Secret Hotel Meeting: Sex on the Down Low

When I need a rendezvous with someone already in a relationship, a secret hotel meeting is the way to go.

I know a secret hotel meeting sounds scandalous. But sometimes guys need a little more than what they get at home, and I need way more sex than the average girl. So it works out for all parties.

Firstly, we meet at a hotel because not many guys can come to my place. It’s small and a bit far for some of them, and most guys prefer a quicky in the afternoon. So, they usually pay for a room at a hotel nearby. It’s easy to take a late lunch and stop by a nearby business than to drive out to my place.

I like to spruce up the hotel room a little. I get there first, and I always go ahead and shower. I’ll put something nice on, too. When I have a secret hotel meeting with a lover, I always like to give them a little surprise for their eyes. For example, on Thursday, I put on a strappy body suit underneath a black dress. It was more negative space than fabric, but it did the trick.

My lover, tired from morning meetings and looming deadlines, had come in letting me know he could only do a quicky. So he pulled me into a kiss and I led him to the bed. As he pushed me down, his hands trailed underneath my dress. When he got the straps he actually stopped the kiss and, confused, followed them with his hand before reaching down to pull off my dress.

“Do you like it?” I asked him, wiggling a little bit underneath him. The bodysuit was a little too tight in my bust, but that’s more because I have a large bust than the bodysuit’s fault.

He did love what I wore for our secret hotel meeting.

He began to kiss my skin where the straps weren’t- on my lower hip, upper hip, up my tummy, and under my ribcage. “It’s gorgeous, baby,” he told me, though he did pull the suit down to begin sucking on my nipples.

I bit my lip as I opened up my legs, encouraging him where I wanted him the most. After all, he and I had already waited all day to be together! I didn’t want to wait any longer!

But finally, as if he enjoyed making my pussy as wet as possible, he told me to get out of the bodysuit so he could fuck me properly. How could I resist that?

As I pulled it off myself, I noticed his gaze focused on his belt, so I crawled onto my hands and knees.

When he looked up, he saw my ass up in the air, pussy spread wide. “I always love surprising you with these secret hotel meetings,” I let him know. He laughed, and positioned himself behind me, cockhead right against my entrance.

You know, I don’t always meet at hotels. Sometimes I have gas station sex… but most of the time you can reach me over the phone!

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