We started to send private messages to each other and at first, it was just conversation and harmless flirting. But the messages began to get more intimate, and soon I was sending him pictures of me and telling him what I wanted him to do to my pussy. I was looking forward to his messages and at times, felt like an addict for his attention. He sent me pictures of his beautiful cock, and I could imagine it in my mouth, and my pussy ached for it to fill me up. The messages got more and more racy and I was fantasizing about him while I fingered myself and told him so.
Then one day, he wrote me and said that he was going to be in LA and had a day layover in a hotel by the airport. He said no pressure, but if I wanted to meet him, he will be at the hotel bar at 9pm. I almost quivered thinking of what would happen if we were to meet. The sexual chemistry was something that I already knew would explode as soon as we saw each other. I had never done anything like this before and I had never gotten so intimate with somebody I began to talk to online.
The whole day, I felt the anticipation...I hadn't decided if I was going to go for sure, but it was as if my pussy had decided for me, and deep down inside, I knew I would be there.
I wanted to make sure I looked my best when I showed up at the hotel and put on a little black miniskirt and a tight pink sweater, I put on a pair of black thongs underneath the skirt and felt my clit already engorged with anticipation. I was so nervous on my way that I almost stopped and went back home.
I got to the bar a little after nine and saw him immediately. He was sitting at the bar facing a mirror and I already knew what he looked like from the pictures we had exchanged. He turned around and walked towards me and I felt my heart race a bit. We sat at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks and tried to pretend that we didn't feel the instant hotness between us. I leaned into him at one point during conversation and felt a chemistry that I had never known before. I think we were both nervous though and we talked about normal things, all the while, my cheeks were flushed and I felt myself start to run my hands over my crossed legs in anticipation. I do this when I'm turned on.
Then as I got a bit buzzed from the wine, I began to run my hand on his forearm while conversing and lightly tapping his arm when he would make a joke. I couldn't take it anymore. I was so turned on by him that my pussy was screaming for him to take me already. I laid my hand on his inner thigh, an inch or two away from his cock and looked him in the eye. Then I told him in not so many words that I wanted to go upstairs to his room. Now. There was a sense of urgency in the way that he threw down a few bills for the drinks and grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bar.
We didn't say a word as we waited for the elevator but once inside, he was pinning me up against the elevator wall, my leg rising around his body, and his hand underneath my dress cupping my ass. His fingers plunged into my wet pussy and I was ready for him and welcomed him with my juiciness. He fingered my willing pussy through the thong I was wearing until the elevator door opened. He motioned to go right and headed in that direction, trying to get his card key out of his wallet. He was opening the door and I had my hands underneath his shirt, which had become untucked in the elevator and was almost clawing at his back. I wanted him so badly.
Once inside, there was no time for any more foreplay. He bent me over on the bed and tore my panties away and buried his rock hard cock in my pussy in one swift motion. I was so wet that my pussy juices were oozing down both our legs, and I was getting the fucking of my life. I felt his big masculine hands gripping my waist as he thrust in and out of me. I turned my head and saw him behind me, reaming in and out and when he slapped my ass with a big smile on his face, I came all over his cock, drooling my juices all over him. Seeing that I had finished, he pulled out his cock and splashed his hot load all over my ass and I reached back and scooped up some of it with my hands and licked my fingers clean. He laughed when he saw me do that and was looking at me like he wasn't done yet. I wasn't either.
We walked into the shower for round two...