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My plane had landed just a half hour before. The city we were in was clear across the country. Knowing that no one we know would be within a thousand miles of here, I pick you up and twirl you around, showing off my hard work in the weight room. I haven't seen you for a long time and you're looking hotter than ever. I can't believe how much I've missed you as I kiss you deeply. We hear someone mutter, "Get a room." "Good idea," you say, and squeeze my hand. I smile and we wheel our suitcases down the concourse. A convertible is waiting for us at the rental counter in my name. The sunshine is bright and the Florida town obscure and anonymous. Our bosses think we're at a conference, so we have to put in an appearance. I reluctantly let go of you as we arrive at the hotel. You go before me and check in and you're gone. The loss of you is a sharp pain, like something slid between my ribs. After enough time has passed, I leave my suitcase in the trunk, as you did, and take my turn at the desk. My room number ends up being 1204. I pocket the key and instead of heading to 1204, head to a nearby ballroom, outside which there is a bored girl behind a table with conference badges. I give her a polite smile as she hands me my badge and packet. Badge hanging around my neck, I'm allowed to enter the ballroom. It's a low budget conference, and I wander around. I'm mostly looking to make sure I don't know anyone. I don't, until I see you across the room. You're a ray of light. You're holding a skinny glass of something with some guy hitting on you. I can see you leading him on, which gives me a little twinge, until I see you half turn and wink an Irish eye at me. I can't help but laugh out loud, making a dowdy woman nearby look at me strangely. I smile at her, and find my way back to the doorway. I didn't recognize a soul. It's all going to work. Ten minutes later, I'm back in the car, enjoying the sunshine. You soon come dancing out and join me. You reach across and kiss me. I grab you and pull you close. I can't believe how much I missed you just for that half hour. We drive to our real destination, a quiet hotel complex just far enough away, but not so far that we can't get back a few times for appearances. This time, we check in together. They greet "Mr. and Mrs." and while we know this won't ever be, it's good for a smile and for our summer fantasy. The room number is 214 and I'm as hard as a rock in anticipation. You attack me as soon as the elevator door closes. You're up on me, legs wrapped around my ass. I'm ready to do you right there. I press you hard against the wall. There's a mirror on the back, and we can see each other's hunger for each other. I'm tempted to pull the emergency stop and find what's under the slacks that look so fine on your ass, but I'm sure the bell will ring, and besides, the second floor comes really quickly. We disentangle, and make our way to our room down the hall. It's light in theme, with a giant painting of an orchid on the wall behind the king-sized bed, but I barely notice any of this since the second the door opens, I kick the suitcases inside, close the door, and push you against it. Our kisses are urgent and frantic. I'm starving for your breasts, and I free them, probably a little too roughly, and grab and suck on them for all I'm worth. You're wiggling that fine ass out of your slacks and kicking off your heels. My cock is so hard that I'm afraid to let you touch it for fear of exploding all over before I'm ready. I drop my pants and kick off my shoes and socks. You try to kneel down and take me in your mouth, but I won't let you. I'm in too much of a hurry. Keeping your back against the door, I pick you up with my arms under your ass and put myself in you. You're incredibly wet and I nearly come at the feeling. You cross your ankles behind my back as I push hard against you, with you against the door, and start a fast rhythm. I bury myself in you over and over again as I feel your breasts against my chest. You're panting and incoherent. This is faster and harder than you'd expected, and I keep up the pace as you slam your hips into me. It's really quick, but you were already so hot by the time we got to the room that you're already nearly there. I keep driving into you and suddenly, you stiffen and quiver as the orgasm washes over you. "Ah, ah, God," you say, and mumble something else incoherent. Feeling you shaking on me puts me over the edge and I come too, rope after rope, so much that it's splashing all over as I keep up the pace. "Fuck. Me. Fuck!" I say, as I keep pounding you. You keep coming on me for what seems like forever, until we both gradually slow down and take a breath. I shift to hold you in my arms more tenderly, and kiss you as I carry you over to the bed. The down comforter is soft, and now that we have the first round out of the way, we can take the proper amount of time for the next. We lay together on the fluffy bed and catch up. You tell me about kids and work and everything fun and I do the same. It's been too long. You stroke my chest and after awhile, I turn the tables and start tracing a line from between your breasts, down your stomach, and lightly caress inside your legs. From there, I brush your nether lips just slightly, then a little more. I find your beautiful clitoris and trace it, and then, making sure it's plenty wet, rub above and around it in a quickening pace. My other finger is soon inside you, finding that most sensitive spot. Before long, you're thrashing all over the bed, gasping at the energy of your orgasm. It's been years since you've come this hard. I crawl down on top and my mouth finds you at the same time you put my newly hard cock in your mouth. You work me expertly as I taste you and start a good rhythm with my tongue. You jump and moan as I suddenly suck hard on your still-sensitive bud. I go back to the rhythm with my tongue and fingers, and soon you're coming again, throwing off your pace on my cock, and saving me from coming too soon. I'm not ready yet. As your cum settles down, I pivot off of you and reach my hands under your ass. My hands are just made to go there, and my cock is soon buried deep inside you again. Missionary style may be plain, but it lets me look you deep in the eyes as I'm thrusting inside you. My hands pull your ass into me and make sure you can feel every inch of me. Your hands are everywhere, guiding me, pushing me, pulling me, rubbing yourself, and cupping your breasts. With your gymnast's grace, you sit up with me, legs wrapped around me. I lift you for a few strokes, before you push me over on my back. You come down on me hard, like you mean business, riding my cock with abandon. You are up and down, and back and forth, rubbing yourself all over me. My hands are on your hips and then your breasts, which I so love to hold. You are bouncing on me really fast, until I pull you down, feeling your breasts on my chest. I keep pounding you from beneath as I hold you tight. I make sure my finger is slick, and then put it lightly in your ass, making you buck and pitch in surprise. I feel you shudder on me as the extra pressure makes you come again. I keep a tight hold of you as I keep up the pace until your orgasm fades. We're sweaty and panting, and you roll off beside me onto the bed. After a minute to catch our breath, I roll you over and put a pillow under your hips. I start by mounting you from behind, with you laying on the pillow, with my legs outside yours. My cock is a snug fit as I start pushing hard, picking up a fast pace. Your ass looks beautiful as I pound you. I raise you up on your knees and lean back without missing a beat. You move back and down against me over and over.. Eventually, I lay all the way back, and you're riding me in reverse, I can't take this too much longer. You sense it and slide off me. You kneel over me on the bed and take me again in your mouth. I don't resist this time, and in only a minute or two, you have me harder than I've ever been, and coming a huge mouthful. Mess is no issue, and instead of swallowing, you let the cum run out of your mouth and all over me, and then slide yourself through it to lay on top of me. You lay on top of me for a long time, and we bask in the orgasms and their afterglow. You're amazing, and you just fucked me silly. Not much rational thought is going through my mind, except... ...how quickly I can get ready to do it again... We shower together, which gives me a chance to use my hands to give you a string of soapy orgasms. It has you so shaky after that I have to hold you up under the water. Soon we're clean and dry and dressed and ready to explore. It's dark now, but the air is warm and humid. We drive to a nearby restaurant. It's small and intimate and the food surprisingly good. We sit on the same side of the booth and I'm touching you here and there, at least as much as we can get away with in the quiet restaurant. You look amazing in your snug top and what I can tell are new jeans. Your ass is something to behold. I love it when you get up to use the restroom and I watch you wiggle your way out. I can't take it and follow you into the restroom. Fortunately, the door locks. I bend you over the sink and pull down those amazing jeans just far enough, and bury myself in you. It's not your favorite position, but there's no time for anything else."Holy shit," you say, as you can already feel waves coming over you. Something about the naughtiness of doing it in the can, and how hard I'm fucking you makes you crazy. I reach around and rub your clit as I'm pounding you. My fingers are dancing. I want to make you cum so bad I can taste it. I can feel your legs stiffen as you get close and speed up my fingers. "Oh. My. God," you say, as you cum for the tenth time that day. You can barely stand up, but I hold your hips and keep fucking with long strokes. I'm there, too, and I erupt inside you. It's a good thing I'm snipped. It's that kind of animal fuck that has created babies from time immemorial. I can't believe how much I come again. We clean up and by this time, our food has arrived. We joke and chat and plan. We discuss how to get your properly tied to the bed and how you plan to tease me. We think of some cool places to hang out. A cool concert. Some excellent bars. We have three more days of this fantasy, after which we know it has to end. But for those days, it's real, it's hot, and I plan to fuck your brains out! Chapter 2 Back at the hotel, we're exhausted. After dinner, we found a crazy bar where we had no choice but to get up and dance. It was childishly silly, and completely fun. We're in a different world and completely away from responsibilities, cares--or even being adults! We cuddle and I give you a backrub and we're soon sound asleep on the pillowtop king bed. I have this amazing dream where your mouth is on me, all wetness and pressure, and I'm as hard as a rock as you work me. Except that it's not a dream and I cross over from dreamland to fantasy reality to feel you. I turn you so that you're over my face. You don't miss a beat as I go to work on you above me. I lick and probe and hum into you. The taste of you is driving me crazy as you keep the pressure up on me. You're so wet and hot that I'm able to make you come on top of me. You pause as it pulses and shakes you. I keep my tongue moving and work my fingers hard against that special spot inside you until you are shuddering and moaning. My cock is twitching as you slam your hand hard down around it, and hold on for dear life as you come and come. And only an instant later, I'm coming too, all over you and me. It's still dark, and we collapse back into bed, not even bothering to clean up. We're soon in dreamy sleep again. Much later in the morning, I crack the blackout blinds to just a crack of warm sunshine streaming in. You're beautiful, tangled in sheets on a bed. I arrange the curtain light just so and get my camera. I take an anonymous, but completely lovely black and white of you there: sheet, one leg out, a breast on the sheet, and your hair obscuring who you are, but exposing your beauty. It'll be a keeper for sure, I know. On the phone, I quietly dial for room service breakfast and espresso, and say I want it left outside the door. The naked sight of you is all mine this week. When you stir later, I hand you coffee and a croissant. We make fake plans for Paris and Bora Bora and talk about places and people and how much we hate our bosses, because today we are glad to be away from them, even if we don't always hate them. You're dressed in flats and a summery cotton dress. The dress isn't the work-and-home-and-friends you, and is something you'd normally never wear. But we're being fantasy people today. We'd found it last night from a street vendor and probably a little tipsy, had picked it up. You are light on your feet and cheerful as we walk on the boardwalk, modeling for me everywhere. You're leading me around, a bit like the "Lead Me Around the World" photos (https://instagram.com/muradosmann/). We're chatting like--and feeling like!--teenagers. We ignore the fact that this will have to come to an end at some point and just live for the moment. We grab a light lunch at a oceanside cafe. The waves are breaking not far away, and we sit and sip and watch people strolling by. There's nothing to do besides look at you and chat. Our phones are who knows where and who cares what's going on elsewhere. The world will have to get by without us for now. Later, we're on the beach, idly turning some novel pages, and mostly just soaking it all in. The sun is lower now, and we're drowsy and content. But then, an alarm goes off somewhere, and we're reminded that we have to make one of those periodic check ins at the conference, so we drag ourselves back into business casual and zoom back to the corporate modernist hotel. We mingle and mix at the conference event, making sure to post a few things on social media about the conference, though it gags me to do so. It's a bunch of desperate people, living for the open bar and craving something out of the ordinary by being at the conference. You're surrounded, as usual, and when we arrive out our planned escape time, we slip out of there. The carpet, wallpaper, and even floor plan are the same as a zillion other hotels in its chain. It's suffocating and we have to get back to our sanctuary. Chapter 3 Our downy soft bed awaits, and stripped of our corporate clothes, we make long, slow, deep love. We're in no hurry, and explore each other. I touch and you react. You guide me to the best places, and I make you gasp. A little tickle here and there makes you giggle, and a finger inside you makes you tremble. I'm back inside you and give you smooth strokes. You can feel my chest on your breast, and it tingles your nipples as I move against you. You wrap your legs around me and lock your ankles behind my back. I'm as deep as I can go and I'm pulling you tight against me. There's nothing else in the world but being inside you. Your eyes are dreamily closed and your ass rises up a little after each stroke. It doesn't even matter if we come. We just ride and ride and let the natural chemicals flow. Our bodies fit together perfectly, velvet and iron, all lights and flashing colors of being together. When you come, it's different. It's a glow that starts from deep inside, and then gently consumes every bit of you. It's warm and gentle, but shakes you to your core. Time stops passing and you're not really aware of anything else around you until you come down from this natural high. By then, of course, I've filled you and am laying next to you, whispering and caressing. Making sure you know how amazing you are and how much I've missed you. After a long time, we dress and head out for the evening. There's a tinge of sadness because we're very aware that this is the last night. Neither of us says anything about it, but it's hanging there between us. It's still hot and humid, even though dark, and we cruise in our convertible. An hour south and we're on bridge after bridge, dark ocean below us. There's eventually an exit that seems completely deserted. We take it and park near an empty beach. Our shoes stay in the car, and we're soon strolling. The white coral sand is soft and wet and goes on forever. It's amazingly dark and there's no moon. We can barely see the white foam of the breakers to our right. To our left, we can hear cars on the raised freeway, but it's just far enough away, and dark enough to be invisible. We're all alone in the dark between waves and sand. We drift towards the water and let the waves wash over our feet. The water is warm and the salt smell is intoxicating. It's our last night, but we refuse to let this come between us. We stop and you put both arms around my neck. I kiss you deeply, and time stops again for a time. We keep walking until there's a natural ledge in the sand, which seems to have been carved by the waves just for us. We sit in the dark and don't say much and just listen to the waves come in. My arm is around you and your head is on my shoulder. Far out to sea, we can see a cruise ship departing, festooned in strings of yellow light. Faint music comes from it. People escaping and enjoying. You stand and in a few seconds, you have nothing on, my sea goddess in the dark. I can just see the curve of your breasts, and the gentle curl of your hair. My pants are quickly discarded as you straddle me. You're such a breathtaking sight that I am instantly hard. You lower yourself on me and we're in beach heaven. You're my siren, my succubus as you ride me there on the beach. My blood is pumping and all I can hear is waves crashing. You're tight on me and you lean forward so that my cock is rubbing you just in the right places inside. I grab your ass and pull you down on me, over and over again. The sand is warm under me and you're warm on top and around me. Your breasts rub against my face, and I'm in heaven. Your head tips back and as your hair cascades, you see a galaxy of stars burning above us, urging us on, faster and faster. Somewhere in the universe, a couple stars align, and we come together in a heap on the sand. We're laughing and trying to keep sand out of anything sensitive. We skinny dip in the warm waves to wash off, though I can't let go of you, so we don't really swim. I'm not ready to let you go. Not yet, even though the time is coming. Later, we dry on the beach and stroll quietly to the car. I'd love to know what you're thinking, but this is not the time. There will probably never be such a time. We find a random pop radio station to listen to in the car, and make our way over the bridges and back to our love nest. The bed invites, and we crash. I keep my hand on you all night, dreading that I'm going to have to soon say good bye. In the morning, it's back to make our final appearance at the closing of the conference. We pretend to be happy, but coming back to reality is hard. We check out of the hotel separately, and make our way back to the airport. We've already decided that good bye is going to be short and with no regrets. I have to head to the A concourse and you to B. They have different security lines, so this has to be good bye. And with huge mobs of the public. I hate this, but it's probably best. We hug and kiss and this is the end. Or not exactly. I, of course, watch your ass as you stroll to the gate. You know I'm doing this, and at some point before hitting security, turn and give me your best smile. This is how I will always remember you. As I drift back to town in my upgraded First Class seat, my mind starts to shift back to reality. It's jarring, but necessary. There is good to return to, but the memory of our summer fantasy will forever remain. Fantasy, reality, reality, fantasy. In less than wakeful moments between sleep and consciousness, I find myself back there, in the warmth and humidity, with you, your eyes, and your smile. And I smile. <> * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 84