Where there is a libido, there is a way

Meeting people from the internet didn't used to be as commonplace as it is now.  It used to be considered weird, and something that only desperate people do.  There is still a bit of a stigma attached to it, but it seems to be fading as the internet becomes more and more a part of people's lives.  I envision a day where people actually brag (more often) about the cool way that they found somebody online.

But it used to be weird.  So weird that when I started talking to this girl Gina, when she mentioned to her sister that she was going to meet me whilst in town for a show, that her sister "had to come with".  Not exactly my idea of fun, but in college you make do.

They were coming up on a Friday night, as the conference/show/seminar/whatever was on Saturday and Sunday. Because I was a poor student, options were limited, and when I found out that Gina's sister was deathly afraid of being in cities, the options were limited to the hotel they were staying at.  All of a sudden, this evening went from being mildly annoying, to being really difficult.  The gears in my head attempted to formulate a plan.

Gina and her sister pull in and we meet for the first time.  Gina looked like her pictures, which was a good thing.  About 5'6, dark brown hair that fell just past her shoulders.  Average build, B-cup breasts.  Not the prettiest girl ever, but certainly not the ugliest either.  We got along well via email and IM and flirted competently.  Something to go on.

The hotel's options were basically an overpriced restaurant that was attached to a kind of faux-Irish sports bar.  Just because you hang a few posters on the wall and have the hometown team's game on the TV does not make you a sports bar.  But that's a different rant for a different blog, since it's not sexy, and I feel that talking about a bunch of topics that aren't sex-related on one's sex blog is bad practice.  With great power comes great responsibility of course.

However, I digress...  Gina, her sister and I belly up to the bar and order drinks.  I get vodka.  Gina gets vodka.  Gina's sister gets Diet Coke.  The evening has barely gotten started, and I can already see how it could play out.  And the view was pretty grim, so I took matters into my own hands.

"Hey, they have a pool table, you guys wanna play?"

"Yeah, alright."

Not that we needed an ice-breaker, but billiards seemed to be an easy way for three people to interact.  It also gave me ample opportunity to tease and flirt with Gina, which was what I wanted.  Sister or no, I'd been chatting with this girl online for a few months, she was here, and I wanted to fuck her.

The night progressed, and despite the high possibility for failure, things were going pretty well.  Gina and I were each about four drinks in and getting blatantly flirty.  Gina's sister had a competitive streak and enjoyed trash talking me while playing.  And the tipsier I get, the more fun I have hurling abuse.  From what I could tell, Gina was also pleased with the fact that her sister and I got along well enough.  This of course didn't stop her from bending over and grinding her ass into my cock when she'd take her shot.  And her sister didn't seem to mind or notice.  Whichever was happening was fine with me.

Luckily the pool was free as the bar was fairly void of customers.  And the bartender appreciated girls around and comped us a bunch of free drinks.  Our buzz was definitely on.  However like most recreational games where drinking is involved (pool, darts, bowling...) the actual activity gets pretty tiring after a few hours.  We got to the point where we were sick of playing, and Gina's sister mentioned that they were tired from driving and wanted to go up to her room.  We followed, not exactly knowing how this was going to work, but being too horny to let ourselves out of each other's sights.

Again the gears starting turning in my head, though admittedly, this time a lot more slowly due to the vodka tonics.  Fucking while her sister was in the bed next to us would be a bad idea.  Driving back to my dorm while intoxicated had been drilled into my head as a Bad Idea from age four, so that was out.  My broke ass couldn't afford a hotel room, and I wasn't about to suggest Gina get one, or I'm sure she would have when she booked her room in the first place.

Their room was pretty cozy, as I had guessed.  Two beds, dresser, TV, bathroom and not much else.  Gina's sister goes into the bathroom to change.

"Now what?"

"I don't know..."

"Your sister probably wants to go to bed right?"

"Well yeah."

"I don't know."

Her sister comes back in her pajamas, and we awkwardly stand around and look at her.  Then, somehow, inspiration strikes.

"Hey let's go take a walk."

"Yeah okay."

From the looks of it, her sister didn't really like it, but was too tired to put up a fight.  Perfect.

So the plan had a beginning.  Now came part two.  We walked down the hallway, and tried to find somewhere, anywhere to go.  Trying to walk into somebody's room seemed like a pretty bad idea.  However after several doors to several rooms which all looked identical save the room number, there was a unmarked door.  We look at each other.  I approach the door, and slowly try to turn the handle.  If it was somebody's room, best not burst in on them.

It wasn't.  It was a small closet where cleaning supplies were kept.  Gina sees what I see, and we immediately rush inside.

Things accelerate extremely quickly, despite it being pitch black.  Our tongues immediately attack each other's mouths.  This lasts about five seconds, and clothing starts flying off.  My shirt, her shirt.  Her bra, my pants.  All into a heap on the ground, where they belong.  I kneel down and start sucking on her nipples.  Hard.  My hands explore her ass, and rub up and down her pussy.  She's soaking wet.

I keep working on my knees, and from her heavy breathing and panting, she seems to really be enjoying it.  So much so, that I take her panties off, which is where things get complicated.  My hands continue to pinch, tweak and grope her tits, as I move my mouth to her cunt.  It's wet, smells musky, and is hot for me.  However, there was no space for her to lay down, or even sit.  And my split-second decision is to go up on her.

Gina spreads her legs, and I crouch beneath her, and start with my tongue.  It was unclear how long I could last, but I wanted to please and tease her with my mouth the best that I could.  I tilted my head back, put three fingers into her sopping wet gash and started sucking her clit.  Fast and hard with the fingerbanging, while my tongue followed suit.

My neck started to cramp up, so I knew I had to be brief. I gave her a good hard thrust with my fingers and stood up.  She immediately kissed me full on the mouth, getting a nice taste of her pungent pussy on her tongue.  What a little slut.  I loved it.  She savored the taste for a second, and pulled away.

"Will you go down on me?"

"No, just fuck me."

Who was I to say no?

I fumble around and find my pants, and don a condom as quickly as possible.  I give her another fast, but intense kiss, and turn her around.  Her hands and possibly arms rest against the door.  My hands lift her ass up, and with one quick stroke, I'm inside her.

"Oh fuck shit, fuck.  Fuck me."

"Shhh, don't get caught."

"Fuck you.  Fuck me."

She wanted to get fucked.  I wanted to fuck her.  I start pounding her from behind.  Hard.  Fast.  Eagerly.  My right hand goes to her hips, so I can feel her bucking against me.  My left hand finds its way near her mouth.  She starts biting the bottom of my hand to keep quiet.  I fuck harder.

We keep at it.  The air gets thick with sweat and cum.  I know that I'm not going to last very long.  The combination of fucking this girl I'd only met a few hours earlier in a broom closet, and her tight, tight pussy was getting to me.  And quickly.  I take my hand out of her mouth and put it on her hips.  If I was going to cum soon, I might as well do it as hard as I could.

I roughly grab her hips and start slamming our bodies together.  Her body moves with mine and thumps against the door when I pound into her.  As I write this, I can still hear the sound the door made when I fucked her.  I remember how difficult it was to breathe.  I remember how the room smelled so pungently of sex.  And I remember absolutely loving it as I came like a fucking geyser inside of her.  My penis was rocket-fueled.

We catch our breath, and lean against the door together.  I take the condom off, and we crack the door a tiny bit open.  Coast was clear.  We quickly put clothes back on.  Gina didn't bother putting on anything except her shirt and pants.  I followed suit.  Another peek out the door.  Still nobody around, and so we quickly exit the closet.

The perfect crime.  Well, maybe not so perfect.  After they find a disheveled closet with a soiled condom and wrapper, as well as possible love stains, they may re-think their door-locking policy.  However, I didn't plan on coming back to this hotel ever again, and didn't care.

Where there is a libido, there is a way.