London…

I had to be in London for two days, and so he shifted around his schedule so he could also be there at the same time. I booked a hotel and we arranged to be on the same train. I got on the train first, and I could feel the familiar butterflies in my tummy as I anticipated the train going through his station and seeing him get on board. As I was sitting on the train, I got a number of texts. The first one asked if I wanted wine for the journey down, and of course I did. The second asked if I would like some snacks, and I said that would be a great idea. And the third, a photograph of him at the pub drinking a glass of wine as he was early for the train. As the train pulled up at his station, I could see him with his familiar suitcase, his backpack, and a carrier bag full of snacks. He spotted me and we found two seats together and spent the whole journey giggling and drinking wine. Every now and then, he would mouth, “I want to fuck you,” and a thrill would shudder through my body. I could not wait to get to the hotel and to tear his clothes off and taste his cock.

We finally got there and checked in. We got into the lift and he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “I can't wait to fuck you.” I knew we were going to have the most exciting night, and I was so right. However, it took a little while to get to that place. 

I sometimes have a strange thing about germs and things being clean. While the train journey was fun, I felt grubby, and I knew I would not be able to relax, so I asked if I could take a quick shower. There was ‘the look’ again. The same look I received when I ordered Chardonnay the first time we met. I had clearly taken events in a slightly different direction than he expected. I watched as he started to unpack his suitcase, and I wasn't sure whether he was pissed off. But I knew that if I didn't have a shower, I would not be able to let go. So I showered very quickly and came out of the bathroom naked. 

He walked over to me, lifted my chin to look at him, stared into my eyes and kissed me hard and deep and passionately. I was getting used to the way he kissed. Even though it was only our third meeting, we had spent so much time kissing. I love kissing, and his kisses are so different.  He likes to lick and nibble, and his kisses are deep and firm and wet. I love his mouth as his lips are soft, his tongue tastes lovely, and when he hasn't shaved, his stubble rubs my lips and my chin, so I have a lasting memory of a passionate kiss. I particularly like it when he licks my mouth, and I have requested this frequently since I realized how much it turns me on.

After a while, I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. He unzipped his trousers, and I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear. He pulled out his cock. It was already so hard. He lifted my chin, parted my lips with the tip of his cock, and pushed his cock deep inside my mouth. There was the groan that I loved so much. He slowly pulled and pushed his cock in and out of my mouth until my mouth was dripping wet, and saliva dripped down my chin. I ran my tongue around the tip and used my teeth to nibble underneah stroking his balls and using my other hand to grip the base of his cock. I could feel his cock so hard and pulsing. I wanted it inside me now. 

He leaned over and grabbed my elbows, pulling me to my feet, and I wondered whether he could read my mind. I started to pull at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against mine. I undid his familiar leather belt and wondered what it would feel like to be spanked with it. Again, it was almost like he could read my mind, and he bent me over the bed, making me wait for him as he took his trousers off. I felt a sharp crack against my arse. It was sore, but I liked it. Another on my left cheek …ouch…But I wanted more. I relaxed my back so my arse was up in the air begging for more. He got the message and the force and frequency increased. He curled the belt upwards and smacked my pussy. My pussy was throbbing…not with pain….with pleasure and anticipation. 

The spanking stopped, and I heard him spit into his hand. Next thing I knew, he had pushed his cock deep into me and was thrusting hard and fast. This time, he paid lots of attention to my arse, licking his thumb and pushing it into my arse. It felt amazing. Filled with his cock and with his thumb in my arse, I couldn't stop myself from cumming hard and shrieking as I did. 

He turned me over and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed and entering me hard. He pulled out and teased me by holding his cock at the entrance to my pussy again. Then he slid the full length of his cock across my clit. This was too much to bear. The solid length of his cock, maintaining contact with my swollen clit was amazing. I came hard. He smiled and leaned over, staring into my eyes and he pushed inside me again. His eyes didn't leave mine, and he fucked me hard until he came. 

I felt amazing. He asked whether I felt satisfied and fucked…

The morning after, we went down into the basement of the hotel, where the breakfast room was, and had breakfast together. This was really nice, and I noticed what he chose and what he drank. It turns out he did the same as the more hotels we stayed in, the more we would naturally get the things that each other liked...coffee, juice, water. It felt like we cared about each other. 

After our working days, we met back at the hotel and decided to go out and find something to eat. He had some good ideas, and we went walking around and to the most amazing wine bar. We didn't feel like eating very much, and we're happy to have a McDonald's. This would be the first of many McDonald's we would have together! I ordered a Happy Meal, which he found really amusing, and he made the comment that it was the same but small, and this still makes me laugh. 

While we were at the wine bar, I told him a few things about my past, which I think shocked him. He didn't really make any comments about the things I had told him. When I asked him, he told me he just needed some time to think because I had given him a lot of information and a very short space of time. I was so concerned that this would be the thing that made him walk away. I really didn't want that. I felt like I had found someone I could share this piece of excitement with. 

Back at the hotel, I teased him in the lift, showing him my lingerie and licking his lips. I could see the bulge start to appear in his trousers. I wanted more and more. I did start to worry that I would become too demanding. I love sex. I love playing. I love trying new things. We hadn't really done that, but I really wanted to. 

In the room, undressing was frantic again, but this time he wanted me to keep my lacey knickers and bra on. He traced the outline of my knickers against my pussy and started pushing his finger against my wet pussy until my knickers were soaking. He squeezed my nipple through my bra and leaned over and bit me. It was so nice, and a thrill shuddered through my whole body, making my clit throb. I watched him take his clothes off, feeling almost naked, wet, and vulnerable.

He turned quickly towards me, his cock hard and erect and bouncing as he walked. He put his hands under my buttocks, and I felt my feet leave the floor. He lifted me and pulled me towards him. My legs spread around him, and my feet locked together by my ankles around his back. I felt his cock urgently pushing to get inside my pussy. My arms were around his neck to keep myself upright, and he had his arms wrapped around me under my buttocks. I could feel my wet knickers in the way of his cock, and I desperately tried to wriggle them out of the way. He moved his hips back and too, trying to get his cock around my knickers, then put me against the wall, still trying to push into me. After a few attempts, we looked at each other, smiling and accepting defeat! This was so amazing. I have always thought that men have quite fragile egos. In the past, when something like this has happened, some men have been annoyed or moody. Not Mr P. He turned towards the bed and almost threw me onto the covers. He yanked my knickers off and threw them at me…we both collapsed laughing. We lay together, chatting, laughing and fucking again.

The second night was lovely. So natural and sexy. I slept well again and felt strange going to work, knowing what I had been doing. I looked around the room and wondered whether any of the other professionals had enjoyed a night like mine. I had a secret… and I loved it. However, the content of my working day was not great, and I was quite stressed and upset when I got into the taxi back to the hotel.

I was upset because work was stressful, and he had to leave to get the train to go home. We had about an hour together, and then he left. For some reason, I was really unhappy that night. I felt like I had disappointed him, and the way we left each other did not feel good. However, it was as if it hadn't happened, and he continued texting and sending fun photos and videos from the train. He seemed to have this amazing ability to forget so quickly. This is very unlike me as I dwell on things and let them stress me, and occasionally catastrophize. I was beginning to think that I could learn a lot from Mr. P. and not just about great and liberating sex.

We didn’t have definite plans for the next meeting. We were always so busy with work and home. I found I couldn’t stop thinking about the sex. The kisses. The hugs and squeezes. But mostly his groans and his eye contact as he came deep inside me.