I'm excited to fuck you

When I landed in Texas my first call was to work letting my meeting know that I skipped my previous stop and I am a day early. My second call was to the reason I wanted to be in Texas. She was waiting for me in the lobby bar of the hotel I was going to stay in. Pick up the rental car and a fifteen minute ride into the city, I pull into the hotels parking garage, and make a B-line for the bar.

She had already been there for an hour, and the hotel offered free drinks between certain hours, and she decided to partake in their offer or cheap booze. I could see her from across the lobby as I was checking in, sitting there flirting with a gentleman probably twice her age, and I contemplated the best way to approach the situation. She is free to do what she wants, and I don't have any real say so in who she could talk to. I was jealous, and I could see she was having a good time as I got closer.

I came up behind her and kissed her neck, her hand reached around to run through my hair. The first words out of her mouth were incredible, and in her state of inebriation, a little louder than she should have spoken. "I'm excited to fuck you". The whole bar looked at her, and the best I could do is to reply with "me too".

The gentleman she was talking to looked at me with what can only be described as pure hatred. His toy for the night had slipped through his fingers right in front of his eyes. I didn't sit down, just ordered a strong drink, and finished it as quick as I could, ordering another one. I had drank a little on the flight over, and some at my layover earlier in the day so it didn't take much for me to start feeling good. I leaned over to my companion, and asked her if she was ready to go.

In the elevator, we were alone at last, and she reached in and grabbed my cock through my pants before the door could even close. Before we arrived at our floor she was on her knees kissing me through my pants. The door opened early, and she stood up before the doors had opened fully. I'm sure that the guy had caught a glimpse of what was going on, but he just stood there looking at the door. At our stop we walked out and the man in the elevator told us to have fun as the door closed behind us.

The room I received was exactly the same as the last time I had stayed in this particular hotel. I came back for a reason, the room, the service, the comfort of the furniture. A living room as you walk in, an over sized bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub, and a small bedroom with a king size bed in the back.

I hadn't seen her in almost three years, her hair had changed, a new length, and a new color, but it was still her. The curves of her body are the same, but the design on her back was new. I had seen pictures, but to feel her skin through the picture, the lines where she had scarred from a thousand needles poking her were new. I ran my fingers over her new back, her skin still smooth as it ever was, familiar, and yet still foreign to me.

I laid her down on the couch positioning myself behind her as I entered, my hand reaching around to join her hand on her clit. Our bodies moved together, neither of us saying a word. The sounds of the pleasures of sex convey more words than speaking them ever could. Hitting the right spot would send her body into a motion I can't even describe. Her stomach tightened before her first orgasm. Her finger tips caressing my shaft as it slid in and out. Only slowing when I felt myself ready to cum. I would leave my head in her as I rested.

Each time I rested she tried to pull me in, and I would only submit when I was confident I would go on. I would push in solid thrust making her moan loudly with each motion. My resilience only lasted so long and I pulled out as I started to swell, signaling that I was ready to cum. She pulled the condom off and slid me between her lips while I moved back and forth in the warm wetness that remained. I came on her, her hand holding everything in place. Neither of us moved until I was too small to stay in any longer.

She told me that she was going to take a nap for an hour, and that I should wake her if I was ready again. After just a few minutes of laying there, my fingers still playing with the feel of her skin I could feel my cock growing, wanting to be in her again. My mouth kissing her neck was enough to rouse her from what I can imagine was as close as she could get to sleeping without actually being asleep. We played this game all night, stopping only to get dinner and supplies, eventually finishing off a bottle of wine, a bottle of lube, and small bag of condoms.

She slept on me last night, her body wrapped around mine, holding me close as if to comfort her, something her man never does for her. Something my wife never does for me. The feeling of closeness between us as we lay there naked talking each other to sleep. There was a closeness and vulnerability that we shared that rarely shows itself, and I welcomed it with an exhausted enthusiasm.

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