The trade show was over. Long Beach had been a blast. Who knew there was so much fun to be had once I lost the shy, quiet me? Oh my, oh my...the sexy stories I can tell. I cannot wait to see what possibilities await in the land of surf and sea. So, San Diego, here I cum! Well, fingers crossed at least.

At the rental desk I waited patiently while the associate helped the man in front of me.  He kept glancing at me and smiling, then glancing again.  "I'll be with you in just a minute."

Laughing, I shook my head slightly, "Now don't be making promises you don't intend to keep."  The man at the counter turned and we all shared a smile as he was finally given directions to his car and I stepped to the counter.

"I could keep the promise except for the minute clause.  I don't do anything that just takes a minute."  He grinned at me and I could feel the blush creeping into my cheeks.  Damn it...just when I start to feel the sophisticate my silly blushing gives me away.  To make it worse he called me on it.  "Aww lovely lady, no blushing yet...I didn't give my thoughts away now did I?"  

I willed myself to get over the sudden fit of shyness and smiled a bit harder giving my hair a bit of a toss.  "See, that's the problem...the mind reading...not many people can tell.  But you've already found me out.  Too bad I can't explore you, I mean your mind a bit more but I have a hotel to catch.  My room won't wait for me forever you know."

Settling into an easy flirtatious bit of banter, the sexy clerk printed out paperwork and showed me where to sign while making harmless remarks that gave us both something to smile about.  Flirting is underrated in my opinion.  In no time at all I walked out of the office with keys to a free upgrade of a sexy little car that fit perfectly with my sexy little mood. I waved buh-bye to the heat of LA and headed down Highway 1, singing and smiling and feeling lucky to be right here, right now, with nothing but the unknown for four bliss-filled days. If life is what you make it “my life will be bee-u-tee-full.”

Southern California is my meant-to-be, my home away from home, but somehow I had never made it all the way down to the border. As I saw San Diego approach I was giddy with anticipation. I kept squirming in my seat, grinning from ear to ear. My enthusiasm must have been magnetic because I noticed drivers and passengers glancing my way as I sped by (I’m a bit of a speed demon-probably not surprising). I won a few smiles and winks, each one adding to my joie de vivre.

I pulled up at Hotel Paloma and gathered my things beside me on the seat while the valet opened my door. Glancing up, and then glancing back again, I was looking into the bright, sexy blue eyes of a young surfer-turned-valet. I grinned when I saw him discreetly, but definitely, give me a quick once over as he welcomed me to the hotel. My confidence grew and I couldn’t help but give him one of my best smiles. He didn’t stutter or stammer like some men will.  He just grinned sexily back and said, “Welcome to the Paloma. I see the hotel is lucky to have you. Here I hadn’t wanted to work the holiday weekend. Obviously, everything happens for a reason.”

I laughed at his compliment and thanked him for saying so. He offered his hand and I accepted as I slid out of the car. I guess it was a slow time to check in as I’ve never had more help with my two bags of luggage in my life. All four valets were there to assist. It was a little dizzying to be honest. I just smiled and tipped them all. Their flattery was worth more than the little bit of cash I spent. I can tell when people are genuine and I sensed sincerity.

Entering the hotel I couldn’t contain my grin. I felt a bit of a MILF after the valet scene outside. And I pinched myself invisibly when the sophisticated front-desk clerk glanced up politely, then watched as his smile and glance intensified as I walked closer. I’m just a small town girl raised by a single mother who taught me all the right ways to do all the right things. That’s my backbone and I’m proud of it. But that shy young girl wouldn’t be striding into this high-end boutique hotel with a couple of bellboys trailing my ass-steps and the handsome 40-something clerk unconsciously straightening his cuffs and his tie, making sure “He!” is approachable as I drew nearer. “Katie girl, you’ve come a long way baby!” I thought, and smiled warmly, finally completing the long walk in my high heels to the front desk.

The front-desk clerk was a true professional though and not flirty in the slightest. Yet there was just that certain something that made me wonder how he would’ve acted had he not been on someone’s payroll. I was checking in quite late. He asked a few questions about my preferences for the evening and then recommended some possibilities for a nice bite to eat and a quality cocktail. I decided to freshen up in my room and then walk a few blocks away to his top recommendation where I could eat a little, have a quiet drink and go back to my room to rest for the start of the days ahead.

The pub was dark and quiet. The Gaslamp district was starting to come alive outside those doors, and this quiet place must not have been the right atmosphere to see and be seen. But it was perfect for me after the exhilaration of the day. The calm and quiet, moderately good food and lovely drink were exactly the ticket. I raised my glass silently in my head to the man at the front desk and made a mental note to thank him for sending me to the perfect place. God, I love it when people are good at what they do!

After paying my ticket I left the restaurant. The streets were busier than when I had gone in and I merged with the sophisticated, laughing crowd of club-goers who were obviously on their way out. I fit in I suppose, but my head wasn’t in that game at the moment, as I had already decided my happily quiet and lonely fate for the night. With no particular interest, I noticed a young man standing against the building across the street from the restaurant as I was leaving. He was young, tall, and cute enough, but nothing else really caught my notice as I prepared to walk past.

“Hi,” he said, and leaned out to brush my arm gently. I paused for a moment and looked back, still no recognition changing the quiet question mark on my face. He smiled, surprisingly confident for such a young man. “You don’t remember me.” His wasn’t a question, as I obviously had no recollection of seeing him before. “I was one of the bellboys at the Paloma when you checked in.” Vaguely, I recollected him standing quietly aside as I checked in and while the desk clerk was giving me restaurant recommendations. He didn’t bring my bags to my room so I hadn’t had any interaction with him before except perhaps a generic exchange of polite smiles.

“Oh, yes,” I smiled at him kindly. “What a great memory! It’s nice to see you.” My smile dimmed a bit and I prepared to wish him a good night.

But he interrupted my unspoken thought. “I heard you say that you were coming here to eat. So, after my shift ended I decided to come over here and wait for you to come out.” He finished and waited for me to process, still confident, still relaxed, and still acting like it was the most natural thing in the world for us to be having this conversation.

I was a little stunned. Okay, a lot stunned. And I processed everything from trepidation, to flattery, to concern, to worry, to slight fear and finally back to simple curiosity. “Okay, but, ummm, why?” This wasn’t the sophisticated woman about town asking. This was the shy, quiet girl who was always surprised when someone found her attractive. I recognized her in me, said an internal hello, and sat back to let her have this conversation. She’s my quiet voice of reason. My center when vivacious Katie is putting herself at the edge of jeopardy.

“Why?” He laughed. “Well, you’re alone. You’re beautiful. And, you said your plan was to just go back to your room after you ate dinner. That’s a crime where I’m from. Well, at least a misdemeanor. Didn’t you say this was your first time in San Diego?”

He waited for my answer, still very relaxed and quietly confident. His lack of bravado and flirting somehow convinced me that he was sincere; being a genuinely nice guy, and it gave me the feeling that I had absolutely nothing to fear. I felt realness from him and it brought out the realness in me; somewhere between shy quiet me and, the confident, sexy, 'Katie definitely did' kind of me. I gave him a real smile and an honest opinion.

“Well, thank you, that is very sweet. But, I’m okay. I’ve had a long week in Long Beach. One quiet night won’t kill me.” I was still ready to move on but he kept talking.

“Well, maybe it won’t kill you, but it will kill me. I’ve been standing out here for almost thirty minutes waiting for you to walk out that door. I obviously can’t take you out to dinner but I’d love to take you somewhere. Will you walk with me and we can see what you’d like to do?”

I tend to analyze things when I’m unsure. Although I like spontaneity, I also want to make the best choice in each situation. My mind was buzzing. He was obviously very young. Why the interest in me when I’m so much older?…Why would he wait all of that time for me?...What would we possibly find in common to talk about?...What if he’s a stalker type?...Aren’t I tired?...Do I really want to go back to my hotel and sleep?…So many thoughts.

But, another group passed by laughing, loud music spilled out of a club as the door opened, and all of a sudden I picked up the energy of the night and people around me. I thought, “What the heck am I thinking about? Just go, have fun and see what happens next.” So, I flipped the switch to 'On' in my brain, smiled and said, “Well, it is very nice of you to wait for me. I’m flattered. And, you’re right. Why waste a night? Sleep can wait until later.”

We turned and joined the crowds of people until we got to a club with a line of well-dressed young adults lined up outside. He told me this place was great and asked if I like to dance. I don’t just like to dance. I love to dance. You almost could say I live to dance. As we learned bits about each other and chatted about his studies (his name was Mike and he was in medical school), I could feel the music pulsing through my bloodstream. My hips started to move in that easy way they do. He looked at me and smiled. “You’re really starting to enjoy yourself aren’t you? Hope you’re glad to be here and don't secretly feel you've been dragged here against your will.”

I shook my head and said “Absolutely not! This is the nicest surprise really. Thank you for the invite. To think if I had my way I would’ve been sleeping right now.” Our turn at the door came right then and after a quick flash of ID (which I looove by the way) we walked into the sea of beautiful people and headed for the bar.

Drinks in hand we turned to the dance floor. I had to dance and couldn’t wait. Evidently neither could he and he took my hand and led me right to the floor. I didn’t want to be in the middle of the steamy, crowded, throbbing, living, breathing organism which was the dance floor. I started dancing at the edge of the crowd, letting the music take me. I’ve studied belly dance, Latin dance, hip hop and more. So, I tend to use my own combination of hip movements, twerks, pulses and arm movements to communicate how the music is making me feel. I could care less what other people think. Dancing is selfish. It’s not about giving. It’s about taking. It’s so visceral. But I love it when people watch and enjoy. I suppose it appeals to the exhibitionist in me. I always let them watch. And love it even more when I can tell they enjoy.

As I danced with my young friend I could see his face light up when he realized though I may have been reserved during our chat, there was nothing inhibited about my dancing. I couldn't help but become a bit sexier after I glanced back at the sexy blond bouncer monitoring the floor, and he gave me the classic head nod up, conveying not a polite hello, but a sexy nod of approval…mmm. I smiled my thank you. But then I turned back to my new friend. I’m never rude, ever.

My drink was gone in a flash so both hands were free. He danced closer. I closed my eyes as I let him pull me into him. I may have been able to resist him but I couldn’t resist that pulsing beat. That and his sexy smile and cute young self all added up to an irresistible package. I’ve never been very good at self-denial. And tonight was proving to be true to my usual course. In my mind, I’m a strong woman. But, in reality, I find my true strength in my moments of weakness.

He whispered something in my ear and I couldn’t hear a word. But it didn’t matter. Whatever he said was lost in the breath on the shell of my ear. But the message still came through clearly. His hands tightened around my waist and my arms crept up around his neck. His mouth whispered over my neck and I felt wetness gather between my legs. He moved his hands a little lower and pulled me to him. I could feel he was hard, and I couldn’t resist pressing back into him. I could feel someone staring at me and I looked back up and over into the eyes of the sexy blond bouncer. He smirked at me and winked. He did that nod up again, and then tried to look all serious and professional. But I know he kept sneaking peeks.  Yummy, that made it even hotter.

I turned my attention back to my lovely young stalker. “I hope this one goes far in life,” I thought. He is charming, intelligent and knows how to go after what he wants. I was oddly proud of him. I almost felt maternal. At least until I felt his hard cock press against my clit again. Mmmm…maybe not so maternal after all. He kept staring at my lips. I could see his mouth moving while speaking lovely compliments. And the look in his eyes was making my clit burn and throb.

He moved in closer for a kiss and I was surprised by how soft and sweet it felt when his lips brushed mine. He pulled on my lower lip briefly and lightly licked inside the center of my upper lip. I sighed into his mouth and he pulled back then moved in again slowly to nip at my lower lip. Soothing the light nip with his tongue and finally sliding his tongue confidently between my parted lips to touch my own. Lightly stroking and sliding as his hips ground against my soft belly. I moaned softly as he kissed me so hard he was dipping me backwards while taking my mouth and possessing my mind. I didn’t care who witnessed us. I even heard a couple faint “woo-hoos.” I was dripping wet and all of a sudden ready for anything and everything the young night would still bring.

Another song came on and he asked if I wanted to get another drink. I was a bit dazed and already more than a little drunk on sexy soft kisses and the feel of his hard young body against mine. I wanted the mental freedom that another drink would bring so I said yes. This time when he led me to the bar, it was a longer journey due to the intermittent kisses that he gave me as we went.

We danced and chatted and drank delicious drinks. Before I knew it they were calling last call and we walked out into the freshness of the night air so ready for more of “more” that we could barely keep our hands off of each other. We wandered the streets for a while laughing and chatting and kissing still enjoying just the heady feeling of being out and being together. A pair of couples walked by us right after yet another kiss and one of the guys stopped and turned around. “Hey!” he said as we both looked up from the kiss to see what he wanted. “You guys are a great looking couple. Get married and have gorgeous babies. And tell them they owe it all to me”. I laughed and he laughed. It was funny how connected you can be to someone you know in your heart you’ll never see again.

Mike turned back to me and he didn’t say anything-- just smiled. He gently stroked his thumb over my cheek. “I am so glad that I waited for you tonight. This has been the best night I’ve had in a long time. I would love to be with you when you wake up this morning. But, I can’t go back to the hotel with you. I’d be fired. And, my house is more than 45 minutes away. What would you like to do?”

I looked at him and knew that calling it a night right then wasn’t an option. I scanned the area. Last call was now some time ago and people evidently had mostly found their way back to their homes. The night was quiet; but there in the city center not private. A large parking garage caught my attention across the street. “Come on sweetie. Let’s see what’s up here.”

We ran across the street and I felt like a kid again. It was about six stories tall but the elevator would only open with a password. So we ran up the six flights to the top. It was quiet and private. And there was a balcony of sorts running along the top of the garage. There was a portion of concrete wall that we could duck behind, forming a little nook to do whatever it was we wanted. We were visible from our waist up to anyone who cared to look up, or look over. The dark windows of an office building across the street stared back at me. I idly wondered if there was some lonely security guard who might get some unexpected entertainment tonight.

I felt him grab my hips and come up behind me. We were both still breathing hard from the six story run. But it just made it hotter somehow. “God you feel so good,” he whispered, running his hands around my stomach and to just under my breasts. I put my hands on the ledge in front of us and pushed my hips slightly back into his. I heard him gasp and he pulled me more tightly against him. “I haven’t been this turned on in a long time. My God, Katie, what are you doing to me?”

He nuzzled my neck and sucked lightly at the soft skin under my ear. Then lower. And lower again. I turned to face him, and kissed him back really deep and really slow. The sucking and pulling and pushing our mouths were doing reminding me of how other parts of our bodies will suck and pull and push at each other tonight.

“I’m not doing anything really. It’s just us,” I say kissing his sexy mouth. His hands moved up to my breasts and kneaded them slowly. He watched my reaction and when I sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled at my nipples he did it again; then again and again. He kept kissing me hotly in between tugs and pulls and pinches. I moaned into his mouth loving the way he knew how to take his time. This was not at all the urgent quick fumbling of so many men under thirty or some men over thirty for that matter.

He started unbuttoning my shirt. I leaned back on my elbows and let him. My lacy bra came into view and my nipples were poking out clearly through the sheer lace. He whispered something about perfect nipples. I didn’t quite hear and didn’t really care as his mouth covered one of them, sucking and pulling and biting. It was so good that I almost came right there. My body bowed and my pussy flooded.

While his mouth worked magic on one nipple and then the other, he whispered sweet, sexy compliments over my skin. His hand slipped down between my skin and my waistband. “I want this off of you Katie. I need to see more.” I whispered my yes and I felt my skirt unzip. He could’ve lifted it but I liked the idea of having nowhere to hide if anyone walked into our little concrete hideaway. The brief thought made me feel even more ready to lose control. I felt my skirt slip down my legs and drift to my feet. He stepped back and just looked at me standing there in my sheer black lace bra and panties, garters and stockings. I always dress in lingerie when I wear a skirt or dress. I feel so much sexier, even if nobody else is supposed to see.

He was able to see though. It’s been a long time since anyone had looked at me with such reverence.

He ran his hands up my sensitive thighs. I gasped when he brushed the crease in my legs where my thighs met my soft outer edges of my pussy lips. I’m so ticklish there it’s almost painful. I jerked and he moved his hand closer to my slit. “I can already see how wet you are,” he whispered quietly. He stroked his finger up and down, pulling more wetness from the seam, and spreading it over my lips so he could see it sparkle in the overhead light. He leaned forward to lick it away, and I spread my legs a little further to give him the room he wanted. He started licking at me and lapping at me. I could feel my burning clit harden under his flickering tongue. His finger was still skating around in my juicy slit and I gasped as he pushed it deep into my pussy while sucking on my clit.

My gasp echoed through the quiet night air and I became a little more conscious of the need to stay quiet. Being silent when being fucked has never been easy for me. But I also don’t want to get arrested while cheating on my husband 2,000 miles from home. Not a great way to begin a vacation. So I managed to keep my moans to myself as he quickly fingered my tight pussy, adding a second finger to drive me closer to crazy.

I could hear the sloppy squelching of his fingers working inside of me, and as he started flicking steadily back and forth, I raised on my tiptoes, my hips pushing my clit harder into his mouth. The slight extra frictionwas all I needed and I spasmed hard around his pistoning finger. I clamped my hand around my mouth and came hard and silently (well, for me) into his. He swallowed and licked and kept working my pussy like he knew my body from before. One orgasm is never enough for me and he seemed to know I still needed more.

Still on my tippy-toes, my whole body tight and poised to cum again, he pushed a third finger inside of me and shook his mouth and head back and forth against my clit. The tension built until it felt as if a grenade exploded inside my body. Shards of sensation pierced my flesh, my leg jerking up as I grabbed my knee with my hand and pulled it wide, fully opening my pussy to his sucking, licking, orgasm-inducing mouth.  I yelped and yipped my little nono's as I flooded his mouth with my cum.

He kept finger-fucking my pussy and I came again. Not so hard this time, but this boy was hardly even trying right then. He was just helping me to slowly come down from the high. He looked up at me and grinned, his face all wet. “God, Katie, can we do that again?” he laughed.

I pulled up at him and he lifted to his feet and kissed me hard and deep. Somehow he had kept one hand free when he was down there and had unbuttoned his trousers. I reached between our bodies and slipped my hand down his boxers feeling his satiny, hard, hot cock that felt huge and thick, and eager to meet my greedy pussy.

His hands came up to cup my face and he kissed me deeper, groaning as I stroked his cock. I could feel a bead of pre-cum under my thumb and I slowly spread it around his huge dick. I felt my pussy pulse and a drizzle of pussy juices left my center and trailed down my leg. I laughed into his mouth, “Damn, boy! You are making my pussy drool!”

He was past laughing and just groaned into my mouth. “God girl, you make me so hard,” he whispered.

I pushed at his chest and our lips parted. I walked him back the couple of feet till he was backed against the concrete wall. I reached up and sucked at his neck. Biting lightly and then softly sucking at his soft ear lobe. My hands were working on his shirt. I needed skin and became more impatient as I had to work at unbuttoning all of those buttons. It took a lifetime. Finally, the last button came free and I pushed his shirt wide, running my hands up and down his warm smooth chest. He had those sexy little divots up and down his abs for my fingers and tongue to explore. I kissed down his chest, licking and nipping as his hands threaded in and out of my hair.

I looked up at him as I lowered myself to a squatting position. No way was I scraping up my knees on the rough concrete floor. I balanced myself by gripping his thighs and breathed against his cock for a moment. It jerked and tapped at my lips.  He groaned, breathless already as his fists tightened, and I knew I couldn’t make him wait a moment more. I reached out and very delicately licked the pre-cum off his cock as I looked up at him, watching him watch me.  I pulled back a bit and he slightly thrust his hips towards my licking mouth.  I could feel the iron control he was exercising to not grab my hair and push his dick hard and deep. But he didn’t. He let me continue torturing him with delicate licks and sucks. Tonguing him and gliding my lips over and around that beautifully helmeted cock, pulsing under my lips, sucking him without sucking. French kissing his velvety head as he kept feeding me his pre-cum. Mmmm... he was so delicious.

His cock was pointed straight up and I angled my head down and wrapped my lips around his thick shaft. Tightening my wet lips around him as I let my mouth sink down slowly over his cock, I drooled over him on the way down. When I reached the bottom I tightened my lips and sucked on the way back up, my little tongue swirling the underside of his cock as I made my way back to home base. When I came back to the top, my lips catching on that ridge of skin around his head, I flicked my tongue at that delicious dimple and he groaned, “Oh my God, this is the best this has ever felt.”

I pulled away with my wet lips and a little bit of drool at the corner, smiled and said, “Thank you.”

He moaned and this time grabbed my head and pushed into my hot mouth. “Please don’t tease me baby, I’m going to explode.” I took mercy on the boy and swallowed him into my mouth and throat, gagging a little as he bumped against the back of the tight hole at the opening of my throat. I pulled back and sucked again.

He grabbed my hair and started thrusting back and forth into my mouth. “Yes!” I thought. I love to push a man to the point where they lose all control. I sucked and flicked my tongue and tightened my lips, my other hand reaching under his cock and started massaging his balls. He started going faster in and out of my mouth. Over and over he and his cock fucked at my face, his balls slapping lightly against my chin. He started picking up the pace and I sucked harder and made my lips tighter. I heard him groan and with a little jerk of my head I pulled back before he reached the point of no return. I licked him lightly to soothe any hurt feelings. “Wait baby,” I whispered, “Wait…,” and I blew a cool stream of air up and down his cock watching him jump and jerk. With that I returned to my open mouth sucking and licking, my hand fisting his cock at the base and pumping up and down his slippery shaft. His cum hole fed me a continuous stream of precum. Mmmm… deliciousness!

I licked back down his shaft, now exhaling hot breath as I went, looking up at his face that was intently watching my every move. When I reached his balls I flattened my tongue and licked, laved, then licked again. His eyes closed and I pulled my head away. “Watch me baby,” I whispered. “I like it when I know I’m being watched”.

“Fuck,” he growled. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck that’s so hot!” I smiled sweetly against his balls and then opened my mouth wider to suck one inside running my tongue up and down them the whole time. He didn’t take his eyes off of me. I moaned and he groaned and I opened my mouth to suck more of him into my mouth, my hand still stroking his wet, drippy cock the whole time. I sucked him gently, my tongue massaging his balls and I could feel his balls swell and get harder and tighter, his body producing more cum that I knew I would swallow away soon.

I gently released his balls from my mouth and swallowed his cock again. He held my hair tight and said “Don’t you dare take your mouth off my cock again.” I nodded my head in agreement and then the fun began. His hips shot forward choking me on his cock but he didn’t stay long enough for me to suffer. I sucked as he withdrew and prepared to get the face fucking I deserved for teasing him like he had never been teased before.

He kept pushing his cock past my lips and I teased him with my tongue as my lips stayed tightly clamped around him. My hand moved in tandem with his hips and I tightened my fist even more. “Fuck!” he gasped, as he bent over my head, forcing my head back as his hips pounded his cock meat deep into my throat over and over and over again. Tears started streaming from my face as my throat fought against gagging, tightening around him with every invasion. I wouldn’t stop sucking. This was a personal challenge to make him cum harder than he ever had before.

I gripped his thigh tightly with my free hand as I struggled to stay upright, his weight threatening to push me back on my ass to the ground. My other hand used his cock for leverage. His hips were a blur and I gurgled around his cock my mind chanting, "Cum baby, cum baby, cum."  He swelled even larger, his cock throbbing and jerking as he rubbed the back of my throat.  He pulled my head in towards him harder so my nose was pressed into the skin above his cock. I could barely breathe but fought to take it.

I wanted to give us both this fantastic face fuck memory and I knew he was close. I started this purring thing I do in the back of my throat when I’m really turned on. His hands tightened in my hair and he cried out “Katieee… ,” as I felt the first spurt of cum rocket into the back of my throat. He slammed his hips into my mouth, his balls still slapping my chin as his cum filled my throat, and I swallowed greedily, milking that sexy cock of his from deep inside. “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” he cried as he kept jerking and cumming. I didn’t think this boy would ever quit. I was dripping like crazy and almost came myself just from feeling his intensity.

Finally, he stopped jerking and relaxed his grip on my hair, leaning back against the wall. I released his cock with a soft pop, his cock all foamy and dripping with his cum and my mouth juices. “Wow”, I said softly and pushed against his thighs to stand up just then realizing how much my own thighs were burning. As I stood up he pulled me to him and held me tight, his face buried in my hair as his heavy breathing filled my ear. “Fuck, baby. Jesus! What in the hell did you do to me?”

I giggled softly and said, “Whatever it was I’m soooo glad I did.” He started running his hands up and down my back holding me tightly. His lips kissing at my ear, my jaw, and finally back up to my lips. He took my mouth with an almost reverence, as his hands slipped lower and started massaging my ass. “Mmmm Mike, feels so good,” I whispered, as his hands ran over my ass, still exposed despite my garter belt and my thong. I felt him sliding my thong down past my hips and I asked, “What are you doing?”

He laughed again and said, “Why my fantastic fucking girl, I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to die if I’m not inside of you within thirty seconds.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered, ”Oh my God I love twenty-somethings.” He laughed and kissed me again but this time dipped his fingers into the wetness between my legs. He wasted no time in finger fucking me back to a panting, needing, wanton woman. He released me from his hold and turned me around so we were both facing the ledge.

“Put your hands on the ledge Katie. Don’t you dare move them unless I tell you to.” He was teasing my pussy by now with his still rock hard cock (I couldn’t believe it either). Before I could agree, he pushed his hips forward, burying his cock in my throbbing pussy.

I gasped and arched my back, pushing my hips up, opening my pussy to him to invade me even deeper. He was tall (and alas I am not) so I went up on my tippy-toes to better line up with his cock. And that was the last thing I could do. He started rocketing back and forth in my pussy, his hips pounding against my ass. The slap of wet skin filled the air on the deserted street. With the echo it was hard to tell where it was coming from unless somebody looked up.

I tightened around him as he filled my pussy with hard young cock. I hadn’t had that in years, maybe ever. Not like this at least. He was gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d be bruised, but I didn’t care. Nothing and nobody was going to interrupt this man, especially not me. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs, wetting the top of my stockings. His hand reached around to rub at my clit. I was so close to cumming. He slammed into me super hard once, then again, then again. He was hitting my cervix, feeding me some pain with my pleasure, and I pushed back harder. My pussy clenched tighter around his cock, attempting to squeeze all of his cum from him into my aching cunt.

I bore down on his cock and that’s all it took. I exploded from somewhere deep within my center and cried out with the force of my orgasm. He slapped a hand around my mouth and groaned, the vibration rippling on the edge of my ear as he could feel my pussy walls spasming and clenching and sucking at his cock. He kept fucking me hard, making deep sexy sounds of satisfaction. I came and came and as he kept pistoning his cock inside me and arched my back further, sucking him deeper into my hot, wet cunt. I firmed up my arms still braced against the wall and he changed his angle so he kept directly rubbing over, and on, and into my g-spot. Over and over, pulsing and rubbing, I pushed against him as I came again.

Practically out of body, I squirted all over his cock, and all over his shorts. I couldn’t stop as he kept fucking me. I bit at his hand over my mouth, gasping and fighting a scream.  I couldn't breathe.  He moved his hand back and grabbed a fistful of my hair instead, yanking my head up.  I kept crying out now with each new hard fuck. Concern over being heard was gone, and I couldn’t have been quiet for all the money in the world. I was almost crying now as he grabbed me by my hips and pulled my feet off the ground, still fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. My arms gave out and my head sank down to rest on top of my hands that were being scraped back and forth on the rough concrete with each hard, heavy thrust and retreat. My pussy wept while being plundered by this incredibly talented dick and my breasts came loose from my flimsy bra and were rocking back and forth with each thrust in my red-hot center.

He was like a machine and I couldn’t stop cumming… once, twice, three, four times. He reminded me of a living, breathing, hot, wet Sybian machine. I was past my little screams and a deep moan sounded continually out of my throat until finally he roared out a groan that the whole city heard.  Hs whole body tightened and he pushed into me harder and jerkier, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, and with each thrust he groaned out, “Fuk, fuk, fuk, fuk, fuk.” He swelled inside of me and I felt an explosion of warm liquid spurting deep in my pussy. “Aaghh Katie, ohhh God, ohhh fukkkk,” he cried out over and over as he pulsed loads of cum deep inside of me. I could feel it streaming down my legs. I looked down and saw it fall in rivulets and form cummy puddles on the concrete floor under my pussy, streaming down from my overflowing cunt.

He collapsed on top of me, our bodies still jerking and twitching as I locked my legs to support my weight and a little of his. His hand was running absently up and down my bare hip as he tried to calm me, or maybe calm himself. Under his breath he kept whispering, “Oh my God Katie. Fucking hell. Oh my God...  ”

I was shaking myself and whispered back, “I know baby, God I know…Oh baby, baby. What was that?” still in awe of what we had just experienced.

Slowly we came back to ourselves. He raised himself up off of me and kissed the back of my neck. He helped me stand upright and I wobbled against him. Turning me back into his arms he kissed me hard and deep. Then he changed the kiss and made it slower and sweeter. My heartbeat was still raised but not bursting out of my chest. “Wow, waiting those thirty minutes for you was the best decision I’ve ever made,” he whispered against my lips.

“Yeah, going out with you tonight was mine,” I whispered back.

We stepped back from each other, dressing silently in the yellow light from the garage. I was subdued and barely able to think. But I felt amazing, like I had finally come back to myself. He took my hand and we slowly walked towards the staircase. The elevator opened and a man stepped out. He looked at us and grinned and I realized we must look like we felt. Well and thoroughly fucked. We grinned back and he held the elevator for us. “Going down?” he grinned.

Mike laughed, “That’s my favorite dude,” he said and we walked into the elevator. The stranger turned back and looked at me with appreciative eyes as the elevator closed. I wondered if he had stood below us that night; and if he had heard our load moans and whimpers, and sounds of wet, slapping flesh. I wondered if he would investigate the balcony, and notice the wet signs of our fucking that we had left on the concrete floor.

Thanking the heavens above for the gift of the elevator, as I doubt I would’ve made it down the six flights on my weak shaking legs, we stepped back out onto the quiet’ish street below. I resisted looking up to see if I could glimpse the strangers’ shadow six stories above that I felt was looking down on us, all-knowing and all-seeing. “This way,” Mike said, and pulled me back towards the hotel. We walked in silence for most of it. Occasionally he’d stop us and we’d kiss. Sweet kisses. Kisses totally at odds with the brutal fuck session we’d just experienced.  Finally, he stopped us within a block of my hotel and took me back in his arms. “I can’t go up there with you. I’m so sorry. I hate that I can’t at least walk you to your room. Or stay with you until morning.”

I pulled back and looked up at him. “Don’t sweetie. I don’t want any regrets about this night. Not even that. Tonight was perfect. Thank you for stalking me,” I giggled softly. “I’ll never forget this night.”

One more kiss in his arms and then I pulled away, “Bye Mike.” I gave a little half-wave and turned to walk away.

“Wait,” he whispered. I paused and turned back.  Wistful, he gently wiped away the smeared make up. Then he ran his fingers through my hair combing it back into place. He stepped back and looked me over, straightening this and smoothing out that. “There baby,” he said and paused. “Perfect,” and he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I was sad in that moment. Sad that I’d met a soul mate that I’d never meet again. Half smiling a sad smile I stepped back, turned again and this time, walked away. I didn’t look back but could feel him watching me as I walked up the block to the hotel. The night valet greeted me and I ignored him, turning around just in time to see Mike disappear around the corner.

That night I took a hot shower and touched myself. I was reliving the feel of his mouth on mine; recreating the perfect pressure of his hands on my skin; imprinting into my memory this night of magic and make believe. And this was just my first night in town. Oh my goodness.

As I eased my clean, naked body under the soft sheets, I imagined the pillows I had propped behind me were really his body; and the arm that draped over my stomach was really his strong arm. The pillow under my head was his other arm, and he was wrapping me up all nice and tight in warm, comfortable man. And I sighed and smiled while I drifted into a dream-filled sleep of dancing kisses, laughter and fucking. Oh yes sweet, sweet, wet dreams of fucking by my stalker; my lovely, sexy sinful, and so very unforgettable stalker.