I’ve fantasized about this day for a while, and my nerves are already building at the thought of what could happen. Can this be true? Am I really going to spend the day fucking her? I think of all the virtual role‑play and conversations we’ve had, and I feel my cock start to grow and get hard at those memories.

It’s Wednesday, and I’ve called in sick. I’ve found some accommodation in a different part of town and have an early check‑in. Somewhere that allows me to lock the door and shut out the burdens of day‑to‑day life. I’ve already shared the location with her.

Will she do it? Will she clear her calendar? Will I hear a knock at the door? Will she give in to her lust and desires? Will we spend several hours getting our needs met in hot, steamy, and sweaty sex?

It’s too early for the minibar, so I turn the coffee machine on and find a pod I like. I make myself a coffee and start channel‑surfing to pass the time. There are highlights from the weekend’s football that I leave playing while I start looking through my phone for something to occupy me.

I open my messages and scroll through our conversation history once more. I unbuckle my trousers and start stroking my cock as I recount the countless times I’ve cum before, thinking of her sucking my cock and swallowing my load before I return the favor and taste her sweet nectar. I get lost in a world of sexual desire and almost miss the notification “1 new message.” Scrolling down, I’m greeted by three simple letters: OMW.

“OMG, fuck, she’s on her way,” I say out loud. “Calm down, you’ve got this.” I re‑buckle my trousers, close the apps on my phone and put it on silent, turn off the TV, and head into the bathroom. I always keep myself well‑groomed, so it’s just a quick visual check and a freshen‑up. Yep, I look good; I’m all set to go!

Stepping over to the window, I look out over the car park and watch as a dark‑blue sedan drives into a spot. I watch intently as a woman steps out of her car and retrieves a small bag from the back seat. She strolls towards reception, looking elegant in a blue dress, her long, light‑brown hair flowing over her shoulders, bouncing with subtle curls. Slender legs glide over the pavement, demonstrating years of practice in heels. She cuts a sexy figure and looks a decade younger than I expected. Is this really her?

Despite the hours of messaging back and forth and sharing intimate details of our desires and pleasures, I still haven’t heard her voice or truly know what she looks like. I have a picture in my mind assembled like a jigsaw puzzle from the collage of photos she has teased me with, but that elegant woman strolling across the car park is more beautiful and sexier than I could have imagined. Then it hits me, what has she imagined of me? Will I disappoint her? She might recognize the sound of my voice from the moans in the videos I’ve shared and the shape and tone of my chest from the photos, but not much more. Just relax; don’t panic. We’re here at this point today because of our connection over words, sharing the same passion for exciting each other with our conversations and being free to express our inner desires. Desires that are restricted by the complications that come from the mundane routines of our real lives and relationships. A knock on the door pulls me away from my thoughts. She’s here…

I take a deep breath, steady my breathing, and open the door. “Hi, come in,” I say. She steps into the room, looking exquisite in her outfit; a few lines and a softness to her skin make her mature, dignified beauty even more radiant. I trip over my own words as I ask, “Can I get you a drink?”

She answers with composure and a slow, lingering smile that hints at the mischief to come: “We’re going to need to stay hydrated; why don’t you get us some water?” She instantly relaxes me, putting me at ease, and I feel my confidence start to return. I fix our drinks, place them on a side table close to the bed, and turn back to face her.

I’ve thought about this moment over and over, playing out different scenarios in my head, but my instincts take over, and I softly cup her face with my right hand, gently pull her close with my left arm, and place a soft kiss on her lower lip. She welcomes my embrace and reciprocates my kiss as we continue, the gentle kisses building in passion as our tongues start to dance. There’s no awkwardness as our lips and tongue continue to entwine, and we enjoy a fulfilling, passionate kiss. I haven’t experienced a kiss like this in a long time, and the hardening in my groin demonstrates the arousal she’s generated.

I pause the kissing long enough to unbutton and remove my shirt while I stare with wanting into her eyes. Throwing my shirt to the side, I return to my embrace and resume our passionate kissing, but I just want to be naked. I want her to see all of me, everything I have to offer, everything I want to give. I want her and want to make this goddess mine! I remove the rest of my clothes and stand completely naked in front of her; my cock is hard, full, and standing proudly, ready for her. I wrap my arms around her once more, and we kiss even more passionately. I start to unzip her dress while we kiss, and I feel her hand reach down and begin to stroke my impressive cock as her dress drops to the floor.

The years of yoga show, as I see, for the first time, her stunning body in a matching black‑lace thong and bustier. Wow! Can I get any harder?

Still holding and stroking my cock, she steps out of her dress and guides me back toward the bed. She has a hunger in her eyes, and I know what’s coming; her fixation and yearning have been repeated time and again in her messages, she wants and loves to suck cock. I slide up and lie back on the bed as she crawls toward me, stopping when she faces my cock and places a delicate first kiss on the top, followed by gentle licking of the droplets of pre‑cum into her mouth.

The tips of her hair tickle against my thigh as she continues to lick the top of my cock, taking increasingly longer and longer licks. She gently holds the base of my cock as she guides it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the base of my bulbous head. Motioning back and forth, she guides more and more of my cock into her mouth, and I feel drops of her saliva collect at the base of my shaft. Removing her hand, her lips bottom out on my cock as she runs the tips of her nails gently over the folds in my scrotum, cupping and squeezing my balls while she holds the tip of my cock deep in her throat.

Releasing my cock, she takes a sharp intake of breath before she continues swallowing my cock back into her seductive mouth. She’s moaning between each descent, slurping and sucking in a frenzied, rapid‑fire sexual onslaught of my cock. Fuck, does she love to give head? I’ve never had a blowjob like it; her pace and technique treating my cock to a symphony of pleasure. As best I can, I reach down and release the clasps on her lace lingerie, freeing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples are erect, and she shrieks in pleasure as I give one of them a slight pinch, followed by a gentle flick with my finger. It’s enough to distract her, and by reaching under her arms, I pull her up to me; we once again embrace in a passionate kiss. If she had continued any longer, I would be cumming down her throat already, but it’s my turn to feast on her and bury my head between her slender thighs.

Rolling her over onto her back, I place a trail of kisses down the side of her neck, and continue south, stopping to suck gently and swirl my tongue around both her nipples, each greeted by the same shriek of pleasure as before. I place further kisses down her soft belly, I can feel the warmth from between her legs against my chest, shortly followed by the distinct aromatic pull that encourages me to quickly complete my journey. Sliding my thumbs under the sides of her lace thong, I feel their dampness as I pull them down and over her perfectly pedicured toes.

As she lowers her legs onto the bed, I place kisses up her inner thigh before placing a soft kiss at the top of her mound. I take a slow, deep breath in and take a moment to enjoy her sweet fragrance. I start to run my tongue down her slit, lapping up the juices that have already pooled at the opening of her pussy.

Listening and sensing her reaction to each spot I touch with the tip of my tongue, I adjust my position, cadence, and pressure in response. I know I’m hitting the right zones as I feel her pelvis start to move, pulsing in rhythm to my tongue, pushing hard against my advances. Soon, she is grinding against my mouth and tongue, as her breathing deepens and she moans her way closer to her first orgasm. Her enjoyment is erotic to me and I start to moan myself between licks, and I’m conscious of how hard my cock feels in response. The intensity is increasing in her grinding, so I match by flicking my tongue quicker over her clit. I continue licking until she starts to shake as the orgasm takes over her and she floods my tongue and mouth as she cums. The intensity is so much, she starts to push me away, but I flatten my tongue and place slow, long strokes from her flooded opening up to her clit, lapping up her sweet nectar as I do. She relaxes a little and enjoys the sensations as her orgasm continues to send waves through her. As I slow my licks, a small smile of satisfaction crosses my face, as I revel in fulfilling one of the fantasies I had shared in my messages to her.

“Thank you, thank you, that was wonderful,” she pants as her breathing starts to steady.

My smile of satisfaction now traces across my face, and I lower my lips to hers, and we embrace once more.

“Hmm, I can taste myself,” she says in delight before placing kisses and licks all over my mouth and chin, cleaning up all her tasty juices from me. As she does, my cock gently nudges at her pussy, enjoying the warm, wet welcome it receives. We continue to kiss as I slide my cock slowly all the way into her wet, slick pussy. I continue to make slow, long, deep strokes, filling her fully with my hard cock as I feel her pussy clench and hold me. For several minutes, we kiss and enjoy sensual lovemaking as we get to the feeling of being one, understanding how we move together, and taking our time to have this first moment connected.

She looks radiant, with the glow of perspiration in her face, and the curves from her magnificent breasts to her slender waist are a pleasure to caress and hold. As wonderful as making love to this beautiful woman is, we need more; we both sense it, and I start to increase my tempo. Sliding my left arm under her back, just below her shoulders, and my right arm under her belly, I pull her closer to me. My head nestles next to hers, hearing my breathing and feeling my breath on her neck as she takes the full weight of my body lying on her. Holding her in a vice‑like grip, I am in full control and have possession of this beautiful goddess. As I start to pump harder and harder into her, she locks her legs around my back.

This is it, this is what I’ve wanted for so long. I’m in control, and this is my time to give her and us everything we need.

I continue to pump hard and fast as my strong shoulders and chest press on her. Her soft breasts are squashed against me, and she grips tighter and tighter, making her nails dig into the flesh on my back. She’s mine; I have full control, and she gives herself to me as I continue to thrust deeper and deeper into her, pulling her pelvis toward me.

The cries of “fuck, fuck” spit out of her mouth. “Give it to me, yes, yes, harder!” echoes around the room, and I know I’m hers now.

I’ve never felt such a man, so masculine, strong, and protective. So hungry for her body, for her sex, and for more!

Then, with a sharp withdrawal and fluid motion, I push myself off her body, grasp the backs of her slender legs, and push her knees up towards her chest, pinning her legs against my shoulders. Her body is open and ready to be taken. My hard cock nudges at her entrance and thrusts quickly and deeply in one swift motion, until she feels the tip of my cock touch her cervix.

I’m not being gentle now; she is my goddess, for my pleasure, and I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill. Quick, rampant thrusts back and forth stretch her insides, making her feel full and satisfied.

“OMG, that’s so deep, so fucking deep,” she calls as her moans grow quicker and louder while I pound her; the words and sounds are intoxicating to me, and this drives me on.

Harder I go, pulling all the way back, right to her entrance, and driving straight back in. So hard and fast, my heart races and my breathing deepens. I take in her naked body, it’s glowing, showing her enjoyment of my power over her. I can’t hold back any longer, the view of her sweaty body, making the fullness of her breasts glisten. The shape of her waist and the view of my hard cock driving in and out of her throws me over the edge. “I’M CUMMING,” sending deep spurts into her warm pussy. The sensation triggers her second orgasm, and I see her body shake as the tremors rip through her. Clamping my cock in as my seed flows deep, I hold still and let her drop her legs behind me. She clasps them behind my back, holding me in; no drop of cum is escaping.

We slowly relax, and I pass the glasses of water over and we quench our thirst, and we lie embraced, entwined and sedated together, exhausted from our exertions. We drift into a relaxed slumber, our bodies content.
I’m not sure how long it’s been before either of us starts to stir, but as we lie with our naked bodies pressed together I run my fingers over her lower back, caress her waist line and explore her sexy curves. Tracing the crease of her round pert bottom, my fingers gently stroke across her puckered star, down her perineum and slide between her moist, warm pussy lips.

She starts to respond, moving her body and adjusting her legs, freeing up space so my fingers can move with ease. My strokes and movements are slow and gentle, matching the small adjustments she makes, so I find just the right spot. She’s getting wetter and the moves are more pronounced, breathing deeper, and quiet moans indicate she is fully awake now.

She senses I’m not ready to match her energy levels just yet, but her pussy wants more. It needs to be satisfied once again, and this gentle stroking is starting to feel frustrating. To my pleasant surprise, she raises herself high on her knees and straddles my body across my chest. I lie there looking directly up at her soft curves and sensual body. She very quickly reaches down, grabs the top of my head, and pushes my face forward as she slides closer, lowering her pussy to my mouth. With my hands supporting her upper thighs and bottom, I lift her slightly to find the right spot. Now I am all hers, under her full control, to drive the satisfaction she needs.

She grinds slightly harder on my mouth and tongue, controlling how I feel to her. I know it’s working, as the movements are becoming harder and faster. She’s not being gentle; she likes it hard and rough, and in this moment, I am her toy for her pleasure. Harder and faster, she grinds, and the grip on my head is stronger, her thighs tighter against me, even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t. I’m in heaven, feeling her use me for her pleasure, it has me so hard and aroused. Her moans are strong and loud now, her movements violent and quick. She firmly holds my face to her pussy, as my tongue flicks rapidly across her clit, as she pushes down on me harder and harder. Finally, she erupts, my mouth flooded, as she cums hard, and my face is drenched by her sweet nectar once again. I’m coated in her juices, my lips and tongue are sore from her rough pursuit. Her body is spent and ready to collapse, and supporting her, I lay her back on the bed where she curls up next to me, content once more.

I don’t want this day to end, but I’ve no idea how long we’ve been here. The sound of the traffic coming from the nearby street has gotten louder, and so I assume the evening rush hour has begun. I slip my arm out from under her sleeping body and reach for my phone.

The screen is alight with missed messages and calls as I check the time. “Shit!” My voice echoes through the quiet room and wakes her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Nothing, it’s OK, I just think we need to get cleaned up and out of here,” I respond. "It’s 5:10, and nearly time to go."

“Why don’t you join me for a quick shower?” I suggest. “One last thing to enjoy, until next time!”