It was so ridiculous. Why couldn’t two people meet like this? If she had sex with me like that, it probably wasn’t just a fling. I should’ve just invited myself into her room. Or was that too forward?
After standing in the elevator for several minutes trying to make up my mind, I decided just to go back to her room and knock on the door. Worst case scenario, she’d send me on my way, and I’d know for sure what she wanted.
Walking from the elevator, I got a little antsy. Suddenly, I was very excited to see Carina again. It was so silly. I had just seen her. Why was I so excited? I guess maybe I did have some feelings for her. I had to stay calm though. I wouldn’t want her to think I was a creep.
When I got to her door, I nearly turned right around and went back to the elevator. But I stopped myself, took a deep breath and knocked.
After several seconds, I thought I would leave, but then I heard Carina on the other side of the door. She opened it a crack and I could see that she was wet and in a towel. The sight proved that my decision was the right one.
“Did you forget something?” she asked, her eyes wide and a slight blush on her cheeks.
The towel was short. It barely contained her ample cleavage and ass. She was a vision and she was making me hard.
“I forgot that I need to take a shower too,” I smiled coyly. “I’d rather take it sooner than later. Can you help me out?”
She laughed despite herself, closed the door, unlocked it and opened it.
“You’re right,” she kidded with a big smile. “I can’t let you go out like that. Come inside.”
“I plan to,” I joked, stepping into the room and immediately reaching up to take off my tie.
I quickly stripped down, dumped my clothing in a chair, and chased her curvy ass into the white-tiled bathroom.
For a hotel room the bathroom was impressive. It had a spacious shower with plenty of room for two and a glass door facing the counter.
I stepped inside the steamy room, grabbed at Carina’s towel and pulled it out of her hands. She gasped slightly, but it was fake. The way she stood before me, with everything on display, it was clear what she wanted. I planned to give it to her.
Stepping forward, I cupped her chin in my hands, guided her head up, and pressed my lips to hers. I kissed her hard and demanding, pushing my tongue into her mouth, and moving it in slow circles.
She pressed her nude body against mine. Her breasts pressing into the top of my abs and letting me know how hard her nipples were. They scrapped slightly against my skin.
With our lips still pressed together, I shifted up back and into the spray of the hot water. Soon we were both warm and wet.
Carina soaped up her hands and then started soaping up my chest.
“You’re such a dirty boy,” she said impishly.
I kissed her. Our naked, wet bodies were intertwined. My hands roamed around her, touching her smooth, wet skin. There was something about a girl with wet hair that was just extra sexy.
“You’re a dirty girl,” I noted. “Let me soap you up.”
I soaped up my hands and then her breasts. I reached down between her legs and began to play with her pussy.
She soaped up my cock and I couldn’t wait to put it in her. Sliding down to her knees, she took me into her mouth and started sucking.
“Mmm, so big,” she gagged.
As the water rained down from the shower, Carina used her tongue to clean my cock. It danced up and down my shaft and she gentled suckled each of my balls one at a time. It felt amazing. For someone that hadn’t had sex in a while, she certainly seemed like she knew what she was doing.
After several minutes of her teasing me, I couldn’t take anymore. I grabbed the condom I had placed on the counter just within reach of the shower, slid it on my cock, bent her over at the waist and slid into her sweet, hot pussy. Carina was tight and gripped my hard cock with her pussy walls.
Moving her to the glass wall, I slid in from behind and started fucking her. She moaned in pleasure and I just couldn’t stop. It was a wild, intense sexual experience that both of us were pulled into. It was like our attraction made us irresistible to each other.
Even in the wet shower, I could feel her hot juices on my shaft. She shook with joy and pleasure as I stretched out her pussy and rammed her again and again against the shower.