Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2009 05:14:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: james johnson <jamie26_uk2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hotel Encounter with Older Guy

I started chatting to John on Gaydar for about a week when he asked me if I
would like to meet up with him.  I am 33, but I am young looking and petite
for a guy, being only 5'3".  I had not seen a picture of John, nor he of
me, but he informed me he was 56 years old, married, and a rather tall
6'3"!  I said that was cool, where, when and all that.  He said he was
coming to my city (Basingstoke, UK) on business and had a hotel room for a
couple of days, one of those faceless money making chains, and when he got
there he would text me the room number and I could come up, have a chat,
maybe a drink, maybe something else if everything went OK!

The day of reckoning came, and that morning I got a text from John telling
me the hotel and the room number, and to meet him later that evening.
Obviously I had butterflies in my tummy; this was a guy I had never met,
never even seen or spoke to, yes I was so excited, so nervous.  Maybe
nothing would even happen, maybe he wouldn't even be there... so many
thoughts went through my head, some good, some bad, some horny!

During out chats I had told John that I was not a virgin but I had been
with just a couple of guys before him, and that I was straight acting, and
that I liked to wear womens underwear, which he said he liked and wanted me
to do.  He asked me for total discreetness, him being married, and I told
him that was fine with me I wasn't looking for a relationship anyhow.  I
also told him I was only passive; I have no desire to put my little cock
into some mans arse, I only have the desire to have a cock in my own arse.
There; we had the groundwork, anything else we could talk about when we
meet.

I had a serious shower, dried myself and put on my new pair of undies; a
lovely small black lacey thong, with flowers on the front, and diamontes at
the back on a small chain.  It turned me on just to put it on.  I had a
small rucksack that I packed a pair of fishnet stockings, a suspender and a
pair of black size 5 stilletoes.  Then I dressed myself in normal guy
clothes; jeans, a shirt, trainers, jacket.  There is no way anyone could
tell I had on this tiny sexy thong on.  But I knew.

After a short train journey I got to the centre of town.  I was so nervous,
nervous like you wouldn't believe!  I walked to the hotel, but every step I
was getting more and more apprehensive; could I go throught with it?  I had
to, I had come this far.  When I got to the hotel I just walked in, and
straight past the reception like I knew where I was going!  In reality my
head and stomach were doing cartwheels!  I was hoping the receptionist
wouldn't stop me, and he didn't, and I was hoping he couldn't read my mind
either.

I got in the elevator and went up; I remember it clearly.  Room 334.  My
heart was pounding.  Everything was pounding.  There it was; the door in
front of me now.  I lifted my hand to knock, and hesitated; then knocked
three times.  By now I thought I would die!  What if I had the wrong room?
What if the guy didn't like me?  What if what if what if!  The door opened.

A well dressed man stood before me.  He held out his hand "Hello James.
I'm John.  Would you like to come in?".  Of course I bloody would.  "Yes" I
replied and shook his hand.  He was pretty much as he'd described himself;
he was tall, he was well built but not fat, and he had thinning grey hair,
not bad for his age.  He had a decent room, as decent as they can be.
There was a living area with a couch, table and TV, and a separate bathroom
and bedroom.  On the table was a beer John had been drinking.  "Would you
like something?" he asked.  Only your cock in me.  "Do you have any wine?"
I replied.  He went to the fridge as if he had read my mind and pulled out
a cold bottle of white and proceeded to pour two glasses, all the time he
was looking at me.  I could tell, yes he liked me.  He wanted me.

We sat on the couch, and made some small talk.  He was looking intensely
into my eyes; I didn't know where to look!  This went on for about 15
minutes, by then we had finished the bottle of wine, and he took out
another and returned to the couch.  As he sat down his hand rested on my
leg, quite deliberately.  I didn't move.  As he poured more wine, he talked
more.  Then he lent over me as to get something imaginary on my right, and
as he did do his lips met mine, and his tongue went into my mouth.  I
reciprocated this intense, slow, kiss, and his hand moved up and started to
unbutton my shirt, and he opened it, and started to slowly rub my nipples.
I was going crazy in my head, my little cock was so hard!  Slowly he took
off my shirt.  I could see that he had a hard on and I knew he wanted to
use it on me.

"John" I said "I have things to put on, we talked about them you remember?"
He remembered, his eyes went wider!  I went into the bathroom.  I looked at
my rather pissed self in the mirror; and took off my guy clothes.  I still
had the thong on; I think I'll leave that for John to take off.  I put on
my suspender belt, and rolled my stockings up my legs and attached them.  I
put on the shoes, and as soon as I did I knew I'd have difficulty walking
out.  I'm not a tranny, these are for bedroom use only, and don't get used
nearly enough.  Anyhow, when I was ready after about five minutes, I
stumbled out in my heels.  John was standing there, naked, and his cock was
pointed straight at me!  He looked at me as if for my approval.  I smiled,
and he smiled back, and sat down on the couch.

I tried to sexily walk to him, I put a knee on the couch, and took a large
sip of wine, then another one quickly after.  He didn't move, and I bent
down and started to lick his nipples, each in turn, and his hand went to my
nipple and he started to play, and then he was rubbing my back, my chest,
my arse, "I fucking love those stockings, the heels everything!" he said.
I kissed him, then slowly kissed down his hairy chest to his cock.  I
flicked my tongue along the top of it, he made some noises, I did it some
more, then I took him in my mouth; he groaned, and put his hands on my
head, didn't push down though, just resting, but demanding!  His cock was
not too big, good thing as I have a small mouth, maybe only 6 or 7 inches
at most.  I sucked like a pro, well he enjoyed it anyhow, he was pushing up
as I was sucking down.  His hands started to move over to my arse and stay
there, I felt him pull the thong aside, and he slid one finger into me.  I
sucked him harder, smelling that lovely ball smell, his musty scent!  "I
want to fuck you.  I want to fuck you now" was about as romantic as he
could get,

As I sat back on the couch he knelt down in front of me, and pulled off my
little panties as fast as he could!  He threw them and came up to kiss me
again, playing with my nipples again as he did do.  I could feel his cock
pressing against me; as he kissed me I started to play with his cock.  He
was ready for me.  "Do you want me to go to the bedroom now?" I asked.  "No
I want to fuck you here now James." "Do you have something?" "I have baby
oil."  He rubbed some from a handily placed bottle onto his cock, and
massaged some into me arse.  "You know what I mean, do you have something
to use?" I said.  "I'm going to fuck you bareback James, you're my little
whore tonight."  I was shocked at the tone, it wasn't aggressive just
assertive again.  Oh well, I thought, he wants, he'll have.  His cock was
pushing against my tight shaved little hole, he was kissing me as he was
kneeling down in front of me.  Then slowly he pushed his cock-head in, and
stopped, looking at me, he eyes asking if I was OK.  The pain was there,
but I tried not to show it, dulled a little by wine.  I smiled back trying
not to wince, and pulled at his hips gently, He smiled back, kissed me, and
pushed into me.  I pulled his head into my shoulder and let out a silent
gasp as I felt the length of him in me.  John started to fuck me, this huge
great old guy, 23 years my senior, on a couch in a hotel room in
Basingstoke!

He lifted me up, whilst I was still impaled on his cock, his hands
clutching at my ass cheeks, kissing me as he did so, and took me into the
bedroom.  He lay me on the bed and continued his rhythmic fucking.  He
lifted my legs up so that they were over his shoulders; wow!  I felt his
cock go really deep into me, pain and pleasure mixed.  As I lay there he
licked my nipples, sucking each one, gently biting down and then flicking
with his tongue.  I had my arms up above my head, as he was fucking me we
were going further and further up the bed, I had to stop us somehow.  After
a few minutes he let my legs down (thank god they were aching!).  He
reached around and unbuttoned my suspender belt, and tore at the stockings.
The shoes were long gone.  So there I was totally naked now, no lady gear,
and all this time his cock was still hard in my asshole.  He rolled over
onto his back, pulling me over on top of him.  I felt so tiny up there
resting on his cock.  His hands went down to my ass and he started fucking
me again, this time though it felt reallllly deep, deeper than when my legs
were over his shoulders.  I groaned as if felt like his cock was going to
push my intestines up to my mouth, even his average sized one!  Fuck I
thought!  Then, the first and only time I have ever felt it, and believe
me, I've tried, he rubbed on my prostate.  Now I know what women feel!  Its
hard to describe, but its like every cell in your body wants to scream out,
and I screamed out, he stopped, I told him "Don't you dare stop, don't you
dare fucking stop!" and then I came, god did I come, I basically blacked
out for a few seconds.

When I came to he had flipped me over and was on top of me again "You like
that do you James, you like my cock in you?" "Yes!  Did you come?" I asked.
"No.  Now put your legs over my shoulders again James."  Even though I was
aching and not really with it I did as I was told.  It didn't take long, he
pushed into me a few times and I saw the beads of revealing sweat on his
forehead, and he came, came bareback into my tight ass, I felt his magma
hot cum squirting up inside my hole, his cock harder than ever, he was
pushing into me harder than ever.  He stopped, and looked at me with those
'did I do OK' kind of eyes, and I just smiled kissed him softly.  He pulled
out his now softening but semi hard cock from my body.  I felt the cum drip
down between my ass cheeks and onto my legs as I got up to use the
bathroom.

I didn't stay the night; I don't think John really wanted me to, we had
both had our fun.  I texted him once after to say thanks, he just replied
with an x and I have heard nothing since, and this all happened in October
2008.  Thanks John.  X.


*** This is a true story.  I'd love to know if you enjoyed it, your
opinion, and if you'd like to hear any more.  jamie26_uk2002@yahoo.com ***