Close to home with S

Our first meeting since Christmas, S suggested he book a room in a new Holiday Inn much closer to home than our normal airport hotel. We could meet in Hampstead for a meal and then drive on to the hotel . . . and later have a much shorter journey home. I wasn’t quite sure about meeting so “close to home”, but was looking forward to a night out, so . . .

S was already waiting in the restaurant by the time the tube got me up to Hampstead. We had a nice meal, catching up on everything that had happened since Christmas, including S telling me how he’d been unable to concentrate on the football when he’d taken J and the boys to the match a few weeks ago because he couldn’t stop thinking about our day just before Christmas.

The hotel was lovely, everything was brand new and wonderfully warm and we just stood kissing and fondling in the middle of the room for some minutes before I managed to pull away and tell him I did need to shower. (He’d already showered when he’d checked-in after finishing work). He undressed me in the bathroom and loved it when he discovered I was wearing the red lace bra and knickers that he’d bought me for Christmas.

I showered quickly and let him dry me off before leading him back into the main room. He was telling me how beautiful I looked walking naked across the room. I sat back on the bed as he stood in front of me and I reached out to stroke him and pull him closer into me. I was stroking his erection and cupping his balls in the palm of my hand. I leant forward to kiss him on the head of his cock, stroking his skin up and down and then sucked him into my mouth. He was gasping and pushing forward and I continued sucking up and down, pulling away every so often to lick my tongue down the length of his shaft to the base of his balls and then up again. I love the feel of sliding my mouth down over his cock and feeling it so hard and firm inside my mouth. I could hear him groaning still and I was enjoying the feeling when I suddenly tasted him spurting. I’d only been sucking him for a couple of minutes and normally would have been able to sense him coming before he actually did, but this time it was all so quick . . . I was pulling away from him as I heard him calling out, but he was already spurting against the roof of my mouth and then onto my eyes and forehead. I straightened up and pulled him down rubbing his cock onto my breasts but I could taste him quite a lot in my mouth and knew I needed to wipe him out of my eyes, so I rolled over onto my tummy and pulled myself up the bedclothes rubbing my face into the pillow. He was saying “sorry, sorry” climbing onto the bed beside my shoulders and I was giggling trying to clear my eyes and wipe my nose and cheeks. “Why didn’t you say you were coming?” I was saying “you normally tell me” . . . I could tell he was embarrassed and he lay down behind me pulling me into him and saying it had felt so good, and had all happened so quickly he just couldn’t hold it.

We lay for quite awhile, not talking, him just kissing my back and stroking my tummy. I rolled over onto my back and he leant forward to start licking at my nipples. I told him to suck his sperm off them, though in truth most of it had been wiped off when I’d turned over. It felt quite arousing though and I was telling him to “chew them then”. He was moving from nipple to nipple and had slid his hand down between my legs and I was feeling really aroused by now. I pulled him up and told him to taste himself in my mouth, pushing my tongue against his and then biting down on it gently as I felt his fingers sliding into me. He slid down to my boobs again and I spread my legs wider as I felt his fingers all around my pussy and pushing in and out of me. Then he slid further down the bed in-between my legs and started sucking on my lips and clit. I asked him how many fingers he had inside. He said “two . . . and now . . . three”. I could hear myself groaning and I was feeling really, really horny, lifting my hips into his face and then reaching down with my hands to push his head further into me. He was fingering and licking and sucking and I was grinding myself against his face and hand and calling out “I love that, wetter, wetter”. I came just as quickly as he had and rolled over on top of him with gasps and shudders. He had to almost pry himself out from between my legs and once again lay down behind me to cuddle me and kiss my back and neck.

I loved hearing him tell me how “amazing and sexy” I was. It felt really cosy lying with my back squashed into his chest and his arms around mine. We talked about how long we’d known each other and how wonderful it was for both of us. He said with half-term coming-up that his wife would be taking the children down to her parents for a couple of days. His son was making noises about not wanting to go this time, but he was hoping they’d talk him into going, and if he did, we would be able to have an evening together at his house and would I be able to wear my “coat” like I had last time. I joked that “I quite enjoy the thrill of booking a hotel room actually” . . . and in fact, I did really, seriously, enjoy just meeting for a meal and talking occasionally.

He was playing with my nipples again as we lay together and he said “well you can come round and we’ll just sit and talk then”. I rolled round and then climbed up on top of him, sitting on his chest and telling him that J often said I could “talk for England”. I was rubbing myself across his willy and asking him if the only reason he enjoyed seeing me was “just for sex”. He held me still by my hips and said “you know it’s much more than that”. I could tell by the look on his face and the tone of his voice that he was quite serious . . . so I pulled his hands away and decided to change the emphasis back to being more playful. He wasn’t fully erect but hard enough for me to feel him as I rubbed my pussy lips over him. I asked him to “squeeze my boobs” and felt him growing stiffer as I rubbed back and forth. He was reaching up with his hands squeezing and then pinching at me as I lifted myself up a little more. I was quite wet and I could easily twist and lift and push down and slide him into my pussy. I was smiling down at his gasping and telling him to “tweak them” . . . He was pushing up to meet me now and I was enjoying being able to squirm down on him, twisting around and then lifting up again. He popped out and then reached down to try and direct himself more to where he wanted to be. I asked “where is your gel then” and he said “still in my jacket”. I reprimanded him for not being more prepared as he’d already been in the room earlier in the evening.

I got down off the bed and walked across to his jacket draped over the back of the chair. He reached out for me to hand the gel to him as I returned to the bed . . . but instead I stopped at the side of the bed and squeezed a blob into the palm of my hand and then reached forward to rub it onto him. He squirmed with surprise and delight as I rubbed it over his cock and then climbed back onto the bed and onto his chest again. I was feeling very, very horny and enjoying being so naughty. I lifted myself forward whilst he held his cock and I then sat back trying to sit down onto him. The angle wasn’t right though and it felt uncomfortable so I rolled over onto my back beside him and he sat up and then lent over me rubbing more gel down onto me. He was sucking on my nipples again and then lifted away and asked me to turn over onto my knees. We re-positioned ourselves and now I felt first his fingers circling around me with one hand and sliding over my clit with the other. He was kissing the cheeks of my bottom and then fingering and thumbing me with one hand whilst he slid the other round to my tummy, pulling me closer into him. I could hear myself getting louder and gasping with the feeling of him sliding his finger out and pushing his head slowly into me. I always moan with a painful groan with the first push, but it’s not so much pain as just a different, tightness type of feeling. If I’m feeling as I was now, it’s just then a gushing, gasping feeling and I am lost in the moments of his rocking back and forth. His fingers dance around my tummy, sliding down to play with my clit or reaching up to rub and scrape across my nipples. I could hear myself groaning and pushing and pulling back and forwards with him . . . and loving the feeling of being able to let myself really go. I knew we were being noisy and I wanted to be louder and even more expressive for him . . . we rocked together straining harder and harder into each other until I couldn’t keep going, I pushed backwards with the palms of my hands to signal to him I had to stop. As he pulled out, I just fell forwards muffling my screams and that last “pull” by burying my face in the pillow.

As we rolled around onto our tummies next to each other, face down on the bed, shaking and shuddering, I was squeezing his hand and apologising for not being able to “last long enough”. He told me it had been quite long enough and that hadn’t I realised he’d come. I suddenly realised the squelchiness between my legs wasn’t just the excess of gel after-all. I asked him why it was he’d had so much come this time and he replied that he’d obviously been “saving it all up since Christmas”.

We lay side by side, still on our tummy, for ages. I usually feel quite exhausted after such an intense come and doze off to sleep, but S kept me awake talking about how wonderful our relationship was and how meeting me had changed his life. Eventually his phone alarm went off and we reluctantly pulled ourselves out of bed and dressed for our journey home. It was actually quite nice to just go downstairs and straight to his car in the car park . . . we were home in 15 minutes, a quick kiss goodnight and promises to try and arrange an evening for half-term . . . and I was letting myself in to join J before 1 a.m.

J was waiting for me naked on the sofa . . . jumping up to undress me and telling me I smelt “freshly fucked” as he kissed and licked at me. He complained that I’d never let him “come all over your face” as we lay back on the sofa and I recounted my evening step-by-step as he always insists I do. “I thought you didn’t like that” he said. I told him it had all happened so fast and that we hadn’t meant it to happen, and that perhaps if he was good . . . !!!

Best wishes

Edith