Shenanigans

June 29, 2019
To recap my visit:

Wednesday I was supposed to have a very important meeting. I had been waiting months for this, and I was worrying about it to the point that I even called two weeks beforehand to make sure everything was still on. I get to the meeting place, find a colleague there from another 2 1/2 hours away, and go up to the office. The door is locked and the lights are off. Huh. I wait in the hall for my colleague and tell
him the situation. Frowning, he calls the main contact, only to find out the meeting had been canceled because the Lead moved away! No one had told us, and it has to be rescheduled to another date. He had another 2 1/2 hour drive back, for nothing.

I get back home, severely disappointed and angry that about the circumstance. I message my MM and vent to him a bit. After a few minutes of ranting, he sends me a nude, which calms me down, and makes me laugh. He is good at distracting me. Then he writes, “Are you still interested in coming up.”

I am shocked, just because we have had so many disappointments in scheduling our own meet-ups.

“Always,” I replied.

”When can you get here? Tonight?”

My mind starts racing, trying to think of possibilities. My ex, sitting on the couch in the other room, is the biggest one. It’s his car, as he keeps reminding me. As for money, my brother just gave me some for my birthday. Of course my ex wanted to use that on fast food, even though it’s a gift to me. But damn I wanted this trip more than anything. “Sure!”

“You sound unsure.”

”Just going over logistics,” I said. I’d make this work somehow.

We talked about plans for a bit. I misjudged the length of time it would take me to get there; I forgot the hotel was downtown – I normally go out to the suburbs, which is farther. I could feel his excitement over the line, as well as my own. I couldn’t stop grinning.

After some guilt tripping from my ex, I got “permission” to use the car, despite the fact I am the one who uses it 98% of the time. Overnight trips must be cleared, or any trip that hasn’t anything to do directly or indirectly with him (eg. grocery, food runs, prescription, paying bills, errands – any trips to visit someone, even my brother 20 miles away, or our son, must be cleared.) I told him I was going to visit a specific friend, whom I haven’t seen in a while. He knows her well, but does not have her contact information to check up. I told my MM I’d see him in a few hours, grabbed my bags that were still packed after our last cancellation, and took off. Three hours later – an hour earlier than I had anticipated – I pulled up in front of his hotel, handed the valet the keys to the beat-up junk, and checked in. Yes, he left my name at the desk.

After a bit, I got settled into the room. He was at work for at least another 2 hours. I changed clothes, and sent him a picture in just my bra. He sent back heart eyes emojis.

It’s going to be hard to concentrate on work the rest of the day.”

During his break, he wrote more, saying he couldn’t wait, etc. etc.

I prepared the bed. Now here comes the start of the nasties for those of you who may be offended with some sexual kinks/fetishes may want to stop reading. We are both into watersports – peeing. The bathrooms are usually way too tiny for any good play, and he is too tall to stretch in the tub. (I keep forgetting how tall he is – a full foot taller than I am.) Luckily this time his room had two Queen beds instead of one King. We could use one bed for fun and one to sleep in without having to deal with wet spots. Over time, we came up with a solution for this – strip the bed, cover it with plastic sheeting, a layer of incontinence pads on top of that, and then an old blanket
that can be thrown away. Another pee pad under us and on top of the blanket is used for good measure. Then this whole bundle can be rolled up and thrown away when done. It worked beautifully. The bed itself was dry and fresh.

So I prepared the bed, washed up, freshened my make-up, and selected some lingerie, as well as a butt plug, which for me is de rigueur. I was ready, he was 20 minutes from getting out of work. His job site was literally across the street, so I knew he would be here soon.

Then I heard the elevator down the hall ding, and I knew it was him. A few seconds later I heard the keycard in the door. Then he was standing before me. He looked me up and down, a huge hug and kiss and we walked into the main part of the room.
He took off his messenger bag and drank some water before taking off the rest of his clothes. When he was down to his boxer briefs he looked at me and said “You’re all gussied up. I feel under-dressed.”

“I’d rather have you underdressed,” I replied, saucily.

He came over to me, his hands on my breasts. He pulled one breast out of the low cup, pulling on the nipple. I sighed and held his shoulders, then ran my hands down his chest to his belly. I rubbed outside his shorts, feeling the length hiding inside, coiled and waiting. I rubbed it more and more as he pulled my nipple and slid the transparent blouse off me. He pushed his shorts down, and his cock was in my
hands. He always shaves, while he likes me naturally hairy. His smooth cock was so enticing I took it in my mouth and sucked it lightly a few times and stroked him while he hummed in pleasure.

I was always under the impression that he liked blow jobs, but it was not a favorite for him. I would learn during this visit he did enjoy them a lot more than I had thought.

He led me over to he bed and I clambered up on it. He pushed me on my back and fingered my thick bush. I know he loved my hair so I kept it natural for him. I had no opinion whatsoever about my pubic hair. He took advantage to take some photos of my panties and my bush, a fetish of his, with is cock tucked under the lace and a few others, like his cock inside me. He pushed his fingers into me, flipping his thumb against my clit. As he thrust a few times, twisting his wrist, I was already cumming.

”So soon?” He asked, grinning.

I chuckled. Then he was on his knees at the foot of the bed, parting my knees and licking my pussy.

That, to me, is one of the best feelings in the universe. His warm tongue caressing me, dipping inside, stroking, then sucking my clit is one thing guaranteed to drive me wild.

He stood, and pulled me to my feet. “Let’s get some of these clothes off.” He took off my bra, then unclipped the front of my garters while I did the back. Then the panties and garter was slipped off, and I remained in my thigh highs. He leaned over my back and helped me back up on the bed, on my back. He continued to lean over me, running his cock up and down my bush, dipping into my pussy. he laughed as he found my butt plug and I said “It’s expected of me,” with a laugh. He pushed up against it, then finger fucked my pussy. I came so hard I pushed the butt plug out under me. I also squirted pee onto the pad under me. I hadn’t laughed so hard in a long time. Non-chalantly, he pushed the plug back in. He leaned over, sucking the
pee out of my bush and tonguing my clit. Then I was flipped onto my back where he then and pulled the butt plug in and out, effectively fucking my ass with it. Now I love anal. This had me moaning loudly and I sank to my elbows. He pulled it out and I came yet again squirting more.

I reached back with my stocking feet and took his cock between them, rubbing the nylon up and down it as effectively as I could from my backwards position as he continued to play with my clit, sucking on it and making me writhe. One finger, then two and a third he put into me. He mounted me, but it was an awkward position since I was discombobulated a bit. Then he tugged me onto the opposite end of the
bed, stroking himself, and I was back on my back, legs open. He entered me, thrusting hard. I met his thrusts and rhythm and linked my legs around his back. Soon it was his turn to cum, pulling out and ejaculating on my bush. We were both panting, but I stayed in that position as he grabbed the camera and took some photos of the mosaic on my bush.

We were grinning and chuckling. When I got off the bed I was lightheaded for a bit as I staggered over to get a drink. We cleaned up, and I looked at the little wet spots (no huge ones but a couple smaller puddles), then pulled off my thigh highs and threw them at him with a giggle. I tugged on a shirt and went to the dry bed, and lay down next to him. He muttered how shaky his legs were. I don’t think I slept a wink, caught in an adrenaline/dopamine/serotonin high.

Tomorrow I’ll write about Thursday’s shenanigans. That’s when things really get nasty.