This is my second story ever written. The story is about a few fantasies that my ex-girlfriend and I had. Hope you enjoy.
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As I look out of the window, I see that the sun has already set. The train was unbearably late. We had to stop down the line for twenty minutes for some inane reason. The train was supposed to be in Geneva almost an hour ago. Of course, my phone died, but hopefully the station would have alerted people somehow. As the train pulls into the station, I see her blue car parked in the lot. She's leaning against the front end with a smile on her face.
"At least she's not upset," I thought. When the train stops, I walk out with my backpack. I was only staying the night, so I only brought the essentials: one set of clothes, a bottle of vodka, a tiny plastic bag of something special and enough condoms to last me a week. Never hurts to be prepared.
As I approach her car, she takes her sunglasses off and tells me, "You know how unbelievably late you are?"
"Not my fault. Blame the conductor."
"Mm-Hmm," she says as she smirks back at me. "Get in the car."
We drive down the road for a few minutes. We start chatting, talking about the good old days and how our summers are going. I notice that we are no where near where her house is supposed to be.
"Where are we going?" I asked. Again, she smirked at me.
"Don't worry about it."
After a little while, my mind starts to wander. Where is she taking me? We've already passed enough bars to know we aren't drinking. We are travelling in the exact opposite direction of her house. What could she be planning?
The car starts slowing down. I look around to see where we are. There isn't too much to see. A few restaurants, a car wash and...
A hotel.
She pulls in to the parking lot and parks in front of a room in the back. She takes a set of keys out of her pocket and shows them to me. Apparently, she's already rented the room. We take out sparse amount of luggage and walk into the room. It is not bad. There is a big bed in the center with ample amount of room for two people. I sit down to test the bed. She picks up her bag, winks at me and walks into the bathroom.
As I am sitting on the bed, I start to wonder what she could be doing in there. The fan is on, so I can't hear what is going on. After a few minutes, I can barely handle it anymore. What is she doing?!?
All of a sudden, I hear shower turn on. My spirits sink a little. Apparently, I'm going to have to wait a little longer to see what she has planned. However, I notice something a little strange. The door has been opened. It is just a crack, but I can see into the bathroom. I step out of the bed and walk silently over to the door. As I peak inside the door, I can see the entire span of the room. The shower curtains are not pulled all of the way shut. Inside the shower, I can see her entire body wet and dripping from the water.
"Oh my god!" I think. "She's touching herself." She is leaning against the back of the shower with one of her legs on the side of the other wall. Her fingers are gently rubbing up and down her slit. Her eyes are closed and she is showing immense pleasure in what she is doing to herself. After a few seconds, I notice her fingers are starting to penetrate into her and she starts moaning lightly. At this point, I cannot take it anymore and get an idea in my head. Why don't I just come in and help her?
I strip down in the main room of the hotel room. This has to be done with a little finesse. I quietly open the door as quietly as I can, all of the while keeping an on her to make sure she doesn't see me. When I reach the edge of the shower, I pull the curtains, but the rings clang against the pole. Her eyes do not open, but her legs spread a little more and she increases her pace a little.
"This was her idea the whole time..." I think to myself.
I step into the shower and put my arms around her body. She takes her fingers out and puts them in her mouth. She finally opens her mouth and smiles at me while she cleans off her fingers. Before she's done, she takes her fingers and puts them in my mouth. I can still taste her as I lick her clean. Our bodies press up against each other and our mouths connect. Her tongue rushes into my mouth. My hand comes up and runs through her hair, pressing her mouth against mine. My other hand is rubbing her back, side and ass.