Come and go...

Come and go... Come and go...

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A man answers a woman's ad for a hotel meet. The woman takes a lead role.

Summary

A man answers a woman's ad for a hotel meet. The woman takes a lead role.

Content

Submitted: November 01, 2012

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Content

Submitted: November 01, 2012

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He knocked on the hotel room door, anticipation making his pulse race.  Looking up and down the corridor to see if any one was coming, then feeling foolish.  This was a hotel, people came and went all the time.  He smiled at that thought, 'came and went'.  Exactly what he intended to do.

He glimpsed movement behind the spy-hole on the door, the light momentarily blocked, then the door opened.  "Come in", she said.

he stepped in, and she closed the door behind him.  He turned to face her, and she ushered him further into the room, away from the small entry space.  She was a foot shorter than him, brunette hair framing her round face, her eyes dark, almost black.  Pretty features, he thought. 

She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, bare beneath her thigh length navy skirt.  She wore no shoes.  Her blouse, cerise and blue vertical stripes, was unbuttoned at the neck.  She wore no jewellery, but he noticed her ring finger was red around the knuckle, almost as if she'd struggled to get the ring off.  He dismissed the fact almost as quickly as he noticed it.  She'd said in the ad she was 32, in the soft light of the hotel room it was difficult to see if this was true. She looked up at him, briefly.

He felt it necessary to break the silence. "Are you in town on business, or..." He left the question open, hoping to garner a response.

"I'm only here tonight, and I don't make a habit of this".  Her comment seemed pointed. 

"Ok.  So...  what happens now?" He was prepared for a change of heart, on her part, at least.

She softened, just a little.  "Take your shoes and socks off, and your trousers and pants. Leave your shirt and tie on. The bathroom is through there", she gestured, "Would you mind washing first?". 

She made no attempt to take off her clothes.  He removed his jacket and his shoes and socks, then his trousers.  He turned to face her as he removed his underpants.  Her eyes flickered down to his member, flaccid, yet a good length.  He stood up, placed his clothes on the chair beside the bed, and went to the bathroom.

He ran the hot tap, looking at his reflection in the vanity mirror. How odd, he thought, a male undressed from the top up had a certain rugged charm, a man undressed from the bottom down looked like he's up to no good. He smiled at the thought.  He cupped one hand under the warm water, and washed his penis, pulling back the foreskin and rinsing it well.  The water splashed on the floor between his bare feet.  He washed his testicles, glad that he'd trimmed his pubic hair.  His cock began to thicken a little, any attention causing it to respond.  He turned off the water after rinsing his hands, then pulled a towel off the rail and gently rubbed himself dry. 

He turned off the light and stepped back into the room.  She had removed her blouse, displaying a black lacy bra covering a fairly substantial chest.  The lace was sheer, and her dark nipples were obvious.  She was kneeling on the floor, in front of the bed, her hands held flat against her waist.  He took a step forward.

Her eyes were fixed on his cock. She raised one hand, placing it on his thigh, just below his buttock, and pulled him gently forward.  Raising herself slightly, her face was now level with his groin.  He shifted his legs so he stood with his legs apart. She ran both her hands up his legs, stroking him gently, then ran them up the inside of his legs, stopping short of his genitals.  He watched her gaze, watched her watching his cock start to grow.  With palm upwards she cupped his balls, feeling the weight in her hand.

His cock now stood at ninety degrees to his legs, the foreskin starting to peel back from the head.  With her free hand, she began to gently stroke his shaft, lightly gripping the foreskin and forcing it back.  His head glistened as she slowly, but firmly, closed her hand around the shaft and began to wank him.  Her other hand continued to fondle at his balls, her fingers running along the base of his sac, then wrapping around them and gently tugging at them.  He continued to stiffen in her hand. 

She seemed satisfied with his hardness, running her fingers over the head of his cock, and caressing the frenum.  She leant forward and took him into her mouth.

He let out a small gasp- he knew she was going to do that but it was always a pleasant experience.  She had one hand on his balls and the other on his left buttock, and used her mouth in the way her hand had done previously.  Her lips closed around his head before opening to take his length into her mouth, the warm, inviting orifice swallowing him almost to the base.  Her teeth made little contact with his skin. 

She would take him fully in, then almost completely out, keeping contact with lips, teeth and tongue.  She was good, his cock continued to twitch and grow as she began to fellate him.  She would change the tempo almost constantly- slow and deep, then quick, just the head and then the whole shaft.  She pulled clear for a second, lifting his cock so it pointed over her head, then dipped forward to lick his balls, taking one in her mouth at a time.  While she sucked and teased his sac her right hand continued to stroke his cock, her hand slick with her saliva and his precum, rubbing her palm over the head, then pulling the skin tight back and wanking him hard, then slowing the pace again.  Her eyes would occasionally look upwards, for the most part he had his eyes closed, savouring the feeling.

She took him in her mouth again, deep, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.  He wasn't huge, a good size, so she didn't have to worry about gagging on him.  With both hands now on his thighs and lips closed around his shaft she moved her head backwards and forwards, almost fucking him as he might fuck her.  Her head twisted from side to side, the contact on every inch of his cock, her tongue flicking over the tight head, probing the eye at the end of his cock, tasting the precum, swirling her tongue around the head, held firmly between her lips, her teeth grazing him gently. 

He looked down at her for a moment, she now had her eyes closed, her face full of concentration.  He could see her breasts through the sheer material, her nipples standing proud, erect.  He looked back at her face, her eyes now open.  Their eyes locked, and she deliberately took him slowly into her mouth, her lips around the base, then just as slowly pulled her head back, this time his cock left contact with her mouth, a thin line of saliva binding them together, then her lips were on his head again, the tongue playing with his frenum.

She was exquisitely good at her ministrations, he felt the tightness in his balls that meant he was close to coming, that tingling in his stomach that is a prelude to ejaculation.  She sensed him, his cock became even more rigid, turgid in her mouth.  She squeezed at his balls with her left hand, eyes focused on his face for that telltale signal that all men have.

His face reddened, his lips parted, his balls pulsed in her hand.  She gave one last suck, then pulled her head back, her right hand holding his foreskin tightly back as he came, across the bridge of her nose, across her cheek, then up towards her hair, pooling in her closed eye socket, pumping his hot seed onto her face.  It ran down across her lips, her tongue darting out to taste, then dripping down her chin, then down onto her breasts and bra, the creamy white in contrast to the black lace.  She pulled at him, coaxing the last drop of semen from his cock, still standing firm but shrinking back, its job complete. 

She opened her mouth and gave the tip of his cock a last licking, then sank back on her haunches, his cum sticking to her face, hair, breasts, clothes.

"Thank you", she said.  She made no effort to move.
 
He looked at her, wondering what to do.  Then he turned, and picked up his pants, sliding them on, then his trousers, tucking in his shirt.  He sat on the chair by the desk, and put on his socks and shoes, all the while she remained on her knees, his quickly cooling semen now running down her face, down her chin.  He picked up his jacket.

"Well... goodbye", he said. He walked to the door, opened it, and, with a final look round to see if she would respond, closed the door behind him and headed towards the lifts.

 


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