[en] A Proper New Year’s Eve Fuck at a Motel

I’ll admit that I’m feeling a little nervous. It’s New Year’s Eve, and I’m alone in a motel room in a strange city. We’ve talked many times, but this will be our first time to meet in person. I was delighted when you asked me to spend New Year’s Eve with you, but now I’m starting to feel a bit apprehensive. For a brief moment I contemplate calling the whole thing off, hopping a cab back to the airport with the hopes of trading in my return ticket for something tonight. But it is only a passing thought, the inevitable cold feet.

I suck up my courage and determine to go through the evening. It is almost time. I stop off to look in the mirror, making a final check to make sure that everything is in place. I pull on my blue strapless party dress, making sure that my breasts are in place, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. Beneath the dress I am wearing lacy panties and a garter belt holding up my nylons. Remembering your preferences, I am wearing two-inch spiked heels. My long, dark brown hair is being worn up, styled so that a few curly strands fall down in front of my ears. Around my neck is a tasteful silver necklace, highlighted with several small but sparkling diamonds.

I take a tube of lipstick and apply the deep red color to my lips, smacking them on a tissue to clean off the excess. Finally, I am ready. Any doubts I may have about my appearance are cleared up in the elevator on the way down, which I share with a young man who is trying very hard not to stare at me.

The exhibitionist in me takes over briefly as I exit into the lobby ahead of him, giving my walk an extra bit of sway to show off my ass. I am a few minutes early, so I take a seat in the lobby, anxiously watching the entrance for you to appear. Finally you arrive. You look so smart and handsome in your tailored tuxedo. As we greet with a hug, any doubts I had vanish. Suddenly, it feels so right to be with you this evening. Taking my arm, you lead me out of the lobby and on to the banquet hall. It is a fairly large party, perhaps a hundred people. A live band is playing quietly as the party goers are just starting to head to the buffet.

You got the tickets for the event from a friend of yours, so neither of us know any of the other guests. But that’s just as well, as we spend the entire evening just talking with each other. We are in heavy flirting mode, touching and laughing as we eat our meal. As we eat our dessert (a delicious chocolate cheesecake) I kick off my shoe from my right foot and start to gently massage the inside of your calf under the table. I get the desired response as you drop your fork and smile at me.

[en] A Proper New Year’s Eve Fuck at a Motel

After we finish eating you invite me out to the dance floor. I replace my shoe and take your offered hand, following you to the open area for a slow dance. I tense up briefly as your arm wraps around my waist, but soon I relax as we begin to move across the floor with the slow rhythm. Seizing the moment, I kiss you, warm and tenderly on your mouth. You respond by pulling me a fair bit closer, so that my breasts are pressing firmly against your chest. Our sweaty palms part so my arms can wrap around your shoulders as your left hand joins your right along the small of my back.

We are now barely swaying with the music as our foreheads press together and our noses just barely touch. When the song ends the band starts an up-tempo number, but we leave the dance floor rather than continue dancing; we are both getting riled up, and we don’t want to work it off on the floor. It had been our intention at the beginning of the evening to ring in the new year at the party, but now I can think of nothing else than taking you up to my hotel room to work off our sexual tension in a much more productive fashion.

We stop briefly to claim my purse from the coat check before heading hand-in-hand through the lobby to the elevators. We get on the elevator with an older couple who are apparently too tired to see the evening through to the end. We stand in the back of the car, our arms around each other. Your hand starts to rub my ass through my dress, a prelude for what is to come. When the other couple gets off the elevator on the sixth floor, we turn up the heat.

Moving in front of me, you press your body up against mine and push me against the back wall. Our mouths meet for a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues jousting with the hormonal energy we are generating. The next eleven floors pass all too quickly, and before we know it the doors open as the pleasant but neutral voice announces our arrival at the eighteenth floor.

Reluctantly, we part and step out on to my floor. When we make it to my room, your hands are all over me as I fumble through my purse looking for the plastic card that serves as the room key. I scold you playfully and slap your hand, asking you to please control yourself for twenty seconds so that I can get us into the room. Once inside, our moods suddenly shift. The tension has shifted up to another notch, and once again we feel nervous. I call down to room service to have them send up a bottle of champagne so that we will be able to celebrate the changing of the calendar in an appropriate fashion.

[en] A Proper New Year’s Eve Fuck at a Motel

For the next fifteen minutes we sit on the edge of the bed, necking like two high schoolers on our second date. We both laugh as I take off your tie and toss it across the room. As our comfort level slowly rises, our boldness returns. You place your hand on the inside of my thigh and slowly move it up towards my crotch.

As you begin to rub my pussy through my panties I kiss you harder and deeper. You tug on my panties, lowering them down past the hem of my dress to my knees. I moan with pleasure as your fingers gently explore the folds of my pussy. We are interrupted by a knock on the door along with a voice announcing the arrival of our room service. I stay seated on the edge of the bed while you go to the door. Since the room is in my name I have to sign the receipt. The young man delivering our champagne – he cannot be older than seventeen – brings the slip over to me to sign. When he notices the position of my panties he blushes in embarrassment. I act as if nothing is wrong, signing my name with a bit of a flair before the boy quickly excuses himself.

I ask if you want to open the champagne now, but you reply that you’d prefer to save if for later, as there is something else you’d rather taste right now. You kneel on the floor in front of me, pull my panties all the way off, and gently spread my legs apart, causing my dress to ride up to my hips.

Pussy licking is just appropriate for the New Year’s Eve…

With my bare pussy displayed in all its glory in front of you, you lean your face down and start to lick me. It feels so good, your tongue penetrating me. After a few good minutes of your tongue in my pussy and on my clit I stop you, pulling your head up from my crotch by your chin. I laugh as your lower lip sticks out in a pout, your mouth gleaming slightly from my pussy juices. I wipe your mouth off with my hand and give you a big exaggerated kiss.

We stand and I turn my back to you, asking you to take off my dress. You unzip me and then pull the dress down off my breasts. I feel your hands run down the sides of my abdomen and hips as you peel the dress down and off. I kick the dress away, not caring where it lands. Your hands move up and caress my breasts as you kiss and nibble my neck. Now wearing only my garter belt, stockings and heels, I slowly grind the backside of my naked body against you as your hands roam all over me. I turn around so that I am facing you and start to unbutton your shirt.

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It takes me a while to accomplish my task, as you are constantly distracting me with kisses. Finally I finish and you discard your shirt somewhere near my dress. I gently run my long nails across your chest and down your stomach to your waist.

I quickly unfasten your buckle and pull off your belt, then unzip your slacks and pull them down to your feet along with your underwear. You discard your pants, shoes and socks as we move the action back over to the bed. You lay back, propping yourself up with your arms and spreading your legs to give me easy access to your cock. I lean over your thigh, grab ahold of your cock and begin to lick.

Your cock grows longer and harder until it is at full attention, at which point I take your cockhead between my lips. As I suck on your erect cock, I feel your hand between my legs, teasing them open. I spread them slightly so that your fingers can slip up inside my juicy pussy. We continue this way for a while, until I feel myself moving close to an orgasm. But I don’t want to come until I have your cock inside me. That’s what I really want for my New Year’s Eve.

So, quickly I change position so that I’m straddling your cock and I quickly lower myself onto you. With only a few quick strokes I begin to come. The wonderful warm feeling starts inside me an explodes outward as I scream with pleasure and dig my nails into your shoulders. With your hard shaft still inside me I collapse forward on top of you, pressing my breasts into your chest. You hold me tight and kiss me, our bodies entwined and merged.

Then you roll us over into the missionary position and begin to fuck me in earnest. I let out sharp cries of passion with each firm thrust as your cock fills the inside of my pussy. Soon I am coming again, and then you are too, filling me with loads of your hot sticky jism. After our mutual climax you move off of me and roll to my side.

I glance over to the clock on the nightstand and notice the time. 12:01. We rang in the New Year’s Eve together in a state of orgasmic bliss. Once we’ve had a chance to relax and recover, we break out the champagne.

[en] A Proper New Year’s Eve Fuck at a Motel

When you open the bottle the bubbly sprays all over, splashing on our naked bodies. When we’ve each finished a glass, we turn our attention to cleaning each other off – with our tongues. You pay special attention to my large, firm breasts, licking and sucking on them far more than needed to clean up the champagne.

We finish off the bottle of champagne and then fall into a blissful sleep in each other’s arms. We part in the morning, but not before making plans to meet up again next month. I’ll be counting the days!

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