Blissful Torment

After two weeks in the US, I arrived at the airport closest to your city without any remaining jet lag. I grabbed my bags, and checked my phone, finding a "I'm waiting at the exit" message. I grinned in anticipation. It took me a moment to find you, having never met you before. You seemed flushed and nervous, but happy to see me.

I pulled you into a close hug as a greeting, enjoying how you both tensed up and then melted in my arms. We properly said hi afterwards, and exchanged some pleasantries, but we knew we wanted to go somewhere else. Quickly.

You helped me carry some of my stuff, and guided me out of the airport, towards your car. When we got in, I looked around, and without even saying a word, I slipped my hand between your legs, feeling your soft thighs, and brushed it upwards under your dress. You had always told me how wet you are, but reality still surprised me. 

I chuckled, and let my fingers tease you a bit as you closed your eyes and moaned, desperate for more, but reluctant about doing anything in the busy parking lot. I pulled my fingers away, and gave them a lick: "I cannot wait to taste this a bit more thoroughly" I commented with a smirk.

But without losing a moment, I pulled my phone out again, and got a map up to the hotel I had booked. After you had collected your thoughts (I would not let you start driving before taking a second) we were off. Light conversation in the air about where I had been and what sights to see around here, and we easily managed to bridge the time until we arrived at our destination.

I checked in, and we went to see the room. The elevator ride seemed to never end, and I was absolutely sure you were breathing heavily and had flushed cheeks. I could feel my dick growing in my pants. When we unlocked the door and entered the room, you just stood there, in the middle near the bed, with an expression of hesitation on your face.

I told you in a stern voice: "I'll have a quick shower. When I get out, you will be naked and kneeling at the side of the bed." then went to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, deliberately leaving you to deal with how to handle the crazy (yet not unexpected) situation. 

Not wanting to disappoint you, I took a nice hot shower, making sure the sweat and stink of travel was all gone before stepping out. I was only wearing a towel around my waist. Only the tiniest flicker of doubt was on my mind. Had you run away? Did you sit down and watch TV? But no, just as expected, you were completely naked, with your hands demurely on your knees in front of the bed.

I walked in front of you, and sat down on the bed facing you, looking down at you from above. Then I'd put the towel aside, showing off my rock-hard cock in front of your face. I wished I could have told you to get me hard, but I was looking way too much forward to this. 

I just said: "Go on." - You knew what I meant. Then I just leaned back, and let you spend some time with my cock. Clearly you were completely inexperienced and had hardly any idea of what to do, but your enthusiasm was endearing and enticing. I let you practise a little, trying licking, sucking, nibbling, rubbing, sometimes giving you tips or orders. But it was clear I would not be able to cum from this.

Instead I told you to lay on the bed, spread your legs, enjoy, and not cum. Then I returned the favour. I had you on an edge after about three licks, and after a minute you were telling me that I had to go slower or you'd cum. After five minutes it became begging. After ten it became hard to understand.

I got up, gave you a wet kiss, put on a condom, and very gently and slowly slid my dick into your drenched and quivering pussy. As this was your first time, I was careful and gentle, letting you get used to the new and intense sensations. But it did not take long before you were clearly enjoying it, and so I fucked you harder and harder until I came. You gasped as you felt my dick throb and pulse, a sensation you had never felt before.

Then I collapsed on top of you, spent and happy, with you still just at the brink and unbelievably horny. "Maybe you'll cum next time." I whispered into your ear. "Or maybe not."

Originally written 2019-04-16, © Blissful Torment