Coming off the plane, I could feel the butterflies starting in my stomach. Justin and I had been talking online for the better part of a year, nothing too much of note. Literally just flirting and sexting when either of us had the time, but when he offered to fly me out for a day or two of just sex, I thought why not. I’d recently lost my job, and needed a little pick me up I guess. I booked the flight, and let him know the times. All while finding ways to not specifically tell him my name. It was a little bit of security that I wanted to keep to myself. 

I stopped in the bathroom to relieve myself, and freshen up, I didn’t want to look too jet-lagged seeing him for the first time. Checking myself out in the mirror I decided I looked decent enough. A short blue sundress, the ones that cup your breasts and kind of make you look like an OktoberFest attendee, but it was in style, so it couldn’t be that slutty, right? Besides, it held my c-cup breast nicely, and I didn’t have to wear a bra. The wedge sandals gave my ass just the last little bit of lift needed to look less flat than normal. My frame wasn’t the smallest, and also not the biggest. I do my best to be healthy, but I was naturally curvy and didn’t want to starve myself to fit into a size two. My calves and thighs gave me away as a hobby runner and hiker, always hard to find actual pants that fit my thighs but didn’t sag at the waist. Leggings were my usual go to since the fabric never slumped, though Justin had specifically requested a sundress, and heels, and I was happy to comply. 

I didn’t need to pick up my luggage since I wasn’t going to be here very long, everything I needed for a few days of staying cooped up in a hotel room could fit in a small carryon. I could hear my heels clacking along the concrete in the parking garage, following the directions Justin had texted me to meet him. Turning the corner, there he was anxiously waiting behind an SUV. 

“Justin?” I called out once I got a little closer; he looked up from his phone and smiled. God damn, he was hotter than in his pictures. Definitely had those strong cowboy shoulders that every southwestern girl swooned over, tight wranglers, and possibly his Sunday's best button down. I haven’t been to church in years, but I might consider coming back if it meant they were serving up men like him. 

“Hot damn, you look so good I forgot your name. Care to refresh my memory?” Justin smiled, meeting me midway and taking my bag. 

“Ha ha, close one, but no dice. You still have to guess.” I blushed at his attempt, at the little game we had going. 

“Damn it, I thought for sure it was gonna work,” Justin smirked, putting my bag in the back of the car. 

“Thought wrong I-” my words caught in my throat when he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. Giving me the most breath taking first kiss that they only write raunchy romance novels about. When he pulled away, I stayed there like an idiot, my lips begging for more. 

“How was that?” He practically purred in my ear. His hand sliding up my body and gripping my boob. He knew from plenty of talks that my nipples were sensitive, so sensitive that I could probably cum from someone just playing with my boobs. His fingers spread wide, letting my erect nipple pop through his fingers where he could grip my chest and pinch my nipples at the same time. 

“Hu?” I stupidly gasped my knees weak .Fuck, I was already puddy in this man's arms. 

He squeezed a little tighter, pinching my nipple harder, causing an ache between my legs to become very apparent. “How was that kiss, baby?” 

“I want more.” I demanded, coming back to my senses enough to be able to press my lips to his and grind against the growing concern he had in his pants. From what I could feel through those jeans, he was fucking hung. 

“Good to hear,” he whispered, pulling the top of my dress down just enough to expose the top of my areola. “Good thing no one seems to be around in this parking garage. What do you say about breaking in the rental?”

“I’ve never had sex in a car before, but I’m willing to give it a go.” I matched his tone, grinding a little harder against him, wanting to feel a slight pulse from his dick. Happy to feel it strain against the fabric, I turned from his grasp, keeping my nipple mostly exposed and crawled into the back seat of the car. 

He closed the back hatch, and then followed me in. Groaning when he saw me sprawled a bit leaning against the opposite side of the car. My skirt pulled up, exposing my now bare, dripping pussy, I’d forgotten my panties, silly me. “Fuck babe,” he moaned, sliding into the car, and pushing a finger into my cunt. 

“Good thing this has a leather interior.” I moaned, my hips working against his hand. “I’m so worked up I’ll probably squirt.” My hands reached up to the blouse of my dress, pulling apart the small tie and sliding the fabric down to expose both of my tits.

"Fuck, they’re beautiful,” he growled, crawling on the floor too keep his hand in my pussy but also reach my breasts. He kissed me again for a split second before sucking a nipple into his mouth. The act sent shock waves of pleasure through my body, my hips bucked against his finger.

He sucked on my breast like it’d never been sucked on before. Pulling on the nipple with his mouth and popping off of it before sucking back down hard on it. Moving to the other side, he applied teeth this time, gently at first gauging my reaction before nibbling on it with a bit more force. 

“Fuck, baby, yes,” I squealed, “another finger, please.” I begged, getting what I asked for instantly. “Fuck!” His hand moved forcefully in and out of my pussy, fingers curling to hit my g-spot, all of this making my mind hazy with lust. 

My fingers trailed down his torso, finding the top button of his jeans. With ease, I undid his pants and dug around until I found his cock. Squeezing it hard around the fabric of his boxers. I must have done something right because he moaned against my nipple and bit it slightly. I worked with the fabric to pull out his prick, a dribble of precum producing from him. He was just as hung as I anticipated. Six, maybe seven inches of length, but god was he girthy. I licked my hand quickly and we back to grip him, sliding my hand up and down his throbbing cock. “Fuck Justin, I want that in me.” 

“Not yet,” he mumbled, moving back to my other breast, he was obviously having fun with the reactions he was getting from my body. “I want to taste you.” He added a third finger, his thumb digging for my clit. He sucked down on my nipple and that sent me, clear up to the heavens and back down again. A smaller orgasm sure, but I knew there would be more where that came from. 

“Not if taste you first,” I purred once back in my body, feeling my cum drip from my cunt. I pulled him by his prick up to my mouth, scooting down the seat to give him some room. 

I put his cock on my lips, my tongue swirling the tip and tasting his precum with a porn star level of enthusiasm. Looking up to make eye contact, I moved him slowly into my mouth. That must have been good, because one hand shot to the oh shit handle, and the other tangled in my hair.I moved my mouth up and down him sucking and swirling my tongue until he couldn’t handle it anymore and gave him the go ahead to fuck my face. Opening my throat to allow him to use me in any way he saw fit. He started slow, but soon his balls were slapping my chin and I was fingering myself to dull the ache again. Humming and moaning along his thick member, wanting him to feel as good as he was just making me feel. 

“I’m close,” he huffed, slowing down some. I leaned up to grip his hips and took over the heavy work, pushing my face into his pelvis. "Babe, I’m gonna bust.” He moaned, warning me of his load, so cute to think I wasn’t a lady enough to swallow him. I pushed him further back down my mouth and he unloaded down my throat. “Fuck baby.” He leaned back, wiping some spit and cum off my face. 

He pulled his hand out of my cunt, and licked the fingers. “Your turn,” he placed my hand on my breast and squeezed my fingers over my nipple. He moved my hips to hang on his shoulders, still kneeling on the floor of the car, his face met my sex and he moaned. HIs tongue sweeping up my slit and curling around my clit before sliding back down to dip into my sex. 

“Fuck, Justin,” I whimpered toying with my nipple. “Oh fuck baby, yes, just like that.” My thighs already shook with pleasure. He fucked me with his tongue for a moment before sliding it back up to my clit and replacing his tongue with two fingers. His mouth found my clit and sucked on the small nub.

“Fuck!” I screamed my hips, pushing my sex further onto his face. That seemed to spur him into action, his fingers working me harder and more demanding, his mouth relentlessly sucking and licking my clit. His hand that held my hip bone was tight on me keeping me right where he wanted me. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” was all I could scream while he worked me. The sounds of him fucking me with his mouth were extraordinary, one of my hands gripped his hair, and the other tugged at my nipples. It wasn’t long before I came, my body going ridgadge against him and spraying my cum onto his face. 

“On your knees,” he demanded, throwing his pants further down his body. It was his turn now, and he wanted me still cumming when he shoved his cock into me. I flipped over, shoving my ass up in the air, my face in the seat, I was about to demand he fuck me when his cock slid into my cunt. He moved into me with ease, my body rippling against his cock as I was still mid orgasm. 

“Justin!” I cried out a new wave of bliss coming over me while he rammed into my body. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!” I begged, feeling his nails bite into my hips. I was positive that if someone walked by they would see the SUV rocking, and the windows fogged like that one scene in the Titanic. 

Wanting this bliss to continue, my fingers instinctively reached for a toy, a small bullet or something that I could push on my clit to help me get over the edge again. Realizing it was in the back, I settled on my fingers instead. My index and middle fingers sliding between my wet folds feeling his cock pressing through my sex and finding my clit. I rubbed my nub relentlessly, feeling so close to the edge. “Babe,” I breathed into the leather seat. 

“Me too,” he sputtered, his thrust becoming more demanding. 

"Yes, baby,” I squealed, my fingers picking up pace. “Yes, yes, yes, Justin!” I screamed as I came around him, my body milking him for his own release. 

“Fuck!” he huffed as I felt his cock jerk violently inside of me, the tall tale sign of him unloading. “Fuck you feel so good.” Justin breathed once he could pull out of me. Sliding down the opposite side of the cab. 

“Worth paying for my flight?” I smirked, sitting upright. I knew I had the leather’s texture imprinted on my face. But I was well fucked and didn’t really care at the moment. 

“Every cent,” he moaned, leaning over to kiss me sweetly on the mouth. “I can’t wait to see what else you’ve brought in that bag of yours.” 

“I think you’ll like it,” I giggled mischievously. “I might have a few other ideas for this weekend too, that’s if you’re willing to venture out of your comfort zone a bit?” 

His hand gripped my thigh, he knew I was a bit more adventurous than him. “We’ll talk about it.” 

My eyes lit up, that was a better response than I thought I was going to get. “Can’t wait, now can we get to the hotel? I’d like to repeat what we just did, but in a less cramped location.” 

“Of course you would,” he laughed, kissing me again before pulling away to readjust. 

“Look, I want to see all of you. I won’t be shamed for wanting to see you naked during a trip you paid for, for us to just fool around.” I remarked, straightening my dress, and looked around for something to clean his cum up with. 

“Leave it. We are only going to the hotel, you can shower there, but until then leave my cum in you.” His voice husky again, sliding his fingers up and down my still exposed cunt. “I’ll clean you up later, I promise.” 

“Fuck you’re a dream.” I shivered, wishing his fingers could stay on me. I knew, though, that we needed to get going if I wanted him to stay good on his promise.