Our first meet - part 1: I'm in charge

Maybe we'll meet at a bar near your hotel, sitting right at the back in a quiet corner where I will whisper in your ear some of the things that I want to do to you. Our hands will wander, exploring forbidden places on each other's bodies, oblivious of the other patrons. Our lips will touch and our tongues will meet in a wet, deep french kiss.

Or maybe you'll just give me the name of your hotel and your room number, and you'll open the door at my knocking. After a quick glance at you, moving my gaze up and down your body while biting my lower lip, I will push you against the wall pressing my body against yours and gently forcing you to kiss me, while against your thigh you'll feel me already hard with anticipation...

As we kiss, our bodies pressed together, I take your wrists and raise them above your head with a grip firm enough to let you know that for now, I'm in charge. I suck on your lips, your tongue, moving to your neck and ear lobes. My breath makes a shiver run down your spine. You moan "mmmm oh fuck that feels good..." while I'm enveloped in your smell. Finally being able to feel you after two weeks of texting has me rock hard now. I position my cock right in between your legs now and bend my knees rhythmically, slowly, so that I'm rubbing it right against your pussy. Even with layers of clothes between us the feeling is so intense it makes us moan into each other's mouth. I hold onto your wrists with only one hand now, and move my other one down to your neck, then your breasts, cupping as much of it as I can, before I move even further down to your hip, feeling your arse, lifting your dress. Now my hand is on your bare skin. I move it to the front, between your legs, surprised to find that you're wearing nothing under your dress. I find your pubic mound and feel your soft hair, which turns me on even more, and then, finally, I reach your pussy. Your wetness is already oozing out and your lips are moist. I slide two fingers between them and then raise my hand to my mouth, licking your juices off my fingers.

"Lie on the bed, on your back" I order you. After licking my fingers clean, I start unbuttoning my shirt. "Spread your legs and rub your pussy" I command, while I strip right in front of you, until I'm only wearing a tight pair of boxers that doesn't leave much room to your imagination. Watching you masturbate is the hottest thing I've seen in a long time, I think to myself. At that point I only have one thought on my mind. I need to taste you more, I need to drink from the source. "Get on all fours facing away from me, and move up to the head of the bed" you comply and think you know what's coming next. To your surprise, I slide right under you, on my back, and start eating you out from underneath. "Sit on my face, please" I say, my voice having changed from authoritarian to pleading. As you straighten your back upright and you look down at me, our eyes lock into each other, with an understanding that only two people fully sexually engrossed in each other can share, even two almost strangers like us.