We had been talking for literal months. This person had reached out to me, perving in the right place at the right time.

She came across as very confident, knew what she liked, what she was looking for. I had (almost) any and all nerves put to bed the more we talked. She travels and wanted a play partner to come see while she was here. That sounded like music to my ears.

Eventually, thankfully, we met for a drink. Even in her coat, I liked what I saw. The height difference was spot on and she stared at me through her glasses the entire time we chatted. Admittedly it wasn’t long before it was a bee line for her hotel room.
It took all my restraint not to kiss her in the lift up to her room. Once we got there however, our lips met in a kiss months in the making.

In bed, our hands ran wild. A curvy goddess was what I pulled out of her dress, breasts as soft as they could be. Her hands wandered and I hardened to her touch, my curiosity finding her dripping wet at the merest of touches.

Between kisses, she’s begging me for more so I tell her to roll on to her back. She rolls and I’m moving, my head now between her legs. I’m not going anything fancy but I feel her whole body arch in response to my tongue making contact. As I mix up my movements, a thought for those in the rooms around us crosses my mind. She’s noisy. Just the way I like it.

Her fingers run through my hair and she whispers something to the effect of “I want you inside me”. I lift my head up and say “you’ve gotta get me ready first”.

Her lips are just what I needed to feel as my shaft disappears into her mouth for the first time. I’m already hard as can be but it almost feels like she could do more. She doesn’t wait long before looking at me and telling me she wants to be fucked. I respond “are you missing something?”

Her eyes lock with mine and she says “please”.
I have her underneath me as she guides me in and I can feel her squeezing as I enter. Her moans have reached another level as I find my rhythm. We stay like this for ages, to the point where a hip flexor starts to cramp. I laugh it off and tell her to bend over and face the mirrors.

I slide in, standing behind her and hold her head up so she can see herself get fucked in the mirrors. I can see the way she shakes and moves with my movements, becoming ever more grateful that I wasn’t responsible for changing the sheets.

I take my time here, making sure to experiment with my rhythm and depth, finding her spots and what gets the best reaction from her. All the while, red hand prints begin to show on her ass. Not sure how those got there but I can make out my fingers clearly and she almost laughs with delight every time my hands come down.

Eventually we switch it up again and I’m on top, her head off the edge of the bed. She’s loving watching herself get railed and I’m all too happy to oblige. We keep going, my rhythm solid and loving how she feels under me, squirming and moaning.

Eventually the hip flexor starts cramping again and that’s my cue. I slow down and say “shower?” She nods, I slip out and we eventually make our way over. The waters warm and she’s pressed up against me. She kisses me under the water and the rest of the evening melts away….