I watched her emerge from the kitchen in our suite at the Embassy Suites Hotel. She had two glasses with ice and water. We had brought nothing with us. I was there on business with a few hours free in the afternoon before my flight. She was there because it was her home town and she wanted to get laid. For that matter, I wanted nothing more at that moment myself.
Myra was perfect for me. She was significantly shorter, 5โ2โ to my 6โ1โ, and built in a fashion that drove me crazy. She was heavier than the skimpy, pencil shaped models that belied our population in magazines and TV shows. This woman had meat on her bones, and I wanted that meat. We had chatted for sometime on the web and after a tentative start that lasted about one chat, we were both on track with total honesty and openness. That was terribly refreshing to me, and apparently up to her standards as well. We agreed to meet on this business trip of mine to her area.
Her red hair flowed out over her shoulders and looked radiant with the background sunlight from the kitchen window. Her breasts held my attention like magnets, drawing me into her with their sheer size, and exuding their sexual presence. They wanted me as much as I wanted them. Her smile finally drew my eyes from her tits to her face as she handed me a glass and we stood motionless before each other.
I took a moment longer to admire her hips, round and inviting me to rest on them, or work my ass off for her on them, and I promised them through mental telepathy I would comply soon. She took a sip from her glass, and I did the same. When she raised her arm, it lifted her tit on that side and the motion of it captured me once again. I was frozen in place and staring.
โMaybe we ought to take this away, seeing as you are glued to my tits.โ She smiled, put her glass down on the coffee table between us and began to unbutton the cashmere sweater. I was still glued to this magnificent piece of woman, watching her emerge from her garments. One by one the buttons were undone, finally enabling the lapels to hang free. I could see the bra she wore, lacier than I usually preferred, liking the more transparent, sheer variety more, but it was clasped in back the way I like it, and partially revealing of the skin beneath.
I reached down and into my pants to free my stiffening cock from its now contorted position in my underwear, blue jockey briefs. She smiled at my action as I was smiling at hers. When she lifted the sweater from her shoulders, and let it fall down on the coffee table with some guidance from her, I inhaled sharply. Her tits were delicious. They swelled when she breathed and moved with her body in waves. I couldnโt take my eyes off them.
Her skirt was gone before I realized it and she stood before me in bra and panties, a pair of panties she knew too well that I liked. They were white, like the bra, but much more common, everyday in nature. They were cotton, full panties with an elastic waist band and padded crotch. I was falling into sexual oblivion just watching this package revealed. I was going to have the time of my life making that panty, crotch pad and all, soaking wet. Then I would surprise her and take them with me to remember her by. Nothing identifies a hot-blooded woman better than her scent brought from deep within her and seeped in slick wet gushes from her swollen pussy lips. If I kept them in a zip lock bag, I might be able to preserve her for a week or more while I smelled her again and again and remembered what was about to take place in that hotel.
I reached down and undid my zipper. She let her eyes drop right to it, anticipating, longing. I pushed my hand in, my briefs down, and pulled my average sized, circumcised cock out, hard as nails and straining to reach her. It desperately wanted this woman in any and every way it could have her. Myraโs mouth opened slightly, and her tongue began to tour her lips. She was as hot as I was.
After stroking my cock, while watching her massage her breasts for several minutes, I stepped around the table on one end. She mirrored my motion and met me at the end of the table. We first met with our mouths, letting our tongues handle the introduction of our bodies. She was penetrating, exploring, and hopefully finding everything she was looking for. As I dove my tongue down her throat equally, I also pressed my body up to hers, the sensation of her breast at the bottom of my rib cage driving me crazy. I wiggled against her, trying to feel more. I reached my hands down behind her, pulling on the cheeks of her ass. Her body was hot as could be and definitely longing for more.
I felt her hands were kneading my ass as well, and she was grinding her mound into my crotch eagerly. I slipped both hands inside the back of her panties and played with her bare flesh. I let them linger when they crossed her crack, sliding a middle finger up and down her, all the way to her puckering little asshole. She echoed my motion on my own ass and we both reacted with increased pressure against each otherโs groins.
I suddenly pulled back and twisted her around to get behind her, and then pulled her back into me. By bending my knees a bit I was able to line my free-standing cock up in the panty clad crack of her ass where I began to move it up and down. I also used my hands to finally get a feel of her gorgeous melons, their mass a dream in my hands. I nibbled on her neck as I massaged her breasts and pumped my shaft up and down her ass. She moved and squirmed against me, obviously enjoying this as much as I was.