The Hotel Terrace - Sex Stories

The Hotel Terrace

... fucked a man who I just met an hour ago. His penis was lodged in my cunt, and I could feel his sperm slowly drip out of me, and on to his belly. As I sat on him, still leaning on him with both palms on his chest, I could feel him still throbbing inside me.

What we had just done was magical. I never had a better orgasm than what I just experienced with him. Part of it was due to the novelty of fucking a man I just met, part was that we were naked, outdoors high on a terrace in downtown Dallas, and part of it was that both Roger and I really know how to fuck. I bent forward and kissed him hard and deeply. Then I told him I was going to climb off.

After we recovered somewhat, we refilled that beautiful tub with hot water and both crawled in it for a luxurious soaking. We held each other and did not speak. Finally, Roger decided he’d better go. He was such a gentleman that he did not want to wait for me to awkwardly invite him to stay the night, or to ask him to leave. He dried off and got dressed. He bent over the tub where I still was and kissed me one last time. It was magical. He looked into my eyes and said he would remember this forever. I felt the same.

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