Hostel

Secret Room

The chipped door creaks with a push inwards to the dingy little hostel room located somewhere in the hills of West Virginia. You shake the key loose and step inside. I follow closely behind, paranoid of nonexistent cameras, worried about somehow being recognized going into an overnight room with someone other than my husband. It’s dark and no one knows us here anyways, so the anxiety isn’t warranted, but I can’t help it.

With the rates they were charging for the rooms, it was unlikely they even had a camera in the main office, much less facing the rooms. Considering our plans, this is a comforting thought..

The door clicks shut softly behind me while you drop your bag into the corner behind the chair set near a small table and lamp near the window on the front wall of the room. You turn and consider me for a moment through dark eyes. I swallow hard, skin tingling from the sudden electric jangle of nerves in my belly. Without a word, you step towards me and in two strides have me pushed against the inside of the door and your mouth is on mine.

All the frustration and promises pent up from months previous are crushed down on my mouth as you forcefully, yet somehow softly probe my mouth with soft lips, gentle teeth and warm tongue. Moving over and over, never still and trailing from my mouth down my neck and then back again. Your hand snakes up my back and then my hair is pulled tight around your fist at the nape of my neck.

Your other hand runs up my thigh, under my short summer dress to slide between my legs. Your fingers play along the edges of my panties before dipping briefly under them and stroking my bare flesh. You yank my head further back before removing your fingers against my protesting sounds into your mouth and reaching around to roughly cup my ass through the lace of my panties and pulling me hard against you.

Through the thin fabric of my panties and dress, I can feel you already hard and ready pressing against me. I start pulling at your clothes while pulling you more firmly against me and pressing us harder into the inside of the door. You reach up and click the chain in place before pushing away from me and taking a breath.

“ I need to shower before we…” you mumble into my mouth before kissing down my neck while pulling my head further back for more access. Your free hand is under my dress and alternating between each breast as you gently cup and stroke me through the lace, draping the dress across your arm and half-way up my waist so I know you can see me as you explore and caress. The lace catches against the roughness of your fingertips as you move over and over, making sure to show even attention to each part of me.

My nipples are painfully hard and every time your thumb grazes me through the fabric of my bra it sends a little shiver of electricity through me and to that place between my legs to cause me to tighten each time. Sighing heavily and ending on a pained groan, you shove away from me completely and stride quickly to the bathroom.

“This will be the fastest shower in history, I promise, hang on”. And with that you’re gone and the bathroom door is clicking shut behind you. There’s the furious rustle of fabric as you shuck off your clothes and the sound of running water soon after.

My lips are swollen and my face already a little raw from your stubble. I stroked my thumb over these sensations as I sit cross legged on the end of the bed and waited. The shower runs for about three or five minutes before shutting off, and I can hear you pulling a thin towel off of the rack.

Using this as my que, I stand and pull my dress over my head as the bathroom door is yanked open and you walk out wearing nothing but a towel. There is still water droplets beading along your skin like you didn’t even bother to wipe it dry when you climbed out of the shower and instead simply wrapped a towel around your waist on your way back to the bedroom.

The dress falls into a pile on the floor and I step towards you in my simple navy blue lace thong and bra. Between my legs is already slick and wet through the fabric stretched snug across my pussy and leaving it molded to me. You say nothing as my hands automatically reach for your waist and hook over the top of the towel to yank you against me.

You’re already stiff and hard and pressing through the terry cloth against my belly, hands sliding the hooks of my bra free to slide to the floor.

Your hands, large and roughened by living on the trail cup and stroke me, thumbs snagging lightly across my nipples before you bend to take each into your mouth. Gently at first, and then more roughly until you’re tugging on my nipples with your teeth while I pull your towel free to drop to the floor and you stand straight.

Lips meeting mine, my panties seem to fall away as our hands fumble and shove at each other until we’re completely naked and pressed against one another.

Your hand slips up again along my inner thigh until your fingertips graze along the outside of me. You slide back and forth along that slit before your middle finger slips inside in one long stroke, reaching deep inside of me and pulling a hiss of breath from my between my teeth.

Using your hand between my legs and fingers still working inside of me, you steer me backwards towards the bed. You walk me gently backwards until the bed meets the back of my knees.

As I fall back, you fall to your knees and pull me by the hips further towards the edge of the bed, never removing your fingers from inside of me during this.

Dark eyes flicking between watching mine and looking at what you were doing between my legs, you slowly work your mouth up my inner thigh to that place where it meets my groin, flickers of heat from your mouth sending sensations jangling across my skin as you caress and nibble everywhere but where I needed to feel you the most.

Your fingers are still inside of me, barely working in and out while you tease around me with your mouth until I can’t handle it anymore and reach down to pull your face to me by the back of your head.

You laugh and finally slip your tongue deep inside after pulling fingers free and spreading me open for easier access. The light from the bathroom shines directly on your work.

You stop occasionally to admire what you’re doing while I arch against you, struggling not to grind so hard against your mouth that I hurt us both.

Your fingers work inside of me in a “come-hither” motion and the tension pulls tighter inside me as your tongue strokes and prods gently around that part of me that is the most sensitive, careful not to press directly but tease around it.

Both hands gripping your head, I finally give in and grind my hips towards you as you laugh and pull your mouth and fingers away, leaving all of my tension untapped and unsatisfied for the moment.

I moan in frustration and start to prop myself up on my elbows before your hands are under my ass and I am suddenly squealing and flying further up on the bed, hair slapping me in the face as I hit the pillows at the top of the bed.

Before I can get the tangle of my hair out of the way, you are braced over me and kissing me, both laughing at the hair in our mouths as we attempt to keep kissing and pushing my hair out of the way at the same time and not quite succeeding or failing at either.

I can feel the stiff heat of you pressing between my legs and look down in time to watch the long length of you disappear into me as you fill me, stretching me to bursting.

You hit bottom and keep pressing deeply, trying to fit every inch of your cock in me.

One arm slides under my shoulder and you tangle fingers roughly into my hair at the nape of my neck to anchor me in place while your other reaches under my ass and pulls my hips even closer as you begin to move.

In and out, slowly at first, you work yourself in me, trying to work deeper into me with every thrust so you can move more freely, more quickly. I am so slick that it runs down between my ass cheeks as your balls begin to slap against me as you gain momentum while you fuck me.

I rock my hips upwards at the deepest part of every thrust, keeping pace as you fuck me faster. Harder.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck…. FUCK!” you mumble into my ear before quickly slipping out of me and bracing yourself above me. I can feel the tip of you grazing me and I strain my hips upwards in an effort to guide you back inside of me. That’s all I can focus on, you so tauntingly close and the weight of you pinning me to the bed.

Only the goal of having you press forwards and fill me again and again fills my mind. I reach down and grip your thighs and try to pull you towards me while straining upwards. “Please, please just let me….” I whispered in a strained voice.

You resist and keep just out of reach. Frustrated I try to sit up under you to slide away but you just smile and tighten your grip in my hair to keep my head under your control.

You let up after a moment of watching me squirm and I slide out from under you. You roll onto your back and scoot up the bed. I crawl towards you, throw my leg over your hips, and position myself before taking you as deeply as I can handle in one long stroke.

I rotate slightly with each downstroke while you grab my hips and begin to move with me, forcing yourself a little more deeply each time. The stretching sensation hurts and feels wonderful all at the same time. I can feel the pressure building inside of me, tightening more and more… I am getting close to that point of no return, so I close my eyes and let my head fall back as I focus on the sensation building inside of me and the texture of you stretching me even more as you become more rigid as we work hard to race towards that end we have talked and teased about for months at this point.

I am so wet there is a constant wet, meaty sound as we fuck and our bodies meet over and over again.I’m getting close, so close….. I’m beginning to tremble and lose rhythm.

Faster and faster, harder.

Your fingers suddenly dig bruisingly deep into my thighs and you start forcing your hips as roughly and deeply as you can, almost frantically.

This was all I needed to tip me over that edge and my orgasm is swift and sharp, leaving me clenching and spasming around your dick and taking away my ability to speak coherently as I collapse forwards as the waves of pleasure begin to ebb.

You’re not quite done, and begin moving again against my feeble attempts to make you wait a moment.

You grip my hips harder and just seem to let go of the last thread of the control you were hanging onto and furiously pound into me over and over, making me yelp and moan with the overstimulation of it all.

Finally, finally… with one long and deep thrust I feel you unload inside of me.

Deep, so deep inside of me; I can feel the head of your cock pulsate while you continue to strain to cum as pressed as far into me as you can.

There is a sudden warmth inside of me and then a moment later even more wetness between us as you overfill me and spill out to cover your balls and hip and my inner thighs.

Neither of us makes any effort to move, but the thought did occur to me that we would both now need a shower.

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