The Layover

On Monday, February 7th, I got an unexpected email. It was from a guy I had chatted with online a couple of months ago. His email said that he was in town for an overnight layover and that he was at the Embassy Suites Hotel at Logan Airport and he would be leaving early in the morning. John acknowledged that it was short notice, but gave his cell phone number and asked if I wanted to hook up. Though the email had come earlier in the day, it was around two thirty in the afternoon when I saw it. I thought about it for a good half hour before deciding what to do. I called my sitter to see if she could watch my son overnight, telling her I would be stuck at work until late because of a situation that developed. She agreed to take my son, so I had that covered. Next I told my boss I was having bad cramps and I was allowed to leave a little early from work. Before leaving, I went to the ladies room and removed all of my clothing and put my overcoat on and buttoned it all the way, stuffing my clothes into my bag. I wanted to be as close to naked as possible when I arrived at the hotel. Nobody seemed to notice as I left that my legs were bare, yet I was wearing slacks when I arrived. Even if someone said something, my excuse could explain why. I arrived at the Logan Embassy Suites just before five and left everything in my car except for my coat, high heels, and car keys and called the cell number John gave me from the courtesy phone in the lobby. He answered right away and seemed surprised when he found out it was me. I guess because I had to turn him down when he was here around Christmas. I was out of town during the holidays, so I couldn't meet him then. I asked John what room he was in. He told me 312 and said he would see me soon. I didn't tell him I was already at the hotel. I wanted him to be surprised. I took an elevator to the third floor and looked for his room. I was nervous like a school girl on prom night. Except for a few emails and photos that we had exchanged, we had never met, yet here I was almost naked to meet a stranger for sex. I was already aroused as I raised my hand to knock on 312. John opened the door and smiled. He was only wearing some sweatpants with no shirt and had a body that would make most men envious. "Your photos didn't do you justice." I said as I ran my hand over his chest. His skin was the color of dark chocolate and he was built like an athlete. I placed my other hand on his chest and he pulled me closer for a kiss. "How long do you have?" John asked. "I'm here for the night." I replied. I noticed a wedding ring on his left hand, but I didn't say anything. I didn't care that he was married, I was here to have sex and I wasn't going to leave without it. "Why don't we get you out of that coat?" He said as he began to unfasten the buttons, from the bottom up. You should have seen the look on his face as he undid the last button and slid the jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me standing there at the door in nothing but my high heels. "Can I come in now? I asked. We stepped inside and closed the door. I think you're a little overdressed." I told him, as I slipped off my shoes. I kneeled in front of him and pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles putting me face to face with his penis. I suspected he wasn't wearing briefs and now I was sure. John had a thick, uncircumcised cock that looked fairly long in its limp state. I gave it a gentle lick. It twitched. I licked it again then took the tip into my mouth. I didn't care if he was ready or not. I wanted to see just how big his cock was, so I began one hell of a blowjob. After a couple of minutes, John pulled me to my feet and we kissed. Then he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me upside down, putting my face back at his cock and my pussy in his face where he began licking me. I now knew that all his muscles were for much more than show. I deep throated as much of his cock as I could fit, getting nearly all of it down my throat. John used his whiskers on my labia and suckled my big clit, driving me wild. He had a nice big cock and I couldn't wait to ride him. After a few more minutes of sixty-nine, John laid me on the bed and climbed on top of me. He pinched and nibbled on my nipples as he worked his way up my body, stopping when the tip of his cock touched my labia. He paused there. "Stick it in, please." I begged. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it up and down my labia, ever so slightly between them. He got a big grin on his face and pushed inside me as far as he could. It felt heavenly and I had my first orgasm. John still had an inch or two of his shaft left out in the cold when he was bottomed out in my pussy. I told him to keep pushing. "Let's see if we can get it all in." I said. With allot of grimacing on my part, John managed to bury his entire cock in my cunt before beginning a nice rhythm to fuck me. He gave me multiple orgasms for the next half hour, literally fucking my brains out, until he brought himself to an orgasm and unloaded his seed inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his cock going soft in my pussy, and we kissed and cuddled for a while. I talked John into ordering a snack and refreshments from room service so we could keep our strength up. "Once we have eaten, I'll be ready for more sex." I told John. He wanted me to cover up before room service arrived, but I didn't see any need. "Don't worry about it." I said. "I've done this dozens of times and they don't even ask for a tip." John slipped his sweats back on just as there was a knock at the door. I opened it butt naked and took the tray from the guy and let John sign for it. He slapped and squeezed my ass as we passed each other in the doorway. A nice touch, I thought, letting the waiter know exactly what was going on. John closed the door after signing the ticket, and the guy never spoke a word, just stood there staring with his mouth open. "Wow that was sexy." John said. Before he could sit back down, I yanked his sweats off him again and grabbed hold of his cock. "I hope youre almost ready for more." I teased and pecked him on the mouth. We ate our snack and rehydrated ourselves. "Do you have a couple of ties with you?" I asked while examining the headboard on the bed. "I have several." John answered. "Why?" "If you have enough, I want you to tie me up and fuck me again." I told him with an evil grin. Boy did his eyes light up. John pulled a couple ties from his suitcase and placed the first one on me as a blindfold. Then he pushed me face down onto the bed and tied my arms and legs spread eagle. "You can do anything you want to me and I love being spanked." I told him. John landed a light slap on my ass. "I hope you can do better than that. Harder." I said. He spanked me again, this time much harder. My ass began to warm from the sting. "Again please." I told him. John struck my other cheek, causing it to begin warming. I started to purr. He spanked me a couple more times and then position his cock against my pussy. John smacked my ass really hard a couple times as he pushed his cock inside, giving me a great orgasm. He proceeded to fuck my pussy for the next half hour, occasionally slapping my ass and thighs, and giving me several orgasms. Then, out of nowhere, John started teasing my asshole with his thumb, rubbing little circles against my sphincter before pushing it into my asshole. He was still fucking my pussy, and having both holes penetrated made me cum loudly. I love anal sex, but John had no way of knowing, but apparently figured it out on his own. After my body stopped quivering, John pulled out of me and placed his tip against my rectum and teased me with it. "Do it." I said. "Fuck my ass." After a couple of minutes of additional teasing, he obliged my request and pushed into my ass in one steady stroke. It felt like he was splitting me in half. He was so big and it felt so good. He fucked my asshole for what seemed like an eternity. I…