We’d been e-mailing each other for about a year and the opportunity to meet came by way of a business trip for him to my home town of Birmingham. It had been almost twenty years since we’d met and the plan was to meet up after work, have a meal and a few drinks and see where it went from there. I left work early and went to the gym where they have excellent facilities, to shower and change. I’d agonised over what to wear because I obviously wanted him to see me at my best and decided not to go over the top so I went for a skirt and a nice white shirt. To sex it up a bit, I didn’t wear a bra and I left as many buttons open as I dared. He was already in the bar when I arrived and looked better than he did in the photos he’d sent me on the e-mails. He was a little shorter than I remembered but he was slim and very well turned out. As soon as he saw me, a broad beaming smile lit his face up and I sort of fell in love with him all over again. The conversation was easy and the time just flew by. We’d talked so much that we’d hardly started the second bottle of wine. I saw no point in playing coy so I asked him if we could go back to his hotel. His face was lit by his enchanting smile once more and we got a cork for the wine from the barman and set off for his hotel. We went straight to his room and we were kissing as he poured the wine into the glasses. His hands felt wonderful as he moved them up and down my back. I reached down and held his stiffing dick in my hand through the fabric of his trousers. In no time his hand found its way inside my shirt and I was feeling very pleased with myself that I’d decided to go braless, he commented on how sexy it was and how he’d noticed I was braless as soon as I walked into the bar. Popping two more buttons open, he had my tits out and was massaging them which felt wonderful. I undid his shirt and pushed him down on to the bed. He lay back on the bed with his feet on the floor; I quickly undid his belt, pulled his fly down, unclasped the waist band of his trousers and pulled his dick from his pants. It was wonderfully swollen with a well defined bell-end and a thick shaft. I bent over him and gently took the swollen bell-end into my mouth, playing my teeth over the ridge. It grew harder and harder in my mouth. I sucked hard and continued to play my tongue and teeth over the ridge between his bell-end and his shaft. He flinched a few times as my teeth caught him with more force than I intended. Despite this occasional discomfort, he encouraged me to carry on. I sucked and tongued him till his dick was as hard as steel and purple and throbbing in my mouth. I had no intention of wasting a rock hard dick like this so I stood up, lifted the hem of my skirt and took my knickers off. With my skirt up round my waist, I climbed over him and positioned myself over his swollen dick. At first, I struggled to get him inside me, but once in, I slide myself up and down his shaft and soon found myself on the edge of orgasm. I wriggled myself to a wonderful little climax and fell forward on to him and kissed him hard on the lips. He manoeuvred himself and pulled out of me. He held my shoulders and placed me down onto my back on the bed. My backside was on the edge of the bed and my feet on the floor and my skirt up round my waist. He stood in front of me and removed his trousers, his dick hard, red and angry looking. Positioning himself between my open legs, he aimed his meat between the plump lips of my eager fanny. Within a second he was in me and banging fuck out of me. My braless tits were bouncing under my shirt as I attempted to match his thrusting with the movement of my own hips. Very quickly I orgasmd for the second time and I almost screamed as he continued to pound his iron hard shaft into me. The look in his eyes as he fucked me was such a turn on for me, and kept telling him to “fuck me harder” and “give it to me” and he didn’t disappoint. He fucked me to one more orgasm before he off loaded what seemed like a gallon of his own come deep inside me. I felt the warmth of it as he jerked it into me in three or four throbbing spurts. He continued to move his softening dick inside me until every last sensation of orgasm had left him. He withdrew from me and I felt a small amount of his come run out of me and between my still wide open legs. He stood over me watching, as I rubbed and fingered myself to a final orgasm. I remained lying on my back, with my legs wide apart for a while as I caught my breath and thought about the sex I’d just experienced. Eventually, I went to the bathroom to shower and look forward to the time he’d recover and would be able to give me my second fucking of the night.