips and enjoyed her pressing against me, almost desperately. We kept this position for a few minutes longer until she turned her head, her hair a complete tangle, her eyes barely visible beneath the mess. They sparkled, and I was reminded of a tigress peering at her prey through the tall grass.

She turned on her back and spread her legs, inviting me in.

“Fuck me.” She said, pushing her hair out of her face. “I want your cum.”

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Standing, I pressed myself inside her once more. She leaned back on her elbows and moaned as I fucked her. Her body was bared for me to see and she was beautiful, a goddess of liquid motion, lithe and supple. She reached down and rubbed her clit as we moved in harmony.

She moaned softly, her head rolling back as she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”

Saanvi was lost to desire, and her constant chanting rose in volume. As her body began to crest with another orgasm, I knew mine was close as well.

I kept thrusting, feeling fit to burst as Saanvi kept rubbing her clit, the ritual almost complete. Before I knew it, she was writhing with convulsions. The last of her breath had vanished, and her neck was taut from straining.

After a moment, she sucked in a breath, gasping as she slid herself to the floor.

“Give me your fucking cum!” She said, and almost as if on command I burst into her open and waiting mouth, the volume spilling over her cheek and across her forehead as I came. She licked eagerly at the tip of my cock, cleaning it with her tongue, my hand gripping the back of her neck.

“So much.” She whispered, taking me into her mouth again, using a finger to clean her face, not missing a drop.

“Sorry, I’ve been on the road a while.”

She looked up at me, licking my shaft from the base to the tip once more. “I hope you have more in store for me. I am nowhere close to being done.”

I spent an extra night at the hotel, considering the purpose of my stay was to rest up for the trip down to Austin. In spite of everything that happened, I left the third morning completely exhausted, Saanvi fast asleep in my bed, her mother completely oblivious as I turned in my door key. With any luck, I could be out of the city before housekeeping woke her up.

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