Meet me at a hotel

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You have been at the hotel for a few hours, long enough to soak in the tub and let the day’s stress ebb away.

You have napped, but the bed, big enough for four, is too empty on your own, You’ve told me before that I’m not good for your sleep. Not during the day.

My voice is closer this time as I call your name, There’s an answering flutter in your heart. That isn’t typical. You shouldn’t feel like this, you think to yourself.

You sit cross-legged in front of the dresser and you slowly run your fingers through your long, curly hair. When You look in the mirror, You see me leaning in the doorway. I smile.
Im standing there in my navy blue suit, sky blue shirt, blue-and-red patterned tie, and with my perfect haircut.

I walk over to you and plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You smell good,” I say, sniffing your slightly damp hair. You put your arms around my neck then and pull my lips to yours again. You are not so chaste with your kiss. You was thinking too many naughty things in the tub and now You are impatient.

I kiss you back, parting your lips with my tongue as I slide my hands inside your bathrobe to cup one breast. I squeeze your nipple so hard it hurts and my hands stray downwards. They stop just long enough to undo the bow at your waist and then continue towards the triangle at the base.

Your legs are still crossed, barring the way to what my fingers seek. My lips draw away from yours but my tongue starts to dance around your mouth, tracing the outline of your lips. This all the time drives you crazy. A tiny whimper sound escapes from your lips and I take in a sharp breath.

You move to bite my earlobe, playfully, but then I tug at your hair and whisper, “open your legs for me, whore.”

A delicious shiver travels the length of your spine. You part your legs a little, just so my fingers can discover your cunt. There’s not a single hair there – You made sure of that very recently. When i reach there, You suck in air and I feel your smile against my jaw.

“So wet. Were you waiting for me, sweetling?”

You manage to nod, as your hand is still tugging at my hair.

You nod too and turn my face towards yours, commanding me to look at you. I could drown in what I see in those brown eyes. I can tell you are please You’ve been waiting for me. You are rewarded by my fingers working into you and oh, they are so delicious.

I begin to feel the tremble. You are moaning now and I have shut my eyes, your head is slight bent towards the back Your legs close on my hand a little, adding to the friction on your clit. You can feel the juices leaking out of your pussy, you are only seconds away when I stop. You give a little cry in protest and try to trap my hand with your leg but I’m too quick.

Trembling with need, you open your eyes and look into my face.

You smile a little menacingly.

“So eager. Not now my sweetling,” I say, standing up straight. “Stand up.” You obey, in anticipation. There’s a bulge in my pants You can not wait to get your hands on.

You peel off the bathrobe and let it fall to floor. You take three steps back and sit on the edge of the bed, without taking your eyes of me. After drinking in the sight of your tits, I make a gesture with my head.

You sink to your knees and turn with your back facing me and show me your ass. I think it must be glistening with moisture and me staring just makes you wetter. Out of the corner of your eye, You can see me taking off my tie. Your heart quickens as You think it will be used on you.

“Stand up my pet,” I say, patting my laps. “Come to me.”

You walk to me a little shyly and sit on my lap, you know I enjoyed the show.

NSFW: yes

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