IN A ROOM

THE MEET UP

The restaurant in the busiest part of Toronto was full this evening, just as usual in summer, where people go on vacation for the season. Scott is lucky to get the table he had asked when he made the reservation. It is a table for two, located in the quiet corner of the room, with partitions around it, making it a cubicle-like spot, perfect for intimate conversation.

He heard a car pulling over in front of the restaurant and got up to the door to see who it was. He saw a pretty young-looking woman stepping out of the car, carrying a small overnight bag and a small sling bag. She waved good bye to the lady on the driver's seat, and the car drove away. When she looked up towards the restaurant door, she instantly recognized Scott who was walking towards her with big smile on his face.

He gave her a big welcome hug. She was so tiny he had to bend down to meet her eyes. Wearing her low heeled shoes, the top of her head reached just a little above his middle chest. She looked up and exclaimed, "My, you are really really tall!"

Scott laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, guiding her to the restaurant. "Welcome to Toronto, little Bree. I'm glad we both can make it this time."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm glad we finally get to meet," Bree replied softly.

The dinner went perfectly as planned. They both decided to have Italian dishes, which she transferred some of the content on her plate to Scott's, protesting about the huge portions . Scott tried to convince Bree that she needed her energy, but failed. He ended up finishing all of them, to Bree's amusement.

Their conversation flew smoothly. Just like they way the had done online, with chat applications, each from the opposite sides of the world. But this time they got to hold hands, which Scott couldn't resist doing all evening, except when they had to eat.

After dinner, Scott proposed a stroll along the streets down town to their hotel instead of taking a taxi. She agreed since it would help calm her tumultous storm inside her chest eversince she met him.

He took her overnight bag and they walked hand in hand while chatting lightly and see some of the city by night. It didn't take long to get to their hotel. Alone in the elevator going up to the 17th floor, he could not resist the temptation any more. He turned to her, pulled her close and kissed her soft lips. She was surprised but made no attempt to refuse him. It was a tender kiss, yet filled with pent-up emotions that had been hiding in the months of their online relationship.

The room was very nice and fancy. Bree admired everything. From the twin queen-sized beds, the mirror ceiling, and the jacuzzi. Scott found her enthusiasm so endearing that he could not help pulling her close again and kiss her deeply. She was more than ready to surrender herself to him and kissed him back with equal passion. She managed to whisper to him between kisses.

"Please be gentle with me. I haven't done this for a long time."

"I promise," Scott replied under his breath. "I will never hurt you. You are too precious to me. I will make you the happiest, most content woman in the world."

He slowly undid every piece of her garment, one by one, admiring her every step of the way. She blushed but did not try to shield her nakedness from him. She knew he liked her body even before they met, from the pictures they had exchanged. He traced every lines of her soft curves, her shoulders, breasts, waist and hips.

"Beautiful," he whispered. "Perfect just like a little angel should be."

She fumbled with his shirt buttons and he quickly shrugged his own clothes off. Her hands softly caressed his well-built chest.

"You know I've never touched a hairy chest," she shyly admitted.

"I'm honoured to be your first."

She looked up at him, invited him to kiss her full lips, which he did gladly. His hands roamed her body, touching, stroking everywhere. Squeezing her lovely bum that he adored so much. She gripped on to his muscular arms to steady herself.

After a while she broke their kiss wanting to explore more of him. Even when she tip-toed, she could only reach his chest. So she started to kiss him there, inhaling the manly scent of his and went further down. She undid his pants and let it drop to the floor. Without leaving her lips from his skin, she knelt down in front of him.

She kissed the growing bulge inside his underpants. Lingering for a while, not even using her hands nor taking off his boxer, earning his impatient sighs for that. She then pulled it down a little bit, the tip of his cock peeking from the top of his boxer.

"Hello, little Sir. We finally meet," she planted a soft kiss on the tip.

"Little Bree, stop teasing me. Take it off now!" Scott commanded.

She pushed the boxers down and helped him step out of both the outer and under pants. He stood naked, his hard cock pointing towards her. She cradled it with both hands and ran her tongue along the shaft. It was so delicious he groaned out loud. She explored every inch of his man part with her hands, lips and tongue. She put it in her mouth and suck like a child would do a lollypop. He held her head, ran his fingers through her hair enjoying every second of her attention.

Just when he felt he was about to explode, he stopped her. She protested but he was adamant.

"No, little girl. It's my time now."

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He started kissing her lips with so much passion, then moved to her neck and shoulders, his hand fondling her breasts all the time. He lowered his head and close his mouth around her right nipple while rolling the other with his fingers. She moaned softly, stroking his neck, shoulders and back. He took it in turns giving equal attention to both her breasts.

He kissed every inch of her front, slowly slid himself down. He parted her legs and found what he had been longing for. Kissing the sensitive folds between her legs, he heard her moaning louder. He opened her lovely bud a little and sucked the hidden pearl of joy. Over and over he did it until he felt her legs started to shake. the sensation was getting very intense, she cried out half begging him to stop. But he did not intent to stop. It was his promise to her that he was fulfilling now.

After satisfying himself on her multiple climaxes, Scott pulled himself back on top of her. She looked so breath takingly beautiful to him. With her hair in disarray, her eyes shining half swimming with happy tears. He kissed her deeply, pulled her close, holding her so tight.

"What do you want now?" He asked. "Tell me"

"I want you inside me," Bree murmured.

"Beg for it."

"Please, Sir. I need you so much. Please take me. Please," she pleaded.

"Good girl."

He positioned himself comfortably between her legs. Their eyes locked into each other, as he slowly pushed his way inside her. For a moment she held her breath. Then as he smoothly slid inside her, she breathed out in relief. It felt so good for both of them. They drink deeply in the sensation they created in the union of their bodies.

They both moved rhythmically, as if they instinctively knew what their partner wanted. The noises they made grew louder and louder by each thrust. Their breathing got heavier as they took their pleasure on each other's touches. Moans and cries from both of them filled the air in the fancy hotel room.

Harder and faster they moved. Skin caressing skin, hands holding tight. Lips uttering unintelligible words of affection and ecouragement. Hips grinding in unison. Finally she let out her final cry of ultimate pleasure. Almost the exact time he let out his own roar as he released inside her.

The movement slowed down to gentle pulsing as he emptied himself fully in her. She accepted every drop from him gladly. He collapsed on top of her, but still thoughtful enough not to crush her. She felt his heavy breathing on her neck, the sound felt like music in her ear. Caressing his head she whispered, "Thank you, Sir."

He looked up into her eyes and said, "No. Thank YOU, little girl."

They kissed again deeply with the same passion they had shared before. Big smiles were planted on their lips as he rolled onto his back on the bed, taking her with him. They drifted off to sleep with her head on his chest and his arm around her body.