Hotel Bar Fun

[ohlacosteman]

I’m at full attention and it’s just hard. Not like stiff and erect, but almost painfully hard. I bend down towards her and just ram my cock into her excited and awaiting pussy. It feels great and its wow, so accepting of my dick. My hips thrust in and out in rhythm that just feels amazing. Different in a way, I notice this difference after thrusting in and out a few times. It’s so soft and warm and slippery. Nothing at all that I recall feeling the sensation of in the past. In the passion of the moment, I just go with the enjoyment that we are both enjoying in the moment. I don’t last long. The climax is intense. The thoughts of the evenings’ social activities were an immense build up. I didn’t just explode. I gave her a proper and thorough shagging. It was intense and fun and exhilarating and a bit mischievous. We went to sleep that night. We connected again multiple times throughout the night. The next day, we had a great time returning home. It was a welcome break from the reality of life. It crossed my mind several times over the hours and days, weeks and then months to ask her about that night. I never did. In a way, it seemed a bit awkward and weird to bring up a discussion or query about that evening. I didn’t want to ruin the moment or bring up something that might be, well, awkward for either of us. I enjoyed the evening. She enjoyed the evening and that’s that. We have never spoke or even reflected together on that night. It was extraordinary in every way.