I arrived at the Hotel just before noon, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and nerves. The place was modest but clean, a practical choice for our discreet meeting. I had been flirting with Jane on WhatsApp for weeks after meeting her on FabSwingers, and the chemistry between us had been undeniable from the start. Today, we were finally going to take things offline.
I checked into the room and quickly set up, laying out my massage oils and towels. The room was simple but comfortable, with a large bed dominating the space. I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting my shirt and running a hand through my hair, trying to calm the excitement that was building inside me.
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I opened it to find Jane standing there, looking every bit as stunning as her photos. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and her large, expressive eyes locked onto mine. She was wearing a light summer dress that hugged her curves perfectly, hinting at the voluptuous figure beneath.
"Hi, Peter," she said, her voice both sweet and sultry.
"Hi, Jane," I replied, stepping aside to let her in. "Come on in."
She walked into the room, her presence immediately filling the space. I could feel the tension between us, an electric charge that had been building since our first online encounter. We had both acknowledged the thrill of our secret arrangement—Jane was married, and this meeting was a departure from her usual routine.
"This is nice," she said, looking around the room before turning her attention back to me. "I'm glad we finally decided to meet."
"Me too," I said, smiling. "I’ve been looking forward to this."
Jane returned my smile, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. I took her hand and led her to the bed, where I had set up the massage area. She slipped off her dress, revealing a lace bra and matching panties that made my breath catch in my throat. She lay down on the bed, and I knelt beside her, warming some oil in my hands.
"Just relax," I murmured, starting with slow, deliberate strokes on her back. Her skin was soft and smooth, and I could feel her muscles slowly relaxing under my touch.
"Mmm, that feels amazing," she sighed, her voice muffled by the pillow.
I took my time, working my way down her back, kneading away the tension in her shoulders and lower back. As I massaged her, I couldn't help but admire her curves, the way her body responded to my touch. I moved down to her legs, my hands gliding over her skin, and then back up to her shoulders.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "You're so beautiful, Jane," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine with a look of desire. I continued to massage her, but my touch became more intimate, my hands lingering on her hips and the small of her back. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her breath quickening as my hands moved lower.
I gently spread her legs, my hands sliding up her inner thighs. She moaned softly, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I leaned in, pressing my lips to the back of her neck, my fingers grazing the edge of her panties.
"Peter," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I want you."
Her words were all the encouragement I needed. I slid her panties down, revealing her completely to me. I kissed her lower back, then trailed my lips down to her thighs. She gasped as I gently spread her legs wider, my tongue tracing a path along her most sensitive spot.
Jane moaned louder, her hips moving in rhythm with my movements. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets, and I continued, my tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony.
I could feel her body tensing, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. I increased my pace, my tongue flicking against her clit while my fingers explored her deeply. She was close, her breathing ragged, her body trembling with the approach of her orgasm.
"Peter, I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice filled with ecstasy.
I didn't stop, pushing her over the edge. Her body convulsed, and she cried out my name as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves. I continued to pleasure her until she finally collapsed back onto the bed, her body quivering with the aftershocks.
I moved up beside her, pulling her into my arms. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, the room filled with the scent of oil and the sound of our slowing heartbeats.
"That was incredible," she whispered, looking up at me with a satisfied smile.
"It was," I agreed, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Her eyes widened with anticipation, and I felt a surge of desire. I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve. I could feel her responding to my touch, her body arching against mine.
I moved down her body, kissing her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. I spread her legs again, my tongue tracing a path along her inner thighs. I kissed her clit, then moved lower, my tongue teasing the entrance to her anus.
Jane moaned, her body tensing with pleasure. I continued to lick and tease her, my fingers sliding inside her vagina, exploring her deeply. She was panting, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Please, Peter," she begged, her voice desperate. "I need you."
I positioned myself between her legs, my hands gripping her hips. I looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and need reflected there. Slowly, I entered her, feeling her warmth envelop me. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I began to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate.
Jane moaned, her body moving in rhythm with mine. I increased my pace, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I could feel her getting closer, her moans becoming louder, more urgent.
"Peter, I'm going to come again," she gasped, her voice filled with ecstasy.
I didn't stop, pushing her over the edge once more. She cried out my name, her body convulsing with pleasure. I continued to thrust into her, my own orgasm building, and finally, I let go, coming inside her with a final, powerful thrust.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies spent and satisfied. Jane nestled against me, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep. I held her close, feeling a sense of contentment and fulfillment.
As I lay there, holding Jane in my arms, I couldn't help but think about the journey that had brought us together. From our first flirtatious messages on FabSwingers to this incredible, intimate moment, it had been a thrilling ride. And I had a feeling that this was just the beginning. |
