I turned and looked at him as he took in the scenery. He was definitely much bigger than the bike racers inside—had to be six-two and two hundred pounds. He was also much older, at least mid-thirties, and wore a suit and shirt that were very expensive, as were his watch, cufflinks, and shoes. In the soft light from the braziers on the terrace, I saw a class ring glint on his finger. When he took a sip, I made out the MIT logo on it; he must be some sort of high-priced engineer. Either that, or I was actually talking to Tony Stark without his Iron Man suit. I couldn’t quite place his west-coast accent, which made sense if he’d been traveling the world for years.
“So, I take it you travel around with a race team?” I asked him.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, turning to me, “why don’t we keep it simple? I know you’re from Austin, you know I travel. I’m James.” He extended a hand, which I held for a second.
“Summer.”
“And let’s leave it at that. No last names, no jobs, no history, no baggage. Just be who you want to be for tonight. What do you say?” That self-assured smile was infectious.
The corners of my mouth started to turn upwards as I stared into his face. I felt a definite tingle deep inside my shamelessly hungry vagina at the thought of a completely anonymous one-night stand with this guy. It would have been even hotter if I’d used a fake name. Shame I didn’t think of it in time. I wondered if he was really called James.
“Sounds good to me, James. Where would you like to start?” I asked him.
“Well, first I’d like to tell you that you are the most alluring, enthralling, tempting, and effortlessly sexy woman I’ve seen in as long as I can remember.”
“Wow,” I breathed. That was such a line, but it was still nice to hear, especially delivered in that measured, unhurried tone of his. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“No, not all.”
We’d turned towards each other, and without realizing it, moved closer to each other. I had to crane my neck to look into his deep blue eyes, and our faces were only about twelve inches apart. The warm, masculine smell of him washed over me.
“And second?” I whispered. He looked blank. “First, you told me I was sexy. What was second?”
“Oh, yeah. Second.” Our faces were very close now. I could feel his fresh breath on my face, like the most miniscule shift in wind patterns would push our lips together. “Second, I ask you, as an Austin native, if you know where we can go for some privacy?”
I was aching, longing to feel his soft mouth on mine. My desperate pussy was moist. Without a word, I took his hand and led him off the terrace, down a flight of stone steps to the pool, and along the side of the building. A gravel path led to a courtyard that faced a parking lot on the east side of the hotel. Streetlights threw a hazy glow over the area.
I had taken control. We stopped, and I pushed him hard against the wall. I looked him in his beautiful blue eyes and pulled his face to mine until our foreheads met. I looked from his eyes to his mouth and back again. My heart pounded, and I was close to panting already. I licked my lips, but I’d decided I was not going to kiss him on the mouth. If it felt this good to not kiss him, I wouldn’t kiss him.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I growled at him.
“Not as hard as I'm going to fuck you,” he growled right back.
I couldn’t tell where this intensity was coming from, but I liked it. His face was mostly in shadow, but I could make out his eyes, twinkling in the darkness. I maintained eye contact as I pulled his shirt out of his pants. Then I pulled his pants open urgently as his hands played up and down my back and over my ass. I finally felt his clothes drop to the ground, and I held him in my hands. He was already hard, so I slid my left hand under his balls as I ran the fingers of my right hand up and down his firm shaft. He let out a sigh as I traced every bump and vein along his impressive length, our heads still pressed together.
My hands moved to his chest. I pushed him back against the wall again and slowly sank to my knees until I stared directly at his big, firm cock, which twitched under my gaze. A smile played over my lips as I looked him in the eye once more, saw the need, the lust, and the yearning on his face, then slipped my wet lips over the tip. My arms were against his stomach and chest, and using my mouth alone, I slid my lips as far down his shaft as I could and took his dick all the way to the back of my throat. He moaned as I held him there, his hot rod resting on my soft tongue. I could have finished him very quickly. The feeling of power was intoxicating. At my will, I could make his knees buckle, his eyesight disappear, and his cock explode in my mouth. Despite the almost painful throbbing from my pussy, I was sorely tempted to rock his world, and that only made me hornier. His dick was almost throbbing in time with me, with the pulsing in my clit; I couldn’t keep our sexes apart any longer.