The conference was coming to a close and what a whirlwind of surprises it had been! The sexting with Romeo. Our time on the bus and in the closet. All that remained was to see if this new stallion might come through on his promise of a romantic night together.
A few days before the end of the conference things became very busy for all involved. Romeo and I did not have time for teasing and the playfulness that had been such a welcome relief from the boredom of things. I will admit, a part of me wondered if Romeo had been spooked by the closet adventure. Maybe, like Lorenzo, he was a one-trick pony?
It was the day before we were all scheduled to fly back home. The festivities over, my roommates and I were packing up when I suddenly received a text.
Him: “Hey I have the hotel, are we still on for tonight?”
I grinned to myself and shot back my reply.
Me: “Hell yea!”
Romeo had come through. And you had best believe I was going to reward him for it.
Later that evening, I pulled up to the hotel. You might remember that Romeo had built quite the picture of what he intended for the night. And I am very pleased to announce that every detail was on-point.
I stepped into the room and directly into his arms. It is important to remember that up until then, all our playfulness together had either been rushed or subtle. This was different. He held me. Our lips met. It was sensual, erotic in a way I had not yet experienced as a vixen, even with Armando. Because when Romeo kissed me, there were no rules, no question. I needed him. And he needed me.
The next thing I knew, I was against the wall. The spark between us that had been teased throughout the conference burned hot and immediate. He had my wrists against the wall. Our kiss turned desperate with the need for more. My eyes shut, I dropped my head back and moaned as his lips trailed down my neck. Romeo pressed his hips to mine. He was rock hard for me. I pressed back. There was so much to feel, so much yet to experience with him now that we had the time and opportunity.
Our lips met again and, soon, we were traveling to the bed. Romeo broke our exploration of lips and tongues briefly to lay me down. Now, here was a strong stallion. Because everything he did was so deliberate and gentle. He let his shirt and pants drop to the floor and I undid my own blouse and pants.
The next few moments were a blur. We kissed. We pressed together. We taunted our own bodies with the thin slips of underwear that served as the only remaining barrier between what had been built for a week and what was to come. Soon enough, the resolve broke. His boxers and my panties and bra were tossed aside.
Now, recall that I had experienced Romeo’s dick earlier in the week. I knew exactly what to expect. Or at least, I thought I knew. What followed was one of the most erotic sexual experiences of my life.
Despite the intensity of the moment, the passion and need for one another, Romeo demonstrated his strength once again. Instead of the deep thrust I was expecting, he eased into me. It was slow, controlled. And it made my head spin with even more want for this man. Soon our bodies began a rhythmic, undulating sort of dance together. There, after all the waiting and wanting, we made love together. There is no better way to describe it.
At times, in between the kisses and whispers, he would lift up to look me in the eyes as his dick glided in and out of my pussy. Nothing else. Just our bodies, together. Our eyes locked. Connection.
Romeo also had stamina. We must have fucked for over forty minutes that first time. And he proved the only man I had ever fucked who could make me orgasm using just his dick.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” he finally moaned.
I gripped his ass, willing he fill me. He did. A last, deep thrust and I could feel his cock emptying his cum deep inside of me.
But that wasn’t it. Romeo had more surprises in store.
A guy like Armando and even my stag will cum and then pull out to catch breath and ready for the next round.
Not Romeo. He stayed inside of me as he dipped his lips for my kiss, refusing to end the moment. Like before against the wall, our moments in between the lovemaking were intensely erotic. We touched and kissed and explored each other’s bodies. The only difference was the feeling of his dick hardening to fill my pussy.
Again, we took our time. Our connection was perfect.
Part way through our third time, Romeo shared with me a certain preference he had for a position I had never tried.
“Tell me if you like this,” he said, scooting down the bed and drawing me up into a cowgirl over his face. I had never face-sat before but the feeling of his tongue against my clit and his hands gripping my ass cheeks was amazing. I also learned something new about myself that evening. As I rocked my hips, controlling the build of my orgasm, Romeo gently played with my ass. And I liked it. The stimulation at both clit and ass brought waves of pleasure that I rode until it was his turn to feel some release.
In all, Romeo must have cum four or five times that night. I eventually fell asleep in his arms.
The next day we managed to find seats together on the plane. Needless to say, we were both exhausted. It had been a thrilling finale to the conference. We nestled down in our seats, careful to resume the usual discretion. Somewhere between take-off and the ascent, our hands found each other beneath a cover of things. He held my hand in his. And we drifted back to sleep.
Eventually the plane landed and we departed. It was a rush to get to our next flights. He was going one way and I was going another. We barely had a chance to wave a goodbye when the rush of people and the threat of a missed flight carried us away. A few steps and I looked back one last time but Romeo was already gone.
I figured that was it. My surprise encounter at the conference. Such wonderful memories I would remember forever.
I turned to follow the signs to my connecting flight when my phone suddenly dings.
It’s from Romeo.
In the message is a link to “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi.
I listened to the song and smiled and knew that our story was far from over.