I Hooked Up with My Stepdad in a 4-Star Hotel!

As Walter stepped forward and handed over his reservation document, James's eyebrows rose slightly at reading their room specifications - a suite on the top floor with a romantic city view and a jacuzzi. He glanced between Walter's matured profile of a balding head, slight paunch, and soft body and Alexus's youthful glow, his mouth twitching into a barely suppressed smirk. He cleared his throat, his professionalism resurfacing as he typed into the computer, confirming the reservation.

"Your suite has been prepared as per your specifications, Mr. Walter," James said with a robotic smile, handing over the keys.

The difference in their ages was evident and a certain subject of curiosity to many around them; but it was more than that which made her anxious and excited. She could no longer deny the fact she yearned for her stepfather, despite his average appearance. Much like she knew (and welcomed) what would happen when they got to the room.

As they rode the elevator to their suite, the silence between them was deafening. The only sounds were of their shallow breaths and distant hum of life outside their little world. She watched his reflection, the strong lines of age on his face at odds with the tenderness in his eyes. He too was watching her, his gaze lingering on the cascade of her braids falling onto her shoulders and the curves of her hourglass figure accentuated by her tight-fitted jeans.

Walter's large hand found its way to her pert derriere, as he took a deep breath, betraying a hint of nervousness beneath his calm demeanor. He felt the firmness under his fingers and he knew then how much he desired this young 18-year-old woman standing so close to him.

Alexus shifted closer to Walter, a move driven more by instinct than conscious effort. She could feel the heat radiating off him, a palpable energy that was both comforting and exciting. Her gaze dropped to the noticeable bulge in his pants, and a wave of anticipation washed over her. His touch sparked a fire in her that was fierce and wild, and she returned the gesture by pressing herself closer to him.

The elevator's sudden jolt as it arrived on their floor broke the momentary trance. The doors slid open to reveal a long corridor lined with golden-hued wallpaper and plush crimson carpeting, leading to an opulent suite that awaited them.

As they walked briskly down the hallway, her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of their joined steps. Her breath hitched when he gently squeezed her palm; a small, yet profound gesture that only heightened her desire.

Once inside the suite, Walter released Alexus's hand to close the door behind them, plunging the room into a momentary silence that was soon broken by the city's hum seeping through the windows of their room which gave an eagle's eye view of the city below.

"Do you think they can see us, Walter?"

"No," he answered, chuckling. "The glass is one-way glass. We can see out but they can't see in."

Moving behind her, his hands found her buxom bosom, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

"Your breasts are too perfect to keep trapped in that shirt and bra," he whispered.

With gentle precision, he liberated the snug t-shirt from her body, revealing the fullness of her breasts within the black bra she wore. His eyes burned into hers as he slipped the garment off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. The sight of her half-exposed body heightened his desire, reflected in the darkening of his hazel eyes.

His warm hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling over sensitized peaks that hardened under his ministrations. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he lowered his head, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her skin. His tongue flickered over the sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan from Alexus. He then switched to her other breast, showing equal attention and causing her to arch her back in blissful pleasure.

While his mouth was busy on her breasts, his hands deftly moved southwards, reaching for the button on her tight jeans. The coarse denim yielded under his expert fingers as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans with a slight tug. With a quick glance at her face, he slid his hands into her pants, feeling the heat emanating from between her thighs.

He could feel her tremble beneath his touch as he slid the jeans down over her hips, revealing a pair of matching black panties that hugged her pert bottom. He slowly slid them down, revealing the bare skin underneath.

"Such a beautiful pussy," he said in admiration.

"Um, thanks," she replied, her tone meek.

His lips moved from her breasts, trailing kisses down her stomach, creating a path of fire that made her shiver in anticipation. Their combined heat was a stark contrast to the cool night air that swirled around them from the open window, carrying with it the sounds of the bustling city below. With a shy push, she smirked, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt one at a time. Releasing a groan, he watched each button come undone until there were none left to unbutton.

His shirt lay discarded on the floor next to her clothes, his chest bared. His pasty bare skin, soft arms, chest and mild paunch were . His faint cologne mingled with the scent of their arousal, thick in the air around them.

Her hands moved down to his belt, unbuckling it slowly and carefully as if she were unwrapping a precious gift. Her fingers trembled slightly once his slacks were at his feet, revealing a pair of white briefs with a large bulge within. Soon thereafter, they stood naked together. She yelped when his hand smacked her buttock, a lustful look in his eyes.

"Do you realize how hard it was to drive while thinking about you but not being able to do anything about it?"

She giggled, her level of arousal increasing.

"I can only imagine," she responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer to him.

His hands roamed her back, tracing the curvature of her spine, sending pleasant shivers down her body. His lips found hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing in an intimate tango of desire.

He picked her up effortlessly, carrying her over to the bed while never breaking their kiss. He laid her down gently on the crimson satin sheets, their bodies entangled in a heated embrace. Her arms snaked around his neck as she pulled him in for another deep, passionate kiss.

His hand roved down between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready for him. His fingers teased at her entrance before dipping inside, causing her to gasp against his lips. He took his time, slowly building up her pleasure until she was writhing beneath him.

"Sit on my face," he said suddenly, breaking away from their kiss.

The words sent a jolt through her, yet she did it anyways. Once her pussy was squarely on his face, she dropped down to return the favor, taking his manhood into her warm mouth. Feeling her wetness against his mouth, he groaned into her core, the vibrations sending pleasure rippling through her. He took his time with her, exploring her folds with the tip of his tongue before diving in deeper. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her steady as she writhed above him, her moans only interrupted by the sounds of pleasure she made around his manhood.

Meanwhile, she had taken him into her mouth, bobbing up and down his shaft. She explored him with her tongue, swirling it around his tip before taking him in deeper. She felt him twitch in response to her and was filled with an overwhelming sense of power.

Their bodies moved in sync, setting a rhythm that was both desperate and demanding. The room filled with their shared gasps and grunts as they pleased one another, the physical barrier between them becoming less of an obstacle with each second. Inserting his finger into her anus, he was soon rewarded with an orgasm on her part, fluids running down his face as her body shuddered.

Ending the foreplay, he moved deftly so that he was behind her. She whined and moaned as he entered her from behind, their skin slapping together as he thrust deep and hard inside her. In the reflection of the windows, he saw the image of them engaged as one, which only heightened the arousal.

Walter, lost in the pleasure of it all, could feel the familiar tightening sensation building up in his lower body. He tried to hold back but Alexus' movements made it near impossible. Finally surrendering, his back arched and he gave a loud groan as his release washed over him.

His hot seed spilled inside her, vacuuming every drop. Once he had finished, they collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he panted, staring at the ceiling. He reached out blindly for her and she scooted closer, laying her head onto his chest. His heart pounded against her ear like a wild drum adding to the silent symphony that was playing around them. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her even closer.

He kissed her forehead softly and said in a whisper, "That was…beyond…amazing."

"I agree."