I pace up and down my small hotel room. Looking around to see if it’s tidy. I can feel my heart beating. Checking the Team’s messaging app again for an update, then rechecking the time. It’s not a great hotel room by any stretch, but it’s not the worst either. Its windows overlook a small intersection and the street below.
My mind is racing. Will she turn up? Will she follow through on all of the amazing things we have fantasised about? Will she still want me once she has seen me? I check myself in the mirror again, smart jeans, a button-up shirt and brown Chelsea boots. Hair looks okay, beard looks fine. At 6’1” with broad shoulders, I know I am not the worst-looking guy, but I have never been massively confident in my appearance.
Still a few minutes to go.
The past few months have had ups and downs. We met on Lush, where we discovered our mutual interests in erotic writing. It went from sharing online stories to sharing our own stories.
My mind drifts to the first few emails I had sent her. I had created a fantasy about meeting her in a cafe, then inviting her to my hotel room. The fantasy we had was erotic and passionate; it had built slowly as we were slowly drawn to each other while pushing our boundaries, building until we stood naked and entwined in front of the hotel room window, while some people in the building opposite watched us. The memory of that first erotic fantasy burned in my brain as I looked out of my hotel window at the street below.
I remember seeing her reply; it was an explosion of erotic words flooding my page. Her description and desires were laid bare for me on the screen. I knew from that moment that she was something special.
As life had passed for us both, we drifted apart for a while, with time zones, work, and life getting in the way, but like moons circling each other, the gravity we created was already drawing us back to each other for more. We were both married but had turned to lush to scratch the itch that we could not find in our daily lives.
I told her when I found out that I would be visiting her city for work. We didn’t suggest meeting up at first. We were looking forward to having no time zone difference between us so we could enjoy some real-time interactions beyond our normal email back-and-forth. The time passed slowly until the day came that I boarded that plane. I was more excited than usual to board a long-haul flight, knowing it would mean I could spend time alone in my hotel room, chatting with her. The prospect of being able to enjoy some downtime typing my desires into the screen for her.
Once I landed and settled into the hotel, we started chatting on Lush. That soon escalated to Teams messaging and then voice calls. Our chats grew more intense as our proximity increased. Saying things like “I’m just 20 minutes away from you.” And “I could get in an Uber to your bed.”
We would message each other throughout the day, little sweet messages and erotic desires. Each time I would see the small icon on my phone, it would make my heart skip a beat and create a heat between my legs at the vivid images her words created.
During one evening, as we both lay alone in our beds, she dropped the bombshell, “On Thursday, I will be just three blocks away from you.” With my heart beating hard in my chest, I replied hesitantly, “I would like to be closer than that.”
Then it started getting real. We started discussing it more and more. A plan slowly forming between our growing desires. Both of us were uncertain if we wanted to take such a big leap from fantasy to reality.
Over the next few days, the possibility of us actually meeting added a whole new level to our online dalliances as we role-played what might happen. We discussed boundaries and what we might want to do together if we went through with it as we laid bare our desires. As I lay alone in my hotel bed with the faint glow of my phone, we talked about it, our fantasies mingling with the possibilities of reality. We didn’t just talk about what we might do, we lived them in our minds with the knowledge that it could be true, only adding to our arousal. Playing out what we might do together in vivid detail, with the knowledge that it was still just a fantasy, allowing us to throw caution to the wind and let go of any barriers holding us back. Smiling as I described how I had wanted to throw her on the bed and kiss her all over. I lavished her with my tongue the moment she arrived at my room, the burning-hot vision in our shared fantasy of what we might share, sending us to bliss.
The plan slowly built its own momentum. As we worked out the logistics, I rearranged meetings so I would have a window of opportunity that matched her own busy week, carving out a little time to finally meet in person between her work and some evening events. Now here I am pacing up and down my hotel room, watching the clock for our time to meet. We plan to meet at a cafe, see how we both feel and then… and then… the thoughts burning in my brain about what the “And then…” might be. My mind keeps returning to the first fantasy we shared.
I hear the messaging app ping, making my heart skip a beat. Looking at the message, I read, “Just arriving, see you there. I’m wearing a Claret top.”
As my mind reels from the reality that she is about to arrive, I wonder what might happen next. I zero in on the word Claret, not red, not burgundy, but Claret. My mind imagines her as a deep, fruity wine of the same name.
I head out of the room and down the elevator to the ground floor. Almost on autopilot as my mind races, I try to take calming breaths as I step out confidently onto the street. The warm sun hits me as I step out of the cool air-conditioned lobby. Somehow, it emboldens me, and I feel a surge of adrenaline in my blood. Finally, I am going to meet her in person. As I walked out, I felt like I was 10 feet tall. Leaving on a hunt for what I desired most.
I saw her first, as she hovered near the door to the cafe, gathering her thoughts. She looked nervous, but I immediately recognised her from her Claret top. She is hot, her petite frame and dark hair framing her perfect dark caramel skin and smiling to myself as I discreetly look her up and down before she sees me. She is dressed well, her smart business clothes giving off a strong yet approachable professional aura. Her expensive high heels make the curve of her legs look sophisticated and so erotic. Unsure of the American J walking rules I had been warned about, I crossed the middle of the street to get to her, having to wait for a few cars to pass as I waited impatiently. I want to calm her as quickly as I can, as she looks like she might scream and run any second. I say hello as I get closer. “You’re really here?” I manage to sputter out almost to myself as much as her.
I open the door to the cafe, and we step in. Asking what you want to drink as I buy two waters, trying to stay calm and come across as confident despite my mind racing.
Sitting down in the corner as we chat. Asking her how she feels, as I see the nervousness written on her face. She mirrors my own words back to me.
“You’re really here.”
I try to make small talk despite the tension crackling in the air between us, and try to be relaxed despite feeling my arousal building between my legs at her proximity. The whole time we chatted, there was this tension between us. We both knew why we were there and what we wanted, yet neither of us mentioned it.
After just a few minutes of talking, she picks up her handbag and says nervously to me, “Shall we go up?”
It hit me like a freight train. The look of desire in her eyes, combined with tentative words, sent a surge of pure desire to my core so hard I was worried about it showing to the people around us when I stood up.
More than anything, I did not want to do anything she would regret later or feel pressured to do unless she was comfortable. I had made it clear the whole time that we would stop whenever she needed to and that I would fully respect it.
Despite my desire to bend her over in the cafe right there in front of everyone, I paused for a moment and said, “You sure?”
More confidently this time, she looked up at me through her half-lidded eyes, smiling back at me with desire and said, “Yes, let’s go.”
Carrying our untouched bottles of water, I led her to the door and across the street, listening to her heels clicking on the marble of the hotel lobby. Stepping into the elevator, I willed for it to be empty, desperate to have her finally alone . I almost sighed with relief as the doors sealed us in. She still looked nervous, so I reached out for her hand and said, “We don’t have to do anything.” I could feel her hand shaking as I took it in mine. Seconds later, we arrived at my floor.
Stepping out of the lift, my heart was racing even faster, and I was totally aware of my growing arousal. The look of desire in her eyes was palpable. As the door to my room closed, it felt like a weight being lifted from us. We were alone together, and what was my hotel room was now our own little cocoon, shielding us from everything outside. We were finally together and alone. I watch her, enraptured as she settles into the room, kicking off her shoes and putting down her things on the bedside table. A little moment of almost domestic normalcy in the charged atmosphere as she caught her breath.
Looking up at me with her big eyes, she looked almost overwhelmed by emotion, so I offered her my arms.
“Would you like to try a hug?” I offered.
She nodded silently and stepped into my arms. Wrapping me tighter than I had expected as she buried her face into my chest, as she repeated again and again, “You’re really here.” I could feel the heat radiating between us as I held her flush against my body, hyper aware of the effect she had on me as I stroked her hair, listening to her breathing.
While trying to be gentlemanly and not add pressure, my body betrayed me as my clear arousal pressed against her as we hugged. I felt awkward about my clear desire so prominent between us. As she lifted her head to look at me, I asked her, “Would you like a kiss?” Without a word, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me with a burning intensity. Her mouth opened as our tongues mixed with pure lust. My mind spun from the passion of her lips. Feeling so much raw emotion in her touch.
Looking into her eyes and, with a throaty growl that even surprised me, “I told you what I wanted to do to you once I had you in my room.” Without missing a beat, she gave herself to me as she breathlessly whispered, “You better do it then.”
I half-pushed, half-carried her back onto the bed. As the back of her legs hit the edge, I lowered her down. kissing her the whole way. My hands explored her body as she intertwined her body with mine. Kissing down her neck, I needed her bare for me as I pulled away her layers until she was bare below the waist for me.
Rather than rushing, I wanted to savour every moment, taking my time to kiss my way up her legs slowly. The room echoed with her whimpers as I teased her mercilessly, a trail of wet kisses up her legs towards her core. Until my mouth hovered over her perfect, bare sex, she had told me that she waxed, but seeing her laid bare for me drove me wild as I kissed and licked everywhere but where she wanted it most. I marvelled at her perfect, smooth skin. The rich caramel tone contrasts perfectly against my pale skin. When she could take no more, I placed a single kiss on her sex that made her howl and her hips buck seeking more. The noises from her lips unlocked a feral desire within me, and I could not hold back any longer. I devoured her fully as my tongue explored her sweet core. She ground herself into my face as I worshipped her fully. My arms wrap around her thighs to hold her down. She was lost to bliss as I slid a finger into her welcoming heat. Adding to the sensation of my lips locked around her glistening bud. Her voice went ragged as she approached her peak, as her sex pulsed against my eager lips. Slowing my movements on her flooded core, I continued to tease her as she caught her breath. Finally, I released her from my lips and stood between her legs, wondering what would come next.
She had her goal in her sight, and my clothes were in the way. Without hesitation, her hands found my belt and pulled it away like a woman possessed. Pushing down my jeans and boxer briefs as she wrapped her hand around my throbbing base. Without losing eye contact, she brought her face to my heat as she slowly dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside of my hard flesh. I watch her, enraptured, as she treats me as if I were the last man on earth. I pushed her hair behind her ear as I watched her open her mouth and take me inside. moaning with pleasure that sent vibrations of lust to my soul. As a woman possessed, she took me deeper still until I could only see the base where her hand worked what she could not fit in her mouth. I let out a moan as she moved with purpose on my shaft. My eyes rolled back in my head as I nearly came undone embarrassingly fast. As I tried to calm my breathing as I watched her place reverent kisses from the tapered tip to hefty base, worshipping every hard inch before submitting herself fully again and again. The gentle pressure of her hands as she cupped my cum filled orbs. Her skilled touch drove me wild, but I needed her with a burning intensity more powerful than the tide.
I made my goal clear: “I need to be inside you.”
She nodded, making her desire to claim me clear.
Rather than a smooth transition seen only on film, it was almost comical as we unwrapped our position. Her legs caught between my jeans and legs, I tried to unclasp her top, but in the heat of the moment, I was all thumbs. I had to remove my jeans from the tangled mess between my legs. We giggled like teenagers as we finally stripped bare.
Lying her down, she looked up at me and with burning desire pleaded, “Go gently with me, it’s been a while.”
As she lay bare before me, her legs spread apart, I teased her slick entrance with my engorged tip, finally pushing into her as we kissed. She let out a moan that shook the walls as she took me slowly. Easing into her heat. Each small thrust goes deeper. Eyes tight shut as she stretched around me. I felt every pulse and flutter of her molten silk sheath as I slowed to let her adjust to the sensation. Then I ground into her slowly, making sure to go gentle as I fought the need for more. As we moved as one, her cries increased, echoing off the room walls loud enough to be heard in all directions as we claimed each other fully.
Her face showed her bliss with each movement, as her cries grew louder. Her cries of lust filled the hotel room so loudly that I started to worry about what people might think in the rooms around us, placing my fingers gently on her lips as I thrust harder. Her second orgasm made her tight channel pulse and flutter around me as I rode out her pleasure. Slowing down to let her recover as I remained inside her. “You just came on my cock, and I don’t even know your real name,” I said with lust as she lay beneath me. The thrill of our forbidden, lust-filled anonymous encounter added a layer of taboo that thrilled us further. Smiling and giggling as we only referred to each other by our Lush persona names, allowing us to live out our lust-filled desires with each other that would be forbidden in our normal lives.
Then we opened up to each other, our memories of our online lovemaking clashing with the reality of the moment as we showered each other with words. From sweet nothings to the graphic descriptions of the sensations we felt that would make even the most experienced sailors blush.
With long, deep thrusts, I finally bottomed out inside her as I felt my manhood flex at the perfect sight of her face twisted in the almost overwhelming sensation I had managed to elicit from her quivering body.
It felt like she was welcoming my heat with a thousand wet kisses with each slow, torturous grind inside her. I felt her body stiffen again as another orgasmic wave of pleasure shook her body.
Her eyes flew open with a look of surprise as she exclaimed, “I just came again,” as we giggled like we were virgins exploring these new sensations for the first time.
She wanted more as she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, taking control as she kissed me. As I lay prone under her undulating, beautiful nude form, I was lost to her as the world outside our little cocoon faded away. Our world is becoming each other as we continue to pour praise and adoration on each other between kisses. She sat up and ground her impaled sex against me as she desired, using me like her own source of pleasure, milking my stiffness towards my own inevitable peak.
Pulling her down as I whispered into her ear, “I want you to watch me cum,” as she smiled and nodded.
Biting her bottom lip as she said, “I want to see that.”
I lay her down prone on the bed as I knelt over her, pulling the condom off my hard cock as I stroked it over her. Her hands cupped my tight balls as I reached my peak.
My first explosive release surprised even me as I watched it arc over her bare body to hit the wall opposite the bed. Then another one painted her chest as I marked her as mine. Moaning loudly as thick ropes of cum splashed across her perfect breasts. Her eyes were watching transfixed at my display just for her.
Then I collapsed next to her as we slowly kissed. Marvelling in our own little post orgasmic bliss, we slowly caught our breath. We lay there for what felt like an eternity, continuing to discuss our affection and praise each other’s incredible performances. I was amazed at how comfortable it felt to be lying naked next to each other as we slowly caressed each other.
As our time grew to an end, I watched her head to the bathroom to clean away my mark from her skin. Lying on the bed, I could see directly into the en suite bathroom in the wardrobe mirror. Watching her secretly as she washed my release from her skin. It was such a beautiful, intimate moment as I watched her silently making herself presentable for the world outside. Catching me watching her as she smiled back at my reflection.
I lay bare on the bed as I watched her get dressed back into her business attire, pausing to kiss me again and again as we chatted.
When the time came for her to leave, I held her against my bare skin as we kissed. Then, with one final squeeze of my hardening cock, she slipped away back into the real world outside, leaving me to come to terms with what had just transpired in our brief encounter.
One thing was clear. While I thought I had been seducing her to my room, she was the hunter. She had claimed me and taken what she needed. I knew one thing for certain: I was happily claimed and couldn’t wait to repeat it as soon as I could.
