Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1

... fleshy mounds, to feel their heat. I will wait, but not for long. In my room, my need is overwhelming. I take my pants off, not bothering with my shirt, stand in the middle of the room with my cock thrusting out of my shorts. Spitting on my hand, I swirl the palm around the swollen head and begin to slowly stroke. I want to go slow, but I can't. Cum, I have to cum now! "I want to fuck you so badly, Nicole, slide my cock into you. Let me suck your tongue, roll you over on top of me and play with your hanging tits, slip you up and down on my cock. Oh Fuck! I'm shooting. Cumming, sweetheart, cumming hard." I scream. I shoot ropes of cum onto the dresser, the front of the drawers and some on the carpet. My knees buckle and I fall slowly to the floor. When I open my eyes, I imagine she stands in front of me, the hair of her pussy in front of my tongue. She smelled so God damned good at the desk. She will taste like honey and spice. I imagine licking her thighs and thrusting my tongue into her. My cock is hardening again. I roll myself onto the floor with my legs spread and my cock pointing at the ceiling. Precum and cum from my orgasm of a moment ago leak out and lube me making my hand slick. I stroke hard, and then soft, play with myself and then again, "Nicole!" as my cum shoots up to my chest onto my white dress shirt and silk tie. I wake up with a huge woody and make my way to the bathroom. Dried cum sticks to my belly and my pubic hair. I stroke my cock to relax some so I ...

... can pee. It takes a while, and I get aroused again. Before I can pee my hand moves faster. I spit on my cock to make it slippery and within a dozen strokes I shoot all over the toilet. It goes on and on. The woman is driving me crazy. I have to have her. Finally I pee a heavy stream into the toilet, start the shower to get the water warm and step in. I soak a good 15 minutes to relax my shoulders and soothe my aroused state. Washing my cock clean is done quickly, or I'll do it again. Oh fuck, Nicole, what is the hold you have on me? I hardly know you. I dress in workout shorts and tee shirt with walking shoes. Grabbing a towel I head for the door. There is a note slipped under it; I reach down, pick it up and open it. "Dear Mr. Herbert: "I will be in the exercise room before I go on shift at noon today. Maybe you could join me in the sauna for a visit and chat? I love you, Nikki" Nikki? What a sweet nickname. It fits her personality; a serious streak tempered by a sense of playfulness. Is that what got out of control at the front desk last night? I thought she would faint. I grabbed my room key card and started out, paused and returned for something. A condom. On the way down the line in the note 'I love you...' rattles round my head. I have the same feeling. Can I say it to her? She seems so different from the all the others, fresh, an innocence about her. The sauna at the hotel was unique in my experience. It was co-ed with optional nudity, adults only. I had seen them in ...