Recently I flew to San Antonio on last-minute business.

After suffering through meetings all day, I was enjoying dinner and music with some friends at a trendy restaurant. Leaning back in my chair, sipping a glass of wine, I was finally letting loose and feeling mellow.

Suddenly there was something blocking my view of the band. I looked up and locked eyes with one gorgeous hunk. This guy gave new meaning to the cliche “tall, dark, and handsome.”

“I think I just found the prettiest girl in the room,” he said to me in a soft, slow drawl.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I said, flirting right back.

“Only when it’s true,” he said, grinning. “Let’s dance”.

I followed him onto the dance floor, which was filled with gyrating bodies. This was the perfect opportunity to check out the rest of this dude’s body.

At midnight he suggested leaving. I was more than ready to get some fresh air, and my friends had left long before. As soon as we were past the door, he grabbed me and pulled my face to his. I could feel his rising flesh next to my stomach.

“Where are you staying?” he asked.

“Not so fast,” I said, desperately wanting to rip off all my clothes and fuck him then and there. “Tomorrow is an early day for me.”

“Me too,” he said, “but there is always tomorrow night if you’re still here.”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked. “Besides, I usually know a guy’s name before I go out with him.”

“Just call me Milton,” he said.

“And I’m Nora,” I said.

“Okay, Nora. I’ll walk you back to your hotel, but I would really like to see you tomorrow.” I don’t remember ever wanting anything more in my life. We agreed to meet at the bar in my hotel at eight the following night.

The next day I could hardly concentrate on my work. I felt excited and flushed just thinking of seeing Milton, and I hoped he felt the same way. When I stood up from my chair, I saw I’d left a damp spot that had soaked through from my panties. I rushed out, hoping no one noticed.

Back at my hotel I luxuriated in a bubble bath and oiled my skin. My shaved pussy lips were swollen with anticipation, and I felt that if I so much as touched my throbbing clitoris it would immediately explode. Always one to make the best of a situation, I climbed nude into the soft bed and started stroking my nipples and my still-pulsating cunt. The fireworks were just seconds away when the phone rang.

I picked up and heard Milton’s husky voice say, “Meet me downstairs at the bar.” I threw on a miniskirt and a halter top, but wore no bra or panties. At the bar I slipped onto the stool next to him.

“You look incredible,” he said, shaking his head. He poured me a glass of champagne from the chilled bucket beside him, kissed me on the mouth, and started nuzzling my ear. I again felt moistness seeping from my throbbing pussy.

Leading him by the hand, I took him up to my room. Once inside the door, he gently started kissing my lips and neck while I ran my hands over his firm abs and strong shoulders. Slipping off my halter top, he massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples until I wanted to scream. We finished undressing and I headed for the bed.

“Wait. Come here — it’s so beautiful this time of night,” he said as he led me to the balcony’s sliding glass door. I could now see his totally erect, thick, beautiful penis. Kneeling down, I took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage and gently sucked until he begged me to wait.

Milton turned me around to face the river below. He stood behind me, encircling me in his arms. Grabbing my ass, he spread my legs slightly and slid his throbbing cock into my warm, moist pussy. His right hand found my hard pearl, and he stroked it in rhythm with his thrusts. I leaned on the rail of the balcony to allow him to fuck me as deeply as possible. We both got rather verbal, exploding within seconds of each other. Couples strolling below must have enjoyed observing our passion right over their heads.

Afterward, lying on the bed, we laughed ourselves silly, then spent the rest of the night licking and sucking. I learned what the term well fucked meant. As it turns out, Milton and I live in the same city, and we have enjoyed many more sexual experiences together.