Their motel tryst, vetted for adult consent plus contraceptive and STI safety, still left space for surprise …
As arranged.
"Five words total. Fifteen minutes only. Be ready." After selfies and snapchats, they agreed upon these last instructions for their rendezvous.
He casually rapped his knuckles on the motel door, Room 64. She casually opened it. The neon red glow of the room's digital clock shone 12:48 p.m. on the nightstand.
Both were better in the flesh than their online profiles promised.
"Sudi?" She asked. All they had left to verbally express themselves were four spoken words …
As agreed.
He paraded himself in cornflower blue denims caressing shapely calves and thighs. His button-down opened slightly below the collarbone, clinging to gorgeous pecs. Trimmed (and hopefully cunt-tickling) stubble framed his slightly wicked yet hesitant smile.
"Amahle?" He enquired. Down to three.
She displayed herself in cranberry gossamer and chiffon that embraced the slope of her breasts and molded to the curve of her hips. Her lingerie also floated freely about the length of her legs and rhinestone sandaled feet. Her smoky coal stare and nude-glossed grin promised his cock the indescribable.
But it was the way they smelled to each other that really did the trick.
Phone sex, virtual hookups, and dirty texts never capture the heart-thumping shock of desire's essence freshly inhaled: him, the electric taste of ozone in her palate like the hint of an oncoming thundershower; her, the bouquet of sweat and earth wafting through the air to his nostrils like a field of summer morning glories beckoning the dawn.
As they hugged, their comingled scent fanned smoldering glances into a conflagration of tasty kisses, insistent fondling, and impetuous grunts.
They stumbled into the room. Sudi slammed the door locked behind them. They tumbled onto the bed: Amahle on her back with Sudi on top of her. He pulled the top of her nightie down and bottom of it up, freeing her tits and baring her snatch. The material bunched around her waist.
Amahle raised her knees to the sides of him as he feasted on her aroused nipples like succulent grapes. Sudi replaced his lips and tongue with his hands, working his mouth slowly down to her belly button while kneading her breasts. Amahle sunk into the enveloping pool of delight.
She shoved him off to free herself of the now imprisoning nightwear. After she wriggled out of it and tossed the lingerie to the floor, she guided him back on top of her and pushed his head down to her pussy. She thumbed then pulled her own teats to walnut-hard rigidity.
Sudi bathed Amahle's labia with moist laps and frenetic licks. He curled his middle and index finger into her and clamped her clit in a prolonged sucking and humming kiss.
Amahle raised her legs in the air and spread herself wide. Sudi held her legs open, his mouth testing and tempting and tasting her flowering quim from slit to bud. Amahle mewled and wailed as she watched her thighs and hips shiver.
He flipped her without warning. She thudded dully on the mattress, a snarl grumbling through her throat as she stretched her arms out, flattened her breasts against the mattress, raised her ass, and spread her knees.
Sudi quickly buried his face in her punani yet again, now with the added thrill of her ass jiggling around his nose and cheeks. Amahle twisted the bedspread in her balled-up fists.
She bounced her butt against his head. She couldn't see him pleasuring her as she moaned, but she could see the clock now show 12:53 p.m.
Her eyes flashed with hungry disregard. She pulled Sudi off the bed with her as they got to their feet. She brazenly stripped his shirt off and threw it. She traced her ruby nails down his chest and stomach, briefly enraptured.
The jangle of Amahle loosening his belt buckle snapped Sudi out of his reverie. Her hands were a blur of unrestrained want as she yanked his underwear and jeans down to his ankles. His cock stood fully out: glorious, rigid, and undeniably real for her.
She didn't wait to kiss and lick the glans as she slowly dropped to her knees. Sudi nearly toppled over as he removed a shoe and a sock from his left leg and then the same from his right, but Amahle balanced him with an outspread palm as she sucked more of his length into her greedy mouth, her other hand fondling his balls.
She slurped his veiny rod. She smooched his velvety helmet. He watched her snake and writhe below him: her eyes at one moment soft and submissive; ferociously wanton in the next.
Sudi summoned every bit of control to keep from coming right then. He opened and closed his hands and screwed his eyes shut, tilting his head back to grunt skyward. He never saw Amahle's proud smirk.
On and on she went, gurgling her saliva around his pulsing dick for another purpose.
12:58 p.m.
She led him by the cock to the bed again. She directed Sudi to his back. Amahle retrieved lube from the nightstand. She squatted above him, faced away. Holding herself up with strong legs, she slathered saliva and lube onto her fingers and into her ass.
Sudi smacked her dazzling rump, his rude attention fully matched by Amahle's concupiscent fervor.
Her round butt shook and quivered as she positioned her bumhole for thrilling impalement.
Although this sight intoxicated him, it wasn't the confident twerk of experience but instead the trembling anticipation of the neophyte.
Despite appearances, unbeknownst to each other, missed opportunities and raw frustrations led to this, their first partnered experience in life.
"This is …" Sudi whispered.
"Bliss," Amahle barked, as she fully slapped her jiggling haunches down his welcomed and greedy shaft.
As the clock alarm buzzed 1:00 p.m., their pent-up lust trumpeted a damp, mutually orgasmic sploosh that resounded in their ears and burned itself into their memories …
