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In Town for Work, Part II

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I awoke to the sound of creaking floorboards and the smell of shower steam.

Living the bachelor life for so long has made me a light sleeper. Just about anything other than the familiar sound of traffic will rouse me from my slumber. I don't mind living alone, really. In fact I'd say I excel at it. It does help to be the kind of guy that can be alone, and not feel lonely. I like to think of myself as a modern day huntsman, unafraid of trekking into the wilderness to provide for myself.

In my dozen years of living in New York, I've been known to meet a woman or two. The headstrong out-of-towner with something to prove, out to make it on her wits alone, chasing a dream. Wherever there's a family missing their daughter, or a lonely ex boyfriend with a broken heart. Far from the Rio Grande Valley, the Oil Sands of Alberta, or the Oklahoman panhandle... wherever home might be. Regardless of the particulars, in the end everyone just wants a story to tell. This story almost always has a leading role available, and open auditions are held year round, every night in every bar across the five boros. If you're looking for a story, The Empire City seems to be only too happy to oblige.

What drew me to her was not doe eyed idealism, and it wasn't some twisted fantasy waiting to be fulfilled, nor was it an instant connection between soul mates. Truthfully, what stirred something within me when I saw her on the west side was simply, lust. Pure, sincere, unadulterated sexual lust.

The way her tight ass would pivot when she'd struggle exiting through the turnstiles at the station. The way those modest but perky tits would sway from side to side when she'd lean over and struggle with that ridiculously overstuffed suitcase full of God-knows-what. Or how she'd draw attention to her hot, full lips by biting them as I'm watching. It's like she had a playbook for catching my attention.

I wanted to take her home more than anyone I'd taken home in a long, long time.

It was a more than pleasant surprise to realize how sexually compatible we had turned out to be. There was no need for guessing games. Just two consenting adults with a mutual interest in sharing a carnal adventure. I wanted to fuck her, she wanted to let me.

So, we fucked.

Sure, it wasn't necessarily a screw-fest marathon requiring hydration breaks, but she had to work the next day. I'd planned to be brief. In and out, so to speak. But before I knew it, I'd already heard my phone buzz on the nightstand three times past midnight. Three in the morning, and I'm still here with this lady I hardly know. Even though it went against all my rules, I felt like I just had to stay a little longer...

Now I've overslept, lying on the bed where she left me, physically exposed, and vulnerable to whatever emotional imbalance I failed to pick up on the night before, due to sex on the brain, or alcoholic influence, or a combination of both...

Is this the modern-day hunter's version of a freak-out?

I'll just lie here with my eyes closed. I'll sneak out the first chance I get. Maybe get dressed in the stairwell...

Now I hear the creaking as it closes in on the bed. The shades are drawn, so I can't make out too much in the dark room, thought it's morning outside. The weight on the bed shifts slightly. I register a warm, delicate brush on my upper thigh. With every soft and featherlike touch, I sense the caress approach the most intimate area on my body; the region which I hold most dear, with which I define so much about myself---

Something funny about morning wood: you don't realize it's happening until you see or touch it, or someone else touches it for you.

Before I'm able to consider the possibilities, a wet warmth envelops the head of my monster matutinal erection, and I let escape a hoarse moan. My toes curl downward into the as yet undisturbed quilt atop the king-sized hotel bed, my quads tighten, and my knees lock, as every dendrite of every neuron devoted to feeling in my body seems to focus on the heavenly sensation taking place just below my field of vision.

Shit, this girl is good.

It's in this moment that a flood of memories from the night before come rushing back. I most definitely want to be here, with her, right now.

"Oh God, wow..."

"That's new. Never been called God before."

As she moved her mouth away to speak, I felt the cold ambient air against the glans of my cock and immediately regretted saying anything that would distract her from the task at hand. Damn these drafty New York buildings.

I open my still light-sensitive eyes to gaze upon the face of the blessed creature that knows the one sure way to make waking up something to long for.

"I'd say 'rise and shine', but it seems you beat me to the punch." She grins, closes her eyes and leans in for a peck on the lips. But instead of me sitting up to reciprocate, I pull her head down to my face with both hands and tongue kiss her, deeply.

Some guys hate the idea of kissing a woman after she's gone down on them. I don't see what the problem is. I'm not worried about my own bodily cleanliness. And if I find myself fucking a girl I won't kiss just because she hasn't brushed her teeth... Well, let's just say dental hygiene might be the least of my worries.

This girl really seems to enjoy playing with my cock. It seems every time there's a lull in sexual activity, her default is to touch, fondle, stroke it. She's eyeing my stiff cock again, this time from the corner of her eye. I can read hesitation, and can only assume it must be something do to with the time... Suddenly, I feel a stirring inside of me, and can't help but to disregard any worry about schedules and timelines. I must have her body again, and I must have it right now. I must take Rebecca wholly and fully.

The unexpected movement in the dark startles her, and I can see her shoulders flinch as I take hold of her wrist with a soft but firm grip. I get on my knees, still on the now slightly ruffled king bed, and direct her to also kneel on the bed with me. We embrace chest to chest, bodies pressed against each other, heads slightly bowed. I dip my head lower to catch the lips of my lovely companion's in mine, and we kiss tenderly.

"Let me suck your tongue", I whisper between breaths. She parts her lips and slowly feeds me her soft, delicate mouth muscle. I take it in between my lips and nibble, with the rhythm of a nursing baby half asleep, as I caress the base of her head with both palms. My right hand's fingers slowly follow the natural curve of her spine, softly enough to make out the invisible blonde body hair that naturally grows on anyone's skin, until I reach her tailbone. I continue the southern route and curve around the bottom of her left buttock, and rest my middle finger on the rear entrance to her soft, wet, and mostly hairless pussy. I can feel the sensation of her fleshy lips quiver as I run the tip of my longest, thickest finger up and down the rim of her wanting labia... wanting for me to put it inside. And so I do. At first, gingerly, carefully, as if expecting her to flinch. Instead, she drives herself down in an effort to push me deeper inside her. But the entire span of my finger has been exhausted in an effort to satisfy her need for length, girth, hardness, warmth... and yet I still have one more option.

I part her knees slowly, shifting her weight each time I move a leg over, then take her by the back of her knees with my elbows from below, and steady her weight on my arms. I lift her up and swing her slowly backward, until her neck and head are supported by the small mound of stiff hotel pillows that have been amassed in a corner of the bed. I climb over her, supporting myself with the strength of my own four limbs as if she's a Twister mat and I'm a teenage player hovering over her, our noses inches away from touching. But instead of kissing her pouty, delicate lips, now slightly quivering from anticipation, I suck lightly on her chin, jutting out toward me due to the angle of her neck on the pillows.

The sun is now strong, beaming into the spartanly decorated hotel room through the vertical spaces in between the vinyl blind slats hanging from the window valance overhead. It must be 8 o'clock in the morning. She acknowledges the apparent lateness of the morning and begins to protest the passage of time, but before she can utter a word, I quiet her with my tongue, feeling inside her mouth in search of her own skilled, graceful tongue. They make contact, and greet each other warmly.

It's during this kiss that I lower my pelvis toward hers, with the desire to taunt the entrance to her moist vagina with the tip of my rock-hard cock, standing at full attention. Before I can exert any control over the situation, she instinctively takes my rigid tool in her right hand and guides it toward her opening, already yearning for it to pierce her. She opens her legs even more, and pulls me by my back to close the remaining gap between our inevitable sex. I slowly allow the distance to diminish, dipping my body lower and lower, until I feel the tips of our respective sexual playthings make light contact. I decide to dispense with the games. I want to fuck Becky, and I want to fuck her hard.

And so I do. Slowly, at first. Her moans are whisper soft. They're more like articulated breaths. In, and out. I match my speed of entering and partly exiting her with the rhythm of my sex partner's breaths. Without even meaning to, my pace escalates as my desire for being one with her increases. Now I'm supporting myself with my elbows, still kissing her passionately, alternating whose tongue gets to explore whose mouth, while our lower bodies copulate excitedly, with a strong and forceful cadence, very much agreeing to the speed of the pendulum of a grandfather clock. Our bodies sway backward and forward with every heave. Rebecca's mouth is now more agape, and she is no longer trying to kiss back, as her moans are increasingly louder. My cock is harder than ever, and as I reach the end of each thrust I feel what seems to be the end of her available space inside. She has without a doubt the tightest and prettiest pussy I have ever had the pleasure to make love to. I shift my weight to my left arm, and use my dominant hand to wipe some of her excess wetness that stays on the shaft of my super solid cock as I slide out of her, and I begin to rub on her protruding clitoris. It's so stiff and engorged, barely peeking out from under its hood. Shy, but begging to be caressed and excited. I get an idea.

Lifting her right leg over myself, I lie down on my left side. I'm able to easily fuck her lying down this way and still get as deep as before, but now I can also rub her clit as fast as I want, without losing my precarious balance. Becky loves it. Now I'm starting to bone her faster, and faster. My cock is entering her at an angle that excites the roof of her vagina; all the while I'm drawing short, shallow circles on the tip of her clit with my wet finger. Since my left hand is now free, I begin to grope her right breast with considerable force, her nipple lodged in between my middle and index finger.

"Oh fuck, baby, God, yes, fuck me baby, fuck me hard! Fuck me with your beautiful cock!"

All I can do is breathe and concentrate on not coming. Her tight interior pussy lips are gripping my rod with considerable force. I can no longer hold this speed for very much longer without blowing my load; I'm so overwhelmed by the sexuality of this appealing woman. So I stop rubbing her clit with my hand, and move it around her underarm to support myself from above her shoulder. This causes the base of my cock to come into direct contact with her moist and inflamed clitoris. I speed up my pelvic thrusts, driving my rock hard cock into her sweet, wet fuck hole nine or ten times with all the force I can muster, deeper and harder than ever before. This is all she needs to come violently. I feel the walls of her vagina contracting around me strongly, and she groans in ecstasy. I ride the wave of emotions, careful to pull back on my pelvic muscles to avoid orgasm. I want to come; I want to come inside her so badly.

I pull out slowly, and kiss each of her nipples, one at a time. Our focusing on her tits gives her a few seconds to regain composure after her debilitating orgasm. Once she's come down from her high, she's fully enjoying my playing with her picture-perfect perky breasts.

Now, I can ask her for what I really want.

"Honey, get on your hands and knees. I want to screw you from behind."

Without delay, Becky gets up and positions herself pointing away from me, with her ass in the air, and her face on what would be the foothills of the mountain of pillows, facing away from the incline. I take a moment to marvel at the beauty of the scene before me. Drenched in sweat, sexy-beyond-words, caramel colored sex goddess, waving her completely nude ass in front of my rigid manhood, literally begging for me to fuck her wet pussy. I can only smile at my fortune.

Becky does not appreciate the wait, and begins to tap her right butt cheek with her right hand.

"Come on, get in. I want it. Hurry, I need it. I---"

I'm already poised for entry. Before she can protest with another word, I close the distance between us and enter decisively. She is a bit shocked by the suddenness, and gasps. I begin to pound away, still feeling the tightness surrounding me due to her recent orgasm. The speed of our fucking is that of a sewing machine on low. My strong thrusts find their way deep into her cavity, and she has no buffer to escape into, since the mound of pillows is stiff and unmoving against the hotel headboard. I grab her body just above her hips with my large hands and drive myself as deep as I can into her, fighting to not lose my grip against the sweaty, slippery skin I'm holding on to. The culmination of every shove forward is a loud cry from Becky. We do it this way for about eight minutes. Every minute or so, the speed and intensity becomes too much for me to handle, and I slow the speed halfway so that I can regain my composure, but never stopping completely.

Finally, when I can take it no longer, I decide to go out in a blaze of glory. With my left knee still resting in the wet spot of sweat made on the bed, I lift my right leg and began to fuck Becky's slippery sex box as hard and fast as I could, fully expecting to come alone. She notices this change in position and speed, and also wanting to get off, adjusts her position to be stimulated clitorally with every deep thrust that I can manage. This new position allows my cock the smallest bit of extra breathing room, permitting me to last a full twenty seconds longer at this incredible speed. Just when I can no longer, I feel the familiar contractions of her vaginal walls closing in around me, followed by a long, drawn out sigh. She seems to lift herself from the bed completely. At this, my time has at last come, and I empty every last drop of my overdue load of semen into her pulsating pussy. With every contraction of my member, I push further forward into her. No longer able support my own weight, I collapse exhausted onto her sweaty back, and we fall down together as a wet, perspiring, tired mess. As luck would have it, the last thing I see before dozing off for a quick nap is the dark red display of the Casio alarm clock/radio on the nightstand. The dots separating AM and PM blink slowly, once per second. 11:45. We are certainly both very, very late.

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