After an uneventful flight into Boston, I catch a cab and head downtown to check into my hotel. Grabbing my credit card and keycard from the front desk I turn to head for the elevator banks. Throwing my bag over my shoulder and turning, I run directly into a body.  With a big manly chest. And whoever it’s attached to smells amazing. 

“Oops, I’m sorry sir.” Wait... 

Looking up I see Nash Stephens.  Nash is from the same western burb of Chicago as me. And he’s here in Boston too. Ok, small world.  

“Nash, oh my gosh, what are you doing here?” I kind of can’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t have imagined running into someone from home here in Boston. I’m also now a little nervous because what he doesn’t know is I’ve long had a crush on him. We don’t necessarily run in the same circle but we bump into each other at events or bars around town.  And he’s always been with someone. I know all the single ladies have a crush on this guy like I do and gossip is he’s single again. Either way it’s hard to not notice this man is hot AF. I’m perpetually single (by choice) these days, but certainly not dead.  Actually he’s hot and adorable all at the same time.  I also get a super naughty vibe from him. Like he’s hiding a little secret. One I’d love to investigate further.

“Shae, wow, I’m here for a conference for work.  I got in earlier today. What are you here for?”

“Same.  Here for work.  I hate traveling for work anymore but I’m trying to be positive and enjoy the time away. Some new scenery might do me good.  And I do love Boston,” I rattle off.

Just behind where we stand is a small, dimly lit hotel bar and a short hallway to the elevator bank.  

Looking over his shoulder Nash turns back and says to me, “I was just heading to the bar to grab a drink.  Was going to sit out on the back deck and get some fresh air. Do you want to join me after you get settled?”

“Yea, sure, why not!  I’ll meet you out there in a bit?”

“Ok, see you out there,” Nash says.

My room is on the fourth floor of a super cute boutique hotel in downtown Boston. Room 404. It has a large wooden door, and as you walk in, there’s a gas fireplace on the wall to my right and the wall behind the bed has exposed red brick.  It looks cozy and I can do cozy.  Except I am here for business, not pleasure.  Hopefully, though, I can find some time to enjoy this place and maybe even walk around the area.  I really do need some downtime.  Work has been so stressful.

I hang a few things up in the closet and decide to freshen up my makeup and brush my teeth.  I wore comfy, worn jeans with an off the shoulder pink lightweight sweatshirt and white tank underneath so I’d be comfortable on the plane.  I briefly consider changing into something else for the hot guy waiting downstairs but decide against it, reminding myself not overthink it.  “Just go have a drink, girl!” I mumble to myself.

Back downstairs at the lobby bar, I order a glass of red sangria and head out the French doors to the deck.  There’s only a handful of tables and the deck is surrounded with pots of beautiful flowers and lots of greenery.  It smells sweet out here and the slight breeze against my skin tickles. One other table is taken besides where I see Nash sitting. He smiles when he sees me and stands as I approach.  

“Hey there! What are you drinking?” he asks as he nods toward my glass.

“I decided on sangria. I’m counting this as my fruit serving for the day.” Nash chuckles a little at my stupid joke and pushes my chair in for me as I sit.  Very gentlemanly, I like that.

We fall into easy conversation about how things have been going for each of us sprinkled with a short explanation of what each of our conferences will entail.  He also confirms he’s most definitely single, just bought himself a new place and is enjoying this new chapter in his life. He briefly talks about how and what caused the breakup. We don’t dive too deep but he does show interest in finding out if I’m single which gives me butterflies. Maybe the attraction is mutual after all. 

I admit I’m nervous sitting here knowing I’ve had a crush on him. But as my second drink warms me, I relax more. The sun is starting to set.  Things have gotten progressively more flirty the longer we sit.  We have moved a little closer to each other than we started out, too. I’m really enjoying myself and feel very comfortable around him. I love watching him laugh. I can’t seem to keep my eyes off his full lips. I keep going back between those lips and his gorgeous blue eyes, the scruff on his face. There’s no question I am desperately attracted to this guy. And he’s looking at me like he’s ready to eat me.  If he asks me nicely, I will let him. 

It’s getting late so we decide to wrap it up. We exchange numbers after talking about meeting up tomorrow when our work day is over. I don’t think either of us wants the night to be over. Nash offers to walk me “home” like a gentleman. At my hotel room door, we say our goodbyes and I catch him watching my mouth. I could swear he wants to kiss me. One more drink and I might’ve made the first move but I decide I’m going to let him do the work if he wants me.

Once back in my room I’m quickly in my PJs, face washed, and teeth brushed.  I plop onto the bed to watch a little TV and hope to fall asleep. As usual, though, I end up scrolling through my phone for a bit with the TV as background noise instead. Before I know it, I’m scrolling through Reddit and find myself opening the NSFW posts. I’m already horny as hell from flirting with Nash tonight so I shouldn’t be surprised I ended up here. 

In just a tank and thongs I slide my underwear to the side and run my finger through my wet slit. How I wish this was Nash’s hand playing with my pussy. Getting my fingers wet with my juices, I start lightly playing with my clit. Teasing myself, I then start circling my clit, starting slow then picking up the pace. I need to get fucked so bad. It’s been too long and I need a fat cock inside me. How have I made it this long without dick? Toys, I guess. But it’s not the same as having a man between my thighs. His weight on me, his big hands kneading my flesh, his cock stretching me. 

Spreading my legs further and opening up myself to the cool air in the room, I lay down my phone and use my other hand to spread my pussy lips. I imagine it’s Nash between my legs, letting him put his mouth on me, letting him lick my pussy from my hole up to my clit. I imagine what it would be like to take his cock for the first time. I wonder if he’d fuck me hard, make me sore? I can’t stop thinking about the things I want Nash to do to me. I admit, I hope I get to find out.

As I rub my clit, I hear my phone ping. I don’t have time for that right now, I’m committed to giving myself the orgasm I desperately need. Except my phone pings again. What if it’s Nash? I doubt it is, but what if? We did exchange numbers, we did flirt with each other. I take my slick fingers and grab my phone… I’ll have to remember to clean that up! Opening my phone I see a text from Nash! 

“Hey, can’t sleep.”

I reply, “Me neither.” Although let’s be honest, I’m not really trying to sleep, am I? 

“I should’ve kissed you.” 

“I would’ve let you.”

“Tell me what you are thinking about right now, Shae.”

Ummm, now what? Do I tell him, "Hey, just lying here rubbing my pussy thinking about it being you..." Maybe don’t lead with that. Or, what if I do lead with that?

I start typing… “I wasn’t actually trying to sleep. Let’s just say I was trying to relax.”

“Tell me what you do to relax, Shae.”

I’m a girl who usually goes after she wants so I decide to tell it like it is. “I have my fingers in my pussy thinking about you.”

“How many fingers do you have in your pussy?”

“Two.”

“Make it three for me, Shae.”

I wait for the jumping little dots on my phone to indicate he’s typing. No more little dots. I start to worry; did I make a mistake? Did I read him wrong? There’s no way I read this man wrong. Not long after, I hear a loud thumping on my hotel door. 

With my heart racing and my fingers still slick, I pull the knot of hair further up my head and pad to the door. Checking the peephole, I see the top of Nash’s dark hair and unhook the lock on the door. Before I know it Nash pushes in, grabs either side of my face and is kissing me relentlessly. I melt into his kiss, heating all the way through. I’m already wet as hell. Pretty soon it will be dripping down my leg, especially if this man continues this assault on my lips.

Nash asks, “Tell me, which hand did you have on your pussy, Shae?” I start to raise my right hand when he grabs it and shoves my fingers into his mouth, licking anything of me that’s left on my fingers and moaning as he does it. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “You are such a dirty little thing, aren’t you? Fingering yourself thinking about me.” 

“Yes. I couldn’t help myself,” I whisper.

He takes my hand and puts it on his hard cock. Stroking him through his jeans, I can feel how thick he is. He stops kissing me and backs up a little. The tension in the air is thick too. 

“Tell me now what you want, Shae. Or if you want me to stop, tell me now.” 

My mind is racing but my body confirms, I only want him. 

He reads my face and I know he can see my erratic breathing, my hard nipples under my white tank top.

That’s when he says to me, “Take your shirt off for me.”

I do as he says. Who am I to argue? I slowly pull my tank over my head. My nipples feel like they’ve gotten harder now that I’m exposed to the cool air and his eyes not leaving my tits. 

Nash approaches me and without saying a word, he leans down and puts his mouth on one of my nipples. Rolling his tongue over the tip and sucking, it’s pure heaven but I keep my hands at my side, letting him suck. Then he moves to the other. I feel a hot hand between my legs, slowly moving up my thigh, getting closer to my pussy. My clit throbs in anticipation and excitement. 

“Now take these off for me. I want to see all of you,” Nash growls as he slips a finger into the side of my thong. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to taste your cunt. What it would be like to bury myself in you,” he says.

I do exactly as I’m told. I’m very obedient for a hot, bossy man who’s about to fuck me.

As I pull down my thong, I watch as Nash yanks his shirt over his head. Next he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down along with his boxers. I lose my breath for a moment when I see his cock spring free. It’s so fucking hard and red at the tip. From where I’m standing I could swear I see a little dampness at the tip too. I want to reach for it; I want to get on my knees right now and let him shove his dick to the back of my throat until my eyes are leaking and I’m gagging. 

In the next moment, Nash is pressed up against me. My tits are against his hot chest, his hard cock against my belly. He reaches around and palms my ass, lifting up my cheeks and squeezing hard. A little smack across one ass cheek and next he’s guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he says. And again, I obey. Because I want this man to do whatever he wants to me. I will give him whatever he wants and he can take whatever he wants from me. I’m his at least for tonight. Although I realize I may have a hard time quitting this man once I’ve had a taste. 

“What a beautiful pussy,” he says as he moves to lick up my slit. Opening my shaved pussy up, he moves to tongue my clit. “Look how pink and wet it is. And this clit…” Teasing licks have my pussy throbbing. 

When he finally comes up from my pussy, the scruff on his face looks damp. “I want to keep you right here where I can smell your cunt on my face.” Oh my gosh, I can’t with this man.

He stands above me, gripping his cock hard, twisting from top to bottom, grunting in satisfaction. I lie back as an invitation. 

“Spread those legs for me, Shae. A little more. There you go, just like that.”

He stands before me, lines up his gorgeous thick cock and slowly starts to push into me. He’s giving me time to adjust or he’s giving himself time to adjust, I’m not sure which with the sounds coming out of him. Then he’s thrusting in hard and deep, filling my cunt full of him. He’s big and I’m stretched so good. He slows a little and rolls his hips pushing himself against my clit for friction, fucking me good and deep. 

“What a good little slut you are. Taking my big cock in that little pussy of yours. I’ve wanted you for so long, Shae. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be fucking you right now.”

“Nash, your cock feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

I grab onto his ass and he speeds up. Pressed against me and pounding into me, we’re both getting sweaty and slippery against each other. His balls slap my ass with each thrust. He’s grunting each time he’s fully inside me. The friction from where his pelvis hits me is perfect and fuck if I’m not ready to come right now. He’s feral, as if being inside my pussy is the only place he ever wants to be. 

“Shae, are you close? I want you to come with me. Can I come in your pussy? I want to fill you up and leave you dripping with my cum.”

“Nash, yes, please come inside me. Leave a big load in my pussy. Tell me when to come, I want to come with you!”

“Yes, baby, come for me. Come for me now!”

As he pounds into me hard, slapping against my slick and swollen pussy, we both reach that euphoric high and come together, grunting, moaning, and kissing each other. His hips slow but his kissing doesn’t. We lie there staring at each other until our heart rates and our breathing slows down. 

“That was amazing, baby. I don’t want to leave this pussy. I want to stay right here,” he breathes to me.

“Stay with me tonight, Nash, please.”

We fall asleep with me wrapped in his arms, my head on his chest, my leg wrapped over his waist and his cum leaking from my very sore pussy.