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Samantha had been smiling ever since she’d received Nick’s text.
A short but sweet set of directions. He was a man of few words, but Samantha knew that those directions were guiding her to a promise of an experience that she’d never forget.
She’d still been smiling as she showered, making sure to pay special attention to her nipples as they hardened under her soapy palms, imagining Nick sucking one of her breasts into his mouth. Her body stretched languidly beneath the cascading water, responding to the memory of his skin against hers. His lips parting. His moans as he took in her body. As he touched her.
They had met at a conference three months ago, and Samantha had thought about those few days away from home every day since. There had been maybe eighty people at the conference, but somehow, she and Nick had gravitated towards each other almost immediately. They’d both had to rent accommodation at the hotel too, which meant they’d spent lots of time in the hotel bar getting to know each other—first small talk, then drinking, then a lot of flirting and gazing at each other… she imagined her hands were Nick’s as she clipped herself into her lingerie, then ran her stockings up her smooth, long legs and attached them to her suspender belt. She was getting hornier and hornier. Zipping up her black boots was the final straw for her, her pussy was pounding so hard.
Samantha smiled even more when she decided she’d play with herself before joining him in the room he’d booked for them, reading one of her sexy hook up stories. The thought of being with him again after such a long time was so deliciously unbearable that she was forced to take matters into her own hands. Retrieving a small vibrating toy from her overnight bag, Samantha circled it over her hardening clitoris, thinking of Nick all the while. The way he had made her feel the last time they had been together. The only time. The feel of his lips against hers, the way his tongue explored her mouth. She had slipped the vibrator into her slick pussy by now, and although it made her cum hard, the vibe made her long for him even more desperately. It was good, but it was no match for Nick’s beautiful thick cock, the cock that she’d fantasised about and craved for months.
She was so wet after cumming, but she didn’t wipe. The smell of her sex surrounded her like a heady perfume as she slipped her lacy panties back on and reached for her coat. Only a few more minutes to go until she saw Nick’s face again. Just a short walk, and then she’d have his tongue in her mouth. His cock deep in her hole.
It was a warm summer evening, so Samantha might have looked strange to a passerby, buttoned up tight in her mackintosh. Not that she cared. Her thighs rubbed against each other, the cream that had trickled down them earlier met in a wet kiss with every step. She walked briskly, and she could feel the soft weight of her tits as they bounced against the mesh of her fancy bra. It was so exciting, walking along the street wearing nothing but underwear beneath her coat. She couldn’t resist opening it wide for a moment, enjoying the feeling of reckless naughtiness as the cool air caressed her skin—and the damp patch between her thighs.  She imagined Nick’s face when she showed him what she was wearing. Her pounding heart made her start walking even quicker.
God, I can’t wait any longer… 
Nick threw back another gulp of his drink, trying to settle his nerves. 
The text had been sent and Samantha would soon arrive… wouldn’t she? 
The hotel room he was sitting in was beautiful; he’d made sure of that. He’d also made sure that the temperature of the air was just right, set to a level that was just perfect should one decide to remove their clothes and press their naked body against someone else’s, but right now, he was starting to feel cold with nerves. To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t actuallynerves—it was stone-cold fear.
He felt exposed. 
Sitting. 
Waiting.
Hoping.
If he was really honest with himself, it was more intense than hoping. 
It was praying.

The message had gone out, and it had been received and acknowledged, but Samantha was a goddess, a beautiful, gorgeous, statuesque goddess, far too good for the likes of him. The message was short, just a set of directions, really. He was a man of few words, but that was only because he felt so deeply that his vocabulary couldn’t adequately describe what he was feeling. What if she didn’t show up? What if she was just teasing him, sitting in her lounge at home miles away? What if he just wasn’t worth it?
Please God, let her show up. Please.
The glass clinked against his teeth, pulling him out of his doom spiral. He changed position and sat up straighter. Breathe, Nick, he told himself. Just breathe. She’ll be here. Be cool. Remember what she said the last time you spoke:
I’ll do all the talking, Sweetheart.
I’ll take control.
All you need to do is lie back… and enjoy it.
Recalling the velvet tones of her voice warmed his body and reawakened his desire. A tingle in his groin soon became a gentle throb, lust surging hot blood down the shaft of his cock, hardening and thickening it.
I really need her to show up tonight, Nick thought to himself, otherwise I’ll have to spend hours in bed trying to wank this erection down. His penis had been springing up without warning all day in anticipation. He’d been wrestling with that and thoroughly inappropriate thoughts of Samantha constantly—at work, on the train—to the degree that he was wondering whether he was losing his mind a little bit. In fairness, his mind had little to do with how he was feeling. He hadn’t been able to figure out which had been pounding harder all day, his heart or his cock. 
Why is longing so painful and yet so pleasurable, he wondered, grateful that there was nobody else around to see his erection straining against the zip of his trousers. The waiting and the hunger for Samantha had started to drive him crazy but Nick knew he had to rein himself in. He was a gentleman and didn’t want her to see him like the lust-crazed madman he felt he’d become recently. Deep down, he longed to thrust his throbbing tongue down her gasping throat, slobbering, and grunting and grabbing at her, desperate for some relief from his repressed lust for her. It had been months since he’d seen Samantha in person, months since he’d been able to run his hands over the smooth, warm curves of her body, press his mouth against those gorgeous, giving lips… 
Then the keypad beeped four times.
Nick’s breath caught in his throat.
She was here.
Their eyes met, and a smile broke across her lips at the same moment as his.
Rooted to the spot, Nick watched Samantha coming towards him. Samantha, the statuesque goddess he’d dreamed about for months, was here, she was actually here, in real life, for him. The pounding in his dick went into overdrive, especially when she leant over him and whispered seductively into his ear, a hand stroking down the length of his arm.
I want you, she said. 
Shivers of pleasure ebbed through his body at the feel of her warm breath against his skin. He caught a glimpse of shining skin where the mac parted—a tantalising promise of what was to come.
She smiled at his response to her words. It was better than she had expected, and it egged her on. 
I’m here for you.
I want you to watch me.
Then I want you to fuck me.
She took the glass from his hand and drained what liquid was left down her throat, making sure that Nick could see her long, graceful neck to full effect, the muscles moving sensuously as she swallowed. She knew they were both visualising her swallowing his hot cum later.
Samantha took Nick’s hand in hers and led him to the large sofa against the wall. His cock was so damn hard, but she resisted touching it. Once Nick was seated, she peeled her coat off little by little, making sure that he had ample time to take in the slope of her shoulders, the curve of her spine, her beautiful chocolate skin gleaming against the frivolous lace of her bra and pants. 
Samantha revelled in Nick’s silence as she revealed herself to him, her soft arse cheeks, her gorgeously long legs, her suspenders, her sexy black boots. His silence spoke volumes, and the loudest message she received from it was I Want You. She basked in his desire. It made her want to move and be enveloped by it, and her hips began to roll and sway almost subconsciously. All she could hear from him was the shortness of his breath, and that turned her on beyond measure. Samantha bent down, her ass in his face. She hoped he could smell her sex from before, because her pussy was plump and throbbing with excitement, knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She stroked her hands up her legs as she had done before she came to him, long sweeping movements that ended as she trailed her fingers over her heaving chest and swelling breasts. They longed to be free of their intricate prison, they wanted to sway and slap together and to be taken by Nick and sucked hard, but she continued to dance. She moved languorously in the heat of their lust—she loved the power she exerted, and she didn’t want it to end, not yet. She was totally in the moment. And she was drenched.
Nick wanted so badly to reach out and touch Samantha’s skin. God, she looked so good. She smelled amazing, hot and dusky, and the motion of her body dancing right in front of him… his body thrummed to her every movement, heart and cock pounding in unison. He longed to turn her around and kiss her hard, feel her boobs pressed against his chest, but her movements were hypnotic and as for her taut buttocks… he was transfixed.
As if she had heard Nick’s thought, Samantha turned her body to him. He could finally get his hands on her, and he rested his chin on her tight belly, breathing her in, revelling in the way she felt beneath his hands. She wore hardly anything, but it was still too much for Nick’s liking, despite being fully clothed himself.
Samantha ached for him as she looked down and sensed his longing for her, but she wanted to keep him—both of them—in a state of anticipation for as long as possible. She bent down before him, trailing her hands down the crisp cotton of his shirt, feeling the curve of his pecs beneath it, before stroking her fingers coquettishly over the hard ridge of denim she found in his lap. Nick sighed, and she celebrated.
She turned her back to him again, not to tease him more but to grind their bodies together, wanting to feel more of that denim ridge rubbing against her. To be close to Nick again after so long was addictive, and Samantha’s pussy squeezed with delight when he reached around her to fondle her breasts in their lacy cups. He was pushing against her too, now, and when she turned back to lock her lips on his, Nick’s mouth was wet and open and delicious.
Samantha was done with teasing now. Her lust aflame, she turned and unbuttoned his shirt, making sure she burned every inch of his skin into her memory for future recollection. He moaned beneath her touch, and she kissed him again and again, desperate to lose herself in the exquisite moment, never wanting it to end. What Nick couldn’t communicate verbally, he certainly expressed physically. His hard, yet supple torso undulated and flexed as Samantha unleashed his hard, enormous cock and lowered herself onto it. His strong hands kept her writhing body stable as she milked its length. The muscles in his thighs tightened under her palms as he began to thrust harder and faster, their bodies pounding together. His deep, sparkling eyes never left her gaze as they fucked.
Nick loved the wild abandon of shagging Samantha with his jeans down by his ankles, but he wanted to be even closer to her, feel as much of her body against his as he could. The beast at the highest point of his carnal desire was taking him over. In one slick movement, he swept Samatha up and threw her on the sofa, standing to rip away the jeans, shoes and socks that formed the last barrier between Samantha and everything he wanted to do to her. He noted the greedy grin on her face and the look of admiration as she ran her eyes over his body from the top of his head to the tip of his cock, and any last bit of self-consciousness died in him at that moment. Nick took her with one thrust, his entire engorged dick in her slick pussy in one go. Samantha gasped with pleasure and slid her long, stockinged leg around his neck, urging him to give her more.
Nick held her body as tightly against him as he possibly could, savouring how Samantha wriggled and undulated against the size of his cock and how her breasts wobbled with every thrust that he made. He wanted to be inside her forever, feeling the warm, moist sheath of her cunt walls grab at his shaft and slide against him, hearing her gasp and moan no matter how fast or slowly he worked her. He felt the most virile and the most sexy he had ever felt in his life, to be sliding, then screwing, then hammering his cock into the most beautiful woman he had ever known… and for her to be panting for more, begging him not to stop.
Samantha couldn’t believe how alive her snatch felt, filled to the hilt with Nick’s perfect penis. She was stretched and soaking and being pushed to every limit of pleasure that her body could cope with. Every stroke inside her propelled her further and further to a place that she could hardly describe, and she came hard around his thrusting cock, harder than she had ever done with anyone else or by herself, even. She was utterly undone; all her steely, seductive strength dissipated as Nick pulled out of her to come himself, spurting hot gobs of cum all over her naked pussy lips, her hole still clutching in orgasm.
Her body started to relax against his in a perfect post-coital glow. She gazed into his eyes and smiled.
Nick kissed her gently but passionately on the mouth.
‘Hi Sam,’ he said. ‘It’s great to see you again.’
The End