Meet Sandra at the Hotel

Although our previous hotel visit proved to be bust, at least it broke the ice on the "let's get a room" question. This time, Sandra and I plan to meet directly at a different hotel at 11:00 A.M. I select a nicer place this time and I arrive first, so I can take care of preliminaries like paying for the room. This is an adventure in itself. Not to sound cheap, but most hotels have what's called a "day rate," which means you get a reduced rate if you're planning to check out by 6:00 P.M.

I suppose there are non-sex reasons for people to get day rates, but given that I also have to ask for two parking passes . . . well, I decide it's better to just be honest and not try to hide our intentions. Although I do tell the guy behind the desk (a very friendly fellow named Mario) that the woman who will be arriving shortly is my wife. You see, we're having some remodeling done today, so we need a place to get away from the construction. Yes, you know how it is. Those construction guys. Very messy. And noisy. Yes, did I mention it's my wife who's coming? We're married, you know.

Now, I have a separate personal credit card that bills directly to my office address (Riff Dog is always thinking!) But they also need to see my driver's license. He swipes my license through a card reader and now my home address is in their computer! I start thinking about vacations we've been on where the hotels send us "Did You Enjoy Your Stay?" surveys. Although I'm pretty sure I'm going to be able to answer that question with a big "Yes, as a matter of fact I did enjoy myself!" I'm more concerned with my wife's reaction as she opens this letter! In which case I'll be needing their weekly rate!

Okay, so all bets are off now. Fuck the construction story, I've gotta level with this guy. So I say, "You won't send any mail to me, right?" Oh, no sir! "Okay, well it's really, REALLY important that I don't get any mail, OK?" I hand him a $20 bill. I want Mario to be my friend. He says, "Don't worry, Mr. Dog, we never send mail. But if it makes you feel better, I can change your address in our system to whatever you like." Mario knows exactly what's going on but he's being very cool about it. I like Mario.

I call Sandra, who's running late, and tell her where to park. She arrives and gets out of her car. She tends to dress pretty conservatively, but I like it. She's in a paisley blouse and brown slacks. And sandal type shoes again, because that's become a bit of a running joke between us (the toes.) We don't kiss or anything because she's nervous about being seen . . . as if any of our friends who might happen to see the two of us walking into a hotel together wouldn't already assume the worst, whether we kiss or not.

We walk to our room. Much nicer this time. I've brought a CD player and put on some Al Green. She's brought a whole bunch of candles, which she lights while I pull out the Chianti and wine glasses I snuck in. Neither one of us knew anything about these things beforehand. It's pretty cool how we're both thinking the same way. And I must say, the atmosphere is pretty nice.

There's a table and we're sitting in chairs on either side of it, sipping wine and talking. After about 20 minutes, I'm struggling for a slick way to get us out of the chairs and onto the bed. I finish my wine (she's on her second glass) and I get up, walk over to her, and hold out my hand, as if I'm asking her to dance. "My lady?"

She smiles at my silliness, takes my hand and I pull her up. I put my hands on her back as I lean towards her and kiss her. It's still just as exciting as the first time in my office. There's something about the connection we have when we kiss. I love everything about it. The way our lips feel against each other. The feel of her tongue against mine. I feel my heart already racing a mile a minute.

We walk to the bed. She lies down and I'm on top of her as we resume kissing. I love Sandra's voice and she has a way of purring when we kiss. There's a combination of pleasure and vulnerability to the sound that is so sexy.

We keep kissing and I move to her neck and kiss behind her ears. And then to the front, where I start moving down her neck, kissing as I go. Soft little pecks, moving down. Until I get to the first button of her blouse. I unbutton that one button and pull it open just enough so I can now kiss between her breasts. And I put my hands on her breasts. For the first time. Feeling her over her blouse and bra. Squeezing her. They're so soft. They feel so good in my hands. I feel like a teenager. So much so that I half expect her to pull my hands away, but she doesn't. Instead she's still making her soft purring sounds, her eyes closed. God, I love that sound and the relaxed look on her face that seems to say, "Do whatever you want with me."

I unbutton one more button. Her bra hooks on the front and I undo it. But I don't pull it off her breasts. I want to still leave them covered. I again squeeze her, over her blouse and bra. I run my tongue starting from between her breasts, all the way up to her neck. And slowly back down again. Her skin is so smooth. And I unbutton the next button, and from there, make the same trail up with my tongue and lips. And back down to the next button, opening her blouse just enough so I can keep making this path. My tongue slowly traveling all the way up to her neck, where I stop and kiss. And then slowly down to the next button. Until I've unbuttoned the last one.

I straddle her and lean down to kiss her on the lips. She pulls me closer to her, holding me tightly as we kiss. Kissing so deeply. More aggressively. She's very much into tongue and it feels like she's trying to suck my tongue all the way into her.

I start to sit up again, but during this motion, she grabs my shirt and pulls it off me, over my head. I sit up and gaze at her. Her blouse completely unbuttoned, but still covering her. She looks up at me and puts her hands over her breasts in mock protest of what she knows I'm going to do. I grab her hands and pull them, along with her blouse and bra off to the sides, finally exposing her. I look down at her beautiful breasts. Damn! Does she have any idea how fantastic she looks?

I dive onto her breasts with my lips. She has fantastic nipples and I alternate sucking one, then the other. I pull one of her nipples deep into my mouth and circle it with the tip of my tongue. I squeeze one breast while I suck the other. I feel her putting one of her hands on my head while I'm sucking her. She's purring again.

I gently bite her nipple. She inhales hard and holds my head tighter. I bite harder. She inhales hard again and her fingers dig into my scalp as she pulls me harder onto her breast. She's breathing in and out so quickly, almost a quiver to it. I keep biting, then I let go. And softy kiss the same nipple. And blow on it. It's so erect. I run my tongue in light circles around it. And then suck it again. I move to her other breast, sucking her nipple. Both her hands are now on my head, softly at first, but pulling me. I keep sucking. Her fingers start digging into me, telling me what she wants. I bite her again. Her breathing stutters and she holds me tightly. I alternate between kissing. And sucking. And biting.

Her nipples are so erect now. I flick them with my finger, back and forth, watching them snap back. Sandra has a couple pillows under her head and is watching too. I put both my hands around one breast and squeeze, pushing the nipple up higher. Which I then suck, pulling it as deep as I can into my mouth. I hear her purr, almost a moan as I do this.

I climb over one of her legs and sit on my knees, between her legs, and lean forward over her. I'm starting to suspect Sandra likes being controlled, so I take both her hands and hold them down over head. I hold them in place with one hand and hold myself up with the other while I again kiss her lips. Harder and deeper kissing. Almost rough, but not.

She tilts her pelvis up and starts to grind into me. I didn't expect that. But damn, it feels good! I'm already rock hard. I have been since we started kissing. Still in my pants, I slide my cock up and back against her and she keeps moving her hips up in rhythm against me. I'm still holding her hands in place over her head. She's looking up at me, her eyes saying, "Fuck me!" We keep dry humping, pantomime fucking, but the friction is still there, even clothed. This is dangerous. I'm already very close to cumming and it's way too soon.

So I let go of her arms and quickly unzip her pants, grab them at the ends of each leg and pull them off in one motion as Sandra's legs are straight up in the air. I quickly pull her panties off. I want to fuck her right now, but I'm already so close to the edge that I don't dare for fear of the most premature ejaculation ever.

So I shimmy down and slide my tongue between her pussy lips. Her legs are resting over my shoulders and I'm already onto her pussy with my lips, pushing my tongue inside her. Believe me, I normally like to show a little more patience and finesse, but I can't help myself. And she doesn't seem to be complaining, as she's started moaning, "Oh my God. Oh my God . . . " which turns me on even more and is making a slow pace impossible for me. I right away go for her clit with my tongue and start rubbing it. She puts her hands on my head as I rub my tongue in circles on her. Sucking her clit, then circling it. She's already thrusting her hips into me as I do this.

All of a sudden, I feel her grab my head, holding me still into her as I hear the telltale, "Ohhhhh . . .Ohhhhhh . . . " And then the stuttered breathing. Damn, that was quick! I don't think it was more than a minute that I was on her. She's holding my head back from her because she's too sensitive to be touched right now.

"How dare you cum before me!" I tease. She half laughs, but mostly she's breathing hard and saying breathy "Oh my Gods" over and over. I kiss her inner thighs while I wait for her to recover enough that I can continue. Because I do so want to continue. I keep kissing her inner things, moving slowly closer and closer to where I want to be again. Her hands are still on my head, but she's loosened her grip. I run my tongue along the creases between her legs and her pussy. And then up to her belly button. I kiss her here and slowly slide my lips down. And down.

I put the tip of my tongue onto her pelvic bone and slide the back of my tongue down, over the front of her pussy, sliding past her clit and into her. Her hands leave my head and she has started to arch her back a bit. I'm holding her legs tightly against my shoulders as I'm pushing my tongue in and out of her. She's already breathing hard and I hear that beautiful voice purring again. I keep tongue fucking her and I start a sliding motion up and back between her pussy lips as I do this. Then I go for her clit again, but this time more slowly. Pulling it into my mouth, then letting it slip out, then in, then out. I put a finger inside her. I pull it out and then in again. Now two fingers. In and out of her wet pussy. I finger-fuck her while I keep sucking her clit. She's so wet, the sound of my fingers going in and out of her is heaven.

I reach up with my other hand and hold her pussy lips open, completely exposing her clit, so I can flick it with my tongue. I keep flicking it as she gets more and more vocal. Then I push my tongue onto her clit and again make a circular motion, still holding her pussy lips open with one hand. Still pumping my fingers into her with other. The harder I push, the more she seems to like it. I start pushing my lower lip onto her clit. With my teeth and jaw behind it, I can press even harder. And longer. I keep fucking her with my fingers while I work her clit. Her purring has turned into "Oh my God!" again, saying it over and over. I keep working her pussy. Faster. Her breathing is so hard and stuttered now. My fingers ramming her faster. My tongue and lip rubbing her clit faster and harder. I feel her hands grab my hair and again hear that "Ohhhhhh . . . "

I keep working her clit but now keep my fingers inside her as I curl them up and back in a "come hither" motion inside her. Her legs clamp around me and she holds my head tighter and I feel her quiver, much harder than the first time. All of a sudden, I hear her say, "Don't move!" I hold completely still. She's motionless . . . then all of a sudden, she tilts her hips up, forcing her pussy hard into my face and she practically screams as she squirms against me. I hold still for a few seconds. She starts to loosen her hold on me with her legs and hands.

I do a quick wipe of my mouth with the sheet (Riff Dog is always considerate!) and come up to kiss her. She holds me so tightly and kisses me back soooo deeply. She looks at me with such an intensity before she moves down and prepares to return the favor.

I help get my pants off and notice how seriously wet the front of my boxers are. She pulls them off me and holds my hard cock in her hand. She proceeds to lick up and down the sides of it. And then kisses along the sides and rubs her lips up and down the shaft. I pull another pillow behind my head so I can watch more easily. I love the feel of her hair dragging on my upper legs as she's doing this. She keeps licking up and down the sides and front, looking up at me from time to time. She's taking her time. Teasing me. I want her to put my cock into her mouth so badly, so I say, "Suck it Sandra. Suck my cock."

"I don't know . . . do you really think I should?"

"Oh God! Suck me Sandra!" Mercifully, she doesn't make me wait any longer and puts just the tip into her mouth. She tickles me with her tongue. Then out. Then back on me again, taking a little more this time. Then out again. Again, a little deeper into her mouth. And out.

She smiles at me and teases, "You don't like that, do you?" and she starts stroking my cock with her hand. I don't even have the power to answer.

She keeps stroking me, watching me while she does. Her hand sliding up and down the shaft of my cock. Her mouth hovering over the tip, teasing me. I'm staring at her tits. Hanging down. My favorite view. They're so beautiful. Right now I don't care if she sucks me or jerks me. This all feels so fantastic.

She takes my cock in her mouth again, this time keeping it in her mouth as she bobs up and down on it. Her lips feel so good sliding on it and I can feel her tongue rubbing against it. This view is incredible as I watch her tits jiggle while her mouth bounces over my cock. In and out. What a fucking view! I love the wet sound of it going into her, combined with her voice being muffled by my cock inside her mouth. "Keep sucking my cock, Sandra! Keep sucking!"

She's sucking me faster now. Her tits bouncing with her. I don't want to cum. Not yet. I want to keep feeling her and watching her sucking me and sucking me. But I can't stop it now. "I'm gonna cum, Sandra! I'm gonna cum!" I don't know Sandra's position on cumming in her mouth so I wanted to give her fair warning. She keeps sucking me, though. And I feel that tingle in my legs happening. It's to my ass now and I feel the tingle take over my body as I feel my cock let go with such an intensity. Shooting into her mouth. She keeps sucking me. God, I keep cumming. My cock is pulsating. She keeps my cock in her mouth, still sucking it. I'm still cumming. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm this intense.

Sandra comes up to kiss me. I can taste my cum on her. It makes me want to kiss her more. Then we cuddle. She's a cuddler and I like it. I pull the covers over us. I'm on my back, she's in that area between my left arm and my side, my arm around her. This is so nice. There's a coolness in the air that feels so good right now.

It's already past 1:00, so we decide we should get something quick to eat, then come back for round two. I need to go the bathroom first. When I come back, I assumed Sandra would have started getting dressed. Instead, she's lying face down on the bed. The covers are completely off of her. Naked. Her eyes closed. So peaceful and relaxed looking. I can't describe how sexy she looks. I climb onto the bed over her. I'm just going to give her a quick massage, that's all . . .

We never did get lunch.