The clock was nearly at midnight as I pulled off my t-shirt, slipped off my underpants and climbed into bed, pulling the light covers over me.  It was a warm night.

I was just about to put my phone on silent when a text came in…

I put my phone down on the bedside table and settled back on the pillow.

Well that was unexpected! Paula hadn’t been in town for almost six months and out of the blue she is coming up from Melbourne and wants some fun – with me.

The memory of last time she’d been in town floated to the surface.  We’d met at her hotel just for an hour and the sex had been hot and hard and started the moment we got in the door.  And it was just sex.  Nothing more.  It happened whenever she was in town and once when I’d flown down to Melbourne where she lived – in the car I’d rented to get around while I was down there!

It was hard to say exactly what it was between us but the sex was always good, so if she wanted to meet up and have some fun then why not?

I wasn’t entirely sure about the hotel unisex bathroom, but if it was going to be late night then it would likely be pretty quiet, even on a Saturday.

I wriggled a little getting comfortable, realised that the memories had given me most of an erection.  My hand wandered down, fingers running over my swelling, stiffening penis.  The memories flooded back – the heavy hotel room door slamming, overly loud behind us, her eager hands pulling at my shirt buttons, her mouth, hungry finding mine, her warm, fresh smell with a hint of Jasmine, her body pressing against me, pushing me back against the wall in the entry.  The feeling of desire that she radiated was electric and a huge turn on.

Then she had my shirt off, I found the zip between her shoulder blades, still kissing as her hands went to my belt and the button of my jeans.  The zipper on her dress came down and she shrugged the dress off her shoulders, I pulled it down over her hips and it puddled around her high heels.  She step out of the heels and kicked them and the dress away from us. She wasn’t wearing underwear.

I was exceedingly hard and her hand had now opened my jeans and found its way inside my underwear.  A tingle and shiver ran through me as her fingers slipped down and stroked my perineum then cupped my balls.

She dropped to her knees, yanked down my jeans and underwear and grabbed my erection firmly with one hand, the other reaching round to grasp and squeeze my buttock.  She sat back a little, squeezing hard with each hand, the blood forced upward making the end of my penis swell further and colour darkly.  She surveyed my penis proprietorially for a moment then leaned in and covered me with her mouth, her tongue sliding along the bottom of my shaft, her lips closing around me and then sucking hard.

I gasped, almost in pain, but not.  Her mouth was hot and intense, I could feel her teeth scraping me a little each time she bobbed her head – almost too much, but not quite.

“I’ll cum if you keep doing that!” I said.  She stopped immediately and looked up at me.

“Not yet.” she said with a hungry look in her eyes.

I kicked my shoes and jean off and she stood up, leaned in and kissed me again.  I pulled her too me.  She stepped up tiptoes, put her arms around me and wrapped one leg over my hip.  I reached around both hands and grasped her buttocks firmly. 

She took the hint and lifter her other leg, locking her ankles behind me.  We stood there for a moment, locked together, kissing still as I held her up.  She was breathing hard her breasts pressed against me and I delighted in the feel of her body wrapped around me, the coarse feel of her pubic hair pressing against my erection only made it harder.

I turned and walked, carrying her to the bed and knelt, then laid us both down on the covers.  She held on a little longer then sighed and released me, laying back.

I knelt over her for a moment looking up and down her body, savouring the view.  She sighed and cast her arm wide, spread her legs further apart.

“My turn” I growled and slid down.  I planted my lips gentle on her right breast, slowly sucking her soft nipple between them, then gently pulled the way I knew she liked.  Her breath caught and she pushed her breast against me.  I sucked deeper, then pressed my tongue firmly circling her nipple, pressing deep into her breast making her moan.

When I judged her arousal had peaked I pulled back, tugging and releasing her nipple one last time.  I kissed my way slowly down her stomach and between her thighs.  Lingered running my nose through her pubic hair, smelling her scent – rich and musky.

I settled between her legs feeling a minute trembling in them.  Her back arched as my breath teased the moist skin of her labia and her pubic hair.  I rocked side to side kissing one thigh then the other slowly coming closer to her until finally my lips reached hers.  I kissed gently, moving up to her clit then down again all the way to her perineum then back up, eliciting little moans with each gentle touch.

Then I did the same with my tongue, long slow licks with the flat of my tongue up and down, feeling her clit swelling now and hard each time my tongue reached it, her stomach muscles tensing in response.

I could taste and feel her juices beginning to moisten her lips and I felt a thrill of delight and desire.  I lay down flat on the bed between her legs, pulled my arm under my and slipped my hand in beneath my chin as I continued to lick her pussy, now using the tip of my tongue to draw a line up and down between her lips.

I reached out with my index finger, placing it gently over the opening of her vagina and pressed just a little, she clenched in response and pushed her hips against my face.  My finger slipped a little way inside her and my tongue settled on her clit and began a slow firm stroking.

She shuddered and tensed, her hand found my hair and fingers twined into it pulling my head down against her.

We stayed like this for a while, my slow insistent tongue on her clit, my finger making its way fulling inside her, stroking her g-spot.  I could feel her orgasm coming, building up deep in her belly, tensing her legs.  She started to push against me, her vagina squeezing my finger, her belly pushing up.  I continued my rhythm, not changing despite the feeling that I should go faster to match her rising excitement.

Then she came, the orgasm ripping through her, making her twist on the bed, her fingers yanking my hair, her thighs clasping at my head.

“FUCK! Ooh fu…” she half cried out.

I stilled my movements feeling the rhythmic ripples of orgasm moving through her then beginning to ebb.  She was breathing deeply and making little sobbing sounds.  I relaxed, sliding my finger slowly out of her and resting my head on her thigh while she floated in the glow of her orgasm.  I could feel my erection still there or perhaps returned by the buildup and release of her orgasm.

Her breathing slowed and I slowly lifted myself, moved back up her body.

“Are you ready to be fucked now?” I asked.

“Yes. Please.”

I rolled off the bed, found my jeans and the condoms and lube bottle in the pocket.  I came back to the bed and knelt between her legs.  She pulled her knees up and reached down, took hole of my penis and began to rhythmically pull, long firm strokes, pushing the blood into me and making me as hard as I could be.

I extracted a condom, rolled it down over my tip as she let me go and lay back, kneed still pulled up, legs spread wide waiting for me now, a hand behind her head watching the application of the condom, then the spreading of lube on it, and then warmed by my fingers on her already very wet pussy.

I leaned forward – she reached again and with her finger elegantly arched, little finger cocked, she pressed the tip of my penis down to her vagina.  I leaned forward further, my tip finding purchase just inside her.  I paused there, feeling the opening of her vagina clench and relax, almost pushing me out of her, but not quite able.  I leaned down and we kissed for a long moment.  Then I pressed slowly forward sliding gradually deeper inside her.  She moaned.  Hoarse and breathy and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down on her.

I closed my eyes and savoured every moment of that first penetration, my penis cool from the air of the hotel room being swallowed by the heat of her vagina.  It was a singular sensation and utterly intimate.

I held myself there inside her for a long moment, so deep that I could feel her labia around the very bottom of my penis, as deep as I could be.  Her muscles inside bearing down on me, trembling a little.  We kissed again and I lay down, my weight on her, holding her down on the bed.

I began to move slowly, short thrusts of my hips and she responded creating a nice rhythm between us.  I leaned back a little to look at her, her eyes were closed, head tilted back, totally lost in the moment, something I loved about sex with her – her ability to just lose herself in the experience.

The rhythm slowly built and I could feel the tension in her body growing, her vagina squeezing down on me more and more.  And in response I could feel my orgasm building.  The muscles in my pelvis tightening, my penis coming fully hard and swelling, making the slide and squeeze of our sex even more intense. 

She jammed her hand between us, something I’d been expecting, so I leaned back further to allow her hand to find her clit.  Her finger slid down around my penis, gathering lube from her lips, then she rubbed her clit hard, her breath catching, body curing up to me.  I held off my orgasm, savouring the arrival of hers and when it hit I let myself go – long thrusts, feeling the wave building at the base of my penis then swell and burst out, a delicious release inside her with a heavy growl of pleasure.

She was rocking beneath me, no words this time, but little sobs.

She pulled her hand away and collapsed, spent. I lay down on her the small jerks of orgasm creating little thrusts that felt indescribably on my now sensitive penis…

The memory faded away and I stretched, breathing hard in my darkened room.  A pool of cum on my stomach from my masturbation.  I lay there for a while remembering again and gently playing with my slowly shrinking penis.

My phone made the sound of a text arriving.

End.