I knocked on the hotel room door like I had many times before. Different hotel. But the feeling was the same. I knew T would be opening it shortly. He’d stand behind the door and let me in, and when the door closed behind me I’d turn and see him standing there wearing only shorts. Or nothing. Seeing him for the first time was one of my favorite moments of each visit. Not my favorite moment, but it was still nice.
Normally, we met at his place or at a hotel in the next town over because it was safer for me, but the last few times we’d met at a hotel in town. That’s right. My husband and kids were at home just 4 miles from here across town and friends and neighbors were driving by on the busy street.
T was still careful, though. The driveway into the hotel was also the driveway for a popular local restaurant, so it wouldn’t be bad to be seen driving in. And he got a room in the back of the hotel, so the parking was totally private. I’d only be seen by the other people coming and going from those few rooms in the back. For a local hotel, it was a pretty good choice.
The door swung open and I walked in. He peeked his head around the door at me at smiled. I hurried in so he could close the door quickly. I dropped my purse by the table next to the door and turned to see him.
Naked. Nice. Very nice.
He stepped over to me and slid his arms around my waist. Just before he kissed me, he murmured, “Hi!”
I said, “Hi” back in between kisses.
I slid my hands over his shoulders, arms, and chest. Strong. T has an amazing upper body – my favorite in a man. Between his deep kisses and touching his solid shoulders and arms, I was already damp.
I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his tight ass. I could feel his cock hardening as it pressed against me.
“Miss me?” I asked. He just smiled.
I pulled away and walked over to my side of the bed. Interesting, even though we never shared a bed for more than a few hours, there was a definite “my side” and “his side.” I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been fucking someone pretty regularly for almost 18 months. You develop routines.
The routines we had developed were both comforting and disappointing. I liked knowing him well. I loved feeling comfortable enough to talk about just about anything, to be myself with him. But I’d be lying if I didn’t also admit that I missed the spontaneity a bit. I knew exactly what was going to happen. We’d make small talk while I undressed. Then we’d kiss some more. He’d finger me til I came for the first time, then he’d either eat me or fuck me. I’d blow him. We’d cuddle and talk a bit and then I’d blow him again. Sometimes the order varied, but the positions rarely did. It was starting to take on that familiar predictability of a long term relationship.
Except for one thing. The passion. Once we got started, it was hot. Just when I’d start to wish we could try something different, that fire between us would erupt and I wouldn’t think again until it was all over.
This time, though, I came prepared for a little bit of something different. I wore some brand new red thong panties. I’m not normally a white panty gal anyway, but I only have a few thongs so I thought maybe it was time for a new pair. Red ones. What’s sexier than red panties edged with lace?
I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off my pants. He was laying on the bed behind me, talking. He stopped mid-sentence and exclaimed, “Whoa! I like!” I felt his hands sliding along my lower back and behind as he felt the silk and lace – and me.
I smiled. Bingo. Got his attention. I pulled off my blouse and lacy bra quickly and turned to face him.
“You like it? Good. I hoped you would.”
I rolled over next to him, stretching my body out so as much of my body was touching as much of his body as possible, then I kissed him again. His hands we still on my ass, playing with the red panties. I slid my hand down his body and found his cock. Rock hard. I smiled into our kiss.
“I guess you really do like it,” I whispered.
“Oh yeah.” He put one hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair and holding me into his kiss. I felt it. That passion was rising quickly.
I pulled away suddenly and slid down the bed. I started licking on his cock slowly and looking up at him. There are only a few times when a woman has a man’s complete and undivided attention, and this was one of them. I took him into my mouth and started slowly suckling him. I’d already decided this was going to be a long one. I wanted to bring him to the edge and back him away from it several times. I wanted to control him completely. I wanted him to remember this one.
The good part about knowing someone so well is that I knew every inch of his cock. I knew exactly what he liked and what he didn’t, and I knew how to make him crazy and how to make him frustrated.
I was busy at work, so I wasn’t looking at him, but I could feel him watching me. He ran his fingers through my hair, then he petted my hair gently, then he started pulling my hair. He gathered my long hair into a pony tail and pulled up with his strong arms, like he was trying to pull me off him, but I struggled against him and sucked the tip of his cock while he pulled. That’s when it erupted in me.
As soon as he lightened his grip on my hair, I dove back down on his cock, pushing down til I could feel the head at the back of my throat and then pulling up to squeeze the tip with my lips and flick it with my tongue.
I could hear and feel his breathing quickening. He was going to come soon if I kept this up, so I stopped and I started to rub my wet lips along the outside of his cock. Up and down. Sucking on it like you might suck on a Popsicle from the side. Every second or third stroke, I’d take the tip into my mouth again, suckle for a moment and then go back to Popsicle approach. When I heard his breathing even out again, I went back to work again.
I took his whole member into my mouth and suckled it for a bit, then I started moving my mouth up and down slowly. He tugged at my hair gently. I moaned. By that point, I was so incredibly turned on that my red panties were very wet. I needed some attention. But I wasn’t finished yet.
He gasped and said, “Damn, it feels like you’re making love to my cock.”
“I am,” I said quickly between strokes.
I brought him to the edge a second time, and then backed off. Then a third. It was time.
I worked the tip like he likes best again, just like I did the time before when I didn’t let him come, but this time I just kept going.
He groaned loudly and held my head down as he came. I swallowed. Again. Again.
He finally released my head, and I pulled myself up and rolled over next to him. My panties were now soaked.
It was quiet for a minute or so. I like the silence that comes right after I know he’s been satisfied.
“Holy shit,” he said.
T’s a man of few words, but he didn’t need many. I knew he was happy.
The next thing I knew, he was sliding down the bed and those red panties were coming off…
To be continued….