Just over 2 months, that’s it, that’s all, no more and no less. Two of the longest months of my life, and I owe it all to one cheesy pick up line in a crowded chat room. Three little words making one pathetic request, “Bend over please?” Could that really have worked on me? I know that it got my blood boiling and I was going to put that mouthy Ass in his place. BUT yet again, I was floored. His attitude dominated me and put me in my place.
“Nobody tells me what to do!” that’s what he said anyways.
Sure that’s what he said, until I gave him a list of hurdles to pass before I would add him as a friend, and I put a big “or else” at the end. He had until midnight that night to fill in his profile and get an avatar, if not he would be faced with that “or else.”
He must have felt the same spark as me because he didn’t want to know what the “or else” might be. He obliged to all my requests and our journey together began with a burning hot bang, literally.
There have been too many nights of staying up until the crack of dawn, bringing each other to orgasm after orgasm. We found a sexual connection of the mind that is comparable to the best sex I’ve ever had. But this, this right here, what’s about to happen, this will be our ‘up of ups’, our craziest night, our top of the mountain moment… And he doesn’t even have a clue.
I pack up a single bag the night before, and it includes one change of clothes, a dress, a pair of heels, my make-up bag and the sexiest black nylons I own. “Pack light”, I keep telling myself as I squeeze another and another item into my already stuffed bag. In the morning I’ll shower and shave. The thought of being freshly shaved makes my hand wander momentarily between my legs, and I rub against my pajama bottoms. We talk all night, mostly about me, but I managed to find out his schedule, not a hard task as I basically know it already. We say our good byes and head off to bed. Tomorrow is a big day full of presentations for him and a long drive for me; actually it will be three hours and forty minutes from my door to the hotel, depending on traffic of course.
I awake with a jump in my step, ready to face the day and even the long gruelling drive. I leap out of bed and head straight for the shower, leaving a trail of pajamas on the floor behind me. I do my usual shower routine, wash my long red hair, my curvy body, and then shave. I pay special attention to shaving my lady bits because I know he will appreciate it. I step out of the shower and towel off, then blow dry my hair and do my make-up. Heading back into the bedroom I stop to admire myself in the full length mirror. I have the curves of a woman that has had a child, faint stretch marks across my abdomen and a thin scar running the length of my pelvis. My breast are a full double D cup, but still perky since I never breastfed. I know he has never had kids, I’m not going to lie but that it worries me that maybe he’ll be put off. Alas I can’t think of that now, there is only one way to find out.
I throw my bag in the backseat and find my favorite album, then I pop it in the cd player and start belting out tune after tune. Before I know it I’m pulling up to the hotel and in perfect timing. There were no accidents or detours so the traffic was smooth sailing the whole way. I left my house at 3:30pm on the dot and pulled up to the hotel right at 7:30pm. Not bad a first long trip for a new driver.
I park my car in visitors parking and slide in beside my bag in the backseat. I need to get changed and touch up my make-up. He should be arriving back at the hotel from dinner at exactly 8:00pm. I can’t exactly go to the front desk and ask for a key to his room, the back seat will have to do. I take out my dress, it’s red and has thin shoulder straps, so thin that I can’t hide a bra underneath it, I’ll have to go without. I take a look around and see no one, so I quickly pull the shirt over my head and unsnap my bra, letting it fall from my breasts and my nipples instantly harden. I slide the red satin over my head, and it slinks softly over my large perky breasts. My nipples are erect and are cutting through the fabric like diamonds through a gorgeous red stained glass window. I let my head falls back on the head rest for a moment as I take in the feeling of the fabric gliding over my breasts, and I caress my chest feeling the fabric slide over my skin.
I take another look out the car window, the coast is still clear, so I lift my bum and wiggle out of my jeans. I slip into my sheer black nylons, being extra careful not to put any runs in them. I pack my shirt, bra and jeans back into my bag. I then pull out my favorite red stilettos; they have a silver tipped toe and a six inch heel. I slide them on my feet and step out of the car, grabbing my make-up bag on the way. I move back into the front seat and use the mirror to fix up my make-up. I add a bright red lip stick to my lips and a few fake lashes to my eyes. I am getting wet with anticipation, and it is driving me wild knowing that tonight is finally the night.
I start the car to check the time, “Holy shit, it’s 7:55!” I pull the elastic out of my hair and let my long red curls drop down, cascading over my shoulders. I check in the mirror that my hair is in order and re-arrange a few strands until it is perfect. Within seconds the car if off, locked up and I’m heading towards the hotel. I make my way into the lobby and sit in an oversized leather chair that is facing the door. I’m trying to sit up as straight as possible, my legs are crossed and my hands are moving from fixing my hair to resting on my lap, again, and again.
Almost fifteen minutes pass and I start to get worried that maybe he snuck in while I was changing in the car, or maybe had to stay late and it pushed dinner back. I start to think I should go to the counter and ask if he had already passed though, surely they know him by now. I stand up with my eyes fixed on the desk, I’m determined to find him. As I walk over to the desk I hear the desk Clerk say “good evening Mr. Stark.”
My body turn involuntarily and I’m frozen, just staring at him as he walks through door. His eyes are glued to his phone until he is only a few meters from me. My nervous hands start the clench my dress by my thighs. When he finally looks up he stops dead in his tracks, a look on his face like he has seen a ghost. I smile warmly, trying to stay calm and barely achieve a “Hi Randy” through my lips.
“Jessica? “ He says in disbelief.
“What are you doing here, are you insane?” He says, looking at me sternly.
I can’t find the words to answer him. I knew he was going to ask and I have a million cocky answers but not a single one is forming behind my teeth. I almost tear up, there are too many emotions, is it possible he could really be that upset with me?
His touch falls softly on my shoulders, a finger from each of his hands slide under the straps of my dress for a moment, then down my arms to my hands and he takes them in his for the first time. I know in an instance that I am going to hell, his touch is like fire on my skin, I am burning for him under this dress.
“You should come to my room, I need to get changed and we can go for a drink and figure out how to get you home tonight.”
Of course he would say that, I know him all to well to expect something else. He can think what he likes, but I have other plans, and he has a weakness and it’s called ‘Jessica.’
We make it to the room and he leads me over to the couch, “you stay right here.” And me mockingly give him the “Yes, Sir” and then a giggle. He grabs a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from the hotel dresser and heads for the bathroom to get changed. I jump up as soon as the door closes and I say loudly for him to hear me “what happened to the open door policy on the bathroom?” of course no answer.
I turn off the main light in the room and leave only the light by the door on. I slip out of my shoes and climb on the bed, getting nice and comfy. Picking up the television remote on the nightstand I flick the TV onto the sports channel. The bed is so comfortable or it could just be that I had just spent four hours sitting in the car, either way it’s so nice. I place my hands on the bed and close my eyes, I run them along the blanket, finally feeling the bed where I’ve wanted to be so many nights.
A few minutes later he emerges from the bath room to find me making myself right at home. He looks at me, shakes his head and sternly and says.
“Don’t even think about it Jessica, you aren’t staying! You know the rules, you should have never come.”
“You are right, it was wrong of me, I shouldn’t have. I have been bad, very bad.” I say grinning.
“Put your shoes on, we aren’t staying here. I can’t have you in my hotel room.”
“I’m not going anywhere! I just got here and I’m a little tired, I need to relax for a few minutes.”
With that he walks over to the couch to sit down, then he slides his glasses off and rubs the bridge of his nose. He is clearly stressed out and most likely upset, I know the rules, we were to never meet, ever! His will has been stronger than mine from the beginning, there is no way I could’ve stayed away. There’s an awkward silence as I sit on the bed, my legs stretched out and just admiring him from afar. He doesn’t even want to look at me, I can’t really blame him, I broke the cardinal rule.
The more I watch him, the more I want him and the more I want him the braver I begin to feel. When he finally puts his glasses back on, he looks at me and I can see a faint smile forming in the corner of his perfectly shaped mouth. My mind wanders to our chats, how many times have I felt his lips pursed around my hard nipples? His lips were better than I could have ever pictured. The thought send an electric shiver into the deep of my nylon covered crotch. I can’t help but press my stocking covered legs together and rub them ever so slightly, feeling the toes of one foot slide across the top of the other and traveling up passed my ankle.
He watches me as a squirm on his bed and I think he is actually enjoying this. But I wonder just how far I can push his buttons. Straightening out my legs again I bend forward pretending to fix the toes of my nylons and then I run my hands back up my legs until they catch the hem of my already short mid-thigh dress. I let my hands continue until my dress in hiked up another 3 inches. Glancing at him I bite my painted, red lower lip, and he finally smiles back at me. I wiggle up against the headboard, letting it knock the right strap of my dress, so that it falls from my shoulder. I look at him again and bite my lip with a look hunger for his sex in my eyes.
He is starting to relax and sits back on the couch getting comfortable. One of his arms is laying on the arm rest and the other laying across the back of the couch. His feet move apart, spreading his legs sitting in a manly position. Then I get an idea! I also slightly spread my legs, not as much as his, but I smile as I do it and he knows exactly what I am thinking.
He begins to test the waters. He lifts his right hand from the arm rest and rubs it from the front to the back of his head, I copy but sliding my fingers through my hair. With the same hand he rubs down the side of his neck and then down his shoulder. I follow his lead, my hand releases my hair and travels down my neck and over my shoulder. As I do my hand slides the other strap off my shoulder and my dress is now barely staying slinked over my bra-less breasts.
I move to my knees now, sitting up in the middle of the bed, watching and waiting the next move. He doesn’t hesitate as he slides a finger into his mouth, wetting it. I do the same, sliding a finger past my bright red lips and brushing it across my warm pink tongue. He pulls his finger from his mouth and so do I, his hand slides into his shirt and to his nipple. I look at him unsure and he narrows his eyes and nods his head. That is enough for me and I slide my hand down the top of my dress and begin to rub and pinch my left nipple. It was just the encouragement my dress needed to completely drops from my breasts and lands around my widened hips.
Both of my hands immediately cup my breast, covering myself as I’m faced directly with my fear. Randy’s mouth curls upwards at the corner for only a second , then turns to a face of disappointment and he waves his finger at me. I know what he is thinking and I need to stick to the rules. I take a deep breath and I remove my hands letting my breast fall into place. My nipples harden instantly and stomach and chest become covered in goose bumps.
He stands up and walks over to the bed, leaning down he places his hands on the bed beside me and he whispers into my ear.
“My god Jessica, you are beautiful.”
He sinks his teeth into my earlobe, and I feel my heart explode. I turn my head with a jerk and press my lips to his, my hand reaching for his cheek and pulling him to me and my tongue forces its way into his mouth for the first time. We exchange a passionate kiss, my hands holding his face until he swats them away and puts his on mine. He breaks our kiss to lift my chin and his teeth find my collar bone as he lightly bites. His fingers entwine in my hair as he pulls my head back and runs his tongue slowly up my neck. Again and again he devours my throat, making me whimper in pleasure until he takes me by the hand and stands me up beside the bed facing him.
Before I can catch the words and stop myself I look into his eyes and say.
“I love you Randy, please take me! I’m begging you.” My words sound so desperate, as if I would die on the spot if he didn’t.
“Jessica hunny, I’ve told you before, you never have to beg me for anything.”
He kisses my cheek and turns me around, taking my hands and raising them over my head and holding them together with one of his. His other hand assists me in spreading my legs and then lands on my mid back firmly pushing me to bend over the side of the bed. He lets go of my hands and moves in closer, grinding his cock against my ass being sure I can feel every inch. Stepping back he takes a hold of my dress and slides it over my bum until it drops around my feet and I’m now only wearing my nylons and a red thong.
Randy’s hand covers my pussy, pressing my thong deep between the lips as he rubs my clit relentlessly. My hands grasp the hotel blanket, holding on tight as I moan out for his cock. I can’t take anymore teasing, I want what I came here for. He takes his hand away for my soaked through nylons, bends down and bites a small hole in the fabric between my pussy and my ass.
“I hope you aren’t partial to these nylons.” He says as he reaches two fingers in the hole he made and rips them wide open, exposing my thong saturated in my juices.
I gasp in shock that he just did that, I’m not partial to them but he hadn’t given me a second to even respond if I could.
I feel as a finger loops into the back of my thong, slowly pulling it from the crease of my ass and then as it escapes the deeps of my pussy lips. It is pulled to the side, far out of the way, leaving the opportunity for a single finger to travels through my cheeks, past my ass hole and to my wet swollen lips. Tracing my pussy once around with his finger, he teases me and asks if I want more. I only say “yes!”, I will not beg again.
He quickly pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the couch behind him, then he undoes the button and zipper on his jean shorts. I am so ready to feel him inside me, and my body is already slightly rocking back and forth, my pussy throbbing. He drops his shorts and boxers exposing his max hard cock, it’s nicely trimmed and is perfectly average sized, maybe five and a half inches. He immediately begins rubbing it back and forth along my lips, and teasing it hard and fast against my clit. I’m digging my nails into the mattress, my body aching to be entered.
Two hands grab my hips and pull me back until his tip is pressing against my hole with purpose. He pushes in, my lips being pulled inwards with his cock. He enters me in one long, slow push until his balls are resting against my clit. He holds himself inside me, feeling my pussy adjust to his size, my love canal twitching with muscle spasms. He grabs my hips and holds them tighter as he slowly pulls back. My lips accompanying his cock and leaving it wet as they slide along his length. He pulls out completely and puts two fingers inside my dripping pussy and presses hard on my g-spot as he slams his cock back in.
He fucks me hard this time, holding my pussy up with his cock and pressing down on my g-spot with his fingers, stretching me wide as he fucks me. Faster and faster his cock pumps in and out of me, he slides his fingers out and pounds my pussy. The force of his cock makes me fall forward on the bed and he climbs on top of me. My legs are together tight, making my pussy even tighter, as he straddles my thighs from behind. His hands part my cheeks making visible my pussy and my ass. He guides his cock back in my pussy and begins his assault again, keeping my cheeks spread so he can watch as he fills me.
I want this to last forever but I can’t hold it anymore as my body starts to reach that pinnacle point of pleasure right before an explosive orgasm. I’m moaning between screams and whimpering for more between moans. I scream out
“Don’t stop Randy, I’m going to cum…Fuck fuck fuck!.”
I lift my hips from the bed, slamming myself against his cock as hard as I can as my cum envelopes his shaft, seeping out around his cock and running down to his balls. My body is shaking, and my legs weaken as I fall back to my stomach.
He pulls out and runs his hand along my wet folds, grazing over my clit and making me jump and giggle from the sensitivity. He lays down beside me on his back and I inch over , lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart pumping fast. He closes his eyes and rests there silent until I ask
“Don’t you want to cum?”
He grins behind closed eyes and says.
“Of course I do hunny, but you aren’t going anywhere and we have all night so we must pace ourselves,.”
My heart melts, and so does my body into his as we drift off embraced in each other’s arms.
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