We'd both been busy in our own lives for the past couple of years and kept missing each other. So last week, we finally managed to work around our schedules and schedule a date. As usual, I was in a skimpy short dress that gives him easy access to milk my tiny tits. As soon as I entered the hotel room, he went in for a smooch, mauling my boobs between his fingers and thumbs.

He was dressed in a crisp ironed shirt and formal pants, the belt and two buttons undone. As he leaned in for a hug, I felt a bulge between us. I gave him a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

He poured me a glass of wine and let me have a couple of sips before he started to touch me all over again. He kissed my lips, my chin and then my neck. We were breathing hot and heavy, but he stopped midway to look at me again.

He didn't like how my dress still covered my tits, so I pulled down the straps and offered them to his mouth. He gladly accepted my perky brown nipples in his mouth while I undid his shirt.

I was wet down there from all the foreplay and we didn't want to waste any more time. He didn't even bother removing his pants or my dress. He simply put on a condom, slid my panties and plunged right in. I knew he wouldn't last beyond a dozen strokes because of how tight I am and how long it's been since he's fucked me. I knew he was close so I begged him to remove the condom and cum in my slutty pussy yet again. This seemed to have done the job, because right after he removed the condom, with simply two strokes in and I was covered in his hot, white gooey mess. My pussy ached for release and he knew that.

He did not stop pumping and rubbed his thumb in small circles over my clit. I wrapped my legs around him and dug my nails in his back as I found my release on his married cock.