I unpacked my suitcase and hung what clothes needed hanging and then placed my toiletries case in the bathroom. I then set up my laptop and spent the afternoon on Lush and a few other sites as the time slowly passed. I half expected a call from Wanderlust telling me that she had second thoughts on meeting and decided against it.
Six o’clock arrived and as I had received no call I decided it was time to shower and dress. I looked at my Armani suit on its hanger but decided against it. I elected to go with black jeans, grey dress shirt and my black leather blazer.
As I started to dress I recalled one of her comments and I decided to wear my silk boxers and not my standard briefs.
I must have checked my appearance several times before I made my way to the bar just off the lobby. I stopped at the bar long enough to start a tab and order a Chivas Regal on the rocks before taking a seat at a corner table. It was about fifteen minutes later that I spotted an unescorted female enter and scan the bar and tables.
She appeared to be a lot younger than I was by her looks and dress. She wore a black skirt and a matching top, the top two buttons of her blouse were undone showing just a hint of an outstanding cleavage. My heart leapt when she headed toward me.
She moved with the grace of a jungle cat between the tables and soon stood in front of me. Her long brunette hair fell past her shoulders and her green eyes seemed to pierce my soul.
“Phantom?” she quires.
“Wanderlust?” I responded and I stood up and extended my hand.
She ignored it gave me a tight hug before taking a seat opposite mine. The cocktail waitress appeared to take her drink order and we just stared at each other wondering what to say. When her drink was delivered she raised her glass and took a healthy swallow.
“So, do I meet your expectations?” she finally asked with a smile when she set her drink down.
“Exceeds them,” I responded.
“You look exactly as I pictured you,” she commented.
I looked at her beautiful tanned skin and dazzling smile and was at a loss for words.
“Did you check in already?” she asked.
“Yes. You?”
“No. I was going to wait until after we met. Then I was going to ask for the room next to yours,” she answered.
This boldness delighted me. There was still the nagging topic of her age and I decided to risk offending her and come right out and ask. She must have sensed my intent and before I could open my mouth she spoke.
“You are probably wondering about my age?” she asked.
“It had crossed my mind.”
“I am twenty two,” she responded.
“You know that I am a bit older,” I informed her.
“Not a concern,” she responded with a smile.
“I’m glad,” I answered.
“So did you like the pics I posted on your page?” she asked.
“I loved them.”
“I’m glad cause I love dressing that way,” she continued.
“Really?” I responded glancing down at her legs sheathed in the filmy black cloth.
“Yes really. These are not pantyhose,” she said.
At that point Loni slid out of her chair and took a seat next to me.
She shivered slightly as my hand moved up her leg and I discovered that she was all silk until I reached the her thigh, that’s where I encountered warm silky smooth flesh. I was amazed at the amount of heat emanating from between her legs and I fought the urge to caress her silk covered mound. I removed my hand and picked up my glass.
“So, is this a first time meeting someone you met online?” I asked after taking a healthy swallow.
“Yes it is. I’ve been hit on by a lot of men on line and a few women, but never felt the desire to meet any of them. Some of the men even sent nude selfies in an attempt to change my mind.”
“It didn’t work?”
“No. Most were big hairy brutes hung like horses and that’s a turn off. The ladies pics were better and some got me hot, but that’s as far as I let it go for now,” she informed me.
I was at a loss for words and could only smile.
“That brings me to my next question. Please tell me you’re not hung like a horse?” she asked
“I’m not,” I responded with a touch of embarrassment.
“You will have to prove that,” she said softly in my ear.
I took her small hand and directed it toward my crotch. Between her perfume, the feel of her nylon covered leg and the conversation she had me as hard as a rock. Loni gently grasped my cock through my slacks feeling the length and width, she then smiled at me.
“That is the perfect size for me,” she said with a smile.
“I’ve had some lovers complain that I wasn’t big enough,” I admitted.
“Maybe those girls like a fat ten inch cock stuffed in their butts, but I don’t.”
At the mention of anal sex my hand returned to her silky leg and slowly slid up under her dress. This time I allowed my fingers to rub the crotch of her silky panties that were already wet.
“See what you did? I have never gotten so hot so fast,” she whispered in my ear.
“You are going to have to stop or I’m gonna lose my load right here,” I informed her.
“Good. Then I won’t be the only one with wet undies,” she whispered.
She then tightened her grip on my shaft and began to stroke it. I responded by pushing my fingers deeper into her silk covered nether lips as I continued to rub her crotch. We stopped long enough to glance around the room to ensure that no one was watching.
Once satisfied that no one was paying attention to us we resumed our movements. This time she slowly leaned into me and placed her lips on mine. Our tongues gently danced in each others mouths until I couldn’t hold out any longer and shot my wad in my silk boxers.
I saw Loni’s body stiffen momentarily as she enjoyed her orgasm. I withdrew my hand from under her skirt and we sat there just staring at each other.
“What room are you in?” she asked.
“Seven hundred.”
“Why don’t you head there and shower while I check in,” she said as she stood up.
“Deal,” I responded rising from my seat.
“Turn on your laptop and I’ll call you when I’m in my room,” was the last thing she said before she left the table.
I literally ran to my room.
