I had to move, I really had to move. Traffic was at a total and complete stand still. It seemed like the light was red for hours. I had to get home and get home fast. I just got off work and was supposed to meet my boyfriend at a fancy restaurant. I kept trying to call his cellphone, but he wasn't picking it up. I called at his house, with the same results. I was fearful of being late for this date. I had to go home and change into something different. It was just a casual dinner date, but I wanted to look good. I knew that if I didn't get out of here soon, going home and changing would be out of the question. I would end up being at least a half hour late. I met this guy online, his name is Eric. We met in a chatroom. He lives an hour away from me and we both agreed to meet at this little restaurant that was about half way between where we live. That way neither of us had to drive the full hour. That sounded especially nice knowing that I would be putting in at least a full work day, if not coming in an hour or two early to sort stuff out.

I looked up and saw a trucker to my right. I rolled down my window and honked my horn, trying to get his attention. It worked. I asked what the hold up was and he said that there was a bad wreck up front. The guys on the CB radio say take the next exit, but that's five miles away from here. He called me honey and told me to take it easy. It was going to be awhile before things got moving. Not only did we have to put up with the wreck, but also all those people who were gawking at it. That told me that freshening up was out of the question. No need to even think about it. I turned the air conditioner on and put a CD in. I figured I might as well stay cool so I don't look too sweaty for Eric. I work in an air conditioned office, so it wasn't like I was a mess or anything. I just wanted to put something else on. Maybe something a little sexy. Who knows, I just wanted to get out of my work duds. I didn't see much of a reason to keep them on.

I eventually got to the restaurant. I didn't change and I didn't feel that I looked too bad. I looked in the mirror and put on some lipstick and powdered my nose. I didn't want to look sweaty. I know I keep saying that, but I hate it when I look sweaty. I also hate looking oily also. But, that's a whole different story. Anyways, I ended up meeting Eric in the parking lot. We exchanged pictures via email and already knew what each other looked like.

Eric was looking sharp and handsome. He reached out his hand and I could smell his sweet musky cologne. I shook his hand and lightly kissed him on the cheek. Making sure that I didn't leave a lipstick mark on his cheek. We walked into the restaurant and had a good meal. I never ate at this joint before, but it was mighty tasty. I'm sure if I lived closer by, I would gain twenty pounds just from going to that place. The food was home style cooking, with a Cuban flair. It was good, even though I couldn't pronounce what I was eating. Eric helped me pick stuff off of the menu to get.

I know what you're all wondering, did we have sex? Damn people, you're pretty fucking noisy! I'm just joking. We knew we would have sex even before we met. It was all planned over the internet. I needed some action and Eric did too. We're hard working adults, no reason why we can't have some fun. Eric said there was a motel not too far from the restaurant. A place where you can rent it by the hour. It is meant for people to come there and fuck I guess. Though, if the prices are cheap enough, I suppose you could stop in just for a few quick winks of sleep. I don't know how much the room cost. I sat in my car as Eric paid the bill. He said the whole evening was on him. I told him I would go dutch, but he wanted to flip the bill. I love going out on dates and not having to spend a dime. Well, I did have to pay for the gas in my car. But, I don't count that.

I was surprised at how nice the motel was. Actually, it was probably one of the most beautiful places I had ever been in. I knew it had to be expensive. Eric said that we had the place to ourselves for an hour. If it was cheap, I know we would have been there for more than an hour. Though, in the end, I don't think we were there for the full hour. It was more like forty minutes or something like that. Basically we both got off and chatted a bit. Kissed in the parking lot and drove off. Okay, I'm jumping ahead a little too much here. Let me tell you how it all went down.

Eric asked if he could be on the bottom first. He wanted to cum last, as he put it, I got naked and so did Eric. There wasn't much foreplay, mostly a sense of urgency. We only had an hour and we couldn't go over that hour. I don't know what the penalty was, but by the way Eric was acting, it was a pretty penny. I soaked in the view of Eric's body. His six pack abs and his tight firm ass. It was everything that he showed me on the internet. I was surprised that the pictures were actually of him. I thought maybe he was pulling my leg, maybe he edited the pictures some how so that he looked so buff. His chest was hairy, but not in a bad way. Little curls of sandy blonde hair covered his chest. There was a little line of hair that led down to his pubic hair. A guide map of sorts you could say.

I went first and I had a blast. I also sent a blast of jizz inside Eric's asshole. Like before, I'm getting ahead of myself. Eric went on all fours like a dog and looked back at me. I slipped a condom over my cock and just plowed his asshole. I really let him have it for all I was worth. When we had spoke on the internet, Eric told me that he liked rough sex. Especially when he's on the receiving end of it. I figured the harder and faster I fucked him, the quicker I would cum. That ended up partially true. I lasted longer than I thought. I think I was also a little more nervous than I thought I was. Sometimes if I'm nervous, it can take me awhile to shoot my load. I really did fuck Eric the way he asked me to online. I fucked him so hard, we both gritted our teeth. I dug my fingers in the meat of his ass as I came. I felt my whole body became tense and stiff. I felt like a piece of flexible concrete that was moving back and forth.

I caught my breath as Eric found himself a condom. At some point during all of this, it felt like fast food sex. Like we were fucking as fast as we could. Like someone at any moment was going to ask if we would like fries with that. Eric knew I was winded, so he took his sweet time putting on the condom. There was a clock in the room and I knew we had been in there for fifteen minutes already. Maybe a little longer, I'm not sure. I do know that Eric fucked me longer than I fucked him. He seemed more like the slow and steady type. Nothing like the way he asked me to fuck him. Begged, that's the word I should have used instead of asked. Eric begged me to fuck him fast and furious.

I laid down and rested my pelvis on a bunch of pillows. Eric requested that I lay this way while he fucked me. The pillows were satin or some other soft material. I propped myself up with two of them. They felt silky smooth against my body. Just feeling them against my skin turned me on. I actually wanted to ask the clerk where they got the pillows. But, I suppose there isn't a lot of talking going on in places like this. The clerk wouldn't know and if they did, they wouldn't be apt to tell you. This is a place where secrets are kept, not answers given. A place where rich men cheat on their wives that are at home taking care of their babies. A place where so called straight men have gay sex with escorts while their wives sit at home and think their husband's playing golf. To end the story, Eric fucked me and it felt great. We kissed and talked in the parking lot after he told the clerk that we were done with the room. I promised to email him as soon as I got home. He promised the same thing to me as well. We both did and even chatted on IM a little. I had things to do and so did he. I'll keep you informed if we do this again. Which, I'm sure we will.

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