Corner Room

The day was gray, dark, cold. The rain had followed her on her three hour drive to the city where he lived.

She felt anxious and the weather wasn't helping.

Now, she was here and they would meet for the first time.

She stopped in the hotel lobby, took stock of her surroundings. Found the bathroom and freshened up just a bit.

She texted him to let him know she was there.

He texted the room number. Off the elevator, all the way down the hall. A corner room.

Her suitcase trailed behind her. The heavy, warm coat held in her warmth.

The door was slightly open, just as he said it would be.

Though it was the middle of the day, the room was dark. The huge windows completely uncovered, the bright city in view.

Cars rushed by on the highway, and he sat in a comfortable chair, holding a glass of bourbon.

He was wearing a t-shirt and khaki pants.

She stood tall in her black heels and bare legs. The heavy coat coming down to her knees.

She dropped her bag and closed the door completely.

Took in the view.

He said nothing, but motioned her to him.

He admired her eyes behind glasses as she walked the length of the room. Appreciated the view of her legs, her heels.

As she stood directly in front of him, he asked her to take off her coat. She complied, throwing it on the floor.

She wore black lace panties and a matching bra.

He leaned up in his seat, placed his lips on her stomach. Tasted the cool metal of her piercing.

His hands gripped hard against her ample ass. He'd seen pictures, but in person, she was amazing.

He could already smell her. Her sweet perfume and the light scent of her aching pussy.

She felt his warm breath against the lace, felt his hands pull her close. His tongue teased her through her panties.

He kissed and licked and tasted around them, all the while keeping a firm hold on her ass.

He pulled her panties down, over her heels. His tongue traced a line up her thigh. She was already dripping.

His lips placed a soft kiss against her. His tongue parting her delicate pink folds.

One hand came from her ass to greet his mouth. A finger teasing, opening, finding her pulsing clit.

His tongue found her clit, too. Then found a way inside her body. Then back to her clit as first one, then a second finger entered her.

Her moans were immediate and hungry.

She saw the cars rush by through the window and wondered if they could see, hoped they could.

He was relentless. Devouring her taste, his tongue light and quick and wonderful.

She felt she was smothering him, but couldn't stop. His desire was more than she had known.

With a firm hand, he pulled her closer to him, as if he could not get enough.

One of her legs was on the chair now, her body open to him and already quivering.

He would not let up, and she felt a smooth, gentle suction against her throbbing clit.

She was lost, moaning his name, nearly screaming.

He felt it, felt her body tense, tense, tighten, and begin to release. And he didn't stop as the wave of heat washed over her and her cum filled his hot mouth. He licked it all, pulled her close, pushed her body until she was cumming again against his face.

He finally leaned back, smiled up at her.

"Nice to meet you," he said.

She just giggled and collapsed on top of him in the chair.