We had been apart for a while now. The last time we met at the hotel was unforgettable—she was so intense, so raw, that she squirted on my cock for the first time in her life. But work called, and I had to leave the country for three weeks. We kept in touch through messages, reminiscing about that night, the heat of it, and how deeply we missed each other.

She kept me on edge, teasing me late into the nights while I was stuck in work meetings by day. Every text, every memory she shared, heightened the anticipation. I ached to return to her.

Oh, and about her—she's something else. About 160 cm tall, with a slim but curvaceous build. Her brownish-black hair catches the light just right, revealing subtle chestnut undertones. Her sparkling eyes draw you in, and her curvy lips, with their natural pout, are impossible to resist. Every kiss is intoxicating. Her fair skin is impossibly soft under my hands, and her body? Perfect. She has firm breasts, the kind that beg to be held and leave you breathless with every touch. Her hips are a dream—rounded, seductive, and impossible not to admire as she walks by. And her thighs? Soft, supple, and utterly irresistible.

We both knew what we wanted, and we had already decided to make the most of my return. I landed around 8:30 PM and booked a hotel downtown near my house. It’s our favorite—cozy, discreet, and perfect for our nights together. I had one request before meeting her: to come without underwear and wear a short dress so she'd already be dripping for me by the time we reached the room. She hesitated but promised to try. Just imagining her bare beneath her dress had me hard even before I boarded the plane.

The four-hour flight felt like an eternity, especially with no internet to distract me. When I finally landed and grabbed my bag, I hurried to the arrivals area, where she said she'd be waiting. There she was, seated on a bench, her phone in hand, texting me. She wore a light green dress, short enough to reveal her toned legs. The sight of her made my pulse race. I couldn’t resist sneaking up and surprising her with a gentle shake. She gasped, startled, but quickly recovered, giving me a warm, civil hug.

"Have you eaten?" I asked. She shook her head, and though I knew we were both hungry for something else entirely, I insisted we grab dinner first. We needed the energy for what was coming.

At the cafe, she sat across from me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes—or my thoughts—off her. I reached under the table and brushed my hand against her thigh, testing my luck. She smirked knowingly and leaned in to whisper, "I had to wear something… I was already so wet, and I didn’t want it showing." That was enough to drive me mad. My cock pressed painfully against my pants as I rushed to finish dinner.

We agreed to drop my luggage at my house before heading to the hotel. The cab ride was frustrating at first—an SUV with upright seats, making it hard to get close. But I couldn’t resist any longer. Sitting beside her, I rested my hand on her thigh, moving slowly upward. She didn’t stop me, instead covering her lap with my cardigan for privacy. My fingers ventured beneath her dress, sliding over her soft skin until I reached her panties. They were soaked. I teased her, letting my fingers glide over the wet fabric before slipping them beneath. Her pussy was just as I remembered—petite, smooth, and impossibly wet.

I circled her entrance, spreading her slickness before sliding two fingers inside. She gasped softly, her thighs tightening around my hand. I gave her a nudge, urging her to relax, and began stroking her gently, then rougher, the way she liked it. Her breaths quickened, and I could feel her clenching around my fingers as she approached her first climax of the night. I didn’t stop until she let out a muffled moan, her thighs trembling as she came.

Satisfied for the moment, I pulled my hand away, spreading her wetness over her folds as she caught her breath. I sent her a text—"Enjoyed that?"—and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for what was to come.

The car pulled up to my house, and we stepped out, both of us charged with desire. This was just the beginning of our night.

To Be Continued...