We matched on tinder, after I’d had a few too many following another argument with my soon to be ex. We flirted via text, shared some pics, got a little steamy…
It started with some escalating text messages on a Thursday…he suggested a hotel…I was ready for that.
The original plan was to meet at Starbucks… we met somewhere else instead
I parked the car, texted to let him know I’d arrived. He opened the side entrance door for me, and we silently walked to his room, both with our masks on.
We walked into the room, and I had barely set down my bag before his lips were on mine, my hands caught in his as he pushed me against the wall. His lips found my jaw line, neck, and that super sensitive spot behind my ear.
As I moaned and shifted as best I could, he began running his hands up and down my body. His firm, yet gentle grip found its way to my breasts, pulling them from the amazingly strappy bra under my dress.
He then eased my jacket off my shoulders, politely draping it over the back of the chair. Moving back toward me, he dropped his hand down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up so he could better access my breasts. He then did away with the whole dress, again neatly placing it over the jacket.
There, in my bra, panties, and shoes that all matched, he turned me around to face the wall and planted kisses over my shoulders, pulling my hair around to kiss my neck, all while running his hands up and down my body. He easily unhooked the strappy bra, quickly turning me around as he removed it.
He then grabbed me again, pulling me close and drowning me in kisses and moans and he slowly, carefully moved toward the bed. He took off his shirt as we kissed.
He sat me down as he knelt on the floor. He kissed me and caressed me as my head hit the bed. He teased my nipples, so hard and sensitive. He ran his fingers along my sensitive folds over my panties. He then pulled the matching, also very strappy panties to the side and slid his finger up and down my slit, pausing on my clit.
Upon his offer to help me out of my panties, he deftly pulled my panties to my ankles, pressed my legs into my body with his hands on the back of my thighs, and then dove into my pussy tongue-first.
My first orgasm was almost instant, undoubtedly from the anticipation I’d felt all morning. He didn’t stop, instead he moaned into my pussy and he continued to devour me. I could feel my juices streaming out of me. He relished it; he could not get enough.
After several minutes of oral pleasure, he finally slid a finger inside my already aching pussy, making me cum again. He incessantly fingered me until I was trembling and incoherent. He’d found my g-spot almost instantly. My eyes had rolled back in my head, my back arched off the bed, my toes pointed so tightly.
When he finally stopped long enough to take off his pants, I tried to stand and fell back down onto the bed, giggling. He made sure I was steady, then I scooted back toward the top of the bed as he walked around the side, revealing then his throbbing hard cock to me.
Average in length, but so big around my fingers didn’t touch when I put my hand around him. I guided him into my mouth, stretching my lips open as wide as I could, only able to take in a bit more than his tip.
He moaned and threw his head back before pushing me away. He pulled himself onto the bed and began kissing me again and he explored my body. He moved between my legs, and I shuddered as he leaned down to lick and suck on my already aching pussy again.
He then moved up my body and said “I want to be inside you. Is that okay?” I nodded and said yes over and over. He hurriedly put on a condom and then positioned himself so his cock was aligned with my needy pussy.
He slid in the tip and rested before sliding all the way inside me. The feeling of being filled with a cock overwhelmed me. I wanted him to stay there. He slowly started pumping in and out as he teased my nipples with his fingers and mouth. He built up speed and then kissed me deeply as I started to cum. He kept going and moaned, telling me how good it felt when my pussy squeezed around him.
We came together. Hard.
He excused himself and came back with a towel and a bottle of water.
We rested for a few minutes before his hands were on me again…
I can’t remember how many times I climaxed. I just know it was over and over…to the point that I asked “how is this still happening?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11jmoh0/the_first_time_at_a_hotel
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