Charlie Hadley One Night in New York Erotic Story Competition Story 19

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We had just started to have fun getting to know each other when he announced he was off on a month long business trip to New York.  The trip couldn’t have come at a worse time for us and although we tried to keep the momentum going things had gone decidedly quiet.

On passing a travel agent in my lunch break I was drawn to the special offer in the window. Reduced flights to New York, before I knew what was happening I was sitting down with the cashier booking my trip.

I had no idea whether he would be pleased to see me or if I would need to find somewhere to stay once I got there but I decided to take the chance. I booked the time off at work and the following week boarded the plane for my week long trip.

Stepping off the plane I can’t shift the uneasy feeling in my stomach. Am I doing the right thing?

I stroll to the baggage claim area and find my case. I arranged for a car service to pick me up from the hotel he was staying in. He gave me the details so I could call the hotel rather than his mobile to check he was there before skyping as the internet needed time to connect.

At the car service collection point I give the attendant my details and the driver of my limo service guides me to a blacked out car, carrying my luggage for me. I sit in the soft leather seats and gaze at the skyline as he drives across the bridge into the city.

My chest can barely contain my fast beating heart as we near our destination, the Trump International Hotel overlooking Central Park. I remember walking through the park on a previous visit and had a romantic idea that we would stroll through the park together hand in hand.

Before I know it the car stops, the door opens and a man is offering me a steady hand to help me out of the car. I instantly wish I’d dressed more appropriately instead of travelling in tight jeans and fitted T Shirt, at least I wore my heeled boots. Everyone is immaculately dressed in smart business suits and expensive clothes and I smell like an airplane, wishing I had a room to shower in before seeing if he was home.

The early evening sun is falling and a gentle breeze catches my hair as I am ushered into the marble foyer, my luggage travelling behind me. I want to laugh, I feel like I am in a movie. It is all so unnatural and out of place compared to the hotels I’m used to. A perk of being on a business trip with the company picking up the bill!

As I approach the reception desk my nerve starts to fail me. What am I going to say? A place like this won’t appreciate uninvited visitors and I am certainly that.

“Good evening Madam. How can I be of assistance?” The receptionist smiled.

I clear my throat. “I’m here to visit Mr Langdon in Room 17.  He doesn’t know I’m coming. Do you know if he is back from the office yet?” I smile, swallowing hard, my mouth suddenly dry with nerves.

“Yes, I believe Mr Langdon is in his room. I’m afraid I will have to announce your visit. We are not allowed to just let people go through unannounced. I’m sure you understand. Please take a seat and I will call through to the room. It shouldn’t take a minute. Who shall I say is calling?”

“Hayley Jamieson.” The receptionist smiles and nods towards the waiting area.

I nervously sit in one of the chairs, my heart pounding out of my chest. What if he says he has never heard of me? What if I flew all this way and he doesn’t feel the same anymore?

I begin to stare at the door and on the other side my freedom from embarrassment. But then what? Alone in New York with no place to stay and it’s getting dark. I really should have thought this through. Being so spontaneous is just not me, he always teases me about it, and I think that was why I wanted to prove I could do it.

“Miss Jamieson. Dwayne will show you to your room.” The receptionist leans forward and smiles, handing me a key card and gesturing towards a bell hop carrying my luggage.

Remembering I need to tip I rummage in my bag for a note as the lift takes us to the seventeenth floor.

As the lift pings and the door opens I lose my nerve and stall in the door way. “It’ll be fine Miss, trust me.” Dwayne gently nudges my back and forces me out into the corridor taking the key card out of my hand as I offer him the note from my bag. “Thank you, Miss.”

As he is about to swipe the door I stop him. “I think I need to do this alone.” Dwayne hands me back the key card and smiles. “You’ll be fine.” He says as a parting gesture on his way to the lift.

Once the corridor is once again empty I go to swipe the key card but freeze. I hear a noise inside and turn to run just as the door swings open.

“There you are.” A sweet voice says as he grabs my arm and pulls me into him kissing me urgently on the lips. He pulls back and we catch our breath. “I’ve missed you.”

He guides me into the room and I’m instantly floored by the skyline. The lights are all coming on as the evening sun falls behind the tall buildings. I feel his hands slide round my waist pulling me into him, soft music playing on the IPod in the background.

I turn to face him catching a glimpse of the messy hotel room as I do. “You could have tidied up a bit.” He bites my lip and smiles.

“Always telling me off aren’t you? Did you really come all this way to tell me to tidy up?” He winks and flashes me that boyish smile. He hands slide down onto my arse kneading away as he digs his thumbs into me.

“Well, seeing as you don’t call or message me anymore I thought I would come and check you’re still alive.” I step back and walk over to the window to get a better look at the stunning view.

“I’m very much alive now you’re here. Seeing you standing in front of that window is giving me all sorts of nice ideas! Bend over for me.” I look back over my shoulder and see he has sat on the edge of the bed.

“You want me to bend over? What do I get if I do?” I smirk. I might have come all this way but I’m not putting in all the effort.

“If you don’t do it, you won’t find out.” He crosses his arms and stares.

He hasn’t been back from work long as he is still in his suit, he has unbuttoned his shirt and I can see the outline of his impressive abs through his tight t-shirt.

“You are no fun when you don’t play with me!” I pull my little girl face, the one I know he can’t resist and lean against the window.

“Right, that’s how you want it then!” He is up like a shot and chasing me across the room. Before catching me and grabbing me roughly. “If you’re not going to be a good girl, I will have to make you.” The course words excite me instantly as he knew they would, it’s not the first time we have played this game.

“Take off your shirt.” I do as I am told, trying to look sorry for myself and play the role but inside I’m smiling.

He takes off his belt and binds one of my hands to the bed. “Now are you going to be a good girl?”

I stop and look at him for a moment, trying to read what he wants. Those beautiful hazel eyes that I adored from the moment I first saw him and those plump lips I could kiss all day. I look deep into his eyes and see it, the little signal I’m waiting for.

“Make me.” Our eyes light up. We both know what comes next. My lacy knickers are moist at the thought of it but then he always has that effect on me.

“Right then, you infuriating woman.” He pushes me down onto the bed and grabs the waistband of my jeans. Quickly unbuttoning them and roughly tugging them down my legs. At the sight of my blue lace knickers he smiles. He pulls off my boots and throws them across the room with my jeans following quickly behind.

I see his trousers straining under the weight of his growing arousal and reach out my hand to touch him. He knocks my hand away. “Did I say you could touch?”

With that he flips me over and spanks my arse.  I’ve missed his big hand leaving his mark on my soft white skin, each slap exciting me even more.

“Right, now you need to do as you are told.” I turn around so I’m facing him, my arse smarting as I sit on the bed attentively listening for my orders.  He takes off his shirt and T Shirt as I sit and watch, admiring the view.

“I want you to unzip my trousers and show me how much you want me.” With my free hand I pull him closer by the waistband of his trousers. Undoing the button and zip and rubbing his erection as his trousers fall to his knees. His tight white boxers showing the outline of the hard cock I had come to know well in the weeks before he left, now straining to be released and pleasured.

He steps closer so he’s standing pressed up against me in between my legs. “What are you waiting for?” He grabs my hair and goes to pull down his boxers with his free hand.

“Not yet!” I grab his hand and suck on his fingers as he plays with my hair roughly. After a few seconds I can’t wait any longer and I reach for the band of his pants freeing his erection and watching it bounce to attention.

I lick the long thick shaft as he grabs my hair harder. “Good girl, now open wide.” Showing off that boyish grin that he knows I can’t resist. I stare up at him as he slides his hard cock in my mouth and begins to fuck my face.

I gag at the size of him in my mouth as he knew I would.  The noise makes him go faster.  His breathing changes and I can feel him building towards his climax. I know he is about to ask me if he can do it but something changes. He lets go of my head and stops.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wanted…  I was going to ask.” I’ve never seen him tongue tied before he’s always so confident.

“You can ask me anything, you know that. I want to give you what you need, whatever that is. All you have to do is ask.” I take his cock in my hand and rub it gently.

He starts to play with my hair again as he moans contentedly. I begin to lick the shaft flicking my tongue across the head as the pre-cum begins to glisten. “I was going to ask you to swallow.”

I stop and look up at him. He takes a step back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Hey, where are you going? Get back here.” I grab his cock and pull him gently towards me. “You took me by surprise that’s all. You normally want to see me wearing your load. I’ve never tried to swallow before but if that’s what you want, you can be my first.” I begin to suck him hard as he runs his hand through my hair.

“Thank you.” He murmurs as he closes his eyes and enjoys the sensations I am providing.

Alternating between sucking, licking and squeezing his balls he is soon ready to deliver his load once more. This time he doesn’t stop me. The warm salty liquid spurts out and down my throat, catching me unaware and I try to cough in reaction.  He groans contentedly and pulls his cock out of my mouth as he opens his eyes.

“Are you ok? That felt so good. You are amazing.” He reaches to untie my hand as I run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. Not exactly the romantic evening I had planned.

I sit on the cold marble floor of the bathroom as he hands me a glass of water. “I’m sorry that wasn’t exactly what I planned.” He sits next to me on the floor in just his boxers and pulls me onto his lap.

“Hey, don’t apologise. That felt amazing. We have all night for me to repay the favour and I intend to use the time wisely. I’ve missed you. You have no idea how happy I was when the receptionist called to say you were here. I’ve been thinking about asking you to visit but I didn’t think you would.”  He brushes his fingers across my nipples as he talks, staring at my ample breasts before burying his head in my chest.

“I think I should clean my teeth first.” I go to get up off the floor but he stops me.

“Sit on the edge of the bath.” I sit on the cold bath wincing at the bruises on my arse. “Sorry, was I a bit rough earlier? I’ll kiss it all better I promise.”

He pulls my legs apart and kneels between them, licking my wet pussy through the lace of my knickers. Slowly he pulls my knickers down and throws them over his shoulder.

Starting at the ankle he gently licks my leg all the way up to my thigh. The excitement builds as I run my fingers through his hair. Usually precious about his hair when we are alone I am allowed to own it and I take great delight in making it as messy as possible.

He begins to lick my pussy again playing with my nipples as he does. He stops to place my legs over his shoulders and I grab his head roughly in between my legs, just the way he wants. Holding his head down as he licks more urgently building my excitement until I am ready to climax. I lean back as he makes me cum and I let go of his head as he looks up and smiles at me before licking his lips. “Now we both need to clean our teeth.”

He stands me up and we clean our teeth together in the mirror, him stroking my naked arse with his spare hand. Once we are finished he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom.

“Now, what would Madam like for being such a good girl?” I glance around the room with him still holding me in his big arms, gently planting kisses on my shoulder.

“Put me down and I’ll show you.” He stands me down and I grab him hard and kiss him, biting his lip then sliding my tongue in his mouth. I feel him smile and my heart melts, happy to be caught in the moment.

I back away and go over to the window, looking out at all the lights of the city all around us. The window offers a little privacy but the idea excites me. I lean against the window and bend forward as I hear a moan from behind me.

“Good girl.” I turn and look back over my shoulder to see him standing there naked and rubbing himself as he watches me leaning against the window. “Tell me what you want?”

I shake my head. Turn to face him and take off my bra, watching his eyes light up at the sight of my naked breasts. He moans and he begins to rub harder. I run my hand down my body and slide my fingers into my pussy whilst rubbing my breasts never taking my eyes off him.

“Such a fucking good girl. Bend over for me.” I turn back to the window and lean against it with my legs open wide. I hear a loud guttural moan behind me and smile as I feel his hands slide round my waist. “You want this don’t you, you naughty girl.” He whispers in my ear as he slides the head of his long, fat, hard cock into me.  I bang my head on the window in surprise.

“Shit, sorry are you ok?” He stops and turns me round so I can see his face. Kissing my forehead where I bumped it and smiling as he feels my hand grabbing his cock. “Come here.” He grabs me and lifts me as I instinctively wrap my long legs around his waist leaning my back against the window.

He slides back inside me and begins pounding a rhythm hard into me. Licking and biting my nipples as I bounce up and down with him. Bringing me to climax but stopping as I get close.

He pulls out and sets me down, turning me around so I am facing out the window as he bends me over and roughly enters me building his rhythm again as his fingers pull at my nipples. I can barely contain myself as he stops again. My mind is a complete blank of ecstasy, my knees weak as he picks me up once more and carries me to the bed.

I moan as he lays me down, pulling him on top of me as he slides back inside me and continues to build my arousal. I draw my nails up and down his back and rub my thumb across his neck. This time I don’t want him to stop. He pulls back, stands and places my legs on his shoulders, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

As if he reads my mind he looks down and says “Don’t worry this time you’re mine.” He builds his rhythm once more. I moan and gasp as wave after wave of pleasure flows over me.  I try to focus on him and only him, the man making me feel so many emotions at once that my mind can’t keep up, but everything is just a blur. His contended moaning drive me to distraction.

I begin to scream as he pounds harder and faster into me spurred on by my reactions.  “Now, please now.” I breathe, unable to contain the emotion any longer. He increases the pace and until I feel his body let go taking me with him as he collapses into a sweaty and sticky mess on the bed on top of me.

My hands go into his hair as I hold him close to me and feel his heart pounding in his chest. I kiss his head as he wraps his hands and body around me and I feel his breathing change.

“Thank you for being here. I missed you.” He murmurs before kissing my lips and laying his head against my chest.

“I’ll always be here.” I whisper as I stroke the back of his head and feel him fall asleep on me. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

One Night in New York Erotic Story Competition Story 19
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