We used to meet when I was travelling on business. I always stayed in the same hotel and usually in the same room that looked over the park. She was a friend of a work colleague and from the very first meeting we understood a mutual need.
I would fly into her town, Rent a car and drive to the hotel. There, I would bathe, shave and moisturise my body, getting into the mood after a long flight. I would put some of my favourite sissy porn on the iPad and take my time slipping on the stockings and heels, wanking myself a little but being careful not to take it too far. I minced around the room in my heels, doing odd jobs and just generally encouraged the beautiful sissy feelings of being dressed in fine lingerie while looking at throbbing cocks in small panties in a hotel room far from home.
I would message her from the drive-in from the airport: that I was in town, and invite her around for a coffee. ‘Coffee’ was our code in case anyone happened to see her phone. I always gave her plenty of time because I know how much she also liked to prepare herself and put on her own fine sheer stockings that I had given her.
When I knew she was close to the hotel, I would stop playing and put back my normal man clothes over my finery; a smart shirt, chinos and shoes. When the knock came on the door, I would invite her in and immediately give her a long hug. She used to wear this fantastic perfume that I’ve never smelled on another person. We wouldn’t talk. We were not there for talking. I would nuzzle her ear and kiss her neck feeling the passion rising and her breathing deepen then I would turn her around and push her forward over the counter of the small kitchenette that was in the hotel room.
Soon, I was crouching behind her, running my hands up and down her beautifully shaped, stocked calves and thighs, urging them apart a little, licking, nuzzling, smelling, feeling, lifting her skirt until it was around her waist, exposing her beautiful ass and delicate G string.
Then I would change my position and sit on the floor my back against the counter; being careful now to not touch her legs at all but playing ever so delicately with the shape of her pussy beneath the share fabric and watching as her panties visibly got damp.
When we had both reached a very aroused state, still with not a word between us, I would stand up place my hand on her back to encourage her to stay there and then slip out of my man clothes exposing my full femininity; my pulsing hard cock straining against my own flimsy knickers. To be exposed in this way in a hotel room with a virtual stranger was arousing in the extreme.
She was a sight to behold resting on that counter with her arms out in front of her and her exposed bottom beautifully framed with the lace stocking tops and suspenders. I could hear her deep breathing and she was motionless aside from a slight involuntary wiggling of her ass as she invited me forward. She enjoyed fucking but she yearned more to have her ass filled with a throbbing cock.
Still not a word had passed between us when I raised myself a little by stepping into my heels, approached her from behind and laid just the tip of my lubricated erection against her tight pink hole. |
