17 Degrees

17 degrees. Mid-January. The coldest day of the year yet. And what would likely be the coldest day of the year overall. He had a very narrow window. A lunch meeting and a definite time to be home -- and his home was 3 hours away.

Between 1:30 and 3:00 PM -- that's all the time they would have.

They met at a small restaurant. She'd had a lunch meeting with some real estate clients of hers.

A two margarita lunch, he'd later learn.

They sat across from each other, each admiring the physical presence of the other over large glasses of water.

His eyes were dark behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses. His hair dark and neatly arranged about his head. He wore a button-down shirt, no tie (he'd ditched it after the luncheon meeting). His presence was warming and his slight smile mysterious and dark.

She had the appearance of an NFL cheerleader. Blonde hair, blue eyes that sparkled like a cats-eye marble. She wore a leather jacket over a white shirt and jeans. He'd later notice her boots -- tiny though they were - he guessed a size six. Of course, she was only 5'2".

As he drove from the restaurant, he turned the seat warmer on and felt his body relax. She excited all kinds of feelings...and his arousal was becoming more apparent.

He took a deep breath and walked in the door. Asked for a room. Within 10 minutes, he'd paid and was upstairs, down a narrow hallway and into a tiny space with a large bed (mirror behind it) a tiny desk, a tv, a refrigerator, and a functional bathroom.

He texted her the number. He closed the blinds. Took his shoes off. And belt.

He could not stop thinking of her captivating eyes.

A knock at the door. A look to be sure. She's in, the door closed and locked.

As she walked past, he noticed how tiny she was. Not just short (the heels of the boots made her maybe 5'5") but small.

Her jacket came off and she turned to him. Turned on a small lamp on the table.

He walked to her and they embraced, kissed. Her lips on his causing an instant electricity. She stepped back.

She said: "We don't have much time."

Sitting on the bed, she removed her boots, her jeans, and her shirt. Then her socks - revealing small feet and coral-painted toes that matched the color of her lace-lined panties and bra. It was as if she were from (and on) a beach in the middle of summer. He began unbuttoning his shirt.

She approached him and they kissed...his hand on her back, her waist, feeling its narrow curve. Hand on her ass now, the other on her breast.

As they kissed, her hand unbuttoned his khakis, reached down, and stroked the fullness of his erection... felt it grow right in her hand.

She pulled his pants down and he stepped out. Her bra now off, he delighted in the sight of her nipples growing erect, her breasts -- large, nearly perfect...

She knelt in front of him and her hand darted beneath his waistband... warm skin on searing hot flesh.

His boxer briefs on the floor, his thick erection before her face. He noticed her eyes as she took him in ... her lips teasing his head, taking him in a bit. Her hands cupping his balls as she licked and sucked his shaft.

He pulled out and rubbed himself on her chest... between the well-proportioned and perfectly tan orbs that sent his mind to new heights of desire. Then he was in her mouth again. His grunt of pleasure urging her on.

She stood up and kissed him, his cock against her stomach. They turned, and she leaned back on the bed, his cock now against her panties.

She laid back and he knelt before her, his hands quickly pulling her panties down, noting the soft curve of her foot as he tossed them to the floor.

His lips on her inner thigh. His fingers nearing her center. Her scent was light, sweet, like a warm afternoon drink. She was smooth, clean, and wonderful. His tongue on her clit...then inside her sweet pussy. Absorbing the very essence of her.

She turned on her stomach and his tongue teased her anus... tasted, flicked, sucked. One finger working her pink folds. A second finger now inside her ass, the two fingers touching through the thin layer of skin between pussy and ass... her body shaking, quivering as his mouth and tongue provided a tingling sensation... tasting her all over. Her voice eager, hungry, begging for him.

She turned and saw that her body had truly pleased him...that he was harder now than he had been. She told him she wanted his fat cock and her hand wrapped around it as her lips followed.

She sucked and licked and tasted with new zeal. His hands on her firm ass...fingers playing, teasing, hand smacking a nearly perfect ass.

She took all of him in, then let him out, then back in, her tongue nearly touching his balls as his shaft was completely inside.

She let him out once more and he told her he wanted to fuck her.

He moved around behind her, she on all fours ... rubbing his cock against her ass, between her cheeks...finger inside her, opening her. Then his head rested against her clit, then moved up and inside and they were united... a sigh of what seemed relief came over her.

He relished the site of his thick cock entering the most lovely body he'd seen. He'd never felt someone so tight, it seemed... and the lips of her pussy enveloped him, hugged his cock, squeezed him in. He was further in, further, out...and in. And watching her, listening to her breathing.

As she squeezed, he felt his cock stiffen... he knew. He tried using kegels to stop it but it was of no use... he finally let go...thrusting, taking... deep inside.

He thrust once more... and then out...and on the way, a thick, hot stream of cum hit her pussy, her ass... his arms wrapped around her waist gripped hard, harder... one, two, three...gripping, grunting, panting... collapsing on top of her warm, smooth skin.

He lay on the bed and she stroked his chest.... then, looking at the clock, realized he had to be gone in 10 minutes.

Her jeans on, socks, boots, shirt. He stood and added his pants.

They hugged, kissed, smiled. He'd be back to see her again in just 2 weeks. Two weeks too long for both of them.