Room 203
Hot damn.
Could be two words to describe seeing M again.
Granted, I found it a little ironic and funny that I got to see him again. He made it clear that he can’t be a weekly meetup, which I understand completely. But I saw him a week after I met him, on St. Patrick’s Day.
He picked me up from my job. Then and there I just wanted him. As he was driving I did mention that it sucks his windows weren’t tinted so I can give him a bj.. As I said that, I placed my hand on his dick, which seemed to excite him as I feel him getting harder.
We make small conversation on the drive to the hotel.
Follow the stairs to get to our room.
Enter the room, and the lust just exploded.
I go in for a kiss, again, kissed his mustache, and we’re making out. He takes off my work shirt, I’m wearing a long, low cut white sleeve under, he just pulls my tits out. Grabbing them and kissing them, just embracing them nicely.
Granted, him enjoying my body made me have more confidence. Go me. Ahaha.