I made a pledge to have some raunchy sex and write about it, and I did. Raunchy Hotel Sex is a reasonably accurate account of my afternoon of hot sex with JJ, except...... I left a few things out. In fact, I left out the parts that were funny, awkward, romantic or otherwise decidedly un-raunchy. This post will fill you in on the rest of the story. For those of you who want to hold onto the image of an afternoon with nothing but raunchy sex, please read no further. For the rest of you....
As I said, I arrived before JJ and waited in the parking lot checking my email. Specifically, I was checking and responding to an email from J (remember The Best Sex of My Life?). It seems that my pledge to have raunchy sex within 24 hours got some attention. J couldn't help with the 24 hour timeline, but he had a suggestion for next week. Those of you who have read the posts about J know that he's special to me. I also heard from C (Afternoon Fun in a Honda Civic) who was willing to help me out with the pledge, and he suggested that we upgrade from a Honda Civic to raunchy minivan sex. Aren't I a lucky gal?
Anyway, JJ showed up and we went inside. Guess who was at the registration desk? You guessed it - Strange Hotel Guy! JJ was dealing with him and I was just standing next to him. When Strange Hotel Guy looked up at me, I smiled. I was thinking, "So, Strange Hotel Guy, you're not so chatty and flirty now that JJ is here with me, are ya?" I was pleasantly amused that this time Strange Hotel Guy looked a bit nervous and uncomfortable. I wondered if he thought I had told JJ about the encounter we had that day last month. It didn't matter. Watching him squirm a little was just plain fun.
When we went to the our room (not our usual room, but a new one...what's up with that?), the really raunchy story would be that we started kissing and ripping each other's clothes off before the door closed. The truth is that we were talking about life and catching up a bit as we got undressed - him on one side of the bed, me on the other. Then we climbed into bed like an old married couple (ok, not that old) and got busy. Not exactly porn movie stuff so far, huh?
Ahhh...the kissing, the quick orgasms, the need to fuck each other quickly, the lube, etc. - all true. All gloriously true.
But then we hit a speed bump.
I got up and walked around to the edge of the bed, spread my legs, bent over, etc. He hurried over and started fucking my ass (mmm....I absolutely love that!) but the angle wasn't right. I stepped back a bit. No, still not right. I stood up on my tippy toes (I am a rather short Kat). Ok. Good...for a while. Try this. I grabbed onto the sheet with gave way immediately. Gosh darn it! It's not a fitted sheet, but just a top sheet tucked in so it came loose immediately. Then I was trying to hold onto something for leverage while standing on my tippy toes, hips tilted just right, while dealing with a little pain (ouch!)...and then there was so much going on that my ADD kicked in and I was no longer "present." My mind started thinking about everything from the stupid flat sheet, to the housekeeping cart outside (I wonder if they have a damned fitted sheet I can steal?), to the full wall mirror directly in front of me (Hello! That's a view of me I don't get very often.), to how I was going to make this sound raunchy for y'all...and it went on and on. Finally, we both became exasperated and stopped. Ugghhhh!!!
JJ exclaimed, "There's just too much pressure to make it raunchy!" We both laughed at that. I agreed it was a mistake to go into our time together with an expectation that I'd be writing about it. Stupid move. I told him about a story that Riff told about thinking about how he was going to write about an experience while he was in the middle of "the act." It's not an uncommon thing for bloggers to experience. We decided that we would kick the rest of you out of our bed, forget about raunchy, and just do what we wanted to do. Interestingly, that's when it got really good (as it usually is with us) and raunchy. Go figure.
As long as I'm confessing..... I said that JJ said, "I love you, Kat" as he was leaving. That's not exactly the truth. The reality is that when we are together, we are exchanging feelings, expressions of love and sweet talk the whole time. Then there's the dirty talk when we're having sex (I love dirty talk). And the chit chat in between "rounds." Ok, the truth is that JJ and I are talkers. We're always talking to each other, except when we're kissing, although sometimes we're talking through that, too. I left out all the talking in the first version of the story because it interfered with the raunchiness. Seriously, did you really want to hear about how we talked about Cara's fondness for spumoni ice cream just seconds before his hand was on my clit and I was screaming in pleasure? I didn't think so.
Whew....ok...now you have the whole story. Part raunchy, part very "normal," but definitely real.
Showing posts with label raunchy hotel sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label raunchy hotel sex. Show all posts
Friday, July 8, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Raunchy Hotel Sex
I arrived at the hotel first and found a shady spot in the parking lot to park while I waited for him to arrive. He picked this hotel, so I knew he must know where it is. I checked my email until he arrived. When he drove in about 10 minutes later, he parked right next to me, giving me a chance to check him out before he got out of his car - ball cap, salt and pepper hair, decidedly distinctive looking - handsome in a unobtrusive kind of way. He's the kind of man you wouldn't think of as particularly handsome if you saw him in a crowd. Oh, you'd definitely think he was good looking, but when you looked closer you'd see it and wonder how you missed it before.
We both got out of our cars and greeted each other. Yes, he was worth the wait. Khaki pants, deep blue shirt (royal blue?), an engaging smile. I reached out to give him a hug; he kissed me as I reached my arms around him. It wasn't a sweet little "nice to meet you" peck of a kiss. It was an open mouth, tongue probing "let's get through the formalities and get busy" kind of a kiss. After a little while, he pulled away from our kiss, whispered, "Let's go inside," and took my hand leading me to the front door of the hotel. It was only then that I noticed how exposed and out in the open we had been with that passionate kiss. I made a mental note to myself - "Kat, it doesn't matter how much you want him. Be careful!"
We walked into the hotel and he stepped up to the counter to check us in, giving me another opportunity to enjoy looking at him trying to act like it was the most normal thing in the world for two people to be checking into a hotel on a Thursday afternoon without a reservation and without any luggage. I thought to myself, "Yes, I think I'm definitely in for something raunchy this afternoon." He looked over at me. I just smiled.
We got up to the room and within minutes our clothes were off and we were in bed. Like most women, I spent some time thinking about which undergarments to wear for this meeting. I chose the sunflower bra I was wearing in this HNT photo and some matching panties, but it didn't matter. I don't think he even saw them before they came off.
The second we hit the bed, his arms were wrapped around me and he was pulling me closer, kissing me deeply again. Ahh....that kiss outside had just been a warm-up. We kissed for what seemed like a long time, and I was getting hotter and more ready with each passing minute. I suspected he knew this because every now and then a hand would wander to my breast, pinch my nipple a bit, and then withdraw as soon as I starting moaning. Then a hand would slide between my legs, brush against my already throbbing clit, and then pull back again.
I reached down and found his cock, nice and thick, very hard, dipping with precum. I smiled. Good. I'm not the only one who's anxious for this. As I stroked his cock, his hand found my clit again, but he didn't pull back this time. His fingers circled it for a while until I started rocking my hips, pressing against his hand. Then he started flicking it with the tip of his finger exactly like I like it, and it wasn't long before I was cuming hard, screaming into his mouth as he kissed me. Yes, it was the same long, deep, passionate kiss.
After I came, his fingers kept moving on my clit and I tried to wiggle away because the sensation was just too intense, but he held me firmly in place (Mmmm.... I thought. Strong. ) and whispered, "No, you're going to cum again." I tried to protest, but he thrust his tongue into my mouth so I couldn't speak as his fingers went to work. It's hard to describe the alternating feelings of painful intensity as he rubbed my swollen clit that was still sensitive from orgasm #1 and the overwhelming pleasure that was almost being forced on me. As orgasm #2 started to reverberate through me, I was begging him to fuck me and telling him how much I wanted him. So much for playing hard to get. I never was good at that, anyway.
"Good," he said. Then he stopped suddenly, leaving me breathing heavily and confused, until I saw that he was moving to his knees and motioning for me to get on my hands and knees in front of him. I had just gotten into position when he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock inside me. The first thrust was so forceful that it knocked me down onto my forearms. I grabbed onto the sheets, but they didn't give me any support so I reached one arm up and pushed against the headboard to steady myself as he fucked me harder and faster. I started cuming again - or was that just the rest of orgasm #2? Did it matter? No, it didn't matter. I felt it rush through me as I pushed back against him. I tried to focus on it, to savor the moment..... He came shortly thereafter, moaning loudly as he drove his cock into me in one last thrust. He leaned over and kissed my back, then he rolled onto his back next to me, pulling me to kiss him again.
We kissed and made small talk for awhile. He was funny, easy to talk to. There weren't any awkward silences that you might worry about in this situation. After about 10 minutes, I reached over to the night stand as he was talking and grabbed the lube that I had brought with me. I flipped the cap open and poured some on him and started spreading it around with my hand. He was hard again within a few strokes...I alternated between stroking his cock, rubbing his balls, and sliding my fingers down to asshole, teasing him there before moving back to his cock. When I first started stroking him, he was still talking, but he was silent by the time I squeezed his balls the first time, and he was moaning as I pressed my finger into his asshole.
He started pumping his hips as I stroked him, and I could feel him getting very close to cuming. I watched his face. His eyes were closed, and I could tell he was trying to decide if he was going to let me make him cum with this sweet little hand job or if he was going to ask for more. I wasn't going to make it easy on him. He'd have to make a move or settle for the hand job. I waited.
Suddenly he said, almost like it was an emergency, "I want to fuck your ass," and he started to sit up to move behind me again. This time I climbed off the bed, walked around to the foot of the bed, spread my legs, and bent over the bed leaning on my hands. I looked up and smiled at him. He laughed and said, "yes!" as he leapt out of the bed and almost ran to get behind me. I giggled, too, thinking, "Yes, raunchy can be fun."
He positioned the head of his cock against me and I pushed back against him. At first, my body wasn't letting him in. I took a deep breath, tried to relax, and pushed back against him again. I felt the shot of pain before I felt his cock slide into my ass. I squealed and tightened my grip on the sheets, thinking, "Damn! That hurts every f-ing time!" Before the pain subsided he was fucking my ass quickly, with several fast shallow rabbit strokes followed by a few hard, very deep thrusts so forceful that they lifted me off my feet. I tried to re-establish my footing between them, but I couldn't. I had lost control. He had it. I held tight onto the edges of the bed and the sheets while he fucked me, thoroughly enjoying the sounds and sensations of him using me for his pleasure.
When he finished, we crawled back onto the bed and just rested in silence for awhile. There was more small talk. More kissing. We checked the clock. There was still an hour left. More kissing. I sucked on his nipples. He sucked on mine. We touched each other all over, exploring, feeling for sensitive spots that drew a reaction. When either of us found one, we played there for awhile before moving on.
Soon, his hand found my pussy again and he started sliding a finger inside me...then another...another.... As he finger fucked me I could tell he was feeling around, trying to find the spot. When he hit it my legs jerked back involuntarily and I gasped. "Found it," he whispered. I started to laugh, but not for long. Within a few seconds I was bucking against his hand and starting to shake.
He quickly rolled on top of me, climbing between my legs, and slid his cock inside me - all the way in, one long, deep stroke. I arched my back and pulled my knees up so I could feel him deeper. This time it was slow and deep. He let me set the tempo, allowing me to cum and stretch it out as long as I could. I could see the intensity on his face as he tried hard not to cum as my cunt tightened around him. He held back until he knew I was almost at the end and then he released into me. I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him, squeezing, tightening, claiming every last bit of him.
He collapsed on the bed next to me again, breathing heavily. More resting. More small talk. And yes, more of that fantastic kissing. We looked at the clock. Only 30 minutes left. I wondered, is it possible? Could I get one more time out of him?
I asked him a question and he started talking (I have learned that is the best way to keep a man occupied. Well, it's the second best way.). I kissed his chest as he spoke. He kept talking. I kissed his belly. He kept talking. Clearly he didn't think there was another round in store for us in the next 25 minutes. I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly. He stopped talking - mid-sentence. I squeezed his balls gently and pressed his cock all the way into my throat. He started moaning, holding onto my hair, and rocking his hips, forcing himself deeper into my mouth and throat. Very nice, but that's not what I had in mind.
I reached for the lube again and dribbled some on his cock, sliding it around with my hand, remembering the spots that made him so powerless earlier, then pulling back - teasing him like he had been teasing me when we first started a couple of hours earlier. When he was rock hard again (for the 4th time - impressive!), I rolled onto my side with my back to him, reached back and spread my cheeks, and pressed against him. His well-lubed cock slide easily into my ass this time, and this time he was the one moaning as I started moving against him. He grabbed onto my hip and started thrusting.
"That's it," I said. "Fuck my ass harder...like you know you want to."
He complied.
"More," I demanded.
"Come on, Baby. You know you want to cum in my ass one more time, don't you?"
He screamed as he pushed into me deeply and came.
Afterwards, he kissed me again. The he looked at the clock.
"Shit! I have to go!" he said, and he jumped up and ran into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
While he took his shower, I just relaxed there in bed. Yeah, I had to get back to work, too, but I didn't have the time pressure that he did, so I could afford to lounge around a bit.
After his quick shower, I watched him while he got dressed. We said our thank you's and goodbyes. He picked up his keys and his phone and came over to the bed for one last long, deep kiss before leaving for work.
Just before he walked out the door, JJ said, "I love you, Kat."
We both got out of our cars and greeted each other. Yes, he was worth the wait. Khaki pants, deep blue shirt (royal blue?), an engaging smile. I reached out to give him a hug; he kissed me as I reached my arms around him. It wasn't a sweet little "nice to meet you" peck of a kiss. It was an open mouth, tongue probing "let's get through the formalities and get busy" kind of a kiss. After a little while, he pulled away from our kiss, whispered, "Let's go inside," and took my hand leading me to the front door of the hotel. It was only then that I noticed how exposed and out in the open we had been with that passionate kiss. I made a mental note to myself - "Kat, it doesn't matter how much you want him. Be careful!"
We walked into the hotel and he stepped up to the counter to check us in, giving me another opportunity to enjoy looking at him trying to act like it was the most normal thing in the world for two people to be checking into a hotel on a Thursday afternoon without a reservation and without any luggage. I thought to myself, "Yes, I think I'm definitely in for something raunchy this afternoon." He looked over at me. I just smiled.
We got up to the room and within minutes our clothes were off and we were in bed. Like most women, I spent some time thinking about which undergarments to wear for this meeting. I chose the sunflower bra I was wearing in this HNT photo and some matching panties, but it didn't matter. I don't think he even saw them before they came off.
The second we hit the bed, his arms were wrapped around me and he was pulling me closer, kissing me deeply again. Ahh....that kiss outside had just been a warm-up. We kissed for what seemed like a long time, and I was getting hotter and more ready with each passing minute. I suspected he knew this because every now and then a hand would wander to my breast, pinch my nipple a bit, and then withdraw as soon as I starting moaning. Then a hand would slide between my legs, brush against my already throbbing clit, and then pull back again.
I reached down and found his cock, nice and thick, very hard, dipping with precum. I smiled. Good. I'm not the only one who's anxious for this. As I stroked his cock, his hand found my clit again, but he didn't pull back this time. His fingers circled it for a while until I started rocking my hips, pressing against his hand. Then he started flicking it with the tip of his finger exactly like I like it, and it wasn't long before I was cuming hard, screaming into his mouth as he kissed me. Yes, it was the same long, deep, passionate kiss.
After I came, his fingers kept moving on my clit and I tried to wiggle away because the sensation was just too intense, but he held me firmly in place (Mmmm.... I thought. Strong. ) and whispered, "No, you're going to cum again." I tried to protest, but he thrust his tongue into my mouth so I couldn't speak as his fingers went to work. It's hard to describe the alternating feelings of painful intensity as he rubbed my swollen clit that was still sensitive from orgasm #1 and the overwhelming pleasure that was almost being forced on me. As orgasm #2 started to reverberate through me, I was begging him to fuck me and telling him how much I wanted him. So much for playing hard to get. I never was good at that, anyway.
"Good," he said. Then he stopped suddenly, leaving me breathing heavily and confused, until I saw that he was moving to his knees and motioning for me to get on my hands and knees in front of him. I had just gotten into position when he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock inside me. The first thrust was so forceful that it knocked me down onto my forearms. I grabbed onto the sheets, but they didn't give me any support so I reached one arm up and pushed against the headboard to steady myself as he fucked me harder and faster. I started cuming again - or was that just the rest of orgasm #2? Did it matter? No, it didn't matter. I felt it rush through me as I pushed back against him. I tried to focus on it, to savor the moment..... He came shortly thereafter, moaning loudly as he drove his cock into me in one last thrust. He leaned over and kissed my back, then he rolled onto his back next to me, pulling me to kiss him again.
We kissed and made small talk for awhile. He was funny, easy to talk to. There weren't any awkward silences that you might worry about in this situation. After about 10 minutes, I reached over to the night stand as he was talking and grabbed the lube that I had brought with me. I flipped the cap open and poured some on him and started spreading it around with my hand. He was hard again within a few strokes...I alternated between stroking his cock, rubbing his balls, and sliding my fingers down to asshole, teasing him there before moving back to his cock. When I first started stroking him, he was still talking, but he was silent by the time I squeezed his balls the first time, and he was moaning as I pressed my finger into his asshole.
He started pumping his hips as I stroked him, and I could feel him getting very close to cuming. I watched his face. His eyes were closed, and I could tell he was trying to decide if he was going to let me make him cum with this sweet little hand job or if he was going to ask for more. I wasn't going to make it easy on him. He'd have to make a move or settle for the hand job. I waited.
Suddenly he said, almost like it was an emergency, "I want to fuck your ass," and he started to sit up to move behind me again. This time I climbed off the bed, walked around to the foot of the bed, spread my legs, and bent over the bed leaning on my hands. I looked up and smiled at him. He laughed and said, "yes!" as he leapt out of the bed and almost ran to get behind me. I giggled, too, thinking, "Yes, raunchy can be fun."
He positioned the head of his cock against me and I pushed back against him. At first, my body wasn't letting him in. I took a deep breath, tried to relax, and pushed back against him again. I felt the shot of pain before I felt his cock slide into my ass. I squealed and tightened my grip on the sheets, thinking, "Damn! That hurts every f-ing time!" Before the pain subsided he was fucking my ass quickly, with several fast shallow rabbit strokes followed by a few hard, very deep thrusts so forceful that they lifted me off my feet. I tried to re-establish my footing between them, but I couldn't. I had lost control. He had it. I held tight onto the edges of the bed and the sheets while he fucked me, thoroughly enjoying the sounds and sensations of him using me for his pleasure.
When he finished, we crawled back onto the bed and just rested in silence for awhile. There was more small talk. More kissing. We checked the clock. There was still an hour left. More kissing. I sucked on his nipples. He sucked on mine. We touched each other all over, exploring, feeling for sensitive spots that drew a reaction. When either of us found one, we played there for awhile before moving on.
Soon, his hand found my pussy again and he started sliding a finger inside me...then another...another.... As he finger fucked me I could tell he was feeling around, trying to find the spot. When he hit it my legs jerked back involuntarily and I gasped. "Found it," he whispered. I started to laugh, but not for long. Within a few seconds I was bucking against his hand and starting to shake.
He quickly rolled on top of me, climbing between my legs, and slid his cock inside me - all the way in, one long, deep stroke. I arched my back and pulled my knees up so I could feel him deeper. This time it was slow and deep. He let me set the tempo, allowing me to cum and stretch it out as long as I could. I could see the intensity on his face as he tried hard not to cum as my cunt tightened around him. He held back until he knew I was almost at the end and then he released into me. I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him, squeezing, tightening, claiming every last bit of him.
He collapsed on the bed next to me again, breathing heavily. More resting. More small talk. And yes, more of that fantastic kissing. We looked at the clock. Only 30 minutes left. I wondered, is it possible? Could I get one more time out of him?
I asked him a question and he started talking (I have learned that is the best way to keep a man occupied. Well, it's the second best way.). I kissed his chest as he spoke. He kept talking. I kissed his belly. He kept talking. Clearly he didn't think there was another round in store for us in the next 25 minutes. I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly. He stopped talking - mid-sentence. I squeezed his balls gently and pressed his cock all the way into my throat. He started moaning, holding onto my hair, and rocking his hips, forcing himself deeper into my mouth and throat. Very nice, but that's not what I had in mind.
I reached for the lube again and dribbled some on his cock, sliding it around with my hand, remembering the spots that made him so powerless earlier, then pulling back - teasing him like he had been teasing me when we first started a couple of hours earlier. When he was rock hard again (for the 4th time - impressive!), I rolled onto my side with my back to him, reached back and spread my cheeks, and pressed against him. His well-lubed cock slide easily into my ass this time, and this time he was the one moaning as I started moving against him. He grabbed onto my hip and started thrusting.
"That's it," I said. "Fuck my ass harder...like you know you want to."
He complied.
"More," I demanded.
"Come on, Baby. You know you want to cum in my ass one more time, don't you?"
He screamed as he pushed into me deeply and came.
Afterwards, he kissed me again. The he looked at the clock.
"Shit! I have to go!" he said, and he jumped up and ran into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
While he took his shower, I just relaxed there in bed. Yeah, I had to get back to work, too, but I didn't have the time pressure that he did, so I could afford to lounge around a bit.
After his quick shower, I watched him while he got dressed. We said our thank you's and goodbyes. He picked up his keys and his phone and came over to the bed for one last long, deep kiss before leaving for work.
Just before he walked out the door, JJ said, "I love you, Kat."
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)