My Vinegar - Sex Stories

My Vinegar

... miracle.

My company needed to send a delegation of experienced analysts to solve a major problem with one of their suppliers. Where were these suppliers based? California!!! The thought of meeting Vinegar did cross my mind like a shooting star but it disappeared immediately because I didn’t think me and Vinegar had anything left and I didn’t think I would hear from her in time. How wrong was I!!

When I heard from Vinegar next, I couldn’t contain myself and I told her I would be leaving for California in a few days. We had often spoken of wanting to meet and I had always told her there was only one way this would happen. It would have to be work-related, which would be the only way I could even approach my wife about staying away from home. Let’s just say there were trust issues between me and my wife. I was about to prove her mis-trust wasn’t misplaced.

And there I was! It was close to 10pm, and I was walking to meet Vinegar in a hostel we had chosen prior to me departing. The images I had in my mind as I walked closer and closer to the California Dreams Hostel were nothing short of a hardcore porn movie… screaming, hair pulling, slapping, cursing, skin slapping on skin, puddles of liquid all over the floor!

The hostel was a cheap place for backpackers with private rooms. I was already staying at the Hilton through work but meeting there could have been troublesome with my work colleagues also staying at the Hilton so Vinegar offered to pay for the hostel. I ...

... knew Vinegar was already in the hostel and I knew which room she was staying in and moments later, I was standing outside the door, poised with my hands to knock when I realised that the door was already open, so I slowly pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was small, cozy and warm, with a double bed on one side, and a desk on the other with a wooden chair tucked under the desk. Next to the bed was a small single sofa armchair. The room was dimly lit and I could smell the sweet fragrance of perfume lingering in the air. I took off my coat and placed in on the desk.

I could hear the shower running in what must have been the en-suite bathroom, and I guessed Vinegar was inside. Should I go in? Should I wait? As I mulled over the options, the water stopped running, so I decided to wait and I walked over to the sofa chair and sat down. My eyes were locked on the bathroom door and I could hear her shuffling around from inside. I waited patiently, eagerly, hungry for what I had dreamed about for so long.

It wasn’t long before I heard the bathroom door open and out she walked, wrapped in a towel which covered her chest and down to halfway between her knees and waist. She gasped when she saw me and just stood there looking at me, and I sat there looking at her. My heart was racing and my groin suddenly felt the rush of hot blood engorging my cock.

Her curly hair fell down to her shoulder, still damp, and I could see small droplets of water gathering at the tips. Her ...