ANNA JAYE WILDE

Hotel Hook Up

 

29/04/16

 

I stepped into the hotel lobby and looked around, not recognising any of the faces. There were families checking out, gym bunnies parading around in their workout clothes and several businessmen looking important on their mobiles and tablets. It was busy and that made me feel more relaxed. The reason I was in a hotel lobby on my own at lunchtime was because I was meeting a date. A date I had been chatting to online for several days and was now about to meet in person. If I’m honest, I was shitting myself.

 

It wasn’t a blind date, I wasn’t that fucking stupid. Tall dark and handsome? Yeah, more likely short, fat, bald and ten years older than expected. I had been exchanging messages with Matt for the last few days and decided we should finally meet. In his picture he looked gorgeous, he was just my type, dark hair, smart and attractive. And if the date should go well, it hadn’t escaped my notice we were in a hotel and well, maybe Matt would get more than a few drinks and we would end up fucking each other’s brains out. I could hope!

 

I grabbed a latte in the café and waited. I pulled out my phone to look busy and started reading my erotic novel on my kindle, a BDSM story about some very intriguing scenarios indeed. In hindsight, sitting in a public place reading about gang bangs and fucking machines may have been a mistake as it only served to make me really horny. I checked my phone for texts and nothing, Matt was now half an hour late and I was getting pissed off.

 

I carried on reading my filthy book and noticed a guy opposite me on his laptop, watching me. He was in a pin sharp navy blue suit that looked very expensive and as I caught his eye he smiled. I smiled back quickly and went back to my book, noticing that he was still watching me. Fucking hell, he was good looking. His dark hair was cropped short and his dark blue eyes popped against the blue of his suit. He wore a couple of days of scruff that was immaculately groomed and I could only imagine what he smelled like... a mix of cologne and climax. What with my filthy book and this stunning man, I could have almost orgasmed on the spot. Fuck, get a grip Mel, you’re meeting someone!

 

Now forty-five minutes late, I decided to text Matt. No reply. Fuck this. The hot guy opposite was still glancing my way and I casually read my book while trying desperately not to look like a sad loser that had been stood up. An hour late, and no texts equals not coming. Fucking bastard. Still, there I was with a wonderful view so I got up to order another coffee and decided to relax. As I queued for my drink, I became aware of a heat next to me.

 

“Can I get that for you?”

 

Oh God. Panty melting voice and orgasm-inducing aftershave. I was so screwed. I turned to see the close up sparkle of those blue eyes in all their glory and tried my best to form a coherent sentence.

 

“You can get me anything you like! I’m Melanie.”

 

“Well in that case, shall we get out of here? I’m Trey by the way.” He took my hand and I didn’t resist. The smell of the man alone could make a crowd of women throw their panties away and beg for eternal fucking.

 

“I saw you watching me,” he said, his eyes glittering with mischief.

 

“Oh, did you? And what was I thinking?”

 

“That would be far too dirty to share.”

 

“Oh no, I think you should.”

 

“You were thinking I should throw you over my shoulder, take you up to my room, rip off your panties and fuck you until you lose the use of your legs.”

 

Damn. The man was observant.

 

I kept quiet but the smile on my face gave me away. He proceeded to put me over his shoulder and carry me to his room and it was so fucking hot. He spanked my ass a few times and I wondered if he knew how wet I was. I love a man to be a man and take charge and I was perfectly happy to let him get on with it. We got to his room and as the door closed behind us he dropped me unceremoniously on the bed, pulled me back up by my hand and flipped me around. He put his hand on my back and pushed me over the bed, bending me over and away from him.

 

His hands moved up my thighs and pulled off my panties, wet with arousal. He took them down and I stepped out of them, needing to feel his touch.

 

“Spread your legs.”

 

I did.

 

“Ass in the air.”

 

It was.

 

“Good girl.” He pushed my dress up so my legs, pussy, ass and lower back were exposed and he stroked my skin softly, smoothing circles over me with gentle but firm movements. Christ Almighty I was dripping down my leg, silently begging for his touch. I had a feeling he would go at his own pace so I kept quiet and enjoyed the sensations.

 

“Hmm, soaking wet, good.”

 

He spanked me again, not painfully, just enough to sting a little and turn me on even more. I heard a zip being pulled down. Oh, fuck, yes, slide inside me, please.

 

“I hope you’re ready.” He stroked my pussy. ”Hell yes, no question.” A finger slipped inside me and he pulled it out. As I looked back at him I watched as he sucked my juice from his hand. Holy fuck, that was hot. I looked down to see his rock hard cock standing to attention and ready for me.

 

“Close your eyes.”

 

I did.

 

“Keep still.”

 

I did.

 

He pushed the head of his cock against my wet pussy and slowly slid inside me, the soft stretch sending tingles right through my body. More. He pressed in deeper. Deeper again. He pushed me down further into the bed so I was at more than a 90 degree angle, much more. My ass was far higher than my head and his cock was so deep inside me. He pushed in as far as he could fit, then thrust in even more. Fucking hell, he felt so fucking perfect inside me.

 

I felt a strange but wonderful sensation as his cock stayed still in my pussy and he gently slipped a finger in my ass. I wasn’t expecting it but oddly enough I trusted him not to hurt me. He didn’t. His finger gently slid into my ass and it felt fucking amazing. I backed up into him and pushed against him, needing more. He began to fuck me slowly and deeply, his finger matching each move of his cock. He moved his other hand around to my clit and softly touched me there too. I was so fucking close to losing my mind. He was touching me everywhere and it was indescribably delicious.

 

He had total control over me at that moment and I loved every damn second. In the bedroom a man needs to be a man and know what he wants, know what I want and damn well give it to me. Hell, he even knew I wanted something I never even thought of before but the finger in my ass gave an extra edge, a deepness to the touch. He rubbed my clit while he fucked me and soon I was spiralling over the edge. I gripped the bed and spread my legs as far as they would go, allowing him the depth I craved.

 

I screamed out in pleasure as wave after wave flowed into me, the perfect orgasm that seemed to last forever. His cock began to jerk inside me and I felt a warmth in my pussy as he came hard, his finger still in my ass and his cock deep inside. He shuddered and pulsed and filled me with every last drop of his come, his beautiful cock giving way to his release. Slowly, softly, he pulled out of me.

 

I could barely move and my whole body resisted me when I tried to stand. A strong hand pulled me up and turned my shaky legs around before sitting me beside him on the edge of the bed. I could hardly speak so I just smiled at him and looked into those eyes. There was a warmth, a kindness on his face.

 

“You okay?”

 

“Damn right I’m okay! I may not have the use of my legs for the foreseeable future but I’m sure I can manage!”

 

“So I delivered on my promise?”

 

“Definitely!”

 

“Lucky for me your date didn’t turn up.”

 

“Wait. How do you know about that?”

 

“Nicely dressed but not business-like. Constantly checking your phone. Trying to look casual but a flicker of disappointment when nobody’s called. Am I right?”

 

I blushed. “Yeah. He seemed really nice too. Never mind.”

 

“Well, his loss was most definitely my gain…”

 

I had to agree!