Sunday. Paula and I have a room booked. She texts me on her way into the hotel.
“Btw I look super messy bc I went out last night and got drunk n ate bad and never really slept and I’m just a mess lmao.”
Paula is meticulous about her appearance. Personally, I like the tousled look, but can appreciate her efforts. I’ve told her more than once that she can relax and be casual with me. I guess she is finally starting to trust that a little.
I meet her in the lobby. Of course she looks great. Dressed in gray. Tight outfit. Knit top, short matching skirt and black go-go boots. Her hair is damp from the shower and pulled into a pony tail. Once again every guy in the lobby is watching her as she passes in slow motion. This time, she is walking to the beat of Robert Palmer. The garter tattoo on her right thigh peeks halfway out of her skirt with each step. Mesmerizing.
We have planned for this session to be shorter than normal. 3 hours instead of 4. She has to pick up her sister at the airport, and I’m not 100% yet. Just as well.
Heading up in the elevator, it’s obvious I can’t talk much. We whisper a bit, but the elevator is noisy and maids are vacuuming in the hall when we get to the floor. We give up on verbal communication and switch to nonverbal. When the door closes I pull the little hotel desk out into the middle of the room and clear it completely. I sit her up there, the blouse comes off. She perches on it in her black bra and that skirt, saying “naughty secretary. I like it 🙂 teach me a lesson.” One bra strap slides down. She gives me a sultry look and hikes that skirt up to reveal no panties, and a perfectly trimmed black triangle.
I’m not sure how my cock gets into her hand. Obviously focused on other areas. It’s like one minute, my pants are zipped and the next she is rubbing the the shaft of my penis on her wet clit while staring me in the eyes. No kissing. No talking. Just eye contact and now this slow motion combo of a hand job and grinding. Another time lapse and I am fucking her on the desk. Yes, I have a desk fetish this week. LOL.
She is laid back on the desk lengthwise. One of her legs is over my shoulder. Her other leg braced on the chair arm. I’m squeezing her breast hard in my hand. Definitely hot.
Out of the blue, we are interrupted. A maid unlocks the door and tries to come in. “Housekeeping!” Mind you, I’ve only checked in an hour before. Fortunately, the latch is closed. Thank you Scarlet for teaching me that habit 🙂
I walk to the door naked. Peek around, and shoo her off. Ok that moment is completely broken.
We move to the bed to begin again, but I have lost my erection. Not going anywhere. Flop.
Obviously I’m not up to par today. On top of which, I had that fantastic session with Stacy the day before yesterday. My mojo is not fully recovered.
However, Paula’s game for a lot of stuff. She says “Come on my tits.” And gives me the sultry look again. We get out the K-Y. Start the hand crank.
I’m kneeling between her thighs. She puts my ring finger in her pussy and my cock is hovering above her clit. Barely touching. I tell her “touch yourself. I want to see you come.” She looks me in the eyes and reaches a finger down. The top of her knuckle is rubbing the bottom of my cock as she slowly rotates her clit. Our eyes are locked. She starts to moan. I start slowly stroking myself. It doesn’t take long for me to let loose. Although, the result is a pitiful load which barely makes it past her belly button. I chuckle, and she laughs too. We have an easy vibe. Giggling, she maintains eye contact and rubs my come all over her stomach. Licks it off her fingers. Really working it. A little porn satire. She is fun.
A few minutes later she cleans up, and puts the bra and skirt back on. Such a great look. We lay in the bed and talk (more like whisper, because my voice is still gone) about different things. She is working on a paper about patient mental health. I share my experience from social work. Likewise, she shares her knowledge with me on health and wellness. She is passionate about it. Sitting up an elbow, she makes a particular point to me about cholesterol and why statins are important. The bra strap slides down. White sheets are bunched up just below her breasts. Subtly sexy. The slightest things turn me on. (Charlotte asleep in the morning light. Stacy’s eyes peering through tousled hair. On and on).
Paula, in this moment is intent on convincing me cholesterol medication is important. I am slowly getting hard.
Admittedly, I need the education. I’m stubborn about taking meds, and somehow she is just waaaay more convincing than my regular doctor. I am listening, but also becoming distracted.
“I totally want to fuck you right now.” I say mid conversation.
She stops. Sly grin. “Ok.”
Alas I am still not performing. Can’t get past the half erection.
“Come in my mouth” she says with the smallest grin.
“Ok.” I give her instructions, and she follows them to the letter. Long slow, teasing BJ. Hard as a rock in no time. Incredible.
After that I am spent. She lays across my legs with a Cheshire grin.
This was a much different session, but still hot. It’s cool how we can roll with it. We take a minute to recap. She likes the desk and me taking charge. I like taking control, but am still afraid of it. I have to find the edge, plus trust her responses. She points out there is role play ‘no, please stop’ and RL ‘NO’ or ‘STOP’.
“You are so gentle with it. Your firmness is good, but you can go a lot farther with me. Totally makes me hot. Trust me to tell you no. I won’t let it go too far.”
Trust. Easy to say, not always so easy to do
We are ticking up on three hours by this time. Both agree it was a fun and mutually educational session. We get dressed, and make our plans for next week.