A guy we've met a couple times in the past messaged that he'd be in town last week. Unfortunately our kids' schedules just didn't align with meeting until the day he'd be flying home. He kept his hotel for a late checkout so I could come by to give him a nice sendoff.
I headed to his hotel without my husband. The plan/hope was that he'd get out of the office a little early to at least see part of the action I was about to experience. Our kids were at home, being watched by my parents, so I dressed normally in a simple blouse and jeans… jeans that were already getting a little damp with anticipation.
I walked by the front desk casually. It is a local hotel that we frequent for such rendezvous: I've seen the guy at the desk before, and I wonder how much he recognized me, or what he thought my situation was. Was I a businesswoman who came in for day trips and needed no real luggage? Or was I a high-class whore who entertained their guests? I hoped he thought the latter. Maybe it wasn't too far off, except I get paid in orgasms rather than cash.
Up the elevator and to his room, and I knocked. He greeted me with a big hug and a squeeze of my ass - hands on both cheeks - before pulling me in. I thanked him for inviting me over, and gave him a deep, French kiss to prove my gratitude. We groped one another, standing, me remembering his body from the last time I had felt it. When was that? Maybe a year ago?
He sat on the side of the bed and unbuttoned my jeans as I pulled off my shirt and unfastened my bra. He pulled me in, breathing in my sex and grabbing my ass cheeks, squeezing tightly. I pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top of his face so he could feel just how moist from anticipation I was. His tongue darted into me, lapping at my pussy entrance and flicking along my clit. I pulled his face into me, needing to be pleasured. He pulled off his shorts, releasing his cock, already throbbing. I reached back, tugging on in, feeling it harden even more if that were even possible.
I moved down, aiming his cock at my pussy entrance, and lowered myself onto it. It felt GOOD, my eyesight gave out a little as I slowly pushed down onto his erection. We stared at one another as I recovered from the initial penetration, then slowly moved up… then back down, never leaving his gaze. It had been a while since I'd been so alone with another man, so I savored the rare, one-on-one intimacy that I was experiencing.
I kept my cowgirl grind slow for several minutes, occasionally leaning down to brush my hair against his chest and face. Then I'd sit up to push him into me as deep as possible, grinding forward to rub my clit against him. He became more demanding, pushing his pelvis up into me. I came, holding onto his shoulders to keep my balance.
He moved from under me, and lay me flat on my stomach. He moved around me, pulling my butt up and placing a pillow under me. I felt exposed, my ass in the air with my sloppy pussy dripping onto the pillow. He fingered me, a little roughly, feeling my wetness and anticipating how it would feel sticking his cock back in from my backside. I didn't have to wait long, as he pushed into me from behind, burying his cock into me in the prone state.
His body collapsed onto me, cock still inside, and he kissed and bit my neck. It felt amazing: I'm tall, so a man that could stick me from behind and still make out with me was wonderful. I could feel his aggression, his need to push into me, to mark me as his. My whimpers only encouraged his actions, his nibbles on my neck and shoulder, his need to shove his dick in me as deep as possible.
With a need that was clearly rising, he turned me around, kissing me deeply as I found his erection and pointed it back to where I needed it, ready to feel him fuck in missionary. I wrapped my legs around him, tightly, not wanting his manhood to leave my body. He kept himself buried inside me, only a couple short thrusts occasionally as we held one another tightly, our mouths stuck together as our tongues danced around one another. I came, my moans muffled by his mouth, my pussy and lower body spasming all around him.
His own orgasm had built up, he pulled away from our kiss to stare at me as he grunted and grunted again as I felt his cock swell with each jet of cum being sprayed into me. I hadn't really come down from my climax, I was in bliss for several minutes.
He collapsed on me, a few short kisses as we enjoyed the afterglow.
Eventually he went to the bathroom to shower and clean up just as a knock came. My husband had arrived too late to see the sex act. But he could see the aftermath. I opened the door, naked, my body a mess from sweat, drool, and another man's semen all over my inner thighs.
He smiled and we embraced, door still open.
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