Just as Claire had said in her phone text to me, the room key was waiting for me at the front desk of the Hilton.
I took the elevator to the eighth floor, a twenty-something blonde woman wearing a robe rode with me but got off on the pool level. I wondered if she could pick up the scent of my pussy. I was that turned on in anticipation of spending a night with Claire, the hot teen girl I had fucked in a restaurant washroom.
The room was dimly lit. I could see little except the outline of Claire’s nineteen-year-old frame. The first thing I noticed about Claire was her eyes. The instant our eyes met at the restaurant I saw her fiery desire, her curiosity, and that unmistakable fuck-me look. Claire’s eyes, while being a window to her soul, also spoke of her heart’s desire. Now her eyes were in shadow and I felt I would die if I didn’t look into them soon.
A second later, Claire stood in front of me. Ever since the wild magical love-making in that washroom I had desired and hungered for this moment. Now Claire was mine.
In the half-light, I could see that Claire was wearing a satin chemise that clung to her youthful, slender figure.
I let my mind and my lust lean back observing how the light landed on her face her breasts and her thighs below her chemise. Claire, even in the partial darkness, was radiant.
Claire’s smooth, silken blonde hair lay over her shoulders. I wanted to reach out and stroke it in the moonlight yet I held back.
She gave me a bright smile, yet neither of us had said a word. I gazed into her eyes with wanton abandon.
I stepped closer to her, both of my hands now caressing her ass, her hips. I decided to become a bit bolder and let my left hand travel around to her belly, up to her breasts. I could feel Claire’s breathing becoming shallower, quicker, despite her attempts to keep some composure.
I could see her face was flushed from her desire. I started towards her, hesitating for a moment to make sure this would be okay. She smiled, and I leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips, wrapping my arms around her at the same time. She kissed me back with more insistence, letting her tongue split my lips.
I pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her to the bed. I watched her slip out of the chemise for me, slowly and seductively. I watched her tease me as she took her time, letting it fall to the floor. I shuddered as I noticed her sheer pink panties were soaked with her juices. Finally, she came to me, her beautiful young body all for me right now. She leaned in for a kiss, taking off my blouse and skirt. I wore neither a bra nor panties. Claire pushed me onto the bed.
She lay down next to me, her hand trailing over my stomach down towards my throbbing clit as her tongue danced across my nipple. I moaned, arching my back to encourage her fingertips to my clit and further.
"Oh God, Claire, please," I whispered, "I want to feel your lips on mine, your fingers deep inside of me."
As she inched up towards my face, her lips kissed my shoulder, and my neck, until she reached my mouth. Her fingers found my soaked slit and her middle fingers entered my wet cunt easily. I rocked against her hand and kissed her deeply as she fucked me with two, then three fingers.
It had been a week since we had made each other cum hard in that restaurant washroom and I felt my orgasm build quickly as she continued pounding her fingers into my cunt.