I had a strange experience one night a few years ago. I was working away in Grimsby and I was staying in a hotel in the middle of town. I got chatting to a guy on squirt who wanted to meet me. We discussed in detail exactly what he wanted, which was a completely anonymous meet.
We agreed a scenario which was that he was to visit me at my hotel in the evening. I was fully dressed waiting for him and when he arrived on the hotel carpark he would text me. I was then to leave a condom and a bottle of lube on the dressing table, then I was to leave my bedroom door slightly adjar so he could walk straight in. I was to then put on a blindfold and kneel down on the floor at the end of the bed, facing the door. Not a single word was to be spoken throughout and I was not to remove my blindfold untill after he had left.
All went according to plan, I heard the door open and close. Then I heard the sound of a zip right in front of me. Then I felt his cock touch my lips. I opened my mouth allowing him to push his cock in and I started sucking him. After a minute or so he took his cock out, which was now rock hard. At this point it was agreed that I was to stand up, turn and bend over the bed. The room was completely quiet until I could hear the faint tear of the condom packed being opened, followed by the sound of something being placed on the dressing table, which I assumed was the bottle of lube being replaced. The next thing was, he stood behind me, lifted the hem of my dress up over my hips, pulled my panties down to me knees and eased his cock into me. I instinctively pushed back onto him as I felt his cock go all the way in. He then paused for a moment before withdrawing and pushing all the way back in me. Another short pause and then he withdrew completely. As I was waiting for him push his cock back in me and start fucking me properly, I heard what sounded like some fumbling about, then moments later I heard the bedroom door open and close and there was complete silence.
I stood up, removed my blindfold to find I was completely alone. I pulled my panties back up feeling very disappointed and frustrated. The guy was in and out of my room in less than five minutes, and in and out of me in less than a minute. I assumed he had gone that far then suddenly bottled it and ran. Until I noticed a used condom on the bed, full of spunk, and quite a lot of spunk.
To be fair I felt better then. Still frustrated that it was over so quickly, but at least I had the pleasure of knowing that he hadn't bottled it. It was just a case of severe premature ejaculation. |
