Finally, the conference was over. I was finally going home. Lord, I only hope that you can understand just how lonely I’ve been here by myself. As I sit here and pack up my bag, I let my mind slip to last night…
After the meetings and the delegations, I made my way tiredly to my hotel room. It was a beautiful room. It was pale blue in color and it had a king sized bed in the middle of the room. I know you would have liked it had you been there. I took off my shoes and stockings, relishing the feel of the carpet beneath my feet. I sat on one side on the bed as I looked through my drawer, finding clean underwear for the shower I was about to take. I stumbled across the black thong that you had brought me for my birthday and smiled. I was partial to it, considering how little bit of material it was. But considering how good our lovemaking was, it seemed such a shame to wear it sometimes. I put it on, just to take it right back off. I placed it on the bed beside me, grabbed any bra, and headed for the shower.
I turned the water on, and stepped under the warm spray. I wet my hair and washed away the tiredness and the grime from today. Soon, I simply found myself just standing under the water, letting the force work out the small knots in my back. I was going to have to ask you to help me with them when I got home. A smile crossed my face at all the possibilities that it could lead up to. One particular memory flashed across my mind.
It had been a long day and we had been moving things around the house. By the end of the day, both of us were dirty and tired. You were saying how your shoulders were hurting from all the lifting and moving. You went to take your shower, and I took the chance to lend a helping hand or two. I waited until you had been in there for a minute before I slipped in behind you, placing my hands on your shoulders and massaging them. You let out a breath in surprise, but soon you were sighing softly as I helped ease your pain. I nibbled on your ears and collarbone, lapping up the water that was there. You turned in my arms and pushed me back against the wall of the shower. You just smiled at me as you massaged one breast and suckled on the other. I thrust my chest into your mouth and hand, moaning softly all the while. You slid your hand down my stomach and found my pussy hot and wet for you. You slid your fingers along my pussy lips, slipping in every now and again. You play around my ass cheeks and I spread my legs wider, giving you more access to my ass and wet snatch. I press against your fingers as I lean over and whisper in your ear, “Fuck me now and fuck me hard.” You immediately turn me around, and enter my cunt from behind. I lean my hands on the shower wall, keeping me upright as you pound yourself into me. One hand goes to my waist, while the other squeezes my tits. We move in a frenzy, letting out all of our pent up emotions. Your balls slap against my ass and I enjoy the feeling. I reach back and grab them, and squeezed lightly. You groaned hoarsely and gave my ass a sharp smack. I let out a moan and a seductive laugh as I rake my nails lightly down your thighs. You smile as you bite my neck and thrust into me harder. Suddenly, we let out screams and groans as a powerful orgasm washes over the both of us. We staggered out the shower and collapsed on the bed. We made love again, although a little more slowly the second time around.
By the time the daydream was over, my nipples were standing at attention and my cunt was practically dripping wet with need. How I wish that you were here with me. I want, no, I need to feel you inside of me. Feel your hard cock pounding into me. Feel your cum as it splashes against my inner walls…
My hands stray over my breasts and begin to pinch my nipples. I know where these actions will lead me, but I decided not to do it here. Not now any way. I stroll out of the shower and buff myself dry. I look at the underwear that are at the foot of the bed and pointedly ignore them. I stretch out across the bed, feeling the soft sheets caress my hot skin. I lean over and take out one of your stories. I had taken it off the desk, knowing that you wouldn’t really miss it. I lean up on the headboard and begin to read, letting my mind wander. In this story, me, you and another woman are involved in a ménage. As I read, I let my hand wander across my body. I touched my breasts lightly, paying close attention to my nipples. I would pinch and pull them slightly, arousing myself as I read the story. My hand slid lower, creeping almost unnoticed down my stomach, until it reached my pussy. I slide a finger along the outside before slipping in between. My finger slipped in and out slowly, enjoying the heat and the slickness that surrounds my finger. Almost of its own accord, I slipped another finger inside. I moaned at the sudden invasion, moving my hand in and out slowly. I close my eyes and let the story slip from my fingers. I move my fingers in a steady rhythm, letting them caress my g-spot lovingly. I moan and writhe on the bed, my mind filled with you and the story. I pinched a nipple sharply, causing me to cry out in pleasure. Soon, I could feel my body tensing up. I tried to slow down the rhythm, to make it last a little longer, but my hand seemed to have a mind of its own. A shout was torn from my throat as the orgasm washed over me. My hips bucked wildly off the bed, my fingers still inside, still stimulating my clit. When I finally was able to concentrate again, I took my wet fingers from my dripping snatch. I watched the juices run slowly down my fingers before I took them into my mouth, sucking on the slowly, enjoying the taste. When I was satisfied that my fingers were clean, I took a quick shower before ultimately turning in for the night…
I can feel my cunt moisten as I recalled last night’s events. On a whim, I slide my panties off, deciding to forgo them, seeing as to how I wouldn’t need them once I got home. I was hoping against hope that you were naked and resting. I always enjoyed watching you sleep, but watching you while you were naked was a complete turn on. This was my last thought as I grabbed my suitcase and walked out the door. I would be home soon…and that’s when the fun will begin.