The weekend escape-part 1

Sends message....

"Hey, I'm staying in the Esplanade Motel, room 7(lucky 7), I've just showered and am getting comfortable. Come say hi if you're not busy"

Send.

I'm still damp from the shower, my hair and that strip down the middle of my back. I have a towel wrapped around my waist. A visible bulge at the front gives a hint at what I know is coming. Although, I mustn't appear too thirsty.

I have a big decision, get dressed to make a good first impression, or stay wrapped in my towel?

I decide on spraying on some cologne, and getting dressed. After all, why should you get all of the fun first?

I find a cold bottle of water in the fridge, and take some big gulps. The coolness is a shock to my throat and body. AFter our chats, and the heat they've produced, I'm going to need all the chill I can get, when I become acquainted with the real thing.

The wait feels like a few hours, even though it is only a few minutes. I sense the urgency in your text reply- "I'm on my way, I 'm ready".

I pace the room, constantly checking myself in the mirror. Then the knock....

I open the door. The light behind you makes you glow. A familiar throb downstairs commences. Your perfume is intoxicating, and I resist the urge to yank you inside the door.

I take your hand and guide you in, almost chivalrous.

"It's nice to finally meet you". I pull you in for a gentle kiss on the cheek. The perfume hits me again, and I stifle a moan in the back of my throat, as my hand slips around your waist.

I fight the urge to kiss you deeply. I know it will come soon enough.

You take a seat on the bed, and we make general conversation- the traffic, how the ride down was, what the plans for tonight and tomorrow will contain, skirting around the obvious.

I look at you as you sit. Your top is fitted, but not too tight, which shows your ample breasts, but also hides the mum bod beneath. Your skirt, pulled tight on your thighs, hides nothing.

I watch as you cross, and recross your legs the other way. I see the delicate lightness of your skin, and imagine how soft it feels. I move to adjust the tension in my jeans.

"Have I made such an impression already?", you question.

I blush a little.

"Is it that obvious?", I reply. I know it is. But the tension is building, so I'm happy to run with it.

I move to sit next to you on the bed. As it sags, it almost pulls us closer together. As a reflex,I reach out to steady myself,and my hand falls heavily on your thigh.

Your sudden breath is audible. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, and adrenaline rushes through my body.

"Sorry", I blurt out. To calm my concerns you place your hand on mine, giving a gentle squeeze.

"It's OK."

I see a sparkle in your eye, almost a suggestion of what should follow. I look you in the eye as I move in closer,

"If you want to stop at any time, just let me know."

My eyes are swapping from looking you in the eye, to your lips. I move closer, and take a deep breath of the cloud of fragrance, and kiss your lips. I pull back, waiting for your reaction.

You wantonly grab the front of my shirt, and pull me back in. Our lips return opposite sucks, top lip, bottom lip, our tongues intertwine, and explore each other's mouths.

We kiss, and fall to the bed. Hands wandering wherever they want, gasps and moans fall freely from our mouths.

We fall apart, catching our breath. I look at you and notice your skirt has ridden up, exposing the silky panties you selected for this appointment. Your hair has fallen out of the neatness it was in when you arrived. I can only imagine it getting messier, and sweatier as we continue. After all, you have only been here 15 minutes.

My throbbing member is begging for release.

I move from the bed,and stand up, grabbing your hands, and pulling you to your feet.

I kiss you again, this time sliding my hands around your waist, then down to cup your ass.

We are far too clothed to continue much from here.

You reach for the hem of my shirt, and in one swift move, hoist it up my body, and over my head. You run your fingers through the hair on my chest, down past my belly button, and to my belt. You tug the loose end, and fight with the buckle. I hold your hands to slow you down. After all, there is no rush. I have nowhere to go, and you're not expected home for at least 3 hours.

You have worn easy access clothes. A soft t-shirt, and a skirt made of a similar material. In a blur, and using your previously exhibited skill, your own shirt falls into a discarded heap near the bed. Your bra is simple, yet sexy. I haven't told you how sexy I find "normal".

I spin you around, grab your hips, and pull you against the tent in my jeans. I run my hands up your body , and cup each breast, testing their weight. I tilt my head in, biting your neck lightly. Goosebumps spring up down your arms as your body subconsciously responds.