I had gotten up yesterday morning not feeling all that well: my hayfever had come back after a long dormancy period, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to handle a sexual encounter with someone new while sneezing my head off. However, by the time I'd been in the office for a couple of hours, the itchy nose subsided, the watery eyes disappeared, and my allergy symptoms were gone. Whether I willed that to happen, or I just got lucky, I don't know (and I don't care!). I sent Mel a text and said we were on. I booked a room in a retro hotel near both of us (for a decent price too) and set the meet time for 3:30. Mel said she'd be there. She texted me a half-hour ahead of time to confirm. Given the fact that I'd canceled on her twice last year, I can understand her doubts that I'd actually show up. But, as I received that text I was packing up my desk to get ready to leave. "Heading over there now," I replied.
It took me far too long to get the three miles from my office to the hotel: a full 20 minutes! I guess no one realized or even cared that I needed to get laid. Mel texted me that she was about 15 minutes early.
As I passed the hotel I saw her standing on the sidewalk, looking at her phone (what else does one do when alone?). I was stopped at the corner just passed her and I texted, "Nice red dress. See you soon."
I checked in and made my way to the first floor room, overlooking a crowded pool with lots of guests milling about. Good thing: it would be loud enough outside to muffle the sounds of two lovers gettin' busy! I texted the room number to Mel and she was there within two minutes.
Now, in my previous posts about Mel, which didn't reveal that much, I noted that she was curvy and in her 20s. Pictures she'd sent me suggested that she was curvy, but the photos also suggested that she was just a little chunky (though not in a bad way) and somewhat tall. However, the woman who waltzed into my hotel room was definitely curvy and sexy, but petite and slender. I don't think she stood more than 5'3" without her heels. I was very pleasantly surprised!
We exchanged hugs and a brief kiss before I took out the envelope, a condom and the lube. I then asked her if she'd like to shower. Since she'd already had one, I said I'd just be a minute to freshen up. She took off her dress to reveal a slender, very tan body encased in black lingerie. The tan lines revealed that she was very dark indeed compared to her natural skin tone.
Hurrying through the shower I came out wrapped in my towel and lay on the bed facing her and she sat on the edge. We got a little acquainted, with her reminding me of her profession (sales in a health-related field) and telling me her true age (early 30s). Then she casually removed her bra. I was more than happy with everything I was seeing and hearing.
Soon we started making out. Lots of tongue. My cock started stirring as she reached down to stroke it. I played with her breasts, which I have to say were less than spectacular. Not firm at all, a bit droopy. Similar to Rachel from last year. They actually appeared to have shrunk from a previous larger size. I wondered if she'd had implants removed, but I saw no visible scars anywhere. Maybe she'd lost a lot of weight, but I saw no stretch marks anywhere. Oh, well, I thought, the rest of her was gorgeous. I can put up with this negative.
Mel also had nine tats that I could see. Two were quite large, but not unattractive. I paid no attention to them while we were playing, but we did talk about them later. The stories around some of them were compelling.
"This should be in the Guiness Book of Records," she said, holding my cock and looking up at me. I smiled and laughed at the hyperbole, but I wanted to establish a boundary about this. "OK, OK," I said, smiling, "since this is our first time together, I'll give you a free pass today and you can make whatever comments you like about my size. Get it out of your system. But you need to know that I'm not fond of comments made about my size." "Why not?" she asked. "Well, being told, 'Oh my God, it'll never fit!' can sort of get tiring, especially when I know very well that it will fit." She laughed, then opened her mouth to begin sucking.
Mel gave me a world-class blow job, lots of saliva, great hand work, nice massaging of my balls. It reminded me of my first wife's talents, which were formidable and could get me off in just a few minutes (I was much younger and less in control of myself back then!). She got me extremely hard and got me to the edge, but before I came, I sat up, took hold of her shoulders and flipped her on her back.
I kissed her some more before making my way down to her pussy. The second I flicked my tongue on her clit, she started to moan and grind on my face. She kept still just enough so that I didn't have to hold her down the way I've had to do with others. After about five or so minutes, and after I'd hit her with all my tricks, she let loose a thundering orgasm, clamping her legs around my head and grabbing my hand to get my fingers out of her. So cute!
I came up to her and kissed her again and grinded my cock against her. She looked at me, smiled, and motioned to the side table with her eyes, a clear signal that she wanted me to get the condom. "What?" I asked. "Can we have sex now?" she said. "Of course," I laughed. Got lubed up, slipped on the condom, lubed the outside, and entered her missionary.
The sex was aggressive and animalistic, with her legs practically behind her head. A little like this:
As we fucked, Mel said, over and over, "Fuck, fuck, fuck" practically every other second. Except, for whatever reason, it came out like "Feck, feck, feck." When she came, her body completely tensed up and her breath caught in her throat. It was intense.
I wasn't ready to cum yet, so I lifted her up and drew her on top of me. Her droopy tits were swinging all over the place as I grabbed her firm ass and lifted her up and down on me. She was soaking wet; I could feel her juiciness all over her butt and my legs. She came again -- "feck, feck, feck!" -- leaning down to me as I thrust up into her, practically bouncing us both off the bed. Her long dark hair got in my face and I could smell that she'd burned it with a curling iron. After a few more minutes of this sprint, I came hard and long, though I knew that I left very little in terms of deposit in the condom. As she rolled off me, she said, "That was amazing! I need to do a workout BEFORE seeing you!"
She rinsed off in the shower and I cleaned myself off before we both rejoined each other on the bed. I asked about her tats. The largest, a large bird, commemorated her father's passing a few years back, while another one was an animal that she liked that represented strength and longevity. The rest were much smaller, including one that was between two of her fingers. She had a red heart on her butt.
She moved to the west coast from my home state right after her father passed, first moving to where C/Hayden/Mrs. B now lives, before moving to our city four years ago. She is a bit of a lost soul, with a few good friends but no real passion in life (or at least none that she shared with me). She has a bachelors degree but doesn't work in a field that allows her to use it. She got deeply in debt trying to make ends meet and is now trying her hand at sugaring to dig out. She had two arrangements since we first contacted each other: one lasted a couple of months, with a married man who wanted more than a mistress; and one with a single guy who told her he wanted to date her. She didn't want that at all. "What if he got me pregnant?" She wasn't on birth control. She very clearly told me that she wanted just to have someone to play with and someone to help her with her debts. Nothing more. My kinda girl!
Our talk got a little more intimate. Her story about her father's death got me talking about losing my father-in-law a few months ago and about the 400 people who'd shown up to his funeral and how we'd all honored him in death. She said, "You're gonna make me cry now," and she started tearing up. So sweet! I just pulled her close and held her for a minute. It touched me that she was so empathetic.
One other thing I discovered as we talked: she and I share the same sense of optimism. You'll recall how I look at people by trying to see the best in them at all times, which sometimes can get me into trouble if I'm not careful. I started to think that I'd stumbled into something pretty cool with Mel. Perhaps we could do this fairly regularly.
After a little more chat, I rolled over on top of Mel and we started making out again. I got hard again and she asked if I had another condom. "Sure," I said, "but don't you want to feel me inside you first? I'm probably not going to cum again, and even if I do, nothing will come out." I explained about the medication I take that prevents me from ejaculating, and then promised I'd put one on in a few seconds. She consented and I slipped into her. Oh my, was she wet! I could've gone all day like this, but true to my word, I withdrew after about a minute and put on another condom. Once it was on, she said, "Do you mind if I ride you for a little while?" "Music to my ears, babe," I replied, "it's my fave position!"
Mel rode me hard just like she did before. I pulled her close to me and fucked her as hard as I could. Sort of like this:
Coming up for air after a minute or so, she said, "Oh my god, this feels so good, it doesn't make sense!" "Huh?" I said, "what does that mean?" She started babbling, speaking in tongues, she was totally incoherent! I realized it was like she was intoxicated, so I just kissed and fucked her some more till she had another orgasm. "I want you to cum again," she said.
Knowing that I wasn't going to climax if I wore the condom, I asked if she'd get me off orally. I washed up and came back to the bed, where she was eagerly waiting to suck me. She gave it her all, and I got close a couple of times, but I just couldn't go over the edge. Determined to get off now, I stopped her, sat up, turned her around, and entered her from behind. I had no condom on, so it didn't take long. I got all the way to the edge and pulled out, jerking my cock so I could cum. I had a glorious orgasm. "Oh my God," she said, turning around to look at me, "you are so talented! I came with you." She held up her hand to high-five me! Wha??? I wiped the drop of cum that came out of me and onto her butt, then hit her with that hand, which made her laugh.
After chatting a little while longer, it got late and we hurriedly got dressed and out of there.
I am definitely going to see this woman again. I told her I wasn't ready to call anything an arrangement, but that I wanted to continue hooking up and chatting. She was totally down for that. "I walked in here not knowing what to expect, but I wasn't at all expecting you to be such a sweet guy. Plus you made me cum so many times!" "Part of that is your doing, babe," I replied. "I can only make you cum if you're open enough."
I'm pretty happy.