I knocked on the door to the room. My hands, holding bags of snacks, were not the most steady. We had been talking for weeks and had just had lunch. The lunch, in question, had went fantastic. I arrived slightly before her which was actually fabulous for my nerves. When she arrived I was first shocked by how tiny she was. I, of course knew what she looked like. I had snooped this women’s Facebook… her posts… her pictures….you name it to try and get a feel of who and what I was getting myself into. But here she was. So petite and cute and oh so nervous. I was wearing a dress that she had picked out for me. A short light blue cleavage baring number. Her nervousness made me actually feel slightly more confident. At least I wasn’t in this alone and from our previous conversations I knew that she had the upper hand as far as experience and knowledge went. She also seemed to have the upper hand with confidence…that is until she was in front of me and I realized she was as nervous as I was. Several times throughout the meal she couldn’t really look at me and attempted to pay attention to whatever sport was playing on the T.V in the corner. But also there was several times that I caught her staring at my chest, which in turn made me blush. We finished our meal and she headed to check us in at the hotel. I headed for snacks and now we arrive at the hotel room door.
She opened the door and let me inside. Small talk commenced and Impractical Jokers played on the T.V. I sat down next to her on the bed and at some point later I laid down next to her. She rubbed my arm, petted my hair, but did not move to my leg even though the dress was leaving very little to the imagination. It could have been twenty minutes, it could have been two, all I know is at some point I looked at her and wanted her to kiss me. So I asked her to and she very kindly obliged. Her lips were soft and warm and oh so kissable. She had some of the most beautiful lips I’ve ever seen. Pouty without being overly large with this gorgeous natural color. As soon as she kissed me I knew I was lost. I knew down to the very fiber of my being that I was going to let this woman do whatever she wanted to me. I would let her destroy me completely and thank her while I burned down. I pulled her to me as I also pulled down my dress, desperately wanting her to feel me. I eventually sit up and pulled the dress over my head. She uttered “fuck” as I completely removed the dress. I began kissing her again and simply pulled her down on top of me.
I remember her sliding off my panties. The ones I selected especially for her. I remember her tracing her fingers up my thigh, kissing up my thigh. I was acutely wet even before she began touching me. She played with me slowly, deliciously. She treated me almost like a meal one which she had been waiting to devour. She traced these small circles around my pussy, over my clit, spreading my wetness over everything. I begged her to finger me and she did. Deep and soft. There was a certain expert capacity in which she touched me. Like she knew me and knew how to make me completely collapse. I came to orgasm easy. Almost to easy. With shaking and panting and heat.
The next several hours passed in a blur of orgasms and passion. There is no chronological sense to any of it. Only acute want mixed with a need. A deep need.
Her telling me that I was a good girl and she vigorously fucked me with her fingers.
Me jumping as she slapped my pussy with her hand repeatedly
Her hand around my throat whispering what a good slut I was before she slapped me hard across the face
Me on my stomach while she whipped my thighs and ass. At one point pulling me back hard by my hips so that my ass would be on full display for her.
Her ordering me to get up and lay across the desk with my ass up and legs spread apart. She spanked me hard with a flogger and then suddenly I felt her tongue exploring my ass. Somehow my feet ended up in the chair with her….on her. I remember begging her to fuck me…..I kept pleading with her…..fuck me….fuck me…. She inserted her thumb into my ass and proceeded to fuck me hard and with sheer reckless abandon. This ended by me crumbling due to the inability to support my legs. She somehow caught me and helped me into the floor. She called me a good girl again and told me that I had squirted in her hand.
Her allowing me some reprieve while still never taking her hands off of me.
Her mouth on me. Her tongue deep in me. Eating me. Feasting on my pussy like it was a necessity. Me cumming hard and repetitively.
How she kissed me. With total passion and tongue. How she bite my lip enough to leave tiny indentations along them that I could feel hours later.
Her thrusting her fingers into me while my legs circled her back. Pulling her closer. Licking and biting at her arms, hands, the tattoo on her shoulder. My nails on her back. Attempting to somehow pull her all the way into me.
Me finally feeling her. The heat of her. Her wetness. My fingers took over…. I remember tracing circles…spreading her around. I finally sunk a finger into her core and her breathing changed. She held me as I explored….as I felt her tighten.
I remember her fingers in me…..relentlessly pushing me to the edge and even when I went over she still wouldn’t stop. I tried to grab her hand to remove it from my pussy so I could breathe. She simply held my hand and would not let me go.
In the bathroom with me on the counter as she continued to fuck me. Feeling sore and tired but wanting more.
A thousand little moments of ecstasy and bliss. Of letting go. Of getting out of my head. Of simply feeling instead of over thinking and analyzing every aspect of my existence. She was the first woman I have ever been with and could possibly be the last. And it will be worth it.
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Good god thats hot!