He grinned even more. "You don't give up. That could be a little scary. What's that picture, 'Fatal Attraction'?"
"I'm not crazy. I promise that once we're done and I have your sperm in me, you don't have to ever see me again. What's your room?"
He gives me a look, up and down, checking me out again. "734," he says and brushes by quickly and leaves. Is that really his room number? Does he think I'm a psych case? Fuck. All I can do is wait a while and try the room and find out. But I need to go home and change first, into something more enticing. When I'm in the hotel lobby I don't want to look like a whore. I don't need security to kick me out. But I sure want to look desirable.
In a way, I'm lucky. My genes were right so I have a very good body. Over the years, I've managed to not do anything to hurt it so, at 26, I still have what one of my lovers in college called, "a body that just cries out for sex." And it does. My face is o.k., too, at least I'm even featured if not a raving beauty. But guys seem to like it, too. It started in high school. A neighbor and classmate, Fred, and I taught each other everything possible about sex. We learned together. We should have bought some wholesale industrial size carton of condoms to start with. Instead, we bought inexpensive, small packages, over and over. Me at least as often as him. I learned that I just loved everything about sex. I loved his cock, loved to suck it, taste it, and even more feel it in me. Particularly my vagina, although the times in my butt were good, too. I loved when he tasted me, worked his mouth on my clit. For a year or so we orgasmed over and over, multiple times a day, however and whenever we could manage to get together. I'm sure I walked odd all through my senior year. My pussy was always a little sore from almost constant action. It started when my eighteenth birthday ended up without a party so Fred and I commiserated together and ended up naked. It ended when we both went off to different colleges.
I'm sure we both missed each other. In fact, though, we never were in love and never claimed to be. We just loved the sex. I sure found other guys and I'm sure he found other girls because we only got together one more time, almost a year later, when we both were home on a school break. In fact, I almost ruined everything, I became such a huge slut. I sort of went wild for cock. Between my sophomore and junior years I transferred to a larger university and got my act in order. I mean, I still loved cock and got plenty of it but was much more, how would I say it, civilized about it.
I know girls who fell in love and married. The virgins who only had sex with one guy, I understand. They don't know any different and connect the great sex only with their guy and call it love. But some were just as horny as me and screwed right and left. I don't know how they decided they loved one guy, that one guy was enough for them. Because if I learned anything, it's that one guy is not enough for me. I want different experiences. I want lots of experiences. And this genius with the hunky body was going to be another great experience, I could just tell.
I go in the lobby and call room 734. No answer. What do I do? Am I here too early? Did he give me a phony room number? I can't just hang around the lobby, there must be security of some sort watching out for people like me. I go out and cross the street. I'm still thinking when I see a car pull up and a guy I recognize from our company gets out and then Superman gets out and they shake hands. He's back. I wait until the car drives away, cross back to the hotel and go to the house phones. I wait a little. I should probably wait longer but can't stand it so I call Room 734. He answers. I just tell him, "I'm here and am coming up" and hang up before he can say anything.
I get to the door and knock. He opens the door. He's still in his pants but his shirt is off. He looks as if his body is even better than I thought. He starts to say something but I scoot in sideways and get by him. He's standing there holding the door open, turned towards me, just looking. That's because I'm getting my clothes off as quickly as I can. My blouse, my bra, the skirt, my shoes, my panties, and I'm completely naked. He just looks and closes the door.
"I think you're the first woman I've ever seen that looks sexier naked than with clothes on," he says. I just grin and step to him and unfasten his belt and unzip his trousers. As I pull them down, I get my fingers onto his boxer shorts and get every thing moving down. A really delicious looking, full cock, engorged with blood and standing up staring at me, pops out. I let go of everything to get a hand around that sexy thing , kneel down and get my mouth to it, licking it at first and then sucking it into my mouth. It's perfect, even better than I had dreamed of. Big and thick and stiff and warm and delicious. Did I mention that I love cocks?
But I don't want it this way. I suck on him for just a few seconds and then pull back. "I don't want you to cum in my mouth," I tell him, pulling back and standing up but keeping hold of his lovely cock. "I want all the sperm I can get inside my vagina, moving up to my uterus," I say. I start to back to the bed, pulling him by his cock.
"At least let me get out of my shoes and clothes," he says, almost grinning. "I'm as anxious to get to your lovely body as you are to get to me but we both need to be naked."
I let go and move to the bed and lay down on my back. I look at him and spread my legs, bending my knees up and making sure my pussy opens to him. He almost struggles to get out of his pants, around his ankles, and shoes and socks, and then heads to the bed and almost dives at me, his hands and face landing between my legs, where he starts licking my very wet and ready pussy.
"You really are ready, aren't you?" he asks as he slides up over me and gets his cock aimed at me. I reach down to help get him into me and then I feel him spreading me open, his mass moving into me, pushing its way through my body. It's perfect. He's fully into me. I can feel him against me inside. I push my hips at him.
"Fuck me," I tell him. "Just fuck me. Let me feel you move inside me." And he does. He grunts and groans almost as much as me. I push back as hard as I can as he pounds against me. It's glorious. I'll never get to much of this feeling.
So we fuck. I cum and he cums. We cuddle and feel and he turns me over and does me again from the rear, me on all fours. I bang into him as much as he banks into me. I love it. We take a shower. I suck him until he's up again and then he licks me until I cum, then pushes his way into me again. I last and he lasts. I end up on top of him, riding him, bouncing on his lovely cock.
"Are you leaving tomorrow?" I ask as we lay there perspiring, recovering.
