1. fact or fantasy


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: sassys, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    What had I been thinking? I thought to myself as I pulled up to the hotel. Why had I agreed to meet up with a stranger? Well maybe not technically a stranger, as we have been talking online for a few months. Even though I had been promiscuous in my late teen and early 20’s, that had been many years ago. Yet here I sit outside this hotel, should I drive away…should I stay? Was I really prepared to go through with this? Was I really going to have sex with a stranger, and not just a quickie either, but spending several days and nights with him? I glance at myself in the mirror, meeting my own eyes staring back at me. They had always been my best feature; in high school I had been told that I had sexy bedroom eyes by an upperclassman. Therefore, I always considered that my best feature. While that may still be true, the rest of me had not fared so well, I think, as I sit there picking out my flaws, letting my doubts play through my mind. What if I am not enough? What if he isn’t turned on by me? What if I am not able to satisfy him or him me? I “what if” the minutes away as I park and grab my bag and head towards the hotel. Was I ready to let someone know me intimately again? Let him see the “me” that I had hidden and pushed aside for so many years? Only one other man had ever seen me, been with me in the last twenty years and he let me down, betrayed my trust, rejected me. Was I ready to open myself up to someone else, even if it was just to give him my body and to take pleasure ...
    in his use of it? I guess I am , I think to myself as I text him to let him know I am in the lobby. I nervously glance around, wondering if he is secretly watching me. My phone vibrates and I glance down at it and read his text. It just contains his room number, so I head to the elevators. I watch the numbers rise as the elevator moves past each floor; I feel my nervousness rise even more. I think of all our online conversation and feel myself get even wetter than I already had made myself on the long drive here. The elevator finally dings and the doors open. I step out and glance up and down the hallway to get my bearing and calm myself down. Then I turn and head towards his room. I hesitate a moment before knocking, I feel the flight instinct kick in and command myself to stay. “Don’t run now,” I tell myself, “You’ve already driven all this way, besides you know this is what you want.” Not coming up with a good enough reason walk away now that I have come this far, I raise my hand. Before I can even knock, the door opens and there he stands, I glance down still unsure and hesitant. He steps back to let me enter the room but, before I can get very far, he pushes me against the door as his body presses against mine. His mouth comes down on mine as his hands move down to slide over my already wet pussy, cupping it in his hand. With a growl, he pulls me into the room, towards the bed, his need for me clearly evident in the bulge outlined in the front of his pants. He lifts off ...
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