Embrace the Dark

I act on impulse.

It is a trait I am known for. Call it a blessing, call it a curse, but for me, it has led to experiences both fantastic and catastrophic. The age-old adage of look before you leap should sometimes be observed, but following your urges can also reap reward. I act on my impulses in many ways, but not always for my own enjoyment. I am a pleaser after all! If I sense an impromptu meeting will bring enjoyment to us both, well nothing will hold me back.

Though this was not necessarily and impulsive meet, the beginnings of it were, and not on my behalf. We had been messaging and suddenly she had made plans. The location was perfect, the timing impeccable and the company would be breathtaking! Our meeting would take place alongside a popular event that she had longed to explore, and to know she would see me made it all the more promising of an amazing weekend!

I met her at the hotel after work, early due to my eagerness. She greeted me in sexy black crotchless and peekaboo lingerie and sat next to me on the couch. We chatted and relaxed, discussed dinner, her plans for the weekend and embarrassingly, my tour guide mode went into overdrive. She allowed me to use her beautiful body to draw imaginary maps of the area, delighting us both with my fingers lightly tracing pathways to secluded places and majestic mountains. She enjoyed watching me meticulously map out the area, probably not paying much attention to the map being made, more to the wandering fingers and the places they went. We chatted about all things, both important and consequential. Just having someone to talk to and listen to can have a cathartic result, and we were close enough that not much was off limits.

She then beckoned me into the bedroom with her lingerie falling to the floor piece by piece as she led me to the bed. We kissed, long deep and passionately as she found me and began to stroke and caress. I was already hard from watching her walk to the bed, so she was slowly teasing and making sure I didn’t cum to quickly. I ran my fingers down between her legs to be met with her dripping wet pussy. She involuntarily opened her legs allowing me to tease her clit and thrust a finger or two inside her. Her moans of joy and rhythmic thrusting of her pelvis encouraged me to go further and deeper. This proved enough for her to cum and to want me inside her. I got to my knees and thrust myself as deep as I could inside her and her eyes opened wide and a gasp of delight resonated through the room, and probably half of the hotel.

She loved the thrusting sensation, feeling my cock sliding almost completely out and then surging back in again until thighs collided together, and my cock reared up inside her. She would throw her head back every time, grab hold of me and hold me deep inside her, the feeling of being filled too much for her as she came again. You would think this would satisfy her but she looks at me with wild lust filled eyes and rolls me over so she can climb on top and tease me at her entrance then engulf me entirely. This time, I swear the whole hotel knew she was enjoying herself. And I can hand on heart say it is the peak of compliments when in between gasps of delight, she tells me my cock is a perfect fit, and she has never enjoyed riding a guy as much as she did me. These are quotes I would gladly shout from the rooftops, but she was doing it for me. At one stage, as she was grinding back and forward, holding on to the bed headboard for dear life, she froze, noticed a strikingly bright white shaft of light seemingly emanating from my face and projecting into the sky. She found this quite comical but was not distracted too long from her task at hand. I could feel her cum poring out of her and I was also reaching climax. She made moves to catch my load and swallow it but as she climbed off me, I exploded all over her fabulous thighs and stomach. I must work on my timing, a task I will happily practice.

We lay together, enjoying each other’s post-sex warmth and body contact. She enjoyed me caressing her and massaging her all over and laid there lapping it up with unbridled enjoyment. As we became hungry, I wantonly tossed on the bare minimum of clothing to pass as respectable and met the Uber driver at reception. He and the reception staff looked me up and down and said nothing. There was nothing to say, we all knew why I looked so ragged.

As we were eating dinner, she noticed the present I had bought her, and with curiosity, she looked closer. Now as a man, I am not capable of doing two things at once, and I knew her enjoyment of having her nipples squeezed while I licked and sucked her clit, so I had bought a pair of nipple clamps. She was intrigued, hesitant a little but keen to try them. We played with the adjustment, and she ended up winding the adjustment screws right out and then off. Okay, well she likes them!

I found myself between her delicious thighs, confronted with her amazing pussy and sweet little clit that grew larger with my attention. I was concerned my new facial hair may be too rough but glancing up, I see her, head arched back, jostling the nipple clamps and tugging them while squeezing my head into her pussy with her legs and feet, I figured she was happy. I growled deeply so my vocals vibrated through her pelvis, and she squirmed and rocked as she came again.

She had bought me a present as well, two large bottles of wonderful smelling massage oil. I thought two may be a bit excessive but let’s just say none was spared. She instructed me to lay on my stomach as she drizzled the oil all over my back and then her torso, tits, back and gorgeous arse. She wanted to be covered neck to toe so she could slip and slide all over me. I could feel her body sliding and the warmth building between us was delightful. After a beautiful and relaxing massage, I felt her hands slide between my legs and grab my growing shaft to caress him back into life. She expertly flipped me over and straddled me again. With the amount of oil used, it was inevitable where he would end up but the look on her face as I slid in was one of ecstasy and delight, a truly amazing sight to behold knowing I was the cause of that. A feeling I will remember for a long time.

The bed was protesting by this time, and I figured as it was getting late, most of the other guests may begin to soon as well, but she didn’t care, she was in the moment and that’s all that mattered.

After we came, she began coming up with delicious fantasies that we could dream of enacting one day, and regaled me of some of her younger years, all very tantalizing, but the day had taken its toll and we both fell asleep. Through the night we were in constant contact, spooning, touching, cuddling, even just one finger or a toe stretched out to know the other was there. After such a hiatus of sleeping alone, this was as enjoyable for me as the night’s fun. I miss the intimacy, being together, the touch, it is what I long for and I slipped into sleep with a contented smile on my face.

I woke earlier than her, became the big spoon as gently as I could and just enjoyed the contact. I wanted her to sleep as she needed it, but I also wanted her to wake and realise I was there with her. I noticed with slight amusement and curiosity as I noticed an oily impression of her arse and back on the bedroom wall and tried to remember how it got there. She eventually turned and smiled at me with a look that could break the stoniest of hearts. We cuddled and chatted, just enjoying the company, no rush to be anywhere, nothing to interrupt us. It was truly an enjoyable morning! I eventually had to leave for work, and she wanted to explore the area before the evening when she also had to work. But before I left, I took the spare key to her room, just in case my impulsiveness urged me to return.

Lo and behold, the next morning I find myself ordering croissants and hot chocolates from the local bakery and waking her with toasted pastries, warm drinks and sensual snuggles, her grin indicating she didn’t mind the interruption one little bit. And I certainly didn’t mind retrieving the crumbs from her amazing cleavage with my tongue either. We played again, more oil, more ecstatic thrusting of bodies and squealing of bedsprings, then more cuddles, touching, caressing and connection. Could it get any better? Well, as I said, I am impulsive.

We said our goodbyes, thinking this may be our final time together, but that night I messaged asking if she was tired. She was but was up for adventure! So, we drove the city, took photos of the scenery and the lights, cuddled and kissed, drew some more maps and found ourselves in her bed again. I left at 3am and figured this was it. It had been great fun, a nice distraction from our daily lives, and though we both knew this wouldn’t be regular, not even remotely, we had enjoyed the moment(s) and went our separate ways.

I act on impulse…

“Would you like a friendly local to take you to the airport?” I found myself writing. Is she going to think I’m going overboard? Is she sick of me? Should I just leave her alone?

“I wouldn’t complain ”. Oh wow, my impulsive action has worked! In all honesty, I was a bit humbled that after nearly 4 days of seeing me, she was still keen to catch up. And as she was early for her flight, we parked and chatted again, and it was an amazing end to a fantastic few days with a truly incredible person. What the future holds we don’t know, but that’s the excitement of being impulsive…