Cool air wrapped around her as the gold ringed glass doors parted. The change in temperature made her keenly aware of the thin sheen of nervous sweat on her skin. Was it nerves, or excitement, she wondered quietly as she made her way through the ornate decor of the lobby. No need for her to stop at the desk and pick up a spare key, her arrival was eagerly anticipated. The elevator was busy and she wanted more time to collect herself before arriving before the polished brass numbers reading 402 so she took the stairs.

She paused to look at her reflection in the polished chrome panels that raced the staircase from floor to floor. She looked pretty, no, not just pretty, but hot. The number of men she’d noticed trying to catch her eye on the walk downtown was startling. The outfit, she thought, it’s showing off so much more than I normally would, that must be it. She was wearing forest green slingbacks and a tight fitting strapless emerald green dress that came down to the midpoint of her thigh. What’s more interesting is that she wasn’t wearing anything else.

What she was trying to prepare for was something that had such long odds she had barely even considered it possible. She had met him on Reddit, though met is a funny word in this case. She had been looking for an outlet, someone to enjoy what her partner seemed disinterested in. His post was brief but touched on what she felt she needed. She reached out told him he could add her on Snapchat and he did so immediately, after browsing her post history of course.

They had made some small talk at first but quickly their animal nature took over. They quickly discovered what drove the other wild; he liked to watch, she liked to read and imagine. Lucky for both of them she liked to show off and his mind was filled with fantasies of which she quickly became the center. From there it didn't take long for them to become true friends with benefits but the real surprise had been this conference. He rarely travelled for work and what were the odds of this conference being just eighty miles from her house. When he told her he would be so close and there all week her mind had gone in every direction at once. Panic, excitement, worry, calculating, all were vying for control. Excitement had eventually placed it's foot firmly on the gas pedal and from there she hadn't looked back. In the weeks leading up she had masturbated at least twice a day, always recording her orgasm and leaving it for him to enjoy. Plans were made, details arranged, outfits assembled, and here was the culmination. "Oh fuck" she muttered, looking at her watch and realizing how long she was reminiscing.

She made her way up the stairs, as quickly as her heels would allow. The fourth floor arrived quickly as her mind roared with anticipation. The door out of the stairs felt heavy like she was pushing aside all those years of neglect. Room 402 was just to her right. She moved to the door and knocked with no hesitation. "It's unlocked, come on in" came the familiar voice from within. Her hand reached for the handle and twisted. This door felt effortless to open, practically drifting open of it's own accord. She felt flush run up her necks and cheeks as she saw him standing there, a site she still couldn't believe was really before her. The door swung shut behind her.

The moment the latch clicked shut he was in front of her, seeming to have cleared the distance between them by magic. His arms encircled her. His left running up her back and grasping her neck, his right sliding down her back and squeezing her ass. "What took you so long" he whispered before kissing just under her ear, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her neck. She stammered a bit before replying "I had to…collect myself". The sensations overwhelmed her. His eager hands exploring her taught fit body, running over her dress. He paused for a moment to catch her eyes. They stared at each other as though life itself hung in the balance of the next few moments.

All at once he had disappeared. She felt hands running up her thighs and almost jumped. Those hands slid up her short dress just above her waist. She felt beard brush against her thighs for an instant before his tongue licked and her shaved lips. She moaned. The last time she had felt that sensation was like a distant memory in the foggy past, somewhere in another life. This life was new, invigorating, awakening. His tongue continued to tease her for a while as her hips rocked in response to his touch. A small gasp escaped her as he slipped his tongue between her lips, sliding around her clit. He moaned as he tasted her, a taste he had dreamed of for what seemed like eternity.

His hands continued exploring her body, the dress left draped over his head as his tongue traced circles around her clit. He grabbed her well muscled ass and squeezed then spread her cheeks, exposing her completely. Between his hands and tongue she was already breathing heavy. Her hands were in his hair, massaging it, urging him to continue. She felt one hand leave her ass and fingers massage her asshole. A deep moan slipped between her lips. His tongue intensified the patterns racing around and over her clit, flicking and sucking as her juices covered his lips.

His hands moved up her sides and guided her over to the wall, his tongue never giving her a moment's rest. Her back pressed against the wall as his hands slid behind her knees. In one movement he lifted her legs from behind and held her between him and the wall. She felt his tongue leave her for a moment before she felt it slide slowly across her asshole. She could feel her own excitement coating her thighs, now running down to meet his tongue as he licked her ass. Her breath had shortened and beads of sweat stood out on her soft smooth skin.

Hands slipped from behind her knees up to her back, his elbows catching her knees. He lifted her and swung her round to the bed. He dropped her and came down with her, landing on his forearms so he hung just above her. Her hands ran up his back, her nails leaving soft pink trails before she pulled his short over his head. She had seen his hairy muscled chest before, but running her hands through that hair was a delight. His hands unzipped her dress and suddenly it was gone, discarded across the TV which continued its sideshow of local attractions with indifference. Her hands worked at his belt as he kissed her hard and deep. The buckle swung and she snaked the belt out, keeping it nearby. Her toes hooked in the waist to his pants and pushed them down revealing the sizeable bulge barely contained by his boxers.

She pushed him back up away from her following him to the edge of the bed. Her hands pulled down hard on his boxers and his thick hard cock bounced playfully in front of her. She licked the tip as she stared up at him, smiling. He looked down with a sense of stunned wonder at the beautiful woman before him about to wrap her lips around him. He shuddered as her tongue wrapped around his swollen tip. His hands falling instinctively to her head, running through her hair as she took more and more of him in her mouth.

His cock filled her whole mouth. Each time she felt her nose touch his belly she could hardly breath. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue and her spit running down her chin. He moaned as she awakened in him memories of long ago, stirred feelings that hadn't seen the light of day in a decade. His hands guiding her head, his hips rocking into her as she took every inch. Her eyes kept looking up at him, and in them he saw nothing but her desire to give him what he had given her. As he felt himself getting close he started to thrust harder, faster. 

She felt his throbbing increase, but she also knew what she wanted. As she could feel him start to pump she pulled back and wrapped her hand around his cock. She leaned back and stroked him fast and hard. Her eyes closed as she felt the first warm heavy rope across her face. Another covering her cheek. The next two on her chin. He looked down as she pulled every once of cum from him, her pretty face covered in his thick white seed. She released him after she could feel nothing more and started to lick her lips. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling that same mischievous smile he'd seen arrive so many months ago on his phone one morning.

Her fingers wiped his cum from her face, licking them clean each time. His cock hung half hard and dripping. After a moment of pure post-orgasmic bliss he pulled her back to the bed. He spread her legs wide and kissed down her thigh. His fingers and tongue arrived simultaneously. One strong finger teasing her lips as his lips wrapped around her clit. He felt how tight her warm wet pussy was and softly sucked her hardening clit. One more finger slid between her lips and inside her, stretching her. Moans were now escaping her lips on regular intervals. 

His thumb pressed against her asshole. She gasped and moved away slightly. He followed and once again pressed this time feeling her push back. The thumb slowly slid inside her, her asshole gripping thight as he pushed deeper. The fingers inside her slowed and began to move in rhythm with the thumb inside her. He licked her clit, flicking from side to side with his tongue. A moan that could be heard in the hallway echoed around the room. She had never had any man do that. She wondered how many other things he might be first to do. Slowly the fingers inside her increased pace, the tongue still tormenting her swollen clit. She could feel and orgasm building and she ran toward it as fast as possible.

The fingers and tongue worked in perfect harmony to build her up. The two fingers in her pussy reaching for her g-spot. The thumb in her ass pressing deep inside. Her nails dug into her palms as she felt herself rocket over the edge. A juicy sound accompanied his fingers fingers before she erupted in a spray, soaking him, his mouth open. Her legs shook, back arched, a half scream accompanying the flat splash of juices on the carpet. She lay breathless, eyes starring millions of miles away, wondering why she waited so long to abandon the old life and fully embrace this new fulfillment of her sexual energy.

She was just coming back to reality as she felt the tip of his cock slide between her dripping lips and deep inside her. He groaned as he felt her tight wet pussy gripping him, his once again swollen head sliding inside her. His hands clasped her breasts as leaned down to kiss her. Fingers flicking and pulling her nipples as his cock began to rock in and out of her. Tongues found each other as moans fought to get past them. She could feel him filling her up, her pussy gripping him tight each thrust. Her hips tilted to get him as deep as he could. He pulled back from the kiss and brought his lips to her ear. "I always imagine what it would be like to have you, but I wasn't even close" he panted.

Her chest rose and fell while he pinched her pink hard nipples, his cock pumping faster inside her. The slap of his thighs against hers, muscle against muscle, was all to be heard aside from their heavy breathing and the occasional complaint from the mattress. Her juices ran down her ass as she started to whimper. "Fuck. Faster. Faster. Fuuuuuck me, harder, I want your cum inside me" she managed between labored breathing. "I'll fill you up baby, every last drop" was his reply as he increased pace again. She reached down and rubbed her clit, wanting so badly to cum on his cock as he came in her. Each thrust drove her into the bed, the muscles in his legs and back working hard, aching. Just as they reached a fevered pace she felt him throbbing, pumping, hot cum spilling inside her. The realization sent a shockwave through her body. She felt herself cum, their juices mixing together as one. They kissed, breath puffing through their noses, tongues entwined. When he pulled out of her a long trail ran down from her pussy. He leaned down and licked it from her pulsing asshole. "We taste great together " he said, smiling as he jumped on the bed beside her.

This is my first sexy story, so please tell me what you think, all criticism is welcome!