Rendezvous

Rendezvous

I sat at the dimly lit bar and ordered a drink. It was early still, not too many people around or in the hotel lobby. I thanked the bartender and took a sip, trying to let the day fall from my tense shoulders. We were still new together, you and I, but the best part of it all was exploring and getting to know each other. Meeting after work and spending time exploring fantasies, and each other bodies, it became something to look forward to during hectic days. I smiled, thinking about the things we have done to each other.

I was near the end of my second drink when a man approached me. He pulled back the chair to my left and gestured towards my empty glass.

"May I buy your next drink?" He grinned at me.

"i—sure," I replied, nervous.

"How's your evening?" He asked.

"Not bad," I replied, smiling, "It seems to be getting better."

He returned my smile.

As we drank and chatted, our bodies relaxed, and soon, our knees touched, elbows grazed each other a few times. I could feel the alcohol unwinding me.

He looked about mid to late 40's, dark curly hair with streaks of grey, firm skin, faint laugh lines. Dressed for work, I could see his thighs defined through the cut of his tailored pants. The top two buttons revealed a taut, muscular chest. My breath caught in my throat. We touched glasses when our drinks were served, chatted about light topics.

I had lost track of the time, but I noticed you sitting at a table nearby, watching our interaction. Our eyes locked across the room. The stranger touched my knee and I took another sip of my drink. Seeing you made me flush and suddenly I was very wet and needed you to touch me. I smiled, and looked back to the stranger. He saw me glance at my watch.

"Would it be presumptuous of me to ask—"

"No, I—" I hesitated, my knee tingling. "I would, only, I am meeting someone tonight," I continued. "But we could exchange numbers," I offered.

I could see a flash of disappointment in his eyes, but he reached for his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to me. I took it, entered my information, and handed it back. As I did, my phone chimed. I looked up, uncrossing my legs, adjusting my posture. Quickly, the strangers hand moved up my thigh. I gasped, tensed.

Glancing to your table, I don't see you there, it was empty, glass cleared, as if nobody had even been there. I looked back at the stranger.

We continued to talk, he and I, and he asked me if I was seeing anyone, that he wasn't. His hot hand remained on my thigh, his fingers slowly stroking my skin. My pulse quickened and I distractedly answered his questions. Minutes passed and I didn't see you return. I was disappointed.

Checking my phone thinking that maybe you had messaged me, I saw that it was nothing, just someone from work letting me know that our morning meeting was rescheduled. I put the phone away and turned toward my companion. I was disappointed that you and I weren't going to have sex tonight. Did seeing me with another man upset you?

We order another drink and I glance nervously around to see if maybe you were near the entrance, or somewhere nearby, but you weren't.

"Well, I think my friend is a no-show," I say after a while.

"Oh?" The stranger asked, a devilish grin moves across his lips.

"I have a room, would you like to join me?" I asked him, boldly. I was horny, and I didn't want to be in that hotel room alone tonight.

"I suppose my luck has changed," he winked, got the bartender's attention and paid for our drinks as I stood up and gathered my bag.

We walked to the elevator in nervous silence. He tentatively grabbed my hand, I stroked his palm with my middle finger. I could see the bulge in his pants.

In the elevator, he cornered me, pressing me against the wall with his body, towering over me. I could feel my wetness leak down my thighs. I briefly wondered where you had gone, but I really wanted a release and had someone with me, so I didn't dwell on it for too long.

The doors opened on my floor. I took out my key card and we walked down the hall. At the door, I hesitated before I open it. I could feel his breath on my neck.

I pull him into the room, kicking off my shoes, lead him to the bed as I drop my bag into a nearby chair. He stood quietly as I unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. I kneeled before him, and as I freed his cock from his underwear, it slapped across my cheek, I chuckled before I grabbed it in my hand. I looked into his eyes as I brought his cock to my lips, which parted as I flicked my tongue across the cock head. I heard him gasp quietly. I watch his head roll back as I pulled him from my mouth, kissed the head, then swallowed his cock inch by inch. I grab him and stroke him as I gently tell him that it is ok to fuck my mouth. He grabs my head firmly and starts to do just that, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. Before long, his thrusts have forced saliva from the corners of my mouth, dripping onto my tits.

Mouth full of cock, I focus on breathing as I finger my pussy. He fucks my face for a while, his hand around my neck, thumb on my throat so that he can feel his cock slide down my throat.

Suddenly I hear a soft click behind me. Startled, I turn my head and the stranger's cock slips from my mouth, saliva running down my chin. It's you, looking at me hungrily.

"I see you're playing with others," you say, as you enter through the adjoining room door.

"I thought you'd left," I say, a little breathlessly, my voice raspy.

You ignore my response, grin at me, walking into the room, looking at us. "Please, continue," you gesture, as you lower yourself into the chair across from the bed.

The stranger slaps his cock across my face, shoves his thumb into my mouth, pulling it open. He spits inside my mouth as he pulls me to my feet, and begins to undress me. He turns me around, then and guides me to bend over the bed. He positions me onto my hands and knees as he walks round the bed to my face. I am aware that you can see my wet pussy from your vantage point.

He looks down at me as he pries open my mouth again. I moan as he thrusts his cock into my mouth and hits the back of my throat. He holds himself there, and I tru to swallow around his girth dick. My throat tightens around the sensitive head of his cock, and he begins to fuck my face, each thrust, hitting the back of my throat, my eyes rolling back in my head. He fucks me for a while, my pussy begins to seep my juices run down my thighs.

Before long, I feel the bed shift and your hands on my hips. You bend down to whisper into my ear, "My sweet, sweet slut is quite adventurous today." I can feel you gently stroke my ass and thighs. Your gentle movements contrast the violent face fucking. The stranger has quite the stamina, his balls are still low, telling me that he won't be cumming soon. I can tell by his look that he is enjoying every second of this.

My wet pussy feels cold in the air conditioning, but my skin is flushing hot and goose pimply. I can feel you fingering my pussy, parting the folds gently, coating your fingers with my wetness. I moan loudly, needing to feel you inside me. You do not make me wait for very long, and soon I feel the head of your cock part my vulva and penetrate my hungry hole. I try to push back against you, but you won't let me, you want to control the depth and the speed. I can feel you slowly filling me. You hold yourself inside me while the stranger starts fucking erratically, signaling that he is getting close. I clench my pussy around you and you gently withdraw, slowly, and start to fuck me. The stranger asks where I want him to cum. Before I can speak, you tell him to unload on my face. As I am rocked back onto your cock, he pulls out and frantically strokes his glistening cock as streaks of cum fly at my face, hanging in the air momentarily before landing on my forehead, cheeks, in my hair, across my nose. I try to catch some in my mouth, but it's happening so quickly I can't. He smears the head of his cock across my lips and I lick them as I look up at him. I can feel you thrusting quicker and hear our bodies slapping together. You grip my hips so tight, it hurts. I can hear you grunting, telling me what a good fuck I am and I start to cum. You can sense it and so you finger my clit to help me along. I can feel the pressure building until I burst. You pull me to you, filling me with shot after shot of cum. You pinch my clit, squeezing out the last of my orgasm and we collapse together on the bed, your body pinning me to the bed.

When my head clears, I notice that the stranger is sitting in the chair, looking at us. He thanks you for a lovely experience.

"You planned this?" I ask you as you roll off of me.

"Of course," you reply, panting, a grin on your face.

"You have my number," the stranger says, as he gets dressed and leaves. You and I smile at each other, you grab my tits as you turn me over and spread my legs.

"Of course," I respond, "I'll call you soon!"

"Ready for found two," you ask me, grinning as my legs fall apart, exposing my pussy, your cum oozing out of it.

"Of course," I reply.

I hear the adjoining room door open.

You kiss me deeply and squeeze my tit.

"She's all yours,"I hear you say, as you get up and leave me on the bed.