Monday 11 May, 2009The Hotel Room (Part II)

The bar was fun. They each had a Guinness, which she found she enjoyed. They laughed and talked and occasionally their thighs bumped together. Her pink bra strap kept peering out from underneath her pink-and-white top as it kept sliding off her shoulder and she saw him look once or twice. He liked it when she leaned him towards him at times and nuzzled closer. His desire to go back to the hotel room was kept in check as they finished their beers and he paid the tab.

Afterwards they walked to a Thai restaurant where they shared some wine and some excellent tasting food. Then soon, they were on their way back to the hotel room.

She doesn't remember what she was thinking while they stood in the elevator, him behind her and she leaning against him. They were both silent as he opened the hotel room with his key. Duty called: they each had their cell phones with them and had to call home and they tactfully separated while each made their calls. When duty was done, the nicely built man in the blue sweater and jeans and the pretty BBW brunette in jeans and white boots stood facing one another.

She doesn't remember how she got naked but she remembers his reaction to her body. He was a genuine lover of BBWs and he showed it. His words to her that he couldn't have drawn her any better surprised and pleased her and before she knew it, she had removed her top, released her breasts, taken off her bra was laying on her stomach. Her jeans were still on as was his. She turned her head to watch him take off his sweater and shirt. He came slowly back to the bed and straddled her, carefully balancing his own weight while he started massaging her. His hands and his touch was soothing, warm and wonderful. She sighed and melted further down into the sheets.

He looked down at this woman whom he'd met through the ads and whom he had yet to bed. Long hair flowing down back, soft soft skin, curves a plenty. His cock grew but he didn't push her with it. He knew she wasn't ready.

She was scared almost, when she turned over and he started unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off her, but the look on his face helped to reassure her that she was most desirable in his eyes. He took her breast in his mouth and started sucking. It felt good and a part of her wanted to urge him on to pull harder but she didn't because it was all too new. Sighing and laying back on the pillows he followed her and scooped her up for a close hug and some deep kissing. Neither wanted to rush the other.

The lights from outside twinkled as he stood up and removed his clothing and lay back down next to her. No words were needed--it had been both their desire, as individuals, to want to lie next to someone and just touch. Quietness and a warm contentness softly played over them. He continuously stroked her body paying no special attention to any specific part though he did like caressing her ass which she enjoyed very much. When he felt her hands start to stroke his body softly, he closed his eyes, absorbing the feelings that the touch brought from this warm, very female girl lying next to him. He arranged his body more comfortably and sighed as he felt her hands lightly stroke his penis and balls and thighs and belly and chest and arms. He enjoyed the softness of her touch as much as she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her. It was a nice kind of intimacy that neither had experienced for a long while.

She would have been content to lay there and drift off to sleep wrapped in this strong man's arms and he, too, wished she could stay for the night, but time was moving on and soon she would have to leave. Raising up on his side he slowly moved over her and began kissing her stomach; she doesn't know how he did it but he managed to nudge his head between her thighs and part them enough for her to feel his tongue on her bud. Oh my god-he was so soft and warm and good with his tongue..the assertive part of her wanted to spread her legs and have him devour her, it would have been so easy...

But the clock ruled and so they got up and she went to shower, where he surprised her by stepping into the shower behind her and soaping her back. She liked his hands. Wide, soft, masculine, tender in touch. And when was the last time someone had rubbed her back? She couldn't even remember. But appreciative of his attention, she returned the favor and after drying off, she dressed and they kissed goodbye, knowing that they would meet again and that next time, there would be no holding back.