Nico was making coffee.

The bright Florida sunshine of a new day illuminated the white-and-sea foam green of my hotel room, glinting off the small kitchenette, where she was trying to be quiet.

I was happy to see the sounds were coming from her making coffee, and not from her trying to slip out, that morning after ritual of "I'll call you," of slipping on enough clothes to carry your shoes and bag and whatever else out the door in order to avoid awkward moments.

Instead, she was wearing my T-shirt from the night before, her back to me as she worked, and only that. Since she was so petite, it swallowed her whole, functioning more as a dress.

She had worn a dress the night before, albeit one that fit her better: we connected on one of the apps, agreeing to watch the sunset over dinner at the most upscale place I could find overlooking the beach. The sun was, however, losing its light early to a gathering storm accumulating towards the horizon. I stood when she approached and introduced herself. She was stunning. Athletic, mid-20s, with shoulder-length hair that had been dyed black with silver highlights, swept back. A feminine, smooth face with crystalline green eyes, dark eyeliner, light makeup, a matte, dark red lipstick, and dangling earrings. A black dress that left little to the imagination, with long, strong legs, and nipples for breasts. Her skin was smooth and slightly tanned from the Florida sun.

"Hello," she said, smiling. We hugged, sat. "I'm so happy you reached out," she said.

"I'm glad you responded," I said.

We clicked immediately. She was in grad school for economics and I was in town for a tech conference. Over wine we shared a mutual stress for our individual situations: for her, finals were impending, with papers to write and tests to take. She told me about books the size of small cars that she had to pore over, and that the endless requirements of grad school were barely manageable at times. For me…well, conferences were boring.

"I'm glad for a night to forget about it all," she said.

The grey clouds of the storm moved steadily towards us as we ate, and our small talk easily turned into an escalating exercise in flirtation. It's not like we met on an app to trade recipes, and I could feel my erection shifting around in my pants. After the waiter took our plates, she took another sip of her wine and leaned towards me, her green eyes now shimmering more from the small candle centered on our table than the setting sun that was getting suffocated by the change in weather. A rumble in the distance.

"Let's have fun tonight," she said.

"That sounds like fun," I said.

She laughed. "You're a little dorky," she said. I felt her hand on my thigh under the table.

"I'm here for a tech conference," I said. “Not exactly the coolest bunch."

She laughed again, moved her hand towards my crotch ever-so-slightly, and squeezed gently. She looked me dead in the eye. "To be clear, you know I'm trans, right?"

I leaned towards her, and placed my own hand on her warm, smooth thigh. "To be clear, you know I'm a dork, right?"

She smiled and bit her lip.

A flash of lighting made her look out at the coast line. "I guess a walk on the beach is out," she said. "Maybe we should get out of here before it gets too nasty out?"

“Where to?” I asked.

The gurgling and spitting of the coffee maker filled the morning with that Heavenly aroma. I kept silent in the bed so I could watch her moving about. She slowly opened cabinets to find coffee mugs. Placed them on the counter. Looked for spoons. Sugar. Shook her head at the measly packets of complimentary creamer. I quickly closed my eyes when she glanced over in my direction, then peeked when she turned and walked to the sliding glass balcony doors, opening them to the subdued sounds of the surf. A seagull squawked. Such a change from the torrential rain of last night.

The morning was already hot, delivering a warm breeze into the room and billowing the curtains. She took a big stretch, inhaling the salty air, and as her arms went up above her head, as she stood on her tippy toes, the T-shirt went up too, exposing that all-too-cute little ass of hers.

I had slipped her black dress up over that ass last night, after turning her around and getting down on my knees, fully intending to tongue her asshole.

We had arrived at my hotel room, a short walk from the restaurant, and as I closed the door, the first raindrops began flicking at the balcony window.

"Wait, wait," she said as I turned on the lights. She stepped to me so that we were chest-to-chest. I felt her cock, already hard, against my crotch. This close, I could smell her perfume, a light tough of something lilac. "Let's keep the lights off. I love storms." I turned them back off. She stood up on her toes and kissed me quickly, landed back on her heels. I put my hands on her hips, and looked down at her cock, small, rock hard, poking out of the dress. She twisted her hips, and it waggled. "Use me tonight," she said. "I've got so much I have to do…I want to be brain-dead and used. You think we could do that?"

I slid my hands up her sides, then moved them to the sides of her face, and kissed her gently. Then spun her around, causing her to let out a little excited yelp, and bent her forward onto the back of the hotel room's couch. That's when I got down on my knees. Slid the dress up. Between her thighs, her cock wobbled, with proportionate little balls. Her asshole was picture-perfect, and I spread her little cheeks apart and began to run my tongue over it. Around it. I could smell her lilac mixed with a light musk.

She moaned appreciatively, and I ran my hands slowly up and down her thighs, inside and out, lightly, avoiding the temptation to just grab a hold of her dick and jerk her off. I continued to eat her out while she encouraged me on with moans and groans.

"Oh fuck I'm so fucking hard, fuck," she said, her breaths deeper and deeper. "Baby. Lick my asshole. Nff. Baaaby. You see how hard I am? Oh fuuuck baby." A flash of lightning was immediately followed by a sharp crack of thunder that sounded as though it were knocking on the door; we both jumped, then laughed. I got up and turned her around, her hard-on pressed against me, and we made out, our tongues wrapping around each other.

"Let's go out to the balcony," she said.

I pulled her dress up over her and, with my eyes now adjusted to the dark, saw her incredible body. Lithe, fit. I loved her flat chest, and immediately bent down to lick her pointy nipples as I undid my pants and took them off, releasing my own member, then taking off my shirt and T-shirt. We kissed passionately then scurried to the balcony, our dicks bobbing as we opened the door and felt the blast of warm air mixed with the thick humidity, the instant deluge of rain on us. We could hear the churning Gulf in the darkness just beyond, and she stood at the railing, stretching her arms out.

A flash of lightning and another instant crack made us both yelp again, and she jumped into my arms, both of us laughing again. She looked up, her eyeliner already starting to run. "Fuck my mouth," she said, and I gently led her down to her knees after grabbing one of the cushions from the outdoor furniture to put on the ground for her. She looked up with a wry smile, her eyes narrowed in the spray of rain, then put her hands behind her back and turned serious. "Use me," she said, opening her mouth and holding her tongue out to receive.

I acquiesced, eager to be inside her. I laid my hand at the back of her head, and eased into her warm, wet mouth. Her shoulders dropped and I heard her moan as if she had gotten a treat she had been longing for. More lightning, more thunder. I began to test where she wanted this to go, slowly sliding in, slowly sliding out, in, out, a little further each time. She opened her eyes.

"More. Harder. Your cock is so fucking good, fucking gag me. Get me messy, baby. Treat me like a fucking slut. A cock-hungry whore. Do it."

I took my cock by the base and slapped her face with it. She let out a genuine laugh—her laugh was so incredible—and instantly moaned, "Yes."

Then I rammed it into her mouth, pushing as far as I could but still trying to not hurt her, and she took her hands out from behind her and placed them on my hips. At first I thought I might have gone too far, but she pulled me in deeper, and over the sounds of the rain battering the hotel (and us) and the wind whipping around, I could hear her gagging, sharp breaths marching through her nose, and soon she released my cock and it came out with lines of drool and my precum.

"YES," she said, gasping for air. "More," she said, rain trailing down her face, slicking her hair, and I placed my hands on the side of her head, now having a gauge for where her limit might be, and started to fuck her face. I watched her eye liner begin to drip down her cheeks, and after a solid 30 seconds of thrusting, of pounding deep into her, I would shove it in as far as I could, hold it there, listening to those sharp breaths through her nose, every now and then seeing her lit by up by lightning, then the peal of thunder, hear her gagging.

Then I would pull out, with her spitting out cum and drool and rain onto my cock, down her chin, down her flat chest. I took my dick and slathered the mixture all over her face, her makeup now ruined, her laughing, moaning, her lipstick smudged. "That's it, fuck your fucking whore's mouth with that dick. I'm such a fucking slut fuck my… gllpphhh."

I thrust into her again, feeling the rain blown onto me by the storm, once again grabbing the sides of her delicate face and fucking it, holding a little longer each time I stopped balls-deep, waiting for more gags and coughing and each time retracting to the delightful sight of her drooling down her front, always looking up at me for more.

I finally fucked and fucked that mouth until I couldn't hold it anymore and told her I was going to cum and she mm-hmm-ed and mm-hmm-ed in rising notes and finally I released everything I had inside of her, squeezing her wet hair, jerking my hips at her until she coughed more and gagged more.

I finally pulled out, my entire load spilling out of her mouth which she brought her hands around to collect and rub all over her face and chest, looking up at me and then grabbing my cock to use it to wipe all over her face, laughing as she continued to cough, the rain still landing in sheets over us, her face a glistening post-fuck mix of us. I brought her up from her knees and pulled her to me.

"Fuck me," I said. "I want to see my cum hanging off your chin while you fuck me."

She squealed as she bit her lip, and led me inside to the relative quiet of the room, the rain still sweeping up and down the glass after we shut it. We were soaking wet and the air-conditioning hit us with a chill but I lay down immediately on my back on the bed, scooting my ass towards the edge to spread my legs. She spat in her fingers and ran them in my crack, around my hole, causing me to moan, and as she did I watched her small dick bounce with every move. I couldn't help but keep looking at the mess we made of her face.

"Fuck me," I said. "Use me now."

She spat into her hand and used it to lube the tip of her cock. And then—

She plunged it in, all the way, and started to ram me with the desperation of someone who had been let out of a cage. Her cock was far from the biggest I've taken, so there was no pain, just a charge of pleasure running through me. The spittle from her chin swung back and forth as she rolled her head back, lost in a sudden trance of pleasure. I pulled my cheeks apart so I could get all of her inside me, and she rammed and rammed, rammed and rammed, every now and then looking down at me, her mouth open, seeking out the terminus of her own needs. She held on to my ankles, thrusting and thrusting, then she slid them down to my hips, and the thrusts came faster now, harder, slapping against me as she drove that dick into me over and over.

I huffed, watching her do this work, and every now and then lightning flashed behind her, the thunder now something we were both used to, and I continued egging her on while watching her slam and slam and slam and slam until her face slacked and she breathlessly said, "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum" and pulled out.

I slid off the edge of the bed to my knees and I reached up and took a hold of that gorgeous little cock that was still wet and jerked her off to completion. She grabbed my head as she leaned over, the spit and cum and rain and sweat still stringing off her face and down onto me as I opened my mouth and held out my tongue to receive her. Then her breathing held a moment and her body jerked a load onto my face. Short exhalation. Jerked again. Exhalation. Jerked. Jerked. More cum.

Finally, she wound down, and I sucked her cock, licked it, and used it to return the favor to wipe her cum onto my own face, my cheeks, my chin, and when we both finally came back to Earth, I looked up at her, her face a glistening mess, mine now one as well. She bit her lip, smiled, and I stood, pulling her hips to mine, letting our wet bodies slip along each other as I took her face into my hands and kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her in the darkness.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed, then using an arm to lean towards me. "Nice try though, pretending to be asleep." In the morning light, without any makeup at all, her face was fresh and smooth, clear, beautiful. Her smile was intoxicating. Hard to believe how it looked only hours before. It was like the storm had washed us both clean. Or the shower we had taken together (after falling asleep for a while in each other's arms once we were expended).

"I didn't want to interrupt the important work of making coffee."

"Is it all right that I stayed?"

"Of course," I said.

"Hard to think how crazy that storm was."

"Yeah. Insane. Looks like a gorgeous day."

She smiled. A moment passed.

"Is this where I'm supposed to ask if you still respect me?" I said.

She laughed, and brushed some hair from my forehead. "I do. I still respect you. Even with that hard-on you've got under the covers." She smiled coyly and whipped the sheets off me, revealing my cock, at attention.

"Hey hey hey. Can you blame me?"

She looked at it, bit her lip, and then bent over to kiss it on the head. It twitched involuntarily. She laughed again, took the sheets and pulled them back over me, and then got onto the bed, on her knees.

"Any tech conference stuff today?"

I shook my head "no," then asked, "Any grad stuff today?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, but…I want that walk on the beach," she said.

"Pour me some coffee and I'll throw on some clothes."

"I was hoping you'd say that." She leaned towards me, gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, and bounded into the kitchen.