In Flagrante Toronto

Stepping out of my panties, I climbed up on the bed somewhat uncertainly. With my ass facing him, I was conscious now of how utterly exposed I was. I could feel the sudden coolness of the room as my pussy, puffy and almost alarmingly wet with excitement, lay open to him. I could smell myself in the room now too, and felt momentarily self-conscious. His hands trailed along my hips and I wondered briefly if he was going to just shove himself into me then and there. Instead he did something I wasn't expecting: he pulled my hips towards him, spread my lips with his thumbs and started licking me from behind.

I've had men go down on me before. But not like this. Definitely not like this. My husband, as dependable as he is unadventurous, would never think to shove me facedown into a pillow and thrust his tongue into me like that. I'm not even sure he knew it was a thing people did.

But James knew. I felt his thumbs splaying me, opening me to him, as his tongue pushed into me everywhere at once. My hands alternated between clenching and unclenching the comforter as he licked the length of my slit. I could feel the faint stubble of his cheeks scrape against my inner thigh and found myself subconsciously arching my back and spreading my knees wider as he licked my pussy. It wasn't long before my thighs began to shake with the first far-off rumblings of an orgasm.

Now I definitely needed James to fuck me.

I scooted forward on the bed a bit and looked back at him. I was still looking back at him as he positioned the head of his cock right outside my opening and began pushing into me. He didn't push it all in right away either. Instead he let the head of his dick ever so slightly part and distend my lips until just the head was in. I think he was trying to prolong the sensation, but being the impatient sort I began to wiggle myself back onto him.

We went slowly. At one point I had to reach backwards and put one of my hands against his thigh to give myself a second to adjust, but soon he was all the way inside and I felt what I have only ever been able to describe to myself as being 'full.'

James began to fuck me then. Slowly at first. I could feel his fat head stretching me as he drove his cock into my swollen pussy. At one point I looked back and saw him looking intently at the place where he was disappearing into me. I've always wondered what it must look like to guys. Do they feel like they're making something disappear when they put it in? Or are they making something appear when they pull it out?

James began to speed up, but on his own time. And he never got too fast. Nor was there a lot of grace. Just his hands around my hips and his dick pounding methodically into me from behind, pushing me inexorably towards the headboard.

Somehow I found myself on my stomach, with my legs closed together and James still sawing into me from behind, but now his weight was there and his breath was in my ear and I could feel my own wetness and felt my body pushing up into him as he thrust, willing him deeper.

After a few minutes of this I felt James tense and I knew he was close. He started to pull out and I should have let him but what came out instead was "it's okay don't stop." I felt his dick throb then and I cried out as he grabbed my hips suddenly and buried his cock in me. There was a split second where we were both completely still before the first warm spurt of his cum flooded my pussy, and I instinctively moaned as I felt it fill me. This was followed by a second, thick rope of cum as James murmured "oh fuck" and ground me against the base of his dick.

My own orgasm came seconds later like an avalanche and surprised me with its suddenness. One second I could feel his semen blooming inside me, the next I could feel my pussy clamping down on his dick as my body was convulsed with an orgasm that caused my knees to buckle and my forearms to collapse completely onto the bed.

I know that, clinically-speaking, the orgasm couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds. But whether dilated by alcohol or excitement, it seemed to stretch on for minutes, and I felt, unusually for me, exhausted when it was over. Another kind of full.

After some time our bodies began to slow, and although James was still on top of me he had started to kiss my neck and had propped himself up on his forearms. I felt his penis soften and it began to slip out little by little until it finally lay wet against my thigh.

We laid in bed together then, cooling pleasantly. He had rolled me onto my side and was spooning me. I could feel his heart beating and his breath tickled my neck as cum slowly seeped out of me and onto the bed. Gradually I became aware of the sound of the hotel. The soft chime of the elevator. Muffled footsteps passing by the door. And then we were both asleep. I woke up a few hours later and quietly collected my clothes and made my way back to my room. Which it turned out was literally 4 doors down.

By the time we were both on the convention floor again later that morning something had passed. Probably more for me than James. It wasn't unpleasant. It wasn't even awkward. It just wasn't the same. Which I think in some ways we were both grateful for.

I flew home later that day and never saw James again, although I did hear a few months ago that he had left the company and was living in LA doing something with film. I've toyed ever since with the idea of sending him an email (he was all over the Internet and easy to find), but for right now I'm happy just leaving things as they are.