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As you exited the airport and stood glancing around, you saw a hand shoot up and wave at you from the other end of the crosswalk directly ahead of you. There I stood, tall and grinning from ear to ear as you pulled your suitcase behind you and rushed across the lanes of traffic, stopping and starting as taxis and other vehicles jockeyed for position in their mad rush to load or unload passengers. By the time you made it halfway across, I met you and held open my arms to greet you with a big, encompassing hug.
“Tia! I am delighted you made it out! It has been hard to be patient these last few weeks!” I said as I released you from my embrace and immediately reached down to relieve you of your suitcase. “Let me get this for you, I’m sure it was a long flight.”
“Thank you, Scott.” you replied. “It felt like the flight would never end, I was so eager to get here.” You felt my hand grab onto yours while my other hand hoisted your suitcase up and I led you the rest of the way across the roadway and into the parking garage. We chatted about the flight and your trip as we made our way to my car. Once there, I quickly placed your luggage in the back and opened the door for you, giving you a hand inside before circling around to the drivers side and getting in myself. I started the car and we made our way out of the garage towards the exit.
“So how long do I have you for before work calls you away?” I asked as we left the boundaries of the garage and headed down the road to the interstate.
“The conference begins tomorrow at noon, so just for tonight.” You replied. After a brief pause you glanced over and added slyly, “Maybe breakfast too.” I caught your eye and returned your mischievous look.
“I see.” I answered back, “Well, we better make the most of the time we have. Are you hungry?”
“Famished, actually.” You replied, rubbing your stomach. “Could we just order in or get room service though? I don’t feel like going to a restaurant.”
“Absolutely, we can.” I said. We continued the drive to the hotel and discussed food on the way. The hotel had quite a good menu, so we decided we would order room service once we got to the hotel. We arrived a few minutes later, got parked and checked in, and took the elevator up to the top floor where the room was located.
As soon as the door clicked closed, the suitcase was dropped on the floor and I had you pressed up against the wall of the entryway, both hands cradling your head as my fingers wrapped up in your hair. I kissed you passionately with all the pent-up anticipation that could no longer be contained. You moaned into it as our tongues intertwined and my body pressed against yours, keeping you pinned against the wall. This continued for a few more moments as you reached for me, your hands having trouble deciding where to touch and grab as your senses were overloaded.
As we broke for air, I smiled down at you, running a hand down your cheek, then your neck and traced your collarbone before giving your shoulder a squeeze. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips parted as you stared back at me,
“I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” I said as I pulled you away from the wall and led you the rest of the way into the room. It was modestly spacious, with a single queen bed, a couch against the far wall, and a table and chair in the corner. Finishing off the room was the normal TV and dresser, nightstands with
Lamps atop, and a large window with heavy curtains. Directly to the right after entering the room was a counter with two sinks and a large vanity mirror, which you led to the bathroom. Inside was a large jacuzzi tub and shower combo, a toilet and a window overlooking the city below.
“Mmm, too long.” You replied, pulling your hand from my grasp and walking over to the bed. You turned around at the foot of it, and then let yourself fall back onto it with your calves and feet dangling off the edge, arms outstretched to each side as you closed your eyes and sighed. “We should have done this months ago. I was so upset when they postponed the conference.” You opened your eyes and looked down at me, standing over you at the foot of the bed. You started to get up but I held a hand out motioning you to stop.
“You just lay back, relax, and let me handle this.” I said as I leaned down and slowly pulled off first one shoe, and then the other, tossing them down beside the bed. I knelt down on the floor and began to slowly, but firmly, massage your feet, kissing them every so often. You lay your head back down and closed your eyes again, humming contentedly as you enjoyed this sensual attention to an often neglected part of your body. Over the course of the next few minutes, my hands worked their way up to your ankles, bending and stretching the muscles as I massaged up and past them to your calves, under your pants. Eventually, when that became a bit more difficult, I stood up and undid the fasteners of your pants and gently pulled them down and off your legs, leaving your underwear in place. I continued to massage up your calves and along your thighs, planting more and more kisses, and the occasional bite on your skin as I went, eliciting more sounds of contentment, beginning to turn into arousal.
As I approached the upper part of your thighs, you began to spread your legs further aside, giving me more room to work with. As I edged in on your hips and the places between, I grabbed onto your ankles and pulled you suddenly toward the edge of the bed and then spread your legs. You gasped at the unexpected movement and then sank back against the mattress as I touched you between your legs for the very first time. While your underwear was still in place, the feeling of my fingers sliding slowing up and down the fabric pressed against your crotch caused you to moan louder and breath out a whispered “yes…” as I pressed down and massaged you through your panties, kissing the inside of one thigh, then the other. Inching my way closer and closer to your increasingly wet pussy, I hooked my fingers underneath the sides of your underwear and gently pulled them down your hips, thighs, calves, and off your feet to pile on top of your pants. I traced my fingers from your feet all the way up the inside of your legs to your pussy, rubbing along the slit and gently spreading your lips open and running a finger up from the base to the top before going back down again. I wrapped both of my arms under and around your thighs, gripping them on the inside and holding them aside as I leaned in and traced my tongue along your glistening wetness, pushing in and spreading you open as I went with the tip of my tongue, then flattened it out and pressed it firmly against you and rubbed against your clitoris before pulling it back, pressing my lips against your skin and slowly sucking in. You tasted sweet and as I breathed in your delightful musk I began from the bottom again, mixing my saliva with your delicious juices. All the while, my arms held you in place as you began to squirm, and my hands gripped into your thighs and kneaded your muscles.
Your hands snaked down and grabbed onto my head as I focused on my task. Sometimes you pushed or pulled to guide me in a specific direction, but mostly you just wanted the tactile interaction as you lay back and enjoyed the sensations coursing through your body, as the minutes passed by and we both lost ourselves in the act. I pulled my left arm out from around your leg and pushed my middle and index fingers slowly inside you as I continued to lick and suck on you. I slid them in only a short distance at first, but over the course of a couple minutes began pushing them in deeper until they would go no further, pressing up with my fingertips and hooking them slightly to allow the base of my fingers to press down on the opposite direction and give you more than one sensation at the same time. Keeping up my tongue work, I began to pump my fingers in and out a bit faster and with more force, matched by the speed and rhythm of my mouth. As the feelings continued to create within you, your breathing became more ragged and your hands clutched at my hair and clawed at my scalp. With a sudden burst of exhaled air your orgasm came cresting over as your muscles tensed, your hips bucked, your skin burned, and your body flushed a fresh wave of juices into my waiting mouth and down my chin into my beard. I slowed my work and went gently as you came down from your climax, not wanting to cause any discomfort from overstimulation.
“Wow!” You exclaimed once you began to relax and the surge of feelings began to subside. “That… was amazing. I didn’t… realize how much I needed… that…” you managed to say as I continued what I had been doing before but at a slower pace. Without removing my mouth from you, I hummed into your skin and kept going, causing you to close your eyes and get lost in the feelings again. I continued, slowly building back up to the same intensity as before. The world fell away, and the only things either of us were aware of was the bed and each other’s bodies. The smell of your juices, your skin, and your sweat filled my nostrils as I continued to lick and suckle and finger your increasingly wet pussy as another orgasm pulsed through your body, and then another a few minutes later. After an unknown period of time and multiple orgasms, you begged me to stop because you needed a break. I crawled up onto the bed next to you, wrapped you in my arms and kissed you, giving you a taste of yourself as we lay there, kissing and snuggling.
(Continued next time in Part 2)
NSFW: yes
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