by Mia Carson
I stepped out for some air, onto a terrace on the west side of the banquet hall. It might only have been April, but even approaching midnight, the Texas air was warm and dry and smelled sweet. The terrace looked out over the hotel’s rounded swimming pool and beyond, over grasslands, trees, and the night-black waters of the Colorado River. I wondered where that guy from earlier had run off to.
He had looked to be over six feet, with some muscle to him. I had an image in my head. I don’t know where it came from, but it was of him. His neat, swept-back hair fell in tousled strands over his face. His face was above me, intimately close to mine, while he pushed himself inside me. Wow. I could almost feel him deep within me. The feeling was so strong I had to lean against the rail to steady myself.
That was intense. I must have been hornier than I realized. I counted on my fingers, and yes, it had been over ten days since I last had sex. Even longer since I last touched myself. It had been such a busy couple of weeks, I hadn’t realized. Poor Derek. No wonder he was so upset. Everything about us began to make more sense now.
“I hope you’re okay,” a man’s voice said from behind me. I looked around and, of course, there he was. “You look a little unsteady…do you need to sit?”
“I’ll be okay, thank you.” I tried to smile but my mouth felt dry. I don’t normally suffer from embarrassment, but I felt a heat rise in my cheeks, as if what this man had done to me in my imagination had been broadcast in a big technicolor cartoon thought bubble above my head and he had seen everything.
“If you’re sure,” he said. A little self-assured smile crept across his face, so I was certain he somehow knew exactly what I was thinking. Maybe sensing my discomfort, he looked out across the river. “Quite a view, isn’t it? I confess, I used to think Texas was all dry deserts, cactuses, and sun-bleached steer skulls.”
“You’re thinking of Arizona.”
“Yeah, that’s it. I get confused by all the states and countries after a while,” he mused. “Looking at the landscape, who can tell Germany from Britain, or Japan from Australia? You know?”
“I’m an Austin native, so you’re asking the wrong gal,” I told him.
He laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you trip over all the names I was dropping.”
It was my turn to laugh. “You’re forgiven.”
I turned and looked at him as he took in the scenery. He was definitely much bigger than the bike racers inside—had to be six-two and two hundred pounds. He was also much older, at least mid-thirties, and wore a suit and shirt that were very expensive, as were his watch, cufflinks, and shoes. In the soft light from the braziers on the terrace, I saw a class ring glint on his finger. When he took a sip, I made out the MIT logo on it; he must be some sort of high-priced engineer. Either that, or I was actually talking to Tony Stark without his Iron Man suit. I couldn’t quite place his west-coast accent, which made sense if he’d been traveling the world for years.
“So, I take it you travel around with a race team?” I asked him.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, turning to me, “why don’t we keep it simple? I know you’re from Austin, you know I travel. I’m James.” He extended a hand, which I held for a second.
“Summer.”
“And let’s leave it at that. No last names, no jobs, no history, no baggage. Just be who you want to be for tonight. What do you say?” That self-assured smile was infectious.
The corners of my mouth started to turn upwards as I stared into his face. I felt a definite tingle deep inside my shamelessly hungry vagina at the thought of a completely anonymous one-night stand with this guy. It would have been even hotter if I’d used a fake name. Shame I didn’t think of it in time. I wondered if he was really called James.
“Sounds good to me, James. Where would you like to start?” I asked him.
“Well, first I’d like to tell you that you are the most alluring, enthralling, tempting, and effortlessly sexy woman I’ve seen in as long as I can remember.”
“Wow,” I breathed. That was such a line, but it was still nice to hear, especially delivered in that measured, unhurried tone of his. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“No, not all.”
We’d turned towards each other, and without realizing it, moved closer to each other. I had to crane my neck to look into his deep blue eyes, and our faces were only about twelve inches apart. The warm, masculine smell of him washed over me.
“And second?” I whispered. He looked blank. “First, you told me I was sexy. What was second?”
“Oh, yeah. Second.” Our faces were very close now. I could feel his fresh breath on my face, like the most miniscule shift in wind patterns would push our lips together. “Second, I ask you, as an Austin native, if you know where we can go for some privacy?”
I was aching, longing to feel his soft mouth on mine. My desperate pussy was moist. Without a word, I took his hand and led him off the terrace, down a flight of stone steps to the pool, and along the side of the building. A gravel path led to a courtyard that faced a parking lot on the east side of the hotel. Streetlights threw a hazy glow over the area.
I had taken control. We stopped, and I pushed him hard against the wall. I looked him in his beautiful blue eyes and pulled his face to mine until our foreheads met. I looked from his eyes to his mouth and back again. My heart pounded, and I was close to panting already. I licked my lips, but I’d decided I was not going to kiss him on the mouth. If it felt this good to not kiss him, I wouldn’t kiss him.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I growled at him.
“Not as hard as I'm going to fuck you,” he growled right back.
I couldn’t tell where this intensity was coming from, but I liked it. His face was mostly in shadow, but I could make out his eyes, twinkling in the darkness. I maintained eye contact as I pulled his shirt out of his pants. Then I pulled his pants open urgently as his hands played up and down my back and over my ass. I finally felt his clothes drop to the ground, and I held him in my hands. He was already hard, so I slid my left hand under his balls as I ran the fingers of my right hand up and down his firm shaft. He let out a sigh as I traced every bump and vein along his impressive length, our heads still pressed together.
My hands moved to his chest. I pushed him back against the wall again and slowly sank to my knees until I stared directly at his big, firm cock, which twitched under my gaze. A smile played over my lips as I looked him in the eye once more, saw the need, the lust, and the yearning on his face, then slipped my wet lips over the tip. My arms were against his stomach and chest, and using my mouth alone, I slid my lips as far down his shaft as I could and took his dick all the way to the back of my throat. He moaned as I held him there, his hot rod resting on my soft tongue. I could have finished him very quickly. The feeling of power was intoxicating. At my will, I could make his knees buckle, his eyesight disappear, and his cock explode in my mouth. Despite the almost painful throbbing from my pussy, I was sorely tempted to rock his world, and that only made me hornier. His dick was almost throbbing in time with me, with the pulsing in my clit; I couldn’t keep our sexes apart any longer.
I stood and pulled him away from the wall, turned, and leaned against it myself. He watched hungrily as I raised my dress. I exposed my smooth, bald pussy to him, and he was on me instantly. He put two hands under my bare buttocks and lifted me up, my back against the wall. I tried to maintain eye contact as I felt him nudging against my wet slit, but I was so open and ready for him, he slipped right in.
“Oh, absolutely…!” was what tumbled surprisingly from my mouth. I could feel him inside me, every inch slowly sliding deeper and deeper. I felt as if I was at my limit, my poor pussy stretched to breaking, so full, until he pushed even deeper. A small whimper escaped my lips as I felt my clit rub up against the base of his cock.
I tried to stay quiet—we were out in the open, after all—but moans escaped me as his strong arms held me still and he glided in and out of m
e. I put my hands around his neck and pressed my forehead against his again, and his thrusts became harder and faster. I could feel a heat growing in my pussy, radiating out through my whole body. That heat turned into an electric, almost burning ecstasy that threatened to take over my very being. My vision blurred and my head felt like collapsing in on itself. My body went limp, my arms slipped from his shoulders, and my neck no longer supported my head. The only contribution I could continue to make to our fucking was the high-pitched groans he forced out of me every time he pushed his hard dick urgently back inside me until, finally, an almighty drive sent me over the edge.
I felt as if I was falling and started to panic before wave after wave of excruciating pleasure lifted me up and crashed through me. And it didn’t stop. He kept forcing himself urgently deep inside me and every firm plunge prolonged my orgasm. I couldn’t stop coming. He wouldn’t stop fucking me, and my loins wouldn’t stop exploding in rapture.
“Oh…fuck. Oh…fuck.” I barely managed to breathe the words. “Won’t…you…ever…come? Please…I…can’t…take…much…more…”
He pushed himself inside, deeper than he had ever gone before, and an uncontrolled scream ripped from my throat. I thought I could feel him pulsing there as my orgasm finally began to slip slowly away.
We stayed like that for a long minute, panting against each other, his cock still firmly imbedded within me.
“I… oh my. What just happened?” I stammered, my body vibrating. He smiled at me and, without a word, pulled out and lowered me to the ground. His cock was still rock hard, and after a quick check, I found he hadn’t come. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling inadequate. I mean, how difficult was it to make a man come?
“Absolutely nothing.” He smiled. He led me this time, across the courtyard, holding his pants up with his free hand. “If I’m only going to get one shot with you, I’m damn well going to make the most of it.”
He almost dragged me to the low wall that overlooked the parking lot, and with a force I was not used to, turned me and bent me over it. My heart was in my mouth. This felt dangerous, and I was not entirely comfortable. I had no chance to object, though, before he pushed my skirt up, exposing my ass and waiting, wet pussy, and shoved his dick back into me, hard.
I cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, as his tip hit something deep inside me. He pulled back out, slipping deliciously along my inside walls. I felt every vein and ridge as he glided across my most intimate areas. He stopped, a single, throbbing inch of him still poised exasperatingly at my slick entrance.
“You want me inside you?” he whispered from behind me.
“Yes,” I breathed, still trembling from my first orgasm. The sensations had not yet died, and every twitch of him or small movement sent exciting pulses though my body, edging me closer towards oblivion.
“Beg,” he ordered.
“Please.”
“What was that? Please what?”
“Please, fuck, put your big cock back inside me… Oh fuck!” I screamed as he penetrated me again, driving himself so deep I couldn’t take it. He slammed himself into me, over and over. Small yelps of pleasure erupted from me as he continued to thrust. I saw people crossing the parking lot below us. James leaned forward, still fucking me, and clamped his hand over my mouth. I was turned on even more, my cries changing to muffled gasps under his strong hand.
He increased his pace. I swear his cock was growing. Those waves of ecstasy started lapping at the shores of my full pussy once more, bringing me closer and closer to coming again. I had lost control of myself again, and as I felt him shove so hard, one last time, I banged the wall beside me with my fist, then punched his arm, forcing his hand away from my mouth, and screamed in orgasm once more. My legs weakened, my knees trembled, and only his amazing dick, practically spearing me to the wall, stopped me from falling. My pussy felt like it was on fire as, finally, his cock released its hot load inside me. Pulse after pulse shot jet after jet of cum deep into my grateful pussy.
A couple in the parking lot looked up at the noise, but we were hidden in the half-light. My body began to come back to itself, and I felt the final spasms of his orgasm fade, his iron bar of a dick softening. Both still panting, he dropped to the ground, and we scooted around until we were sitting side by side, our backs against the wall.
“Well,” he muttered between breaths, “that was…”
“I know…”
My head was still spinning, and I couldn’t keep the stupid smile off my face as my body started to relax. A blissful feeling of quiet, stress-free euphoria exuded from my sore but satisfied pussy, flowing through every muscle and fiber of my body.
“Now what?” I asked him.
“I thought that was it.” He laughed as he stood and pulled up his pants. “But, if you like, I’d be honored if you let me buy you a drink.”
“That’s a bit backwards,” I smiled. “But sure.”
I let him help me up and wriggled my dress down so I was decent. Soon enough, we looked presentable, if a little sloppy.
“By the way,” he said as we headed back into the hotel, “going commando? Nice!”
James
Fuck. What a fuck. That was the only way I could describe it. One world-class fuck. I figured that would be it, and I also figured we’d be up in my suite, not against a wall outside the hotel. I just couldn’t get enough of her, though. Summer. She was even more stunning close up than from across the hall. And so sexy. That hot mouth, those sultry, mischievous, pure-green eyes, that firm, beautiful butt. Man, that exquisite, smooth, and welcoming pussy.
And the noises she made, the lack of kissing, the fact that she deliberately came to this dinner without any underwear. Everything about her was sheer sex. I was sure she would be gone as soon as I came. When she agreed to stick around, I felt my heart flip. We opted to make use of my suite over her regular room. I let her in, and she ran through to the bedroom immediately.
“I’m starving. Can you order me a burger or something?” she called as she disappeared. I phoned room service for a couple of burgers and some fries. I had them add a bottle of champagne as well, for a touch of class. I heard the shower running as I hung up, and the bedroom door opened.
“Summer…” I managed as I turned around, but the rest of the words disappeared from my brain altogether. She stood in the doorway that linked my suite’s lounge to its bedroom, piling her glorious hair up onto her head, completely naked. Despite the last ten minutes’ exertions, my cock began to stiffen again. Her skin was flawless, toned, and tanned. Her long neck drew down to her slender shoulders, which then filled out into the most perfect, pert, full pair of breasts I had ever seen, each pointed with a small, beautiful pink nipple. My dick grew larger as my eyes traveled down her luscious body, over her trim waist with a single silver bar piercing to highlight her naval, down her slim hips, and onto the bare mound between her supple, shapely legs. “Oh my god…” I realized it was me talking as her face showed an amused and contented smiled.
“I think we need a shower, James,” she purred at me. “Follow me in your own time.”
I stripped off my clothes and chased after her. The luxurious bathroom was finished in white and beige, with twin sinks on the marble countertop, a separate, claw-footed tub, and a shower big enough for six people. The screen door was open and steam quickly filled the room, but all I saw was Summer’s naked form in the cubicle. She faced away from me. My mind pictured the warm water cascading down her chin, pooling into small rivulets and running seductively down her bare breasts.
I stole in behind her and ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms to finally caress those stunning, stunning tits. My dick twitched as I touched her, throbbing gently against her equally sexy ass. I heard an appreciative moan as she reached back and wrapped her fingers softly around my engorged shaft. The light contact made me shudder, which seemed to please her more, causing her to tighten her grip on me.
I slid my hands further down her bod
y, across her flat stomach, down to the delicate skin over her smooth pussy. I brushed my finger over her clit, searching for entry to her warm, wet hole. She moaned again, pushed her hips out, and started to slowly pump my dick in her small fist. I rubbed my fingers gently and quickly between the light folds of her lips, over her sweet spot, and before long, her breathing grew more rapid as she ground herself against my hand. I felt her slick wetness against my fingers, despite the water falling down on us. Her moans became louder and more intense. My free hand roamed across her breasts, playing with her hard nipples, while she pushed her pussy further onto my fingertips. She dropped my erection and placed both her hands on mine, forcing me harder onto her and deeper into her, guiding my touches just where she wanted them until, with a deep groan, her knees buckled and she came on my hand.
We heard a tentative “Room service?” from the other room. I tried to let her go so I could take care of the waiter, but she grabbed my shaft again, breathing hard, and I could go nowhere.
“Wallet’s on the dresser!” I shouted above the running water. Summer turned around, an impish grin on her face. “Just help yourself and close the door behind you!” was all I could yell as she dropped to her knees in front of me.
I tried to remember how much cash was in my wallet and calculated that this little escapade may have just cost me an extra three hundred dollars when she banished all such thoughts from my head. Tantalizingly slowly, she wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. Those stunning green eyes were fixed on mine as she held me in her mouth, gently sucking on me like a popsicle before she took in as much of me as she could fit.
She giggled softly as she felt me throb against the roof of her mouth, then took me in hand again and jerked the thick shaft of my cock, hard. I hissed as she pleasured my stiff member with so many different and ecstatic sensations, pausing every so often to prolong my agony as I pulsed against her. I was getting close, and she could sense it. Without a word, she stood and led me by the dick out of the shower and into the bedroom.