Heat in the Hotel Room

Mr. Ridley thought he had the whole weekend planned for us, but I had plans of my own and it meant not seeing much of anything else but what was between our legs. I had always wanted to stay at a hotel with a fireplace where it is freezing outside. The drive there was intoxicating; all I could think about was what was about to transpire on our few days away.  Mr. Ridley drove us to our destination, and on the way I could feel the suspense building for what I had planned. Believe me, the thought crossed my mind more than once to pleasure him on the way; however, I decided to wait. It was the longest drive!

We checked in to the hotel reception. Then I offered to park the car while he took our bags to our room (minus the little silk bag I had hidden in the car.) After he’d gone up, I snuck into the reception restroom and removed my clothes and put on a new purchase, a little something that I knew would dazzle his sight. Then I replaced the sexy long red overcoat and stiletto-heeled boots to conceal his surprise underneath. I felt and looked amazingly sexy.

I entered the hotel room that was well lit with winter rays of sunshine beaming through the french doors and the window above the bed. The room looked spectacular and the fluffy white plush pillows and white sheets and coverlets adorned the bed. Everything in the entire room was white. When we arrived, it was snowing outside and the fire in the room was roaring, just like the fire in between my legs.

Mr. Ridley greeted me at the door and asked if he could remove my jacket while I slipped into something comfortable. (Little did he know I already had.) I could feel my wetness building as he slowly started to unbutton my coat and let it fall to the floor. His eyes grazed over my body with surprise, his seductive eyes quick to fix on my fully erect nipples peeking out from under my very revealing and skimpy black lace bra that barely contained my bulging tits. He has a thing for erect nipples, and I could see his excitement. “WOW!” he said before he pressed his lips against the soft skin under my ear and gently caressed my body, making his way towards my bra strap.

He flicked his finger under the strap so that it fell off my shoulder. He could not resist the desire to touch my nipples as they stood to attention. He wrapped his soft pink tongue around them, and I let out a soft moan into his ear. The fire burning between my thighs blazed higher, and my clit felt as big as a large cherry begging to be popped by his tongue. As he explored my body with his fingers and worked his way down my slender torso with his tongue, he lowered himself to his knees. His hands travelled around to the back of my thigh and down to my stiletto heel, then he lifted my long leg and placed my foot on his knee.

The suspense continued to build; anticipation had made my juices dribble down my thigh, ready to welcome him deep into me. As his tongue travelled back up my leg, it met the evidence of my excitement, and he let out a moan as he tasted my sweetness. He said, “Fuck, the view from here is spectacular,” as he pressed my knee further to the side.

I looked deep into his eyes, then noticed his thick, erect cock with its pre-cum glistening in the sun like the masthead on the ship he was about to drive into my port. His passion and excitement filled me with desire as his fingers danced all around the entrance to my crotchless lingerie. My clit throbbed as he circled my entrance with his fingers before they found their way deep into me, which sent me into a spasm. I had never been so soaking wet. All I could think about was what he was going to do next, and my body ached each time he inserted more fingers into my tight sweet spot.

Before I knew it, he rose to his feet. Leaving his fingers inside of me, he kissed me with such passion whilst his fingers did the talking. The flames in the fireplace leapt and crackled, as did the fire inside of me. I was sweating and panting with every stroke as he introduced more and more fingers into my needy crevice.

By this stage, he had almost all of his fingers deep inside me, pleasuring me. I had to return the favour. I wanted him, all of him, and I could not wait any longer. I grabbed his hard, throbbing cock dripping with pre-cum and twisted the palm of my hand up and down his shaft, embracing it firmly. He sighed with pleasure before I lowered myself and took all of him in my mouth. I worked around that mast like a sail swinging with the wind. Up and down, round and round, I twisted my tongue around his cock in rhythm with my hand and mouth. I concentrated on consistent pressure whilst sucking and used my velvet tongue to pleasure the head of his cock to bring him to ecstasy. When I paused and looked up to see the pleasure on his face, he cried, “Don’t stop baby, don’t stop” and pushed himself further into my watering mouth as I continued to work my magic.

I could feel him getting close to orgasm, which turned me on more. His cock was leaking sweet beads of pre-cum in my mouth and twitching with desire as my tongue brushed over the sensitive head of his engorged cock. I wanted to keep going but knew I couldn’t; my only desire was to fuck and fuck all night long, over and over again. I was getting wetter by the second, and it was running down my thigh.

Then he crouched down, lifted me into his arms. He kissed me ever so passionately, slipping his tongue in and out of my mouth and down my soft, supple neck on to my extremely erect nipples that felt like they were going to pop. Flipping me onto the bed into all of the pillows, he made his way back down to my cherry-sized clit. “Your turn,” he gasped under his breath as he punished my slippery clit.

I wrapped my legs around his neck, thrusting against him. The pleasure was so intense I screamed, “NOW! I want you NOW! All of you!”

He crawled on top of me, his cock so close to my entrance that I could feel it pulsing with excitement. I pushed him to his back, then we rolled around the king-sized bed, kissing. He made his way towards the bed head.

I said to him, “I am the captain now.” As he sat up, I stood over him, leaning up against the headboard. Locking in his gaze, I placed one leg on either side of him and lowered to my knees. My clit was begging me to stop at his lips, but my G-spot had other needs. I slid straight onto his mast and arched my back until I could feel my long blonde hair touch the top of my bum. With my tight vagina wrapped firmly around his cock, I started to ride him and squeeze his shaft as it entered and left me.

He moaned, breathing heavily and grabbing me around my waist as he drew me in closer to feast on my bulging tits. He attacked them as if it were the first time he’d ever seen them, which sent me onto a frenzy.

The pace quickened as I rode him. He kissed me all over in ways he never had before. I could feel an orgasm building more and more intense as I gripped the headboard and plunged and rose on his shaft.

He said, “I don’t want to cum,” but the spark was too intense; I could feel the fire between my legs getting stronger. I didn’t want to cum either—I wanted to keep going, but I could not take it any more. I gave the next few thrusts all I had. My vagina felt like I was going to squirt my juices all over his huge cock, and I screamed with pleasure.

He always loved it when sex became so intense that it tipped me over the orgasmic edge, so I knew it would not be long before he made sure that would happen. He used two of his fingers to tickle my swollen clit. I love clit stimulation, and this time we needed no other toys, just our bodies and the friction and connection we shared. It was coming; I could feel it moments away. I was going to pop! He repositioned himself on the perfect angle to give me a few more slow and hard thrusts, and I squirted all over him, letting out the biggest and most intense scream. I kept going, pumping up and down and bouncing my tits in his face to bring him to climax, wanting him to fill me with his juice.

Before the thought could leave my head, he grabbed a fist full of my long hair and thrust deeper and deeper. I felt his cock swell inside of me as he moaned, grabbed my hips, and pumped his ship deep into my port. Releasing his cum into my pussy, he yelled, “Fuckkkkk!”

We sat and embraced each other for awhile after, both still panting, sweating, and gasping on every breath over what just happened. I could still feel his cock twitching inside me, releasing every last drop as we recovered. I knew this was only round one; I was going to make sure of that and try to inspire envy in the neighbouring hotel rooms.

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16 replies
    • Tango69 says:

      Thanks so much for the words of encouragement. It was so hard putting it into words without risking it being too long but being long enough to paint a nice erotic image for the audience. It was my first story published, but three more to cum.

  1. Roy Hobbs says:

    The only thing better than the picture used was the story! Thank you for sharing that experience! The planning, desire, and raw passion is arousing and inspiring!

    • Tango69 says:

      When I seen the picture they used I have to say they got it spot on. It was like they were in my camera roll. Lol

      I’m so glad you found it arousing and inspiring; it was an arousing experience, to say the least, even rewriting about it. More to cum.

  2. StillLikeNewlyweds says:

    Excellent, hot story! What is it about hotel sex that makes it so hot? We always enjoy it greatly. Nice touch on “parking the car” and changing in the lobby restroom. And I loved your closing line about making neighboring rooms envious. We’ve often said this ourselves. Looking forward to more of your stories.

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