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I met him online one evening while going through my dating profile; I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. I’ve always thought, you never know what you want until you’ve found it; and this was the case with him. Attractive, well-groomed, muscular, accomplished and in his mid 30s, he instantly caught my eye. One conversation led to another and before you knew it, we started having phone sex. His voice was smooth, rugged and low; very arousing considering what his voice was used to do. He would describe all the things we would do together if we were to ever meet; how he would wrap his fingers around my throat and pin me to the wall as he kissed me, how he would whisper in my ear as his hands ventured below and perused my underwear, how he would bend me over, spread my cheeks and tease me, making me anxious, expectant, making me yearn. Whenever we spoke, my body would respond almost involuntarily, stimulating the areas he would reference in our chats. I would trail my fingers along my lips, down my neck, along my breasts and down to my thighs, languidly trailing my fingers along my outer thighs. My fingers, almost involuntarily, always found themselves between my legs, gently stroking my clitoris until his words began penetrating me. It was on the verge of unbearable one night as the rain pitted against my bedroom window. He had me on my knees, patiently awaiting his members as he disrobed, regarding my lingerie-clad body. He approached me, throbbing and instructed me to open my mouth as his warm flesh grazed my tongue. At that point, I had to stop him; I had to have the real thing. It was raining when I left my apartment (of course). We had decided to meet at a hotel not far from where I lived. To enhance the fantasy and keep the mystery going, we also decided not to drive our own vehicles, preserving the allure of unfamiliarity. Sitting in the taxi, I thought of all the conversations leading up to this and thought about what to expect. I was nervous. I sat at the edge of the seat and clutched my dress as I squirmed with anticipation. I was getting wet just thinking about it. When the taxi pulled up to the entrance of the hotel, I could practically hear my heart thundering in my ears. I paid, entered and approached the front desk. Before I could open my mouth, the lady at the front desk, Linda, information volunteered by her badge, handed me a key and instructed me as to which floor I should go. He was waiting for me. When I entered the room, it was tastefully furnished with a purple theme (my profile mentioned I love the colour purple). I walked further in and called out but wasn’t met with a response. I saw a bag on the bed and a note and as per its instruction; I went into the bathroom and began changing. When I emerged, I was wearing a piece of lingerie that left little to the imagination. The material only covered the bottom half of my breasts and my vagina. It felt so sexy. Once I re-entered the bedroom, I almost screamed. There he was, waiting for me. He stood, resolute, not uttering a word. I already knew what to do. I got down on all-fours and approached him, slowly. Once at his feet, I assumed my position and looked up as he began disrobing. He was slow, making me anticipate it, want it more. He pulled his underwear off last and once around his ankles, he sprang free. His erection was strong, throbbing, full of girth with a few lining it like that of a leaf. I stopped sitting on my feet, shifted my weight to my knees, gripped the base of his member with my hand and ran my tongue from underneath the base of his shaft to the tip where the taste of pre-cum registered in my taste buds. It tasted good. I engulfed his head in my mouth; moving back and forth on only the tip. I looked up at him and he regarded me with a lascivious smile. I smiled back, grasped his balls and took his length into my mouth with my tongue out. Saliva began to pool and drip down my chin as my head moved back and forth; slowly, intimately. With his head gently gliding back and forth against the roof of my mouth, I could feel him throbbing against the roof of my mouth and it turned me on even more. As my saliva lathered his penis, I ran my fingers up the contours of his thigh muscles, taking residence at the base of his ass and pulling him closer in an attempt to accommodate more of him in my mouth. He seemed to like this as he released a low moan. I could feel my juices leaking. I started moving faster, harder; alternating between taking half of his length and thrusting his head against the back of my throat. Anchoring the base of his member between his thumb and index finger, he guided it along my face and mouth, using my mouth to make himself feel good. He gripped me on either side of my head and starting thrusting slowly, deeply. My hand descended and I started rubbing my clit with my fingers, using my juices as lubricant. He went to a nearby chair and motioned to me to follow him. He spread his legs and his member seemed to visibly elongate in front of my eyes. Taking it again, I went deep, fast, making noises as I did. I placed my hands on his thighs as I took his entire length, spit dripping to the floor. He flung his head back and began sinking his fingers into the upholstery of the chair as my head bobbed up and down mercilessly. He released another moan and his muscles tensed as he emptied himself into my mouth. I graciously swallowed and regarded him with satisfaction as his head flung back. We exchanged pleasantries and he left, leaving me to feel like an absolute slut; it was such a turn on. I sat on the bed and ran my fingers along my breasts and down my stomach where my saliva had started to dry. I flung myself back on the bed, anxiously awaiting our next encounter and our next sexual adventure.