I’m in the city for work. You answered my r/randomactofblowjob post. We e-click (pun intended ;-)). We meet in public at the hotel bar, so that we both feel safe. You’re nervous. So am I. But we’re both relieved that we recogize each other from our pics. Sure, we both worked the angles and lighting a little bit, but it’s no bait and switch… A couple years back, I was once mistaken for Danillo Gallinari – I was sitting down. But I’m *only* 6’ tall. Athletically built. Boyish face. Scruffy beard. Glasses. If anything, I think you look better in real life. Cuter. Intriguing. You wear a playful sundress. Modest, but it highlights your figure. I noticed a tattoo peeking out from the hem. I ask if I can see it. Without a beat, you say, “maybe, if you play your cards right.” You blush at you own forwardness. I smile. You compliment me on my dimple. It’s now my turn to blush. We get a drink, exchange some banter. You make me laugh. You bite your lower lip. That’s all I need. I discreetly place a hand on your thigh. You take it and move it up higher. Without a word, I take your hand and lead you to the elevator. Door closes, DING. We’re at each other. Kissing passionately, hands wandering. DING. Someone else gets in. We jump apart. Double blush time. Elevator goes up. Stranger gets off. We laugh and ease into another, gentler kiss. DING. I lead you to the door, fumble for the card key, and drop it. You bend over, a bit tauntingly, and pick it up. I sneak a peak. You open the door. Now you take me by the hand and lead me to the bed. You simply tell me, “Sit.” I obey. You drop to your knees. You look up at me and smile. I’m nervous. You can tell. And you love it. It emboldens you. You unbuckle my belt. You order me, “Stand.” I do. You pull down my pants, along with my briefs. All in one. I spring out. Still fully clothed yourself, you giggle. You like what you see. Or at least I hope you do. I’m about 7” long. Almost 6’ girth. Neat, clean and trimmed. And by now, fully erect, throbbing as your eyes bounce between me and my hovering dick. All you say is “Now sit.” Again, I obey. You hands run up the inside of my thighs. You still haven’t touched me. You’re teasing me. Your fingernails trace my skin, sending a shiver up my legs. You tickle my balls. I twitch in anticipation. Then you grab me, you can barely wrap your hand around my entire shaft. You bring your lips tantilizing close to my head. You breathe on it. You take in a light musk. That scent that you secretly crave. Then you wrap your lips around my head. I groan in delight and throw my head back as you gently take me deep, then deeper. You start working my cock with your hand and mouth, jerking me off in a screwdriver motion, swirling your tongue around my head. I’m in ecstacy. Your free hand tugs on my balls, tickling them as you work on me faster and faster…….