Sharing her writing with a stranger turns into a hot hotel encounter [F20-30s, M40ish] [instant chemistry] [gentle Mdom] [multiple orgasms] [cum play] [creampie]

Alessia

Since finishing my graduate thesis, I’ve been pretty burnt out on writing. Still, ideas for erotica keep slithering into my brain, and I don’t want to let them go. This combo of inspiration and fatigue is really getting old. 

After a long, hot shower, I dry my hair and slip into a casual little black dress. It hits a little above my knee, and hugs my breasts, so while it feels tame enough to wear out in public, it makes me feel like I’m on display just a little. For a little extra spice, I don’t wear anything underneath it.

With my laptop in tow, I catch an Uber to my favorite coffee shop on the strip. You can’t beat the people-watching there. A Wednesday evening shouldn’t be too bad,  I think. Sure enough, my favorite spot is open. Tucked away in a corner with a nice view of both the rest of the coffee shop and the window, I settle in and open my laptop.

——

Robert 

These teaching conventions aren’t the most interesting, but I love the energy of Las Vegas. The air is different, full of possibilities.

Today felt especially long, and when I’m free from my last meeting of the day, I immediately head out for a walk. The desert heat hits me hard, but the warmth feels good after being in the AC all day. I can already feel the tension in my shoulders start to relax. 

I pass by bachelor and bachelorette parties and drunk tourists, families on vacation and all sorts of people seeking their own flavor of revelry. 

When I catch a glimpse of a gorgeous woman through the window of a coffee shop, it stops me in my tracks. She’s curled up in a big, upholstered chair, typing furiously on her laptop. Her loose curls are swept back and clipped up, with a few escaped tendrils framing her face. Her glasses reflect the glow of the laptop, which also illuminates her enormous breasts. God, what I’d do to see that dress on the floor of my hotel room…

I’m not one to approach women like this, but god damn. I have to talk to her.

I head inside and order a black coffee, then take a seat just a foot or so away from her. She doesn’t notice me, she’s totally focused. My eyes are naturally drawn to hers, which I now see are green. Inevitably, my gaze shifts downward to the hem of her dress where it sits on her thighs.

When I finally find the will to stop imagining those thighs wrapped around my head, I realize I can see bits of what she’s writing reflected in her glasses. I swear I see the word “pussy”, but surely I’m just seeing what I want to see… I keep stealing glances, trying to read what she’s writing but also trying not to get caught. After a few minutes, I’m sure of it: she’s writing something very dirty. I notice the intensifying redness in her cheeks, how it spreads across her chest. She keeps biting her bottom lip and shifting around in her seat. She’s turned on.

——

Alessia

I start writing little fragments of stories here and there, the naughtiest ideas I’ve been holding onto in my mind. Eventually I come up with a story that excites me, and it’s like the spell is broken. My writing fatigue has vanished and I’m lost in this story. My surroundings fade away and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each sentence. I’m in a daze.

Suddenly my little dress feels like too much fabric, and my breathing quickens. I need to calm down.

I look out into the coffee shop, trying to distract myself for long enough that I stop feeling the urge to finger myself right then and there. Scanning the crowded cafe, I see the usual cast of characters, nothing too exciting. That is, until I notice the man in the chair right next to mine.

He looks a little older, and he’s extremely attractive. And his eyes are glued to my chest. He notices me noticing him, but he’s not embarrassed. He just looks into my eyes and smiles like he knows precisely how wet I am. Fuck, I guess it’s more obvious than I thought.

*Evening!* he says with a smirk in his voice, *writing anything exciting?*

I stumble over my words, delirious with arousal. *I uh…nothing too exciting, just some…creative writing.*

He smirks. It’s like he sees right through me.

*Interesting,* he replies. The air between us feels charged, but I can’t tell if it’s all in my head. He leans in and asks what the topic is, his voice low like he’s telling a secret. I want to climb onto his lap and show him exactly what I’m writing about.

Before I can make up a fake topic, his fingers touch my knee. *I love those glasses,* he tells me. *They frame those gorgeous eyes so well and they’re…very reflective,* he muses. What the fuck does that mean?

The realization hits me, and I can feel my face getting even hotter. He knows exactly what I’m writing about. It takes a moment to gather my thoughts but when I finally do, I hand him my laptop with a smirk. 

*Would you like to read it yourself?* 

His eyes light up and he settles into his chair, devoting his full attention to my naughty little tale. He looks up at me periodically, as if to acknowledge a particularly filthy bit. Watching him has my whole body tingling.

When he finishes reading, the look he gives me could set me on fire. He silently hands me back my laptop, clenching his jaw.

*That was…*he trails off. I notice his cheeks are turning red.

*So…you liked it?* I ask. I want to hear him say it.

*I loved it.* He puts a hand on my knee, and slides it ever so gently up to my thigh. *Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?*

I smile. *I do, and I’m enjoying it.* 

*Well, if you’re interested in more…explicit feedback,* he chooses his words carefully. *I have a hotel room across the street where we can speak privately.* 

I let him sweat for a moment before responding. 

*That sounds lovely,* I smile.

——

Robert

Her chest bounces with every step, and every smirk she throws my way makes me want to fuck her right here in the elevator. Frustratingly, it’s crowded, and she’s standing right in front of me, like she can feel my frustration.

I pull her into me, letting her feel how hard I am, and I whisper in her ear, *How can someone I just met drive me this fucking wild?*

She doesn’t react, just arches her back a little, pushing her ass into me. She takes my hand and places them on her hips.

When the elevator door opens to my floor, I guide her through the hall, both of us silent but buzzing with desire. Inside, she drops her bag on the floor and plops onto the bed, kicking off her sandals. She sits cross-legged at the edge of my bed, looking at me like she wants to devour me. 

*Explicit feedback, huh?* She smirks.

I stand over her, smiling, not trying to hide the fact that I’m looking right down her dress. *Well, I am an English professor,* I tell her, *so I am qualified, and I do have some thoughts.* 

Her back straightens, like an authority figure is suddenly present. *Well, I’d love to hear them, professor*. 

I settle into the armchair by the window overlooking the strip and motion for her to sit on my lap. 

——

Alessia

My whole body is on fire as I climb onto his lap. He strokes my thigh absentmindedly with his thumb as he asks about my inspiration. I’m acutely aware of his erection pressed against my ass, just a few layers of fabric separating us.

*The way you write about touching yourself is so visceral. I feel like I’m right there watching you.*

I nod, and he runs a finger over the low neckline of my dress. He can clearly see my chest rising and falling quickly, and hear the way my breath hitches when he finds a particularly sensitive spot. I’m falling apart in his arms.

*Are you nervous?* 

I smile. *Are you?*

He slides the straps of my dress off my shoulder. *I need to hear you say it. Do you want me to keep going?*

*Yes.* It comes out like a desperate moan.

*That’s my girl.* 

He stands, picking me up with him, and places me in the chair. Looking down at me, he starts to undo his shirt and asks me to take off my panties.

*I’m…not wearing any.*

He throws his head back and groans. *Of course you aren’t.*

His eyes are trained on me as he undoes his belt and drops his pants. Without a word, he kneels in front of me. He slowly pushes the skirt of my dress up, exposing me, then spreads my knees. 

—-

Robert

She is *dripping* wet. She looks at me with desperation, spread open for me with her dress pushed up, straps hanging off her shoulders. Her cheeks are red and her breathing is fast and shallow. She’s like a wet dream come to life. I reach up and pull down the top of her dress, exposing her tits, and she lets out a little gasp. I take a moment to sear the image in my brain.

*You’re killing me*, she breathes. I smile, and get up to grab her laptop. 

*Unlock it please,* I tell her, kneeling at her feet again.

She obeys, and her story fills the screen. I scan until I find the sentence I’m looking for. 

*“I fondle my tits, teasing my nipples,”* I read. Her eyes are wide.

*Show me,* I tell her. It takes a moment to sink in, but she does it, putting on a show for me.

*I know how badly you want to be touched,* I tell her, *but I want to watch you first.* 

She takes a deep breath and nods.

*Now, show me what you do when no one’s watching. “I spread myself open and rub my clit…”*

I kiss her legs as I push them apart. *Show me.*

She closes her eyes and reaches between her legs. Just inches from my face, she starts to rub her clit. Her hips react, and the tendons in her legs quiver. When the first whimper escapes her lips, my cock throbs. 

*Eyes on me,* I tell her. When she opens them, I’m stroking myself as I watch her. 

*I want to watch you touch yourself until you cum for me*, I tell her. I stand over her now, one hand holding her face and the other stroking myself. *Let me hear you moan.*

Her eyes are focused on my hand as it glides over my cock. She fingers herself like I’m not there, messy and needy. When she cums, she lets out a breathy moan that almost sends me over the edge. Before she can catch her breath, I scoop her up and toss her on the bed. I crawl between her legs and slide my tongue over her still-pulsing clit.

——

Alessia

I’m seeing stars as his tongue explores me, and before long I’m cumming again, with my hands in his hair, grinding on his face. Any lingering nervousness has vanished, leaving unrelenting need in its place. 

I pull off my dress and toss it aside. *I want to ride you now, professor,* I tell him between breaths. He lays down and pulls me on top of him. I’m aching to feel him inside me, but I want to savor it. 

I reach between my legs and stroke him a few times, watching him react beneath me, before finally lowering myself onto him. It’s a tight fit, and I moan as he pushes deeper and deeper. He groans, and the walls of my pussy pulse against him. His strong hands grip my hips tight, guiding me up and down. It feels incredible, the friction between us creating pleasure like I’ve never felt before. I close my eyes and play with my tits as we grind into each other, getting closer and closer to yet another orgasm.

Suddenly, he flips us over, still inside me. He takes my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand. With the other, he reaches between us and fingers me. *Let me feel you cum on my dick,* he growls. His thrusts pick up speed, plunging into me so deeply it feels like he might split me in two. I moan into his ear.

*That’s it, you’re taking it so well, baby.*

His words send me over the edge, screaming and panting. He slows down but doesn’t stop. I feel the walls of my pussy convulse against him. It feels like my whole body is throbbing with pleasure.

*Where do you want me to cum?* He asks frantically.

I play with my tits and smile.

He pulls out and kneels over me, stroking himself slowly at first. *Touch yourself for me.*

I happily do as I’m told, teasing my nipples and sliding a finger inside myself as I stare up at him. I let loose, frantically fingering myself as he strokes faster and faster. His grunts and moans drive me wild, and before long I’m cummimg again, whimpering and watching him as his knees keep me pinned in place. With his eyes locked on mine, he explodes with a grunt and throws his head back. He coats my tits, leaving drops across my tummy and neck too. 

He keeps me pinned there, admiring the sight of me like this. He smiles, *You can just go and go, can’t you?* He muses.

I nod. *It's hard to stop sometimes.*

Still catching his breath, he reaches over and grabs his phone. *How about one more for me to remember you by?* 

My heart pounds as I consider it, but the thought of him jerking off to a video of me later is too arousing to turn down.

——

Robert

She looks impossibly hot, naked and flushed and covered in my cum, pinned between my legs. When I hit record, she gives the camera a naughty smirk that makes my dick throb. Her hands are wandering around her body, spreading me all over her.

*Mmmm, play with those beautiful tits,* I direct.

She does as she’s told, squeezing and caressing them. *Yes, sir.* I groan at her use of the honorific.

*Good girl. What do you want to do next?*

She grins and slides her fingers through my cum and starts to move her hand between her legs.

*Use your words.*

She lets out a little whimper as her fingers find her clit again. *I want you to watch me touch myself, professor.*

I reach one hand down and play with her tits, eliciting a moan in response. I pinch her hardened nipples, and she throws her head back, moving her fingers faster against her clit.

*How does that feel?*

She responds with a whimper, grinding hard against her hand. She’s writhing around, coated in my cum and moaning with every touch. Getting closer and closer to another orgasm. 

*Are you close?*

*Unh huh!* She moans.

I push her hand out of the way and plunge into her, thrusting hard and fast. She cums in seconds, screaming and grabbing me and the sheets. Her body shudders and her toes curl.

*Oh my goddddd, yesssssssssss!* She wails as I unload inside her this time. I keep recording for a few seconds as she comes down, whimpering and muttering about how good that felt. The video ends with me caressing her cheek and her flashing a devilish grin. 

——

Alessia

*That was so good,* I repeat breathlessly for the fifth time. My pussy is still throbbing, with little aftershocks of my orgasm running through my body. 

He takes my hand and we go get cleaned up in the bathroom. He turns on the shower, and once it’s warmed up he offers me his hand. 

*I’m Robert, by the way. Shall we?* 

*It’s fucking wonderful to meet you, Robert,* I giggle, *I’m Alessia.* 

We step under the water and he pulls me in for a deep, passionate kiss. 

*Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Alessia,* he growls.

I don’t know how long our bodies can keep going like this, but I never want to stop.