Once I left the bathhouse, I practically ran back to the hotel. I was sore from the sex and my own orgasm, but still humming inside. It was like a secret well of happiness and fulfillment was released in me. I wanted more of him. I got back to my room, stripped off my clothes, and put on a hotel bathroom. I decided to change out of my white spandex briefs into my black pair and a black tight tanktop. I went to the bathroom again to clean myself inside and have a quick scrub of my chest and neck. Fortunately, I didn't smell like the bathhouse. I wanted to be fresh for him.
I found my bottle of lube and some condoms in my bag and set them on the nightstand, then set out a few candles I had brought for the occasion and piled them on the desk and table. I opened a bottle of wine from the mini-bar and poured two glasses. Then, I waited.
Twenty minutes later, I heard the knock and my heart leapt. I ran to the door and saw him outside, wearing the same black v-neck sweater and gray slacks he wore at dinner earlier in the day. I opened the door and stood there for a moment, robe closed, glass of wine in hand.
"What took you?" I asked
"Got lost. Kidding. Wanted to make sure I didn't smell like bathhouse," he said with a grin. He was so handsome when he smiled. His tan face and white teeth offset by his graying hair and broad shoulders. His dark eyes smoldered. He was clean shaven and had high cheekbones. I looked him over again as I handed him a glass of wine. I couldn't wait to get started.
"Here's to more bad wine," I said toasting my glass.
"The last stuff worked for us," he said with a big gulp. He drank another gulp and set his glass down. Then he walked close to me and tugged at the belt on my robe, opening it up.
"You changed? I like these, too," he said inspecting my briefs. "You really like these kind of underwear." He then slid the robe off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. "I like them, too," he said and leaned into to kiss me. I kissed him back, but instead of having him control the tempo, I wanted to devour him.
We kissed, then I pulled away to start kissing his chin and neck. I rubbed his back and chest and then began tugging at his sweater, eventually lifting it over his head. His chest was slight hairy and tanned and I noticed a tattoo of the Earth on his shoulder that I hadn't seen before. He was tremendously fit with perfect pecs and his abs slightly cut. It was an older man's body, but the perfect example of one. I kissed his chest, neck and abs while undoing his belt and unbuttoning his slacks. I unzipped the fly and reached behind him to pull them down over his taught bottom, feeling him along the way. They tumbled to the floor and as he stepped out of them, I knelt in front of him.
He was wearing tight, grey briefs and his manhood was semi-erect, I could make the shape of his cut through the underwear. As I kissed his belly and ran my hands over his ass, his cock stiffened and pointed up in his briefs. The head was just under the waistband as I began licking his clock through the briefs. I slowly peeled back the waistband and kissed his fullness, over and over. His hands were rubbing my head gently, they were warm and strong. He stopped me and walked over to the bed and lied down. The room was quiet and dark, with the candles slowly burning. I walked over to the bed and slid up to him. We kissed again and he pulled off my tanktop. Then he pushed my shoulders down and I slid towards his legs.
I pulled off his underwear, he lifted his legs as I peeled them off of him. I laid back down on top of him, kissing his chest and sliding down to his belly again, kissing his hips hard and leaving a mark on one hip. Then I moved to his cock, grabbing the base with my hand as I kissed and sucked the head. I angled my body so he could run my ass while I sucked him. His hands rubbed up and down my backside as I slowly sucked the top of him, eventually sliding down to take more of him in my mouth. I rubbed his balls and began stroking his base with my hand as I sucked. He tried to raise his hips to thrust, but stopped and let me pull the orgasm out of him. I sucked harder and faster, my mind blinded by lust. His hand was rubbing my ass harder, pulling and slapping my cheek and I could feel him building. Soon I heard a few short breaths and he groaned, his cock jumped in my mouth. His hips pushed at first, then he settled, leaving his cock to pump a few times in my mouth. I swallowed him and pulled him out when he finished. He relaxed into the bed.
Soon, we were kissing again, he had pulled me back up to face him. I straddled him and lied on top of him, letting him rub me and kiss my neck. He smiled and rolled me over, laying on top of me, my legs spread around him. We kissed and touched, loving each other. He soon began kissing my chest, grabbing my pecs and licking my nipples. My smooth chest and belly was for his pleasure and he covered my body with his lips and tongue before sliding down. He gently grabbed my briefs and slid them off. I wiggled my hips in a feminine way, letting him slowly slide my briefs off my legs. He smiled as he kissed my thighs and worked his way up to me.
He devoured me and began to use his mouth in ways I never imagined. He was skilled, gentle, then forceful. I felt myself at the brink several times before calming back down and letting him build me up again. His hands rubbed by balls and my stomach and pulled at my cock. Finally, he slid both hands under my ass and held me as he slid up and down on me wit his mouth. His hands squeezed and kneaded me and his warm tongue and lips licked me until I couldn't hold back any longer. I exploded in him, letting out a small wail that turned into a whimper. He continued sucking me, swallowing me up, then sliding up to me to kiss me. I lay under under him out of breath. We kissed and lay together, pressing against each other. The sex and wine swam through my head and I soon fell asleep in his arms.
Later in the evening, I woke up with Alex was kissing the back of my neck and rubbing my chest. I could feel his hardness against me and I was soon giving into him again. His hands lubed me up and within minutes, he was back inside me as we lay side by side. There was no pain as he slid in and I worried that he wasn't wearing a condom. I reach back and felt the base of the condom on him, so I let go and let stroke inside me. Soon, I was lying face down with him on top of me, pushing into me. His breath was warm in m year and I heard him say, "I love fucking you," which made me feel white-hot. His hands held my hips and he built long stroked before eventually releasing, giving a moan. When he finished, I rolled over, spread lub in my hand, and began stroking myself furiously. He held me as I stroked, kissing my neck and shoulders. The, his hand cupped over my hand and worked with me until I came. His hand pushed my hand out of the way and he grabbed my softening cock and balls, stroking them tenderly. I soon fell back asleep, his warm body spooning me from behind.
I woke up in the morning and he was gone. I could smell his on my pillows and sheets and on my hands. He left no note or message and weeks went by before I heard from him again.