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Was quite nervous to meet Rebecca but her website writing was intriguing and her photos fantastic. I contacted her and after a relatively painless screening and a warm, thoughtful email we arranged a date in my hotel.
I thought we would have to meet in the lobby because I knew she couldn’t come up the elevator without a key but she said she’ll handle it.
Exactly one minute before the appointed time, sitting on the hotel bed getting more and more nervous, the phone rang and I nearly pissed myself.
Just the front desk announcing my guest. And soon enough she was smiling at my door.
Oh my gosh that smile, the glimmer in her eye and the shimmy in her walk. She immediately put me at ease and was friendly and familiar.
Shorter than me and curvy just like her photos and absolutely enchanting.
“I’m going to take a quick shower” She declared.
Now the hotel room was small with only a mirror and sink between the shower and bed. So I sat on the bed stealing glances at her through the smoked glass and left a robe next to the towels. A few minutes later she stepped around the mirror in the robe, cleavage peaking, and sat on the bed.
We chatted for a few minutes very much like old friends. I was nervous and babbling and kept stealing glances at her, her leg pressed to mine, then a hand on my thigh, those eyes and that smile...at some point we stood so close and I finally leaned in for a kiss; like a damn breaking my fingers tangled in her hair and her hands pulled off my clothes. I asked sheepishly if I could undo her robe and unwrapped her like a gift.
We tumbled onto the bed and she was smouldering, at times panting, smiling, encouraging, voracious.
Her nipples hard between my lips and my hands on her wonderful ass I was intoxicated with her and we laughed and she rolled me over taking me in her hands and mouth. All the while those eyes, asking and encouraging and challenging and smiling up at me.
We spent two hours together that seemed all too short; at first halting and frantic and hungry, lust driving need and noise and joys, and then slower and more giggles, sighs and reprise, those eyes looking down at me from between her thighs.
So many wonderful moments I tried to drink and keep fresh:
The way she bends a knee when she stands, making that ass impossible to ignore. How she rolls her head sideways and back, struggling between gasping and smiling. The playful pleading breathy "don't stop" as she pulls on my arms and locks her legs around my waist. An accidental tickle, yet unfamiliar with her body, turned into an apologetic kiss, a forgive me caress, a need for more, imploring.
Standing hands braced on the window overlooking the night skyline, she beckons, a flick of the hair and a glimmer of eye over her shoulder as she turns to to tell me what she wants, no words just deeds needed, deep imploring turns animal, her hands on the glass my hands on her ass.
So many smiles, so much sweat, raucous laughter and cries and moans, silent kisses and cuddles, and too soon, too soon, I am utterly spent and grinning like a fool and our time is up.
A final flash of that stunning bottom, a kiss and a lingering hug, a sigh that says "too soon" and promises "again!", then that smile and those eyes as the hotel door closes and the only thing left is the sweet smell of her on the disheveled bed, ghost of a handprint on the window, a tiny hole in my heart, already missing her, and a grin on my face for when we meet again.
I thought we would have to meet in the lobby because I knew she couldn’t come up the elevator without a key but she said she’ll handle it.
Exactly one minute before the appointed time, sitting on the hotel bed getting more and more nervous, the phone rang and I nearly pissed myself.
Just the front desk announcing my guest. And soon enough she was smiling at my door.
Oh my gosh that smile, the glimmer in her eye and the shimmy in her walk. She immediately put me at ease and was friendly and familiar.
Shorter than me and curvy just like her photos and absolutely enchanting.
“I’m going to take a quick shower” She declared.
Now the hotel room was small with only a mirror and sink between the shower and bed. So I sat on the bed stealing glances at her through the smoked glass and left a robe next to the towels. A few minutes later she stepped around the mirror in the robe, cleavage peaking, and sat on the bed.
We chatted for a few minutes very much like old friends. I was nervous and babbling and kept stealing glances at her, her leg pressed to mine, then a hand on my thigh, those eyes and that smile...at some point we stood so close and I finally leaned in for a kiss; like a damn breaking my fingers tangled in her hair and her hands pulled off my clothes. I asked sheepishly if I could undo her robe and unwrapped her like a gift.
We tumbled onto the bed and she was smouldering, at times panting, smiling, encouraging, voracious.
Her nipples hard between my lips and my hands on her wonderful ass I was intoxicated with her and we laughed and she rolled me over taking me in her hands and mouth. All the while those eyes, asking and encouraging and challenging and smiling up at me.
We spent two hours together that seemed all too short; at first halting and frantic and hungry, lust driving need and noise and joys, and then slower and more giggles, sighs and reprise, those eyes looking down at me from between her thighs.
So many wonderful moments I tried to drink and keep fresh:
The way she bends a knee when she stands, making that ass impossible to ignore. How she rolls her head sideways and back, struggling between gasping and smiling. The playful pleading breathy "don't stop" as she pulls on my arms and locks her legs around my waist. An accidental tickle, yet unfamiliar with her body, turned into an apologetic kiss, a forgive me caress, a need for more, imploring.
Standing hands braced on the window overlooking the night skyline, she beckons, a flick of the hair and a glimmer of eye over her shoulder as she turns to to tell me what she wants, no words just deeds needed, deep imploring turns animal, her hands on the glass my hands on her ass.
So many smiles, so much sweat, raucous laughter and cries and moans, silent kisses and cuddles, and too soon, too soon, I am utterly spent and grinning like a fool and our time is up.
A final flash of that stunning bottom, a kiss and a lingering hug, a sigh that says "too soon" and promises "again!", then that smile and those eyes as the hotel door closes and the only thing left is the sweet smell of her on the disheveled bed, ghost of a handprint on the window, a tiny hole in my heart, already missing her, and a grin on my face for when we meet again.
