We met at a convention. She was a booth model, and I was a salesman. She was scheduled to work the entire week, but I was only there for half of the week. I can still remember the moment our eyes met. I couldn’t stop staring, and I may not have even blinked. In fact, my mouth might have been partly open as if frozen in time. The double-take of her eyes and the smile on her face brought me back to reality, but WOW, it was as if my fantasy girl had just dropped from heaven.
I did my best to make conversation with the random customers that wandered into our booth, but I was focused on her. I kept strolling over to talk with her throughout the day. I wanted to know everything about her. With each day that passed, I spoke to her more and more. On the morning of my last day to work the booth, I scheduled a long break to walk the show floor. It was common for each salesman to do this, so my co-workers were not suspicious. I had to see her alone, and I wanted her in my hotel room that was attached to the convention hall.
The doubts began to build in my head. What if I’m just having extreme infatuation? I could be making a fool of myself! But the feeling was so strong, the feeling that you can’t deny or fake or find if you try as hard as you can. You either feel it or you don’t, and I felt it. I was extremely attracted to this woman, and I felt like I was already in love with her. I wanted her, and I had to know if she felt it too.
I let her know that I was free for a few hours, and that I would be in my hotel room. She knew the room number, and as I walked to my room, I wondered if she would follow me. Hopefully she wouldn’t make it obvious and leave right behind me, but as I walked and glanced over my shoulder, I didn’t see her. Damn! Maybe I am making a fool of myself. Maybe this is just a one-way street of empty infatuation.
When I got to my room, I washed my face and hands, then I paced the room. Finally, there was a knock on the door. A quick peek through the door hole, and I saw her standing there looking nervous. I let her in and we hugged as soon as the door closed. Our lips melted together as our tongues discovered the warmth and passion desperate for release. When we stopped kissing, we looked at each other and laughed a little before sharing a few awkward moments of – well now what?
I just took her by both hands and led her toward the bed, walking backwards and smiling at her. I fell onto the bed on my back and pulled her towards me before rolling over a little to continue our kissing. My right hand was free to roam, and it took liberties with her left breast before moving higher to stroke her face and hair. Her smile let me know the green light of approval was flashing brightly, and I began to unbutton her top. I recall my hand shaking a little with excitement as if it was the first top I had ever unbuttoned.
My hand touched her belly a little and stroked her breast over the bra she wore. Luckily it was a bra that fastened in the middle. Did she wear it intentionally for me? There was no time to question such good fortune, and I popped the pesky snap open and the material released her soft smooth tits. I kissed her harder as if to prevent any protests from escaping those luscious lips as my fingers played with her nipples, and they rose to the occasion. My mouth went to the lovely dark areolas, and I began to suckle her stiff nipples.
I rose to my knees and ripped my shirt off before returning to her clothes. Her pants came off quickly, and I saw the white thong panties she wore. I forced myself to slow down and began filming the moment in my mind’s eye. I wanted to remember this. The slow descent of her thong waistband down her petite hips until the crotch material separated from her shaved pussy is still a memory I will never forget.
I jumped off the bed and removed my pants and underwear like they were on fire, before I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs. Not only was her pussy completely waxed, it was practically a work of art. Her inner lips were sculpted and formed a sideways smile at me as I gently opened her with my fingers and tongue. Her clit was at attention and just a little larger than normal for such a small girl with a pussy so lovely.
My tongue found her love button and she moaned loudly. Did it actually grow a little bit larger? I now had my eyes closed and was tonguing the little pearl to a frenzy. There was no question that she was enjoying the action. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm, and I ran my tongue up her belly and tits until we kissed again. My tongue entered her mouth and again stifled a rush of passion as I entered her for the first time. Now I was moaning, as I pumped into her like a teenager, and her legs held me tight until we orgasmed together. I didn’t want to pull out of her. Her warmth and tightness made me wonder if she had ever had sex before. She had of course, but I knew then that I had found my angel.