It had been several weeks since I'd heard from Tom. Months before, we had a wonderful first meeting. Unfortunately, soon after our meet, we had to stop talking for a while for a variety of reasons. I carried on with my life but I was hopeful he'd contact me again when the time was right. Even though I had many opportunities for sex, the thought of losing touch with him made me upset. I felt bad for his situation and I was saddened by the turn of events that led to his disconnect, but he'd apologized and explained everything as best he could before leaving. I understood and moved on, but held out a little hope he'd come back.
Suddenly, about a month ago, the time came when Tom was comfortable reaching out and I was so happy to hear from him. He wrote to let me know he was sorry for having to say goodbye but could reconnect again, but cautiously. He mentioned he could even plan a trip in my area if I wanted to see him. I replied by exclaiming of course I wanted to see him again! We both got very excited in anticipation of another meeting for sex. We talked about our plans every day, which just charged me even more. It was so nice to pick up where we left off.
A couple of weeks later, Tom confirmed his plans to meet up with me. In the nights leading up to his visit, I found myself dreaming about him fucking me again and again, and I'd often awaken with a wet pussy. He and I don't have romantic feelings for each other, but there is a physical attraction too strong to deny or give up on. We've just tried to respect each other's boundaries and limitations and that has worked for us. At one point, he told me, what we've been doing won't last forever. We both know that, but I'm just enjoying what it is, and what it has been. It's just been mostly perfect and exciting and safely adventurous. He's even earned a trust with me that's not easily achievable.
Finally, the day came where we'd meet up again. I made special arrangements to be out for an extended period of time without having any questions asked. My hair and nails were freshly done and I got a Brazilian bikini wax for the occasion. I wore a short sun dress with blue and white stripes sans panties and I had on a brand new bra. I brought along my favorite pair of high heels to slip into right before I saw him. I looked as polished as I possibly could but still sensible enough to run my errands before and after our meeting. I also packed a small lunch, some hummus and cut vegetables, in a container, in case I didn't have time to eat before I saw him. That morning, I stuck the container in my bag along with my favorite hand blown glass sex toy.
We had plans to meet at noon in his hotel lobby. I arrived early but waited in my car for a little while. I walked into the lobby about five past noon, but I was surprised not to see him there. So I calmly sat down in one of the lobby chairs and thought about the lyrics to my favorite Prince song;
Darling Nikki
. I always loved that song but now it felt really fitting for the event, being in a hotel lobby ready for an epic fuck session! I tried to relax, except there was no immediate way for us to get in touch with each other in case something happened. I was a little unsettled, but I knew he'd show up soon and I was hornier than anything. Luckily, I had some friends to chat with on my smart phone. They were cheering me on and kept me company while I waited. If Tom didn't show up, these friends would gladly take his place in a heartbeat. They were so sweet to let me know.
About ten minutes later, I saw his truck pull up outside in the lot and he briskly walked in, carrying his belongings. I didn't realize he hadn't checked in yet.
He came right up to me, looking sexier than ever but flustered. He kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I had a hard time finding a pharmacy." I understood because I asked him to take care of getting condoms and lube beforehand, even though he's not from the area.
I replied softly, "It's cool, thank you for taking care of it. It's so good to see you, but go check in." And I sat back down in the chair with my legs spread a little and waited for a few more minutes while he checked in. He looked back over at me from the reception desk and smiled.
Once he was finished with the concierge, he came back over towards me and I stood up so we could greet each other properly. We exchanged a little more small talk about his trip and he told me how hot I looked. He commented on my five-inch shoes, which brought me to 5'6, next to his 6-foot frame. We walked to the elevator, got in and quickly arrived on his floor. He led me down the hall, as if he knew exactly where the room was. His hands were full from his suitcase and garment bag, but he still managed to open the door for me and he let me in first. I walked in and immediately sat on his bed.