6 comments/ 7291 views/ 1 favorites Tonight was the Night By: *Twisted* Tonight was the night. A year to the day after their first "date" they would finally meet. At least that was the plan. He sat in the chair in the hotel lobby wondering if she'd lose her nerve. He'd positioned himself so he could see the door and was watching carefully, each time it opened his eyes snapped from watching the tourists as they made their way out into the warm summers eve. He glanced at his watch again. They'd met on an internet sex chat. Playing with each other teasingly at first, becoming friends, then eventually becoming online lovers. She'd seemed reluctant when he said he was coming to town, he'd explained that he was coming for a vacation, a bike tour of a nearby forest, but really they both knew that that was ruse.. The scrape of the revolving door jolted him from his reverie, he looked up to spy a tall leggy blonde in a thigh wrap skirt and a tee shirt stroll through the door, her. He sat and watched her enter the room, peripheral vision taking in the turning of the heads of every man as she paused and surveyed the room. She spotted him as he stood and strolled over to her, taking her hands in his and saying "hello babe," a smile on his face. He kissed her on the cheek and held her at arms length for a moment, her eyes looking at him inquiringly. "I just want to look for a moment," he said, laughing easily. He then hugged her, her body a bit stiff against his "nervous?" he asked, as he pulled back from the hug and looked into her eyes. "bloody hell yes!" she replied. Laughing for the first time since she'd walked in the door. He laughed along with her, and the dam of tension broke from both of them and they hugged again. This time their bodies molding together like the familiar lovers that, less the actual previous physical contact, they were. He took her hand and started towards the door "come on," he said, "let's go eat drink and be merry." They took a taxi to the restaurant he'd picked out earlier in the day. Sitting at a comfortable outdoor table they chatted and laughed through dinner and drinks. As the evening drew on, he leaned back in his chair and said "let's go dancing?" "Dancing," she replied laughing, "You can dance?" "Like a bear," was he replied. He paid the check and they wandered along the road surveying the clubs and bars till they found one that looked promising and went inside. The dim room was packed, the din not quite enough to deafen a person, but getting close. One drink he said, she nodded and they walked to the bar. Three margaritas later they were curled up in a corner booth, laughing, joking and watching the crowd. He pulled her to her feet and leaned over to her ear and said come on let's dance. She laughed and they moved to the dance floor, moving to the rhythm of a loud thumping techno beat. He watched her body, learning her moves and quickly managing to move with her body as he began to dance closer. He reached out, wrapping his hands around her and pulling her close. The crowd on the dance floor seemed to disappear as he ran her hands up and down her body. He held her hand above her head and turned her, then pulled her back up tight against him, moving with the music as one he ran his hands over her thighs. slipping her skirt up her thighs a bit than pulling it back down. As she wiggled against him his cock stiffened, he leaned forward and brushing her hair from her neck started to kiss and nibble skin. Inhaling her perfume and enjoying the taste of the light sweat that had formed on her neck during the dance session. She felt his cock against her thigh and pushed back into him, wiggling her ass as she did. He moaned against her neck, his hands playing up under her shirt and across the skin of her stomach before the music suddenly changed pace and a slow song came on. She turned and faced him, and her arms wrapped around her neck she molded her body against his. His leg sliding hard between her thighs, hiking up the skirt a bit and he could feel the warmth of her thigh against his now nearly painfully erect cock. He slid his hands down her back, pulling her tighter and leaned down and kissed her. Lightly at first, then tilting his head back and smiling kissing her again, a kiss he'd described so many times, his tongue parting her lips, running lightly across them, then into her mouth to dance with hers. They moved to the music, kissing and running their hands more and more frantically over each other till the song ended. At the songs end, she took his hand and led him quickly back to their table. They sat down, sipping their drinks quickly then kissing again. He pulled her onto his lap, his hands cupping her ass thru her skirt and kissed her neck. As he slid one hand up under her skirt from behind and ran it along her pussy she leaned over and said in his ear, What do you think you're doing? What I've been dreaming of for the longest time was his reply. He kissed her again and she shifted her hips, moving herself harder against his probing fingers. He pulled her panties off to the side, running his fingers lightly over her pussy and said My you did enjoy the dancing didn't you. Her only reply was to slide a hand down between them and run her hand over his cock thru his pants. He slid a finger deep inside her wetness and then up and over her clit. Kissing her neck again as she arched her head back in pleasure. He felt her hands fumbling with his zipper, pulling him free and stroking him as he worked his fingers around her clit, back down dipping them into her wet cunt than back up to her clit. He watched as she bit her lip. He pulled her up and forward, his cock sliding naturally into her soaking canal. He moved his hands back to her ass, cupping it and rocking her back and forth on him. He reached around, taking her hand in his and sliding it between them, pushing it down so to her clit. Their fingers caressing her together, bringing her closer as he leaned back, his hips starting to thrust up into her. He felt her pussy clench down on him and heard her cries of pleasure as she started to cum. The sound of her voice as she came was all it took, and he pushed his hips up with one last hard thrust and came deep inside her. He felt her cunt spasm around him again and again until she finally collapsed against his chest. Fingers running over the damp hairs of his chest she looked up and smiled. He kissed her again and said "Well that's not quite the way I'd imagined our first time, but I'm not complaining." "Let's go back to your hotel" she replied a devilish smile on her face, before standing and running a hand under her skirt, bringing it to her lips. He stood and took her hand and walked with her across the dance floor and out into the cool night. Tonight Was the Night This is my first submission ever. I hope you all enjoy! ***** Tonight was the night. Sloane held her phone in her hand but her fingers were still. She was staring down at the glowing screen, at a conversation. "James (12:18 am): I want you tonight." Prior to this evening, Sloane had only whimsically considered an actual one-night hookup with some stranger from the internet. It sounds so silly, and made her feel slightly embarrassed, but she had waited long enough. Tonight she was going to let someone fuck her, and it was going to be just what she needed- a release. She couldn't reply too early, or she'd look desperate. She wanted to maintain the allusion that she was out being sociable and cosmopolitan when instead she was in her robe, making final preparations. "Sloane (12:30 am): 273 E Belleview. Apartment 4." Sloane hesitated for a moment. Was she really going to do this? Fuck it, yeah. Hitting send, she immediately set the phone down on the bathroom counter. Time to do a mental checklist. Shaved legs. Check. Shaved...everything else. Check. Lotioned and smooth. She listed herself in body spray and she was ready. Wandering through the rest of the apartment completely naked, with the light reflecting off her newly-shaved body, Slone turned off all the lights. She lit a few candles and placed them in no certain order around her room. Her bed was made. Incense was burning. Passing the standing mirror, she admired the way her body looked in the warm light of the candles. Damn. This is my lighting. From the bathroom, she heard her text tone. She retrieved it a little faster than usual. "James (12:55 am): Fifteen minutes." Butterflies filled Sloane's stomach. Well, it's too late now without some awkward explanation. I'm doing it. I'm really doing it. Biting her lip, she wasted no time with her reply. "Sloane (12:57 am): I'll be on all fours on my bed. Ass up. Waiting for you." Pleased with herself, Sloane smirked a bit and set her phone on the nightstand adjacent to the bed. She couldn't help but imagine how much that turned him on. She unlocked the front door, and checked herself out in the mirror one last time. Walking back into her smoky bedroom, she crawled onto her soft bed and assumed the position. Her face was in the covers, but she was listening for anyone in the hallway. What felt like an eternity later, there was a set of footsteps that fell dead outside her door. There was a moment of hesitation, but then the front door began to open slowly. Slone's body tingled with anticipation. Her pussy, up in the air, started to get wet with the very thought of what was going to happen. To her surprise, he was completely silent. He shut the door behind him and walked straight into the threshold her room where he paused. She was right in front of him, on the bed, bent over. He didn't say hello. He didn't try to strike up an awkward conversation. Absolutely nothing. After a moment or two he walked toward the bed. There was s faint clank of a belt and a zipper being unzipped. He crawled up behind her and that's when she felt his rough hands smooth over her back and ass, moving their way down to her pussy. "Look how wet you are." The silence finally broke. His voice was deep but on the soft side. His right hand traced up and down her wet slit while his left hand stroked his cock. He was already pretty hard, but the opportunity in front of him made his dick hard to the point of almost hurting. He needed to be inside of her. Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed the head onto her opening. She moaned into the covers while he slowly pushed himself inside. This sound make him smirk. "Yeah that's a good little slut. Take all of it." He continued pushing his rather sizable dick into her tight pussy until his balls were pressed against her. He started with slow, deep strokes but something animalistic inside of him wanted to fuck her good and hard. Picking up speed, her occasional yelps and moans became more frequent. His balls slapped against her as he slammed her pussy. A hand reached down and started furiously rubbing her clit. This was met with a much louder moan. Sloane's body quivered as she took his cock. His fingers going to town on her pussy was almost too much. If he kept it up like that, she was going to cum soon. James somehow knew this, and kept up his fast pace. Her pussy was getting fucked right. With a hand still on her pussy, he slapped her ass with the other. "I want you to cum on my cock." Sloane threw her head up as her moans grew louder and louder. She could feel her orgasm building and her body tensed. "That's right, cum on this dick like I told you to." The pleasure was finally too much and Sloane came hard, her whole body shaking as she yelled in pleasure. James removed his hand from her clit and gripped her ass with both hands, keeping her stable as he continued to fuck her. "We're not done here. Now it's my turn." He grabbed both her arms behind her back and held her roughly against his torso. She protested with a whimper, but he ignored it. "You're going to take all of my cum," he hissed, "all of it." Picking up speed again, an arm reached around and grabbed her tit. It cupped the breast before violently squeezing the nipple. Sloane whimpered in pain, muffled by the other hand. He ignored her once again as he felt his own orgasm building. The hand covering her mouth slipped around and grabbed the other tit. "Oh here it comes. Here it fucking comes." His voice grew rougher and deeper and for a moment it was silent, save for the sound of his cock and balls pounding her now soaking wet pussy. Then the silence broke. He came, emitting a low roar as his hands fell from her tits and gripped her hips, keeping her close to him. Sloane could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, and the load of hot cum filling her up. James pulled out slowly, and a small stream of cum dripped from her gaped pussy. Panting, Sloane went to turn around when she found herself behind pushed back into the bed. James leans over her until his mouth was right next to her ear, breathing hot air onto her cheek. "I'll see you next time." Tonight was the Night Ch. 02 "Where are we going?" she yelled over the din of the music as they stepped out of the door to the club. "Back to my hotel," he said loudly, not realizing as he said it that the door had closed and there was no need to shout. "Trying to tell the whole City?" she giggled. He laughed easily with her and shook his head. "Would that bother you?" he asked. "Not hardly hun," was her reply. He held out a his arm and she entwined hers in it and the stepped out onto the sidewalk. As they neared the street he raised his hand to flag a taxi, she grabbed it and pulled it back down. "Do you mind if we walk?" He smiled, "love to," and they strolled down the boulevard towards his hotel. As they walked chatting, he noticed the way she walked, striding smoothly along in her high heels, shoes that made her a good two inches taller than him. "I enjoy a good walk," he said, looking down at her legs. "Me too," she replied and then noticed where his eyes were directed. "Perve," she said laughing. They strode past another club, obviously popular, several young people standing outside, waiting for their chance to enter. Two young men near then end of the line wolf whistled as she walked past. She started to turn to say something but he held her arm close and kept them moving in the direction of the hotel. "What's that one costing ya?" one of the young men called out. He released her arm quickly and turned and he stepped towards the men. He felt his movement arrested by her hand on his shoulder as she called back, "50 bucks an hour, and he's worth every cent." Her words broke the tension easily as shattering a glass as they turned and started back on their way, pausing ever so often to double over laughing at some joke one or the other made about who was paying whom for this little sexual encounter. Soon they arrived at the hotel, they stepped into the elevator and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His lips brushing against hers lightly before beginning to kiss her harder. He slid his thigh between her legs and he was surprised when as they reached his floor, she pushed the door closed button and pressed another, sending the elevator back down to the lobby. They kissed again, tugging at each others clothing. When the doors opened in the lobby, she pressed the button for the top floor. "Take me now," she moaned. "I've always wanted to do this in an elevator." He pulled up her skirt, tugging at her underwear, tearing it free as her hands went to his fly and pulled his hard cock out. She stroked it briefly, her warm hands spreading his juices over the head before he turned her towards the wall. Stepping in behind her, he kissed the back of her neck softly and slid himself deep inside her. She let out a high pitched moan as he grabbed her hips and started pounding his cock in and out of her wet cunt. She reached back with a hand, grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper until... *ding* The elevator doors opened and a young couple stared at them through the door. She quickly pressed the button to close the doors, followed by one for his floor. He held her tight against him, laughing with her at the embarrassment of being seen. "We're going to the room now I take it," he said, grinding his hips against hers to punctuate the sentence. She bit her lip and moaned "yes..." They stood there, still coupled watching the floors pass by, neither making a movement away from the other. A game of sexual chicken with neither of them willing to give in until they reached the floor above his and he finally pulled back and out of her. Stuffing his erection back into his pants, and buttoning his fly just as the doors opened. "Pussy," she said, laughing at him as he took her hand and pulled her at a run down the hall to his room. As he fumbled with the keycard, her fingers worked at unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants as he tried to open the door. Her lips were hot on his neck and as he finally got the key in the slot, her hands slid down the front of his pants and grasped him. He twisted his head around and kissed her over his shoulder before turning and pushing her up onto a table sitting across the hall from his door. His hand slid up the front of her dress as he lifted her ass up onto the table. "What are you doing?" she gasped. "Payback," he replied as he ran his hand up her thigh and cupped her mound. He slipped a finger deep inside her, causing her to moan. She buried her face into his shoulder, biting him as he worked his fingers inside her, then up and over her clit and back down. He started rubbing her clit harder in a fast circular motion, listening to her moans and feeling her shudder with desire. "Oh My God..." she gasped pulling her head away from his shirt. "Fuck me baby...fuck me now." He pulled her back to the door, pushing the key in and pulling it out before throwing open the door and picking her up and carrying her to the bed. His lips pressed hard against hers as he pinned her hands up above her head against the wall and pressed his body hard against hers for a moment before pulling her towards the bed. "I want to see you," he said as his fingers moved to her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it.