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Hotel Room Handjob Fantasy: A Sensual Escapade

The moonlit cityscape Outside my hotel window flickered as raindrops danced on the glass. I was in town for a business convention, but my mind was far from work. Lying on the crisp white sheets, I couldn’t help but fantasize about a steamy encounter in this very room. My hand slowly drifted down my chest, but I craved something more.

Knock knock. I froze. Could it be? My heart raced as I approached the door. Through the peephole, I saw her – a vision of perfection. Blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that belonged on the cover of a magazine. She wore a skintight dress that hugged every delicious curve. I couldn’t resist.

I opened the door and she stepped inside, a smirk playing on her glossy lips. “I believe you requested my services,” she purred, her voice smooth as honey. “I’m here to give you the massage of a lifetime.”

My jaw dropped as she began to unzip her dress. She turned and reveals a body that would make even the gods weep with desire. Her ass was a work of art, round and firm, her toned thighs leading to the swell of her hips. As the dress hit the floor, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her pert breasts, nipples harden under my hungry gaze.

“There’s no need to be shy,” she coaxed, walking towards me. “Let’s get you undressed and relax you in bed.”

Her fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt, trailing over my chest. I shivered at her touch, my cock already hardening in my pants. She hooked her thumbs into my belt loops and yanked me into a searing kiss. Her tongue plunged into my mouth and I groaned, pulling her flush against me.

But she pulled away, pushing me back onto the bed. I obeyed, reclining as she straddled my thighs. Her hands ran up my legs, revving my engines. The anticipation was delicious, every stroke of her hands making my pulse pound.

“Mmmm, you’re going to enjoy this massage,” she promised, squeezing lotion onto her palms. She rubbed her hands together, working up a lather. The sweet, floral scent filled my nostrils.

She leaned over, her breasts pressing against my chest as she worked the oil into my skin. Slowly, deliciously, her hands crept lower until she was palming my cock through my pants. I thrust into her touch, desperate for more.

“Patience,” she breathed in my ear. “We’re going to take our time with you.”

With teasing slowness, she undid my zipper and slid her hands inside. Her fingers circled my throbbing head and I shuddered with pleasure. She pumped me slowly, her thumb swirling over the tip. I rolled my hips into her touch, aching for more.

She released me only to shrug off her black lace panties. Then she climbed over me, guiding my rigid cock to her soaked opening. “I think you’ll appreciate the full body experience,” she said with a wink.

She lowered herself onto me and I threw my head back with a strangled moan. He walls were slick and tight around me, her pelvis crushing against mine. She began to move, riding me with perfect rolls of her hips. I dug my fingers into her ample ass as she bounced on my cock, her gorgeous tits jiggling in time with her movements.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I groaned. “Don’t stop…”

But she wanted to tease me, wanted to draw out the exquisite torment. She lifted herself off my cock and I protested, but she cut off my whimper with her lips. While we kissed, she stroked my slick shaft from base to tip, her fingertips barely grazing my skin and making me throb.

“If you keep that up, I won’t be able to last,” I warned. But a few moments later, she was stroking me again, licking up the side of my neck and nibbling my ear. I thought I’d lose my mind.

With each touch, each kiss, she drove me higher and higher. My cock was aching, my balls drawn tight. I was so close to exploding when she finally started to grind on me again. I bucked my hips, desperate to bury myself in her heat.

She rode me hard and fast, her cries growing louder until I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a final thrust, I erupted inside her, filling her with my release. She clenched around me, milking every last drop as we came together.

We collapsed onto the bed, panting. She curled into my side and I stroked her hair, savoring the afterglow. This was a moment I’d cherish for months to come.

But all good things must end. After sharing a final, passionate kiss, she slipped off the bed and gathered her clothes. I watched her dress, my eyes roaming over every inch of her jaw dropping body. When she was finished. She turned to me with a wink and a promise,

“Next time, don’t hold back,” she purred. With that, she sashayed out the door, leaving me canyong

And O. I wanted nothing more than that next time. The Hotel Room Handjob Fantasy would endure for many more rainy nights to come.

THE END