Jet-lagged from my overnight flight, I swipe the hotel keycard. Beep. Elevator dings. Suitcase wheels rumble down the sterile corridor. Airport view from my window: planes taxiing, city haze beyond. Perfect anonymity for a naughty stopover. Tomorrow’s connection. No one knows me here.
Out with the girls for Margaux’s birthday. We stumble into the buzzing restaurant. Laughter, cheers. The local basketball team celebrates their season end. Second place. Don’, the star pivot, top scorer. Two years I’ve watched him anonymously from the stands, center court.
The Layover
Champagne flows, ordered by the president for everyone. Coach toasts Don’s NBA deal. He leaves soon. Girls drool. ‘Those guys are hot,’ Marine says. ‘But look at their women. Gold-diggers.’ They joke about black cocks, size, proportions. ‘Don’ could stuff you like a three-pointer,’ Marine laughs. Margaux claims him for her bday.
Team heads to club K. We follow. Parking sparse. Private party. Bouncer blocks. Marine lies: ‘We’re with BCHT. Don’ wants us.’ He calls. Don’ appears. American accent charms. Two meters tall, eyes lock on me. He vouches. We enter the dim space. Emptyish. His group all guys at the bar, glancing over.
Dancing. His body grinds mine. Heat builds. Eyes smile. He pulls me to an alcove. Music fades. Server brings champagne. ‘President’s orders. All night.’ He smiles at me. ‘Talk about you.’ Flattered. ‘I’ve seen you two years. Same spot in the stands.’ Heart races. Conquered.
I clink glasses. ‘To us. To tonight.’ Spill. He laughs. Kisses me. Sensual. Tongues dance. Hands roam. ‘Come home with me.’ Yes.
The Transit
Car ride. Streetlights blur. His hands on my thigh. Worry about size jokes. ‘You got condoms?’ ‘Yes.’ His apartment building: sleek, transient vibe. Boxes hinting his move. City lights twinkle outside. Elevator hums up.
Dress drops. Lingerie follows. Expert hands, tender. Wet already. Sweaty from club. ‘Shower?’ He strips. God, torso perfection. Boxer off. He steps in. Hard. Tiny cock. Smallest ever. Laugh inside. No ripping standard condoms. No jaw ache. Relief floods.
Water cascades. Skin silky smooth. Soaps me. Fingers, tongue explore. Pussy throbs. Enters me, ass, mouth. Alternates. But hands, lips, tongue rule. Orgasms crash. Bites nipples. Licks clit endless. Fougue and tenderness. Best lover ever.
Wake-up bliss. Tongue laps my slit. Shivers. Opens wide. Trails nose, eyes, ear. Nibbles lobe. Down to tits. Sucks hard peaks. To clit. Sucks, flicks. Cum gushes. He laps clean. ‘Coffee, baby.’