Parked my rental car outside the airport hotel. Sun beat down on the tarmac view from the lot. Wheeled my suitcase through the sliding doors. Heart pounding. Emails with him for months. 35, experienced. Ready to teach. Check-in clerk hands me the keycard. Room 69, fourth floor. Coincidence? Elevator hums up. Doors ding open. Swipe the card. Nervous sweat. Door swings before I turn it.
He’s there. Tall, muscled. Not stunning, but those bright brown eyes and charming smile. Brunet. Grabs my hand, pulls me in. Door clicks shut. Finger brushes my cheek. Whispers, ‘Welcome to your first lesson, beautiful.’ Heat floods me. Cheeks burn. Want to bolt, but he’s between me and the exit. No escape.
The Stopover
His finger traces my lips, neck, shoulder. Circles my arm. Suddenly dives to my chest. Slips into my blouse, grazes breast skin. Heart hammers. Gasp escapes. He smiles. ‘Get comfortable.’ I stumble to bathroom. Splash water. Mirror shows flushed face. Body buzzing from one touch. Back out, determined. This ends with me as a real woman.
Arms wrap me. Pushes me to wall. Hands pin mine above head. Body crushes mine. Nips earlobe. Tongue trails neck. Mouth claims lips. My moan lets his tongue invade. Fire ignites low. Frees one hand for blouse buttons. It drops. Mouth on breasts over bra lace. Legs jelly—he holds me. Pants unzip. Deep kiss, sucking tongue.
Hard bulge against thigh. Wetness floods me. Bra unclips. Nipples harden in air. Beg for his mouth, but he teases down. Pants off. Stares at damp panties. Hooks thumbs, slides them down. I step out. Naked. Eyes dark, feral. Sniffs my scent from fabric. ‘Smell yourself.’ I do. Throws it. ‘I’m the best teacher. You’ll come hard.’ Leads to bed.
The Transit and Departure
I lie trembling. He strips to boxers. Gaze drops to tented bulge. Drops them. Cock springs up, thick, veined. Scary big. But wet already. ‘You’ll be soaked. It’ll slide in.’ Hands knead breasts. Pinches nipples. I moan, thighs part. Leg between mine, grinds. Mouth sucks one nipple, fingers other. Hand dives lower.
Finger parts lips, strokes up. Circles clit. Pinches, rolls. Eternity of torment. Then mouth replaces fingers—sucks clit. Another finger plunges in. Pumps fast. Waves build. Orgasm crashes. Body convulses. He laps through it.
Kisses me, my taste on tongue. Grabs condom. Rolls it on. ‘Spread wide.’ Cockhead at slick entrance. Inch by inch. Clit rubbed. Hymen tears—grimace fades as he bottoms out. Slow thrusts. Builds speed. Pounds deep. I arch. Second orgasm hits. He lifts legs, pistons harder. We come together. Muscles milk him.
Pulls out. Kisses breasts. Showers. Dresses. Fingers my chest one last. ‘Star pupil.’ Gone. Corridor echoes his steps. I shower, dress. Glance at rumpled bed, city lights and runway view beyond window. Keycard drop at desk. Bag wheels out. Taxi to airport. Flight boards soon. Body aches sweetly. More lessons await somewhere.