Another hotel…

I thought a lot about that first meeting.  It was great but now what?  The messages continued every day. There didn't appear to be any indication that they would stop. In the past they might have tailed off a little, then stopped…and I don't just mean the men as that is how I have stopped things progressing a number of times. I hate the idea of hurting someone's feelings but I also hate it when people aren't honest with me…hypocritical, I know. 

He had a corporate job and worked away quite a bit.  He had a really lovely family at home, but he was honest that something was missing. He was sporty when he was younger, but life had taken over so he was not as fit anymore.  I told him a bit about my life, which seemed much more complicated than his, and some of the things I told him clearly shocked him. My life to this date would be a very different book and certainly a lot less fun.

I did know one thing for sure - that I’d not been fucked like that for a long time, and I wanted more.  The messages and chats were fun throughout the day, and it was pretty much all sexting at night. 

I would find myself in a toilet cubicle at work sending pictures of my wet knickers or in the morning in the bathroom sending a picture of that day's lingerie choice, or even my nipples or pussy.  Odd? Perhaps. Exhilarating? Certainly.  And I loved the reciprocal videos he sent when he was playing with himself, and I could watch the creamy cum ejaculate and slide down his thick cock and fingers.  The videos came in useful when I wanted or needed to cum quickly! 

I suppose, although I’ve always watched porn, it’s been a million miles away from what I’ve experienced or what I wanted to watch.  Sex in real life isn’t perfect, but if it’s done with the right person and with a sense of freedom and certainly humour, then, for me, it’s always going to be better than scripted and choreographed pornography. The porn I enjoy gives me a picture of the life two people lead, what works and doesn't, the laughs, the connection etc, etc. I find that so much more sexy than watching two perfect bodies fucking. 

We did have our early misunderstandings and text “fights”.  Usually, after a drink at night. I  would ask questions and expect a very diplomatic response. I learned quickly that he was honest and that I should not ask a question unless I wanted an honest answer. This was a large learning curve for me, as I have been quite manipulative with men in the past. I expected him to work hard to keep me interested. This was very childish, and in hindsight, I regret a lot of our misunderstandings. What surprised me was his patience and understanding, and he stuck with it. We ended up talking things through and laughing.

He was as keen as me to meet. After comparing diaries, we carved out a night when we would both be away for work, and although there was some driving involved for both of us, we picked a place in the middle, and this time he booked a room.  I couldn’t really focus on work and was able to leave at lunchtime.  He had let the hotel know that I would be arriving first and given them my name, but the receptionist still wanted to see ID and wasn’t convinced. In the end, I just had to call him so he could talk to them to confirm it was okay. 

This became a bit of a recurring theme in hotels. I can often leave work early, and I can regularly arrive before him and want to get myself ready.  Maybe try on some new outfits, play dress up and send teasing photographs, or put some toys and oils near the bed. I sometimes wonder if the hotel staff think I’m a professional, or just another in a long line of affairs they see coming through.  Fortunately, as I said, my age allows me to ignore that sort of thing. 

The hotel room was a significant step up from the Travelodge!

He arrived at around 3pm. My stomach leapt as I heard the door. I had put so much effort into making sure I was completely ready - showered, hair and make up, lovely underwear and clothes. I was so annoyed when he ran in and jumped into the chair at the desk and fired up his laptop.  Headphones on and straight into a Teams call. He didn't even acknowledge me. Was this something to show me how important he is? I sat in a chair by the window, got my laptop out and started doing some work.  He looked over every so often and made “boring” faces and gestures.  I tried not to notice. 

Thirty minutes later, his meeting was over.  He came straight over to the chair, and his whole demeanor changed.  Suddenly, I recognized the guy from the other night.  He told me he had thirty minutes until his next meeting, whilst moving my laptop and pulling me to my feet. I loved the way he manhandled  - firm and meaningful. I could see that serious intensity in his eyes again, and this time he turned me round and pushed me forwards onto the bed, told me to kneel, and in two swift movements pulled my skirt up around my head and my knickers down round my knees.  He rubbed his thumb up and down my pussy to see how wet I was and satisfied that I was ready for him, he ploughed straight in. From behind, his cock completely filled - somehow bigger, deeper, and even more intense than the first time.  He rubbed my back up and down and squeezed my arse, moaning as he did so. I arched and relaxed my back. This made him even more frantic, and he fucked me urgently. I came quickly and felt myself get wetter. I could feel the next orgasm building, and he stopped suddenly, leaving his cock just touching the entrance to my pussy. He pushed inside slowly, then pulled his cock back to the entrance. I could feel him twitching there, and I needed more. Then he thrust hard. I tensed and then hungrily rocked backwards. I wanted more and faster, but he would not comply, holding my back down with one hand and gripping my buttock with the other. I was completely at his mercy. I couldn't decide whether he was teasing me or edging himself. This was exciting, and urgent, and necessary fucking, and I loved it. I came as he came, and he thrust hard and deep, staying there for a while, moving slowly in and out, as his balls emptied inside me. I felt strangely satisfied as though I had accomplished something.

He rolled me over and lay next to me, putting his arms all the way around me and squeezing me hard. This was enough to squeeze out the biggest fanny fart (queef if that’s what it’s called). I was mortified, and we locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few milliseconds. The edges of his lips moved upwards in the start of a smile, and I just started laughing. Not just normal laughing… proper “maybe wet yourself” laughing.  I instantly relaxed and just thought about how lucky I was to have this. Fun and fucking….

After his second meeting, we had more time and he slowly undressed me, removing my clothes deliberately and intemtionally, item by item, as he faced me to the mirror and made me watch. He gently kissed my body up and down, lingering on my nipples and  pussy but not touching my clit or making any attempt to take his own clothes off. Then he stood tall behind me. I could feel his cock against my back pushing through his trousers. He took both of my hands, placing them on the mirror. Then he reached around and pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they were uncomfortably hard. He slipped one hand over my tummy and squeezed my flesh. This was a bit of a shock, as this is the area that I am very self-conscious about. I wondered whether he was making a comment about my tummy, and that he didn't like it. I soon realized he quite liked my fleshy parts, and he would squeeze and kiss and nibble, and this made me feel really good. He soon pushed his hand towards my pussy and with two fingers parted my lips so he could find my swollen clit. I was already soaking wet. He slid his fingers slowly past my clit and right into my pussy. I could feel two fingers, then three, then four, and then he spread his fingers as wide as he could. This was almost too much pleasure to bear, and I felt my orgasm building, and started moaning. He seemed to like this and let out a satisfied groan, whilst grabbing the back of my hair and pulling my head back so I could watch myself cumming. This guy clearly had some skills. The rest of the night was spent fucking, playing, and laughing.  He had already warned me that he snores. Somehow, his snores didn't sound like snores and enabled me to sleep soundly.

While we were together, we made plans to meet in London, and I could not wait for our next adventure.

At this point I decided to start writing about our meetings. I loved being in our bubble and I really wanted to remember every moment between our meetings, so I started this blog.