All day you wait, distracted, in anticipation. You leave work, and the car he arranged is waiting outside to take you to the hotel where you agreed to meet.

As the car nears closer to the hotel, your heart starts beating faster and you sweat a bit, excited by the pleasures that await. You enter the lobby and he is tall - taller than you had imagined, and handsome - with a kind warmth. Despite his kindness, you can sense that there is a more firm, more feral side to this man that makes you even more excited.

You greet each other and share a hug, then make your way to the elevator. On the way up to the room, he runs his hand down the curve of your back, over your ass, and over the back of your thigh. You shudder in response, and you can’t even believe how wet you are. You blush.

When you enter the room, you immediately kiss - first with tenderness, then with increasing ferocity. His large hands are pulling you closer, squeezing and rubbing your ass, occasionally gliding over the arch of your back and firmly pulling your hair back a bit to kiss your neck.

You feel unleashed, free. You unbutton your top, exposing your breasts. Then you sink to your knees and place your little hand on his zipper, feeling the heat and movement of his cock through his suit pants. You begin to unzip and then…

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Do you want to know what happens next? Yeah, me too. I sat in a conference room at work and wrote this little story because it captures the vibe of what I am looking for. And I hope it stands out from all the low effort posts on reddit.

About me: tall, handsome, fun white guy in his 30s. Works in Manhattan but flexible on location. I enjoy meeting in hotels after work for the fun and romance of it (I pay, of course).

Open to one time or ongoing thing. If you’re interested in this type of sexy, no-strings rendezvous, shoot me a note introducing yourself and maybe include a pic or two. Looking forward to meeting you 😘