Travelodge…

After the initial kiss and hug - powerful but not overpowering - he took my hand and we walked to the pub next door.  It was a horrible pub that would have been pretty awful at the best of times, but had just opened for the evening and was completely empty and smelled of disinfectant. 

He ordered a pint and I ordered a glass of white wine... the barman, who had just been sitting at the end of the bar reading the paper, asked what type of wine.

FFS I don't know. "Chardonnay"... 

All the good feelings and nice thoughts evaporated in an instant, as he said, "That's pretty old school 1990s," whilst shooting me a wide-eyed glance…a look I would come to experience more of, and love… but in that moment I felt self-conscious and silly and could have easily gone to my car and driven home. 

He saw my reaction and started his fumbling apology. Then he smiled a goofy sort of smile that made him look like a sad puppy so it was hard to stay angry.  Did he do that on purpose?  Can he do it to order? Anyway, I put that out of my head and let him carry the drinks to the table in the deserted pub.

It seemed we were both a bit nervous, but we both knew how we'd met and that there was a hotel room next door if we wanted it.

We didn't want to go right away... and it turned out we had lots to chat about. We listened to the cheesy music and laughed at the choices. He said he still played football and I could tell from the way his thighs and calves pushed against his trousers. We both loved comedy and it turned out we went to the same school a couple of years apart so we chatted for a while as we nursed our drinks.  Neither really wanting to get another drink in that pub but also seemingly neither of us wanting to leave.

Then he said he'd have to go home soon.  I was surprised at how disappointed I felt, and that booking the Travelodge seemed a very desperate thing to have done just in case.  I felt a bit stupid that I’d presumed we might need a bed quite so soon.  We certainly weren’t going to stay for another drink in that pub, so we left and walked back to the car park.  He pulled me towards him again and kissed me deeply on the lips.  The kiss seemed to get more and more passionate by the second.  I could feel his heart beating faster in time with mine.  We must have looked like a couple of teenagers who had found kissing for the first time. As we kissed, he started to move his hands under my coat to feel my body. At first I was a bit worried about my wobbly bits but as I felt the bulge in his trousers getting bigger and harder I put all that to the back of my mind and started to enjoy his roaming hands.

Did I lead him or did he take me, I don’t know, but before long we were in the lift on the way up to the bedroom.  Trying to maintain a certain amount of decorum in the public parts of the hotel, we stopped kissing, and I just looked up into his eyes….I loved how tall he was.  I don’t know how to describe it, but there was definitely a serious intensity in his eyes and an almost animal quality to how he looked at me and how I was feeling.  I knew it wouldn’t be long until he would be inside me, and that made me even more aroused.

Once the door was closed behind us, we kissed and held each other close for a few seconds.  There didn’t need to be any words, but that felt like the time either of us could stop if we wanted to….this wasn’t an option for me, so I put my hand round the back of his head and pulled him harder into me, and almost in the same instant his hands were all over my back and bum and thighs.  Nothing too risqué just yet, but my body was screaming with anticipation, and I could feel the wetness between my legs and the desire to feel him right there.

I ran my hand up his trouser leg until I got to the hard bulge I already knew was there.  This time, I put more pressure on and stroked my other hand between his legs He let out the most imperceptible groan of pleasure as I did.  He felt so very hard and big.  He reached down and started to gather my dress up in his hands. I looked up to see him looking over my shoulder into the mirror and looking at my legs.  I really hoped he liked my legs - he seemed to like it all! As I felt my dress hem reach the bottom of my knickers, I was certainly glad I’d taken time to plan.  He looked over my shoulder again as he revealed my backside and lingerie.  That seemed to really turn him on, and through his trousers, I could feel him get even harder if that was possible. By now, my dress was being pulled over my head, and as he took his polo shirt off, I started to fumble with his belt and trousers.  I felt his hand between my legs.  Urgently pushing my knickers to the side with his index finger, and we both groaned as his finger slipped effortlessly into my wet pussy. 

Because of a number of past events, I have slightly odd wiring between my brain and my pleasure centres.   This results in being able to orgasm quite quickly, through different types of touch, and often, but the flip side of that is that they never quite satisfy me, and often men think they’ve done their bit for me and stop after I’ve cum once or twice.

Within seconds of his fingers being inside me, I could feel that familiar sensation building and, in what might be a record even for me, I could feel my body tense and my already wet pussy get even wetter as waves of pleasure came over me.  As I came he pulled me close to him and held onto me for a few seconds. He looked at me quizzically and I felt a little uncomfortable - did I cum too quickly?  Before I had much time to compose myself, he pushed my shoulders and I sat down on the bed and, as he unzipped his trousers, I was able to pull down his boxers and see what I’d been feeling for the last few minutes.  He was noticeably very hard and I could see the veins pulsing along the length. I wanted to taste him desperately and, as I took him in my mouth, my overriding thought was that he filled my mouth in a way I haven’t experienced before. He was clearly enjoying the experience as his breathing quickened and the little imperceptible groans of earlier were replaced with something much more guttural.  He pushed the back of my head so the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and made me gag.  How did he know I actually love that? 

Just as I was wondering how long I could hold on to the orgasm building inside me, he stepped backwards and pulled his cock out of my mouth.  I tried to move with him, I didn't want to stop. I loved his taste and musky smell. I loved feeling his balls and hearing his moans. Please don't go. He stayed, he pushed me backwards so I was now on my back.   While he took the rest of his clothes off I couldn’t help thinking if this was going to go the way of the other dates - will he cum quickly and that will be it?  Before I could give it too much more thought I felt him spread my legs and pull my knickers to the side.  As he pushed his hard cock into my desperate pussy I felt so very full.  He had such an impressive cock. This time it was my turn to look into the mirror and, as I felt him sliding into me, I watched his body.  His calves bulged and the tops of his thighs and arse curved and rippled the way a thoroughbred racehorse flexes when they walk around the parade ring.  On every forward movement little dimples appeared on his arse cheeks.  He had a bit of a ‘dad-bod’ belly but that just seemed to mean that there was more power and weight behind every thrust.  Every so often he would slow down and I could feel every movement so deliberately and almost every curve or vein or contour of his cock seemed to rub me just the right way.  I felt out of control as the overwhelming orgasm continued building.  What would he think if I screamed like a banshee or came hard and squirted on his cock and all over the bed?   As he kept changing the rhythm and pace I couldn’t even concentrate on keeping it together.  I think I screamed and my head just went slightly cloudy as the red mist of a really powerful orgasm descended and my body convulsed involuntarily.  When my senses returned he was still very slowly and deliberately fucking me and it felt amazing.  He leaned forward and kissed me.  “Did you know your eyes go silver when you orgasm?”  he said.  “Looks a bit like Storm from Avengers”.   Should I have said she was actually in X-Men.  Perhaps not, but I did anyway.

We kissed and cuddled some more and played and fucked a bit too.  It was very relaxed and easy.  How it should be really.  Then he really did have to go and after hurriedly putting his clothes on he gave me a kiss and was gone.   I didn’t really know how to feel about it all.  But one thing was for sure my body and pussy felt both tired and satisfied all at once. He texted good night and we sent silly pictures back and too. It didn't feel awkward, just very real and very natural. I smiled a lot and slept really well that night. 

The morning after he came back. It was brief but when he walked in the room I couldn't contain myself and tugged his clothes off. I wanted him again. He seemed pleased and told me after I was like a child unwrapping a Christmas present. That is exactly how I felt. 

I waited to see whether I would hear from him again.