The [F]irst of [M]any. | 2016

The buildup was like a hype train. The biggest movie, event, video game, sporting event that you've heard about for months, maybe years. This was going to be the thing that surpassed all things. It would change the future, forever. It would reshape the landscape of it's particular scenery for all to see, all would stand up and take notice, and that there would be a newly crowned owner of this land. But so many times the hype train fails to really reach the station. Sometimes it's derailed, sometimes the wheels come off before it finishes its journey. And then sometimes, on a rare occasion, it pulls into the station just as it was foretold. But too many times, the fanfare has died down, the media and general public has lost interest, and they've moved on to a new train. Even when that happens, however, not everyone leaves the station. There are those who stand and wait, with bated breath. Hoping for what they cannot know, and wishing for what others have said will never come to be.

There was the smallest glimmer of doubt in my mind. Even after a long drive, I still had my doubts. Even after meeting her, briefly, awhile back. Even after talking to her, and knowing she would be there. Even after seeing her car parked in front of the room. Even after watching her scurry to the room, not knowing what she had planned. My mind tried to race, to overthink, to guess, to make assumptions, to establish expectations. My heart raced, yet I felt calm, peaceful.....comfortable.

And then I stepped out of my car, and nearly sprinted to the room. She was taking off one brown boot, struggling, actually. Somehow I hadn't allowed my mind to take hold of those thoughts, I simply acted. I pinned her against the wall and kissed her, firmly, but gently. My hands on her neck and back. Our hearts raced, I could feel hers, and heard her breathing as it quickened. There's an intangible level of physical touch where it turns from romantic, to intimate. Just before we crossed that threshold we had a slight....interruption by a hotel employee. It was brief, but we both chuckled afterwards. And like putting an action sequence on pause, we were immediately back where we started. We soon relieved each other of our shirts, finished taking off footwear. We embraced again, but could feel the inevitable pull of intimacy that we were not allowing to come out. We removed the remainder, and she quickly jumped onto the bed. I laid on top of her, kissing, embracing, feeling her skin on mine. It was a blur of motions and touching, but one that established so much intangible feelings and emotions. There was a level of acceptance, openness and comfort we both felt. It was almost awkward how natural it was.

I had never, not, had a plan for sex, to some degree. But I was already out of thoughts of what I wanted to do. I just began doing as I felt, and instantly wanted. It was like driving someone else's car, walking in someone's pair of shoes, or wearing their outfit out to their dinner date. But perhaps this was more like a new car, than someone else's car. Maybe this was my ride, and I got to choose where to go. So I began kissing down her body, sinfully not spending enough time on her wonderful breasts. I continued down her body, till I made it to her sweet pussy. I could talk about how much I enjoyed it, but I didn't spend much time away from her lips. I flipped her over, and rimmed her a bit, which was my first time ever. She has an amazing ass. Firm, soft, supple, and pleasant in my hands, on my lips, or as my tongue ran over it.

Soon she rolled back over, she wanted me close to her lips, to look at my face. I couldn't blame her, her eyes were mesmerizing. I was happy to oblige, and as I did my cock began rubbing on her clit, it was a short and brief tease before I began entering her body. She was wet, I was hard, we were both ready, but we went slow. I slide into her tight, wet, waiting pussy. We both changed our breathing, deepening, making our bodies feel everything. As the rhythm got stronger, we heard a knock at the door. Another employee, perhaps? Maybe, but she said something, neutral in words, but far more informative in tone, that sent them fleeing. We chuckled again, and I pressed into her deeply. I flipped the switch. Nothing else mattered or existed. We were in harmony, some type of synergy that brought us close together in more than a physical way. I kept going, harder, faster, hotter. I could feel my body surging, readying for release, she could feel it, see it too, perhaps, and asked me to stop, to wait for her. I was far closer than I felt, but somehow, I managed to edge. We cuddled and began again, slowly, this time progressing all the way through till the end, like a roller coaster, no stopping, only moving, until the drop off. As she came, it felt euphoric, my body almost on automatic as I watched her expressions, and her passions. And my own orgasm surged. I came so hard, and for so long. I could hear her feel my cum fill her, and I could feel how much she loved it. We embraced, the pleasure washed over me, again and again. I didn't just feel physically accepted, everything felt accepted. Myself, as a person, as a lover, every one of my hobbies and likes, every little physical attribute, nuances, good and bad, were laid before her, given to her, and she accepted them all. She embraced me back, and we laid there for, so long. We cuddled, she kissed, we caressed. And we did it again, and again, and again. This was only the start of an incredible night of passion that may set the hype train on an entirely different track in the future.

-Beard