9 comments/ 17587 views/ 3 favorites Fast Beginning By: HighFly Author's Note: This is a first submittal for me, one of many I hope. Please let me know what appeals, and what needs more work. Your feedback, positive or negative, is very important to me! ----------------------- It was completely random, really. She was traveling from the south to Washington for a conference, reaching out to find a companion. He was browsing the personals section of an erotic literature website for the first time. ***** CATHERINE: I'll be in Washington September 15-16 and would love to meet a sexy silver fox for dinner, maybe dancing, and maybe more. I'm looking for an attractive, articulate, well-dressed man in his 50's or 60's with silver or salt-and-pepper hair for an enjoyable evening or two but nothing serious. If you're under 50, bald, or looking for more, please don't reply. Check my profile and send me a PM if you're interested. CHARLES: It's unlikely that I'll be in Washington for your rendezvous, but there is nothing that I would like more. I'm in St. Louis, but fly privately with great flexibility. I'm 55, 5'11", 175#, fit and attractive, with a full head of hair (lol) that is graying but also light brown. I fly a personal airplane, often from the Midwest to the South, so I may be in your neighborhood... ***** Thus it began. There was a flurry of online messages, moving quickly to email, and then phone calls. Experiences and fantasies were discussed openly, sensually, hotly. Sexually-laced teasing became the norm. They exchanged erotic short stories designed to communicate desires and elicit conversation. A few explicit videos were shared, increasing the heat and accelerating the learning about activities of interest, and those to avoid. Within a week a rendezvous was scheduled in her home town -- nine days after first contact - with her giving only a 50/50 chance of it leading beyond the public setting. In the days just prior to the visit, the communication became even more personal, and concrete in the planning, and the odds improved to 65/35. ***** CHARLES: I'm thinking of a trip that would involve an overnight, making lunch or dinner possible on Wednesday, or lunch on Thursday. Interested? I suppose breakfast Thursday would also be an option. How do you taste with melon? CATHERINE: My preference is a long, leisurely lunch on Wednesday. I can meet for a late lunch then take the rest of the day off. As for how I taste with melon...there's only one way I can think of to find out! It's certainly a delicious thought though....very sensual...very sexy....mmmmm.....I'll be thinking of that image all night. I'm SO aroused by you, by this, by the plans for Wednesday. I'm starting to wonder if lunch will be enough. I'm getting greedy for you now. Can I have you for lunch AND dinner? If I do decide to join you in your room, I will not be able to bring all the toys in the toy box. So you might bring an extra tie or two. I have a small fantasy regarding a man's tie... ***** She shared her fantasy, and listened intently to his. Accepting his invitation to visit a website devoted to sensual, erotic massage, she began to be drawn into his hope for an afternoon of exploration and increasing pleasure. And the day arrived... It didn't seem possible. Nine days before, they each had no idea of the other's existence. Yet now, at 1pm on a bright afternoon in Memphis, they were about to meet after a torrid correspondence. He traveled to her this time, intent upon discovering the possible "chemistry", but knowing full-well that the heat was there, at least online. Charles arrived early, checked into the historic Peabody Hotel, freshened a bit after the trip, and then wandered down to the restaurant. Catherine was due to arrive any minute. He hesitated at the maitre'd station, but elected to be seated. Reaching the table, he turned as he heard her approach, his eyes lighting up as he caught her beaming smile. While the polite kiss of each other's cheek was chaste, it was clear that the smoldering online heat had just been stoked. The initial tension was thick. Neither of them had experience with online dating. They were married, but not to each other. That he had just traveled a couple hundred miles for this lunch, in the hope that it would lead to "more", was the table's centerpiece. Yet they worked through the tension, toying with their salads as they became more comfortable, laughing at the absurdity of the situation, and letting the strong mutual attraction take over. Catherine had decided some months before that she would seek a lover. Happily, Charles personified her fantasy -- fifteen years older with sandy/silver hair, tan and lean, wearing a navy blazer with a starched white shirt and club tie. As she watched his blue eyes sparkle behind frameless glasses, she knew immediately that she would spend the afternoon in his room, living out some of the steamy scenes they had teased one another with online. Her beauty had somewhat surprised Charles. The only picture he had seen was of a demure professional in a smart business suit, her face framed by bold glasses. The woman across the table, wearing a red silk dress, enticed him with a warm smile and a wicked twinkle in her brown eyes, unmasked by the contacts that had replaced the glasses. She appeared much younger than her forty years. He found himself adjusting his trousers, clearly affected by the increasingly overt sexuality of the conversation and the anticipation of what might be, waiting for the right moment to suggest a trip upstairs. "I'm going to give you my key to Room 829. I'd like you to go there, freshen up, and I'll see you there in ten minutes," he said, wondering if he had moved too soon as he slid the hidden keycard across the table. Catherine lightly caressed his hand as she discreetly palmed the card, "If you'll excuse me, I have someplace to be," she purred. He arose as she did, accepted her kiss on his cheek, and watched admiringly as she walked away, her hips swinging saucily in the curve-hugging dress, her three inch heels making her 5'1" frame appear taller. Catherine stepped behind the door as she opened it for Charles, using it as a shield to prevent anyone else in the hallway from seeing that she stood there only in red lace panties and matching bra. That was the signal to Charles that this opening act was to be the fantasy she had shared online. Taking his cue he closed the door and slowly removed his jacket, placing it on a nearby table. Looking deeply into her eyes as she stood before him against the wall, Charles deliberately rolled up his sleeves and removed his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt, and slid out of his trousers, which had been spotted over lunch as a result of his arousal and a consequence of removing his shorts before. Departing slightly from the script she had offered, he looped the tie behind her neck, pulling her to him. They kissed passionately, enjoying for the first time the touch of lips and tongue, greedy for one another after a week of building arousal. And they stayed like that for longer than each had intended, mouths slanted across each other, her breasts pressing against his lower ribs, his cock against her stomach, hands roaming over both of their bodies. Eventually, though, he recalled his role, raising her arms above her head and loosely wrapping her hands together in the tie, before leading her to the tall mirror at the entrance to the suite. There he gently but firmly pressed her shoulders down, causing her to sink to her knees. "Now, suck my cock, you sexy little vixen." She moaned at his words, feeling her pussy clench with arousal, in wonder that she had found the man to help her live out this fantasy, determined to make it terrific for him as well. The mirror was a bonus, for she could watch herself taking him deeply inside, watch the bulge of her cheek as she changed angles, and see the touch of her small hands as they fondled his balls. She focused her efforts this first time on the circumcised head of his cock - licking, sucking, nibbling -- gliding her lips repeatedly over the ridge. Her fingernails lightly raked the sensitive skin beneath his balls even as she felt the gentle reminder of the binding tie on her wrists. Soon her skill and determination overcame his will to prolong the pleasure. "I'm going to come, Catherine." Redoubling her efforts, she accepted it all, as he released spurt after spurt into her mouth. Hungrily, she coaxed the last from him. Charles helped her to her feet as she wiped some leakage from her chin with the back of her hand. Pulling her to him once again, he kissed her softly, tasting himself on her lips, fulfilling another of her fantasies -- sharing his cum in a deep kiss. "Charles, that was sooo hot...everything I had imagined. Thank you," she sighed as she folded against him. They made their way to the king-size bed, losing his shirt and her remaining clothes before tumbling onto the spread, continuing the kiss started so passionately just before. After a few moments, though, Charles rolled away to prepare for her massage, a promised sensual experience that was to begin with an overall body massage, but lead to an extended genital massage. Both had eagerly anticipated this opportunity, and now it was time. Charles had arrived with massage cream in two different scents. After choosing "lavender,", Catherine lay front-down on the bed, the cover having been pulled back, exposing the cool white cotton sheets. Charles had made certain earlier to adjust the thermostat, so the room was slightly warm when clothed, but comfortable when not. Standing next to her, Charles began with long strokes from her buttocks to her shoulders, thumbs on either side of her spine and his hands two fans, finishing along her sides. This was repeated several times before he moved to gentle massage of her neck, and then on to each arm and hand, in turn. Catherine, who loved professional massages, was nonetheless in heaven, trading the seasoned pro for the eager amateur intent on providing "focused" pleasure. "Charles, your touch on my palms, my fingers, feels wonderful." From there he went to her feet, individually stroking her toes, lingering over her feet, his thumbs working the soft hollow beneath the arch, reveling in her soft sighs. Eventually he moved on, adding enough cream to her legs that his hands could glide over her shapely calves, the tender flesh behind her knees, and on to her toned thighs. Although he was careful to stay away from direct contact of glistening pussy lips, they were clearly visible as she reflexively parted her legs, inviting more personal contact. He did discover to their great pleasure, however, the sensitivity of the crease where her thigh joined her buttocks, stroking there with thumbs sliding from inside outwards, tugging open her moist pussy lips with each stroke. "Oh, there, right there, just like that," she breathed. But Charles continued on, taking his time massaging her soft but shapely cheeks, varying his touch from light caresses to deep, relaxing pressure. Catherine hoped that this massage had moved to the next stage, about to fulfill its intimate promise. While new territory for her, she was lost in the sensuality of the moment, relaxed and trusting of her new friend, but eager to experience more direct stimulation. "Turn over, please," he asked softly, eager to continue, but cognizant of the delicate moment this represented. Although Catherine had already been involved in great intimacy with him, she would be completely exposed to his view and touch, without benefit even of the customary towel for modesty. It was a moment of developing trust, so critical to the activity to come. Catherine complied readily. Charles began by standing at the foot of the bed, gently lifting Catherine's already-slick leg. Looking deeply into her languid eyes, he bent to take her left big toe into his mouth, sucking and working his tongue much as she had in front of the mirror earlier. It was another first for Catherine, a new recognition of yet another erogenous zone, and nearly orgasmic in effect. Though relaxed, Catherine was eagerly anticipating the next steps. Charles had invited her to view some videos of erotic massage prior to their meeting, which she now recalled vividly. She remembered the soft moans, the deep sighs, and the hungry eyes of the women in those videos, craving those sensations for herself. She recalled also the steamy conversations with Charles of the past week, wanting it all. Well-oiled hands began by surrounding her left breast - gently, slowly pressing the sides inward, riding higher toward the erect nipple, squeezing the pliant flesh up and in - and then repeating. Five times he did this, never quite reaching the nipple, but causing it to grow happily with the building pressure. Her needy nipple, swollen and ready for more direct stimulation, reached out to him, but Charles avoided it, taking care now to reverse the gentle strokes, cupping his hands over that soft flesh and pressing downward and outward, repeating that stroke also, again and again. Catherine's right breast received the same tender treatment, to her enormous pleasure. "Are you ready for more?" he asked as he applied a copious amount of lubricant to his hands, warming it by rubbing them together. He began petting Catherine's vulva with long, slow, gentle strokes from bottom to top, alternating hands so that the sensation was of a continuous massage. Catherine moaned softly as she opened her legs a bit more, signaling her assent and giving Charles better access to her increasingly wet pussy. Charles was sitting alongside, half facing her feet, settling in to fulfill his promise that this was going to be "all about Catherine." His right thumb glided outside of her outer lips, slowly tracking from bottom to top, applying slight pressure inward, first her right, then left -- repeating the process again and again. As Catherine's arousal increased, and the lips became more swollen, he placed his fingers on one side, and his thumb on the other, squeezing as he moved his hand up and down, his left hand brushing her inner thigh as he asked, "How is the pressure? Too much?" He understood "just right" in her sigh, and continued the process, now adding his other hand in the same way, subtly adding a bit more pressure as his fingers soothed past her clit, feeling its hardening length massaged by her own folds. Catherine's legs opened further when he moved his hands left and right, still sliding up and down the compressed lips, increasing the blood flow to them, feeling their increasing size and firmness. He finished this beginning with flat hands on either side, gently pressing her into the mattress, feeling her soft inner thighs, moving his hands in and out, the sides of his fingers pressing against her lips, mimicking the effect of the earlier squeezing. Catherine, lost in the erotic sensations, had a dreamy look in her eye as she breathed "More." Judging that Catherine was now able to take more direct stimulation, Charles dragged his fingertips from below her lips upward, fingers spread from left to right, letting them nestle within her soft, wet folds -- teasing her lips and sending electric sparks as he touched her clit for the first time. His hands moved continuously, but very slowly, one following the other. "That feels wonderful, but it might be even better with more pressure, "she softly instructed. Catherine's hips began to move, trying to press against his fingers. Without warning, though, Charles softly slapped her right thigh, then her left, her belly, and her pussy, time after time, playfully engaging her with new sensations. Catherine had confessed during one conversation that she responded to soft blows when excited enough. Her deep moan confirmed for Charles that he had waited enough for the welcome change of pace. Building on that, Charles brought more intense stimulation to the moment. He again carefully pinched her lips, trapping her clit luxuriously, pulling it sensually, focusing especially on its root. "Oh, Charles, just like that," she cried as her hips moved into his hands. He turned toward her, allowing his left hand to slide over her right breast, thumbing the hard nipple, while his right thumb pressed easily against the bottom of her clit. Holding it there, he asked, "Is that too hard?" "Nooo," was the soft, energizing reply. Moving around her clit, he continued the periodic pressure, from six o'clock to eight, then ten, each time pressing, vibrating his thumb, releasing pent-up tightness, and in that relaxation creating a special comfort that Catherine had not known. So many times, through the years, her partner had been clumsy, harsh in his caresses. This was healing, for in her trust she found relaxation of the tightness routinely born of anxiety. He reached two o'clock, where she found a special feeling, moaning her approval and need, writhing in her pleasure, and felt some letdown as he moved lower. "May I enter," he asked, cognizant of the importance of that consent. "Oh, yesssss," she replied, eager to feel more, and to hasten her release. Charles proceeded slowly, thoroughly lubing his fingers, placing his index finger at the entrance - teasing, stroking, until her pussy drew the finger inside. He moved quietly, deliberately, thrilled with the warmth, the moisture, the flexing of her internal muscles. Wanting to connect more fully, Charles moved his left hand to her right breast, even as he was feeling her heat within. Kneading her soft breast, teasing her nipple, he felt surprisingly connected to this vibrant, special new friend. Charles began a slow massage of her inner walls, learning from her response those areas that felt particularly good, encouraging her feedback. "Is that too much pressure?" he asked when he felt just inside, at the top, toward her throbbing clitoris. "Ummmm....no, just right," Catherine moaned. Charles proceeded to slowly move around the "clock", pressing and holding each "hour", just an inch or so inside, one knuckle, gauging her reaction at each spot, just as he had outside of her warm and wet pussy. "Breathe deeply, Catherine," he instructed, helping her relax and stay focused on the delicious feelings, yet keeping her growing arousal in check for the moment. He found that she particularly liked it when he pressed down at "six o'clock" while at the same time gently squeezing with his thumb from the outside, rubbing the dripping skin there between his finger and thumb. By the time he got back to the top, he found her even more responsive. "Oh, that's it...right there," she exclaimed at his returning finger now pressing a bit harder against her g-spot, which was becoming firmer, and its ridged surface more pronounced. "How does that feel," he whispered as his finger slid deeper, still pressing against the length of her g-spot using his right index finger, his left hand lightly massaging her right breast. "It's just wonderful," she sighed. Charles drew his finger back toward the opening, using a "come hither" motion to stay connected to her hardening g-spot while his thumb began gently stroking the side of her clit. Soon Catherine was ready for more, and he inserted a second finger to join in the g-spot massage. Her heels dug into the mattress now, her hips lifting, pressing against his welcome fingers, wanting more. "Patience, Catherine," he nodded, "we have more work to do.". Charles was intent now upon building her arousal, wanting her eventual release to be "memorable" as he later described it to her. So he moved his left hand from her breast to her nearly-bare mound, cupping it, enjoying the feel of the soft "landing strip". He pressed her back into the sheets, easing her body's tension, yet also trapping her g-spot between the new outside pressure and his insistent fingers within. "Oh, Charles," she purred, "that's heavenly." Fast Beginning His fingers continued to work their magic, drawing along the length of Catherine's g-spot, sometimes along the outer edges, sometimes crossing from side to side, sometimes concentrated in the center, but always ending with pressure on the hardening, ridged spot at the front, more and more pressure as Catherine's arousal increased. She was moaning continuously now, rocking her hips, rolling her head from side to side, overwhelmed with the sensations within and the continuous dancing of his thumb over her clit. "Pullllleeease, Charles," she begged, urging him to help her to orgasm. And then it was enough....."Oh, god...oh, god....oh, god, " she repeated as she bucked her pussy against his insistent hand, riding out the spasms that started deep within, grateful that he stayed with her, continuing the steady strokes that had finally taken her over the edge. "Breathe deeply, Catherine" he softly said while sliding his right hand from her depths, resting it gently on her mound, as his left hand slid up to the fullness of her ripe breast. "You're beautiful," he said, staring deeply into her rich brown eyes, continuing to stroke her mound quietly, letting Catherine catch her breath. Soon, though, he began playing with her nipples, first right, then left -- squeezing, tugging, rolling -- while slowly teasing her sensitive clit with his right thumb. It was but a few minutes of this before she came again, not as hard or long, but surprising to her in that she hadn't realized she was capable of multiple orgasms. "Relax, Catherine...relax," he whispered, brushing the wisp of her hair from her eyes, stroking her smooth thighs, helping her come down while staying connected. As she let her eyes close, her head now deep in the pillow, Charles silently poured more lube on his right hand, using his left to warm it and spread it evenly over his fingers and thumb. "Charles, I don't think I can take any more," she said quietly when he cupped her mound. "This is for you, Catherine," he replied, "and you're going to love it." Charles used his index and middle fingers to enter, slowly, sensually, gently...and began slowly turning them...back and forth...his knuckles grazing her pussy entrance, repeatedly, rhythmically stimulating her g-spot. "How's this speed, Catherine?" he asked quietly. "It's soooo good....soooo good," was the repeated refrain. Both were lost in the heat and intensity of the moment, the beauty of her pleasure, as she went higher and higher. Charles leaned over, taking her nipple in his mouth, licking, nibbling, sucking, pulling, and releasing. His hand moved relentlessly, twisting at the wrist, the fingers touching deliciously all of the pleasure points previously awakened. Without breaking the rhythm, Charles substituted his two middle fingers, continuing his steady stimulation of Catherine's hungry pussy. He allowed his small finger to slide lower, taking advantage of the abundance of lubrication to glide over her anus, again and again. Still sucking her right nipple, he introduced clitoral massage as well, rubbing his index finger and thumb on either side of her nether lips, up and down, squeezing gently. Catherine was overwhelmed with the sensations. The nipple play seemed to touch her already demanding clit. Moving her hips with the relentless motion of his hand, and fingers everywhere, Catherine was lost in passion, oblivious to everything but the growing need for release. "Please, Charles....please," she begged, as the steady assault on her senses continued. Without warning it hit, the climax of all this attention, this sensation. "Oh, yesssss....yessss....yessss," she exclaimed, lifting her hips high, wanting to stretch out the pleasure, give in to her lust, and feel complete in her effort give herself over to this illicit pleasure. Charles lay beside her, stroking her hair, her arms, her breasts and thighs, until she had regained her breath and rested quietly alongside. "You are wonderful, Catherine," he intoned, recognizing the passion and beauty it had been his good fortune to engage. Both were spent after having been consumed in this wonderful marathon, but it was time to regroup. Charles suggested a shower for her, and mistakenly didn't join her for the event. But there was still time for more in this fantasy afternoon.... The afternoon flew by. Catherine had emerged from the shower with a question, "Shall I wear the hotel robe, your shirt, just a towel, or nothing at all." Charles, lying on the bed, suggested the robe, which ended up completely enveloping her petite frame. It fell open, though, as she approached him, causing a reaction that caught her eye immediately. Pouncing on the bed, Catherine attacked his hard cock, eager to return the pleasure she had so fully experienced. Licking, sucking, nibbling -- she reveled in his reaction. "Oh, Catherine....that feels soooo good," he said, lightly running his fingers through her soft, auburn hair. Her shower thoughts had focused on feeling Charles inside, but Catherine had always wanted to experiment with prostate massage, something off limits at home. "Do you mind if I play with you for a while?" she purred. She had been caressing his balls with her fingertips, judging their heft, eventually tugging slightly, while continuing to work her magic with her soft lips and active tongue. Soon, though, she replaced her mouth with her left hand, nudged his legs open wider, and started licking and sucking his balls, taking one after the other in her mouth, bathing them with her wet tongue. Eventually, she drifted lower, kissing and licking his perineum, while jacking his rigid member. "Please keep going," he said, the yearning in his voice clearly evident, his hips lifting off the bed to give more access. "Are you sure?" she asked softly, wondering herself if she could go on. Becoming emboldened as her tongue worked lower, Catherine found herself sliding her flat tongue over his anus, circling, teasing. Charles jerked in pleasure, seeking more contact, encouraging Catherine to continue. Raising her head to look directly into his darkened blue eyes, Catherine winked, and reached for the lube. After coating her right hand, she went back to her task with renewed vigor -- her left hand on his cock, and her right spreading the lube below, circling the crinkled flesh, teasing him, delighted with its invitation to slide her index finger in. "More, Catherine, I want more," he said, remembering the steamy chat they had a few days before, when she confessed her interests in exploring this new area. Her slick finger had moved past one knuckle, and then a second, before she once again engulfed his rock-hard cock with her hungry mouth. She carefully explored him, finding the walnut-sized prostate, probing gently with a finger tip. Catherine then removed her finger, and tested the possibility of two. Slowly she worked them past his tight rings, the lube and a gentle twisting motion easing the way. Once again she found her prize, rubbing with a circular motion, asking "How does that feel, Charles?" He only grunted, pushing his hips higher, eager for more pressure. She took him fully in her mouth as she kept a steady rhythm on his prostate, sliding up and down, faster now, coating his shaft with her saliva, and licking the velvet head. Catherine devoured him, her subtle, teasing approach abandoned, wanting him to feel the ecstasy she had recently experienced. Soon he erupted, shooting jet after jet of steamy cum into her eager mouth, thrilled with the sexy eye contact she maintained as she watched him peak, and then sink back into the pillows. Still she continued, but slower, milking him, making sure he was completely drained before sliding off his cock, and gently withdrawing her fingers. She licked some dribble from around her lips as she moved up on the bed, straddling him before kissing him deeply, her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest, her robe now covering them both. "And did that feel good, my sexy new friend?" she asked, sealing the moment as she rolled alongside, weak with satisfaction and a need for more substantive nourishment. "You are so beautiful, Catherine. That was beyond belief," was all he could say. After resting for several minutes, and noting the time, he asked about dinner, "Shall we order room service?" "That sounds wonderful," she responded, "I'm famished." Charles rolled off the bed, picking up the hotel binder when he reached the desk. She selected a vegetable/pasta dish after hearing the selections, while he ordered a steak and salad, along with some strawberries for dessert. "What shall we do for the next 45 minutes," Charles asked, not so innocently... "What toys did you bring?" Charles asked, remembering the long conversations they had over the past few days -- the conversations that kept escalating the tension, the anticipation, the yearning. Catherine responded, "I'll have to look," buying some time, not sure she wanted to take the next step, but even so heading to the bathroom where she had left her oversized purse. Catherine returned with 'Pinky', her trusted hard plastic vibrating dildo. It was relatively slender, tapered, and very comfortable for her in its presence. "There's more, but this should be fun for a while," she purred as she sat opposite Charles on the bed. "What do you want to do?" "I want to see how you touch yourself. I want to see how you make yourself come. I want you to come for me," he stated firmly. He knew that Catherine yearned for male dominance in the bedroom (and the bedroom only!) so it never occurred to her to not follow his directive. He reclined on the pile of bed pillows pushed up against the headboard. She lay back, and as she extended her right leg, he took hold of her ankle and laid her leg across his stomach and chest, still holding the ankle. What a sight Catherine made, spread open for him as she began to caress herself. She later told him that she only had an audience for this most private act a couple of times in her life, and now had added confirmed exhibitionism to her list of slutty qualities. Having Charles watch her intensified the sensations as she began to pleasure herself for him. He stared intently with the same look of hard lust she'd seen in his eyes while on her knees sucking his cock, spurring her on as she sought to satisfy his desire. Catherine began just touching her labia, slowly caressing. No surprise that she was wet, and in moments her fingers were slick with her juice. She kept stroking, moving up to gently rub her clit. Catherine continued that with one hand for a few moments and then reached up to squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples. Charles's blue eyes were darker now and he was no longer smiling. The pure primal lust she saw in his eyes was fueled by her performing for him, fulfilling his desires. That look, coupled with her own touch, fueled her arousal and she picked up "pinky" and turned it on. She rubbed it across her wet pussy, coating it with her juice. As she pushed it inside, she was only mildly surprised that she didn't have to work it in slowly. Although nothing larger than two of her new lover's fingers had been inside her at that point, she was so wet that it slid in easily. "You're making me soooo wet...Ohhhhhh..." Catherine sighed, now totally caught up in her own pleasure. As Charles watched, she began to fuck herself with the vibrator with one hand while rubbing her clit with other. As her pace quickened and she neared the peak, he sucked her toes into his hot, wet mouth, never breaking eye-contact. That move electrified her every bit as much as it had earlier, and sent her over the edge. Catherine pulled the vibrator from her soaking pussy and held it on her clit, drawing out her orgasm. "That's it...come for me...come hard for me," his rough voice demanded. She laughed a satisfied chuckle of joy after she climaxed especially hard. She noted the sparkle had returned to her lover's eyes as well. "He has to be enjoying himself," she thought, understanding that having a person trust another enough to perform this intimate act is a uniquely erotic experience, both for the performer and the viewer. By then it was time to dress for dinner - matching hotel robes - hers dwarfing her 5'1" frame, his fitting more naturally. They ate at the desk/table, where the waiter had deposited the tray. Over pasta and steak Catherine and Charles got to know each other a bit more. They talked of their families, surprisingly enough. Seems like that would be the last thing new lovers would talk about, but it's who they were, not able to neatly separate that part of themselves out just to make it convenient. They found that they both loved their spouses and had no desire to leave their marriages. Yet both found themselves needing a sexual connection they couldn't find within their marriages. So they talked about their marriages, their children and their careers, connecting a few more dots. As they ate and talked and laughed, they reflected on the wonderful day. "I've never met a woman so sexually responsive, so able to be totally in the moment. If you could bottle that and sell it..." "Thank you. And you are a very sexy man, very attractive to me. You make me that way." It wasn't long before that mutual attraction kicked in again. Catherine picked up a strawberry and ate it. She watched his eyes narrow—which gave her an instant adrenaline rush. She wasn't trying to be particularly seductive. But Charles was when he bit one in half and held the remaining fruit up to her mouth. Had there been time, there is no doubt they would have had fun with those ripe, sweet berries. "I'm going to turn into a pumpkin soon," Catherine said with a sigh. The flash of desire she saw in his eyes prompted her to get up from her side of the table and walk around to sit in his lap. She kissed Charles and ran her fingers through his sandy hair. The kisses soon turned into the our-time-is-running-out-frantic kind. He picked Catherine up and took her to his bed for what they both knew was the last round of play before she had to leave. He pushed her back on the bed and continued kissing, stroking, touching. Not a patient woman, and now even less so, she made her wishes known. "Charles...please fuck me," she whispered. "Okay," he replied with dark eyes and a rueful grin. "I'll fuck you." His tone implied it was going to be a frantic mating—which was precisely what the situation called for. Both had teased in earlier conversations about the 'boring' missionary position, but this time it was perfect. He thrust his cock inside her wet, aching pussy and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. They held eye contact the entire time he was inside, knowing their tryst was coming to an end. Her hips rolled upward, seeking more, while he drove repeatedly into and against her. Faster and harder she pulled herself into him, as he took his weight on elbows and knees. Not caring about the neighbors, Catherine became louder as her climax approached, "Oh yes...yesss....yessss!" she cried, milking her orgasm and inducing his, clinging tightly to this man she had met only hours before. They each wondered about the future - whether they would meet again - but both wanted it, and made that clear in the soft parting kiss.