Hotel Hopping

I am notorious for double dating, often planning 2 dates, one right after the other. It was a Tuesday and first up was an early dinner and a first encounter, with Ad Exec Guy; to be followed by drinks with Iron Man. It had been months since he had been back to New York and I could hardly wait to get my hands on him.

Dinner was at a hotel in the East Village, and it must be said that the cheese plate and champagne were far more interesting than the man. There is nothing that turns me off more than a know-it-all. This is why I often set up two dates in one evening; when one is disappointing you simply move on to the next.

I touched up my lipstick as the elevator sped up to the 8th floor of the chic uptown hotel, the soft pink gliding smoothly across my lips. Iron Man opened the door to his suite; he looked better than I remembered. He slid his arm around my waist and kissed me deeply the door closing behind us as he pushed me up against the wall. He was hard instantly.

We could barely stop kissing long enough for him to pop the cork on the bottle of bubbly. Our glasses clinked and I took a long sip letting the bubbles dance on my tongue. I looked him directly in the eye as I took another sip; we were both aching to rip each other’s clothes off.

I sat leaning on the edge of the dresser; Iron Man placed his glass on the table next to me and got on his knees. He slowly undid the straps on my heels, gliding his hands up my smooth legs. He pressed his lips into the creases of my knees, working his way up my thighs sending shivers down my spine. I could feel myself getting wet. He slid his fingers up, rubbing me through the lace of my Agent Provocateur thong. I let out a gasp as he alternated pressure.

He continued touching me, starring up watching how turned on he had me. I asked how long I had him in New York, he told me just tonight; he had meetings in Washington in the morning. I loved knowing he had flown in just for drinks with me.

Iron Man grabbed my wrist and threw me onto the massive bed, the 1200 thread-count sheets caressed my body and he pushed my skirt up and devoured me. I begged him to stop, not to make me cum just yet, but he would not listen. He licked and sucked me until I came so hard, his fingers sliding into me just as I let go.

I lay there, breathless yet aching for more. He told me to follow him and then led me into the bathroom champagne in hand. I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in mind.