I posted for an anonymous lunchtime hookup a while ago. I ended up spending a day in a hotel room with many hours of rough, kinky sex with tons of cuddles and aftercare.
If you’ve been inspired by this I’d love to hear from you. Drop me a line. I’m in London in a hotel on 1 Aug if anyone is seeking similar…
**The taxi ride**
He stood at the edge of the station concourse, leaning against an information board. Six feet tall, thick dark hair, sunglasses, trim beard, jeans and a tee on a sunny day. He was outwardly cool, calm, but inwardly fizzing with adrenaline, nerves. He thought of the hotel room he had checked into: the made bed, the double shower, the sofa, all so pristine. Then He saw her at the barriers, recognised her from the video calls. Shorter than him, chin-length red hair, a low-cut summer dress leaving nothing to the imagination. He couldn’t see it but knew she had the underwear on he’d chosen for her the night before.
He’d planned to wait, but he walked forwards to meet her. Hello – then a kiss. That was what they’d agreed. They had both agreed they had to break the ice, fast.
‘Hey. Hello. Nice to meet you.’
They leaned to each other, lips touching, parting. His lips were large, soft. Hers smaller, firmer. She pressed her body against his, her hips, her chest. His hand was on her waist pulling her to him. A touch of tongues. The three weeks since they’d first messaged seemed an age, a lifetime. All the things they’d shared about what they wanted, needed, were about to happen. All the times he’d told her what he was going to do to her.
They parted and then kissed again – both their eyes lit with relief. Mutual attraction, anticipation, excitement. It was happening. He took her hand and led her towards the stairs to the street and the taxi rank. She moved in front of him, taking the lead, inviting him to touch him. That was the deal. She was his. He briefly squeezed her ass, hard, not long enough for anyone to really notice.
He held the door to the black cab. She settled into the corner and he beside her as they pulled off into the traffic. The sky was bright blue, the sun beating down. His hand was on her thigh and moved up slowly as she opened her legs. This was something they’d talked about too. They made small talk as he found the heat between her legs under herpanties. He pulled away, glancing at the rear view mirror, unsure if the driver was looking back. It was too obvious. He slipped his arm over her shoulder and she stroked it, stroked his leg as the city slid by.
She leaned forward a little, shifted the back of her skirt. His hand slipped behind her and under her so she sat on it. His fingers found her wetness, pushing her panties to the side. She was soaked, and he slid a finger into her, moving it slowly in and out. Her felt how tight she was. She’s promised that and hadn’t lied. She held his arm and tried to keep her expression neutral, especially when he moved to rub the hood of her clit. He shifted and put two fingers in her and held them deep while she moved her hips a little. He just waited as the drive, occasionally moving, occasionally thrusting into her while her fingers dug into his arm. He watched her lips part, watched her held back a moan. The driver never knew, never saw. At least, he never said anything. When he took his hand back she held it in his and smoothly raised his fingers to her lips and sucked them.
The lobby went by in a blur. The elevator ride was short, but enough to draw into a passionate kiss, his hands on her ass again. The room was near, door open, door closed, door locked with a click. Shoes gone, bags dropped tumbled onto the bed….
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wa64i5/mf_an_intense_hookup_m38_f24_part_1_the_taxi_ride
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