"A man I have known for almost ten years had to travel regularly for business and was obliged to spend several weeks at a series of conferences in different locations. Although we have a fantastic connection and plenty of sexual chemistry, we do not have a romantic relationship. But his conference schedule kept him in a nearby beach city for an entire week, thus I used my paid time off to spend some time with him.

He was a jewel; he granted me a little money that I could use anyway I wanted, so I would basically go shopping for quick trips and buy everything I wanted. He had a packed schedule during the day and was always racing about getting things done for business. I always make sure to get something "for him" as well since I know the clothes and underwear he likes seeing me in. Apart from that, I would just relax, sunbathe, and usually enjoy my vacation at the beach near our hotel.

He would text me during the day, when he had a few minutes free. We would arrange to go to dinner and flirt; I would send him little teaser pictures or selfies of me in my swimsuit on the beach. The atmosphere was good throughout and quite lively and enjoyable.

Although he was tired from the previous day, we went to a remote restaurant for dinner that was well rated even though first night traffic was not particularly heavy. We simply loved each other's company in addition to some really good food and wine. I love him for being able to pick up where we left off even months apart from each other.

Still, after dinner we came back to our room and settled into bed while watching TV. I leaned head over his chest. Still in our clothes were we. His day and the wine caused him to crash somewhat soon, but nonetheless it was great to be with him. I had to get him woke so he would remember to undress. We undressed then crawled under the sheets. Despite his great inebriation, we kissed a little; afterward, my preferred portion of the kiss—passed asleep.

The next day I got up really early. I'm not sure why, but I always manage to wake up quite early whenever I stay in a hotel. We were not spooning anymore, so I reached out my hand to him but he was still fast sleeping. Given his another demanding day ahead of him and his extreme lack of morning personism, I wanted to let him sleep. Just following a light motion in time with his breathing across his tummy and chest. His morning wood was totally functioning when I reached a little lower! His dick started to twitched and leap as I softly rubbed my fingertips over his shaft and gave him a small head massage. He was still completely unconscious, but he started breathing more heavily, so I decided to treat him and be his nasty little alarm clock.

I started gently waking him up kissing his chest and neck. He knew what was happening, so I dropped, grabbed his dick in my mouth, and started gently sucking him off. Though I have always enjoyed my blowjobs very much, there is something different about him. To be honest, that's most likely true—he laughs with me about how he feels like I'm worshiping his dick every time I suck it. His dick is the perfect size—big but not overly huge—with the thickest section at the top that tapers down like a baseball bat. I wanted to give him everything I had, hence I just took my time and made sure to notice every single aspect since I genuinely like sucking on him. I wanted to kiss him to see to it his day started brilliantly.

I became so lost in it that I hardly remember how long I was sucking on him, but I quickly knew he was coming near. As his thighs contracted, his breathing became rather frenziedly urgent. I sped up then ran my fingers over his hips and stomach. In a matter of minutes, I was utterly draining him using my lips and tongue. I always swallow and wanted to give him the complete experience, so I grabbed use of everything he had to offer even if he may be a bit of a heavy cummer and I don't really like cum.

We carried out this little custom three days running, with his blowing his load into my mouth to start the day. For me, it was really hot as hell. I loved the dynamic of underlining his orgasms and seeing his whole morning energy change under my influence. After we were done, he would wake up fast and start preparing; I would look for places to eat lunch or shopping that day. Though I believe our best times were in the morning, we went on dates every night and had some incredible sex when we fucked at night.

I have stopped my mouth two days ago before he could get any closer to me than it was right now. I laid on my back and drew him onto me knowing he wanted something inside of me and how much I needed it too.

As he slid inside me, I would gently surround his hips with my legs. I got so wet from sucking dick, so I was always ready for him; yet, there's something unique about that first thrust, isn't there?

We would shower together and start our day feeling really romantic after savoring the connection and kissing each other for a few minutes in the afterglow.