I meet my fuck buddy Jake for the first time in 4 months. We catch up with drinks, and then decide to go back to his hotel. He looks just as good as I remember. He smells even better. It takes all of my willpower not to jump him in the elevator…
Jake is sitting in a secluded corner of the restaurant’s lounge bar. The seats are stylish, plush but low. I’m a little over 15 minutes late thanks to road works by Westminster. He’s sat with his back to the doorway which lets me sneak up behind him.
“Hey stranger” I whisper in his ear. He jumps a little, but chuckles when he turns his head to kiss me on my cheek. I sit down in the opposite seat, taking the cocktail menu he passes over to me. I’m wearing a little black dress. Very little. It barely covers my bum as I sit down. When I cross my legs over the material rides up even more. I’m not wearing any panties and Jake knows it. The waiter that comes over at that precise moment knows it too.
This is one of my favourite restaurants to go to. I’m not a big fan of alcohol, but they have a very tasty cocktail based on jasmine tea and yuzu. Two glasses later and I’m laughing at Jake’s story about a fishing trip. Another three glasses later and we’re sitting in silence.
The good kind of silence. The I want to you to push me against this door and fuck me kind of silence. Sexual tension is fizzing in the short space between us. He smells so good, musky with a hint of timber. The top button of his shirt is undone and my eye keeps going back to it. I want to reach over and undo the rest of his shirt buttons. I want to run my hands down his chest.
Last time we me this chest hair was just long enough to curl slightly. I was able to grip my hands in them as he was inside me. How his chest muscle felt so firm and masculine above my own sweating body. Dirty memories race through my head as Jake sits casually back in his chair, sipping an old fashioned. I uncross my legs. Slowly. After a long moment, Jake manages to look up at me and we mutually agree it’s time to head back to his hotel.
The waiter is called over, the bill is paid and I try not to flash my bum at anyone else when I get up. This dress really is too small. It hugs at my waist, barely covers my bum and pushes my breasts up so that they almost spill out. It’s the kind of dress that tells Jake that I’ve truly missed my fuck buddy.
Back at his hotel we quickly cross the lobby and get into the elevator. As soon as the door closes and the right floor button has been pushed, our lips are locked. His hands are scrunching my hair, pulling me into him. I’m finally able to start undoing his pesky shirt buttons. Pushing me up against the mirrored wall Jake grinds up against me and I can feel the outline of his hard cock through his trousers.
The doors open and we somehow manage to pull ourselves away from each other. He grabs my hand and we practically run down the corridor. I’m giggling, tipsy from the cocktails, drunk from the sexual tension. He fishes his key card out and holds the door open for me.
I have an idea. Stepping in front of him, I walk through the room towards the bed. I can hear him following behind me. Before I hear the door closing, I’ve already pull the dress up and over my head. Turning around, I can see his jaw has dropped. It’s been 4 months, but here I stand with nothing but stockings and high heels on.
I smile at him before turning around to close the curtains. Jake comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and starts to kiss my shoulder and neck. One hand reaches up and cups my left breast. The nipple is already taunt and he pulls at it with his finger and thumb. I press back into him, feeling his erection against my bum.
Still playing with my nipple with one hand, he reaches down with the other to discover how wet I am. I can feel him smile against my skin. His fingers stroke up and down, before he brings them to my mouth. I take one finger, then the other in my mouth. Slowly sucking on them, I can taste my own excitement. Salty but sweet in it’s own way.
Turning around to face him, I finish undoing all of his shirt buttons. I impatiently try to pull his shirt and jacket off him. He is undoing his belt buckle. His shirt comes off, then his trousers. His boxers and socks follow in quick succession. My eyes widen a little when I see his cock. It’s bigger than I remember. Hot under my fingers, I stroke his entire length a few times.
I coax him to the bed. His lips are against mine and we’re kissing again. Passionately. It’s as if I’m trying to fight him with my mouth. His tongue tackles mine. I bite his bottom lip. He pinches my nipple. We’re both so ready for this, and yet instead of diving straight in, we’re egging each other further.
Who will be the first to break? I scratch my fingers down his back, feeling the hard muscles underneath. He nibbles on my ear, knowing it’s my weak spot. We’ both whispering frantically at each other, but I don’t know what we’re saying. His hands are in my hair, and I’m pulling at his.
My legs are wrapped around his waist and he is gyrating against me. His cock is so close. I feel it rub against my clit, it’s already coated with a thin layer of my juices. He needs to be inside me. I want it so bad that I’m thrusting my hips up at him. Trying to get his cock to penetrate me. Fill me up my body pleads.
Understanding, he lines himself up. We both hold our breath in, and then in one fantastic moment I feel perfect. I can feel his cock pushing up inside me, stretching me out and filling me up. It feels so good. So good that I cry out and pull him down on me harder. I want it as deep as possible. I want him to really fuck me tonight.
He lifts my legs up onto his shoulders, folding my body in half. With the new leverage, he pushes himself even deeper inside me. It feels overwhelming but not painful. I nearly climax then and there. Waves of pleasure rip through my body and I’m shaking underneath him. He pulls out slightly and then slams straight back in. I choke out a moan of pleasure.
He starts a steady rhythm. Slow. Steady. Hard. Every time he thrusts his cock back inside me a new wave of pleasure explodes inside my head. I bite on his shoulder to stop myself from crying out. My hands are behind my head, bracing up against the headboard to steady my own body.
We’re hot and sweating, caught up in the intensity of the moment. We kiss, out mouths violently clashing against each other, Jake not missing a beat in his tempo. I manage to turn around, lie face down. I moan into the pillows, but the sounds still fill the room. Jake’s hands are on my waist, positioning himself again.
He fucks me like this. Me spread out completely flat on the bed. My arms wrapped around the pillows that I’m trying to muffle my moans of pleasure. I lift my hips up as much as possible. His cock enters me from behind. Holding onto my waist for support, he slams in deep and hard. He rides me hard and fast and I feel myself getting pushed closer and closer to the edge.
My head is swimming and just as I feel my own orgasm starting to ripple through me, I feel Jake’s sperm shooting inside me. It feels hot. His cock twitches as he pumps more and more inside me. I can feel some dripping out, mixing with my own juices on the bedsheets. He collapses on top of me, but doesn’t pull out. We lie like that for a while, panting and sweating.
My body is tingling. I’m too hot, too sweaty, but it just feels so good. The room smells of sex. I lie on the bed listening to our breathing and the low whirl of the air conditioning. I’m mentally calculating how long a rest we’ll need before we can go again. Jake must be a mind reader, because he starts to kiss my neck. His hands reach around and cup my breasts. I feel his cock slowly grow inside me, and laughing I push my bum back into him.