We meet downstairs in the Lobby of my hotel.

He’s taller than I expected and has a wonderful smile and a manner that instantly sets me at ease. We sit in the bar and watch the world go by – he with a beer and me with a glass of pinot gris.

We chat. His casual banter comes naturally. He is completely at ease. Confident and unhurried. I can’t believe how hot that is! That masculine self assuredness is so damn sexy!

We’re both married. We both need something that isn’t available anywhere else but right here in the place where we make it.

My head is spinning a bit as we sip our drinks… we’re crafting our intimate space. Setting the boundaries. Being clear about expectations… and I’m doing all I can do to keep my hands off of him! I just want to touch his hand, or put mine on his thigh… but any little physical gesture of intimacy here in the bar could ruin everything. I work hard to retain my composure.

“I’m going to pay the tab” he says… pausing just long enough to make absolutely sure that the statement is a question.

“Yes” is respond… YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! FUCKING ABSOLUTELY YES!

In the lift going up to my suite he looks at me and says “You OK? We can slow everything down if you want more time”…

My mind is racing. Confirming consent! How fucking hot can this man get!

I whisper “Yes” and bite my lip - hoping I’m doing it in a super sexy way and not an awkward gawky way! I lean into him and steal a kiss on his cheek. His cologne floods my nostrils. FUCK! He smells divine.

The lift doors open.

Inside the sanctuary of my hotel suite, I try to make him comfortable but I kind of know that I’m just being awkward. “Would you like a beer?”… I’m good – he says. I try to pretend that I haven’t meticulously cleaned and tidied the suite earlier… “I have Champagne” I say… I’m good – he says. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can get you?” I say… He stands up and says… “Everything I want is right here, in front of me”.

My knees buckle a bit. He instantly reaches forward to place one of his big rough hands on my arm. Steadying me. “You Ok?” he asks. I am gazing into his deep green eyes and biting my lower lip and all I can do is nod my head.

“Why don’t you take all the time you need to get ready. I’m in no rush. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

I’m still gazing into his eyes. All is see is love.

I nod. He takes his hand off my arm. I tell him that I’m going to get changed. He leans forward and kisses me on my cheek… “Take all the time you need. I’m here for you”.

When I come out of the ensuite he treats me to the most incredibly sexy compliment any man can give… the appreciative male gaze… if you’ve ever experienced it – you know!

We sit together on the couch, talking and touching each other. First hands, and then casual pats on each others arms and legs as if meaning to punctate points in our conversation. Then he takes my hand and looks directly into my eyes as he places it on his crotch.

I can immediately feel that his cock is hard. It twitches under my hand as he leans forward and we kiss. It’s literally the fucking sort of kiss that melts ice caps…

When we finally come up for air he holds my gaze and without breaking eye contact he reaches down – unbuckles his belt, flips the button and unzip’s his chinos allowing my eagerly awaiting fingers access to him. He leans back and lets me find my own way…

My fingers a frantically searching for a way to free his beautiful hard cock from his briefs, and then finally! It springs free. I grasp his thick shaft in my little hand and look up at him… and as I do, I feel his firm hand on my head gently, but purposefully, pushing my face down toward his lap.

I am hungry for it. I crave it. I want to worship him with my mouth.