He likes when I get there before him.  I do, too.  I like the anticipation of waiting for him to arrive, taking my time to get ready for him.  I always arrange the lighting just so, turn on some romantic music and even add a spritz of his favorite perfume behind my knees.  In fact, the build up to our rendezvous always leave me a little breathless with excitement.

Sometimes, he gives me specific instructions to follow.  “Be naked,” he’ll say.  “And leave the door cracked so that I can just walk in.  I want you on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.”

Once, he wanted me to greet him wearing only high heels and a blindfold.  Another time I surprised him and answered the door in a sexy bustier and thigh-highs.  And then there was the time he brought handcuffs!  That was really fun. 

This last time he knew exactly what he wanted.  He called me and said that he wanted me to “… open the door naked, and then fall to your knees and suck me!”

Otis* is one of my boyfriends.  Yeah, I have more than one.  But, I’m not sleeping with all of them.  Besides, you know me: I’m always safe and always honest.

Anyway, Otis and I hardly ever see each other.  He lives 2,000 miles away and only comes to town a couple of times a year.  Early in our relationship, we established a routine of meeting at nice hotels rather than my apartment.  In fact, he’s never even seen my current place and I’ve never seen where he lives, either.  We like it that way … it works for us.  Our entire relationship works for us.

We stay in touch regularly because we’re actually good friends.  He gives great advice about everything from work-related stuff to finances, to whatever man drama I happen to be going through.  But at least twice a year he comes to town and we get together, usually spending one or two nights on sexual lockdown in a nice hotel. 

This time when Otis arrived, I was shaking with anticipation.  Like he asked, I was completely naked when I answered his knock.  But before I could honor his other request and drop to my knees, he pulled me into his arms for a long, searing kiss. 

We kissed passionately for a few moments, unable to tear ourselves from each other’s arms.  It had been more than six months since we’d laid eyes on each other and I’d missed him.  And judging from the bulge in his pants, he’d missed me, too.

We finally ended the kiss and it was time to play my part.  I was a little nervous and fumbled a bit with his belt.  He helped me though, and in no time at all, I had him deep in my mouth. 

My nerves immediately settled once I started sucking him.  I was in familiar territory and knew exactly what Otis liked.  Within minutes he was moaning my name and reaching his peak.  Mission accomplished!  Now it was my turn.

I stretched out on the bed and waited for what was sure to be a treat.  For the past few weeks, Otis had been obsessed with going down on me.  He texted about it, he called me in the middle of the night about it (which always led to some pretty intense phone sex).  To hear him tell it, he couldn’t think about anything else!  Just that morning, when he called to confirm our rendezvous and give me my “instructions”, he said that as soon as I was done with him, he was going to spend hours just feasting on me! 

And he didn’t lie.  Without speaking a word, Otis joined me on the bed and went at me like I was his last meal.  And man, did he work it out, too!  He wasn’t just content to eat me the old fashioned way with me on my back.  No, he came at me from every angle! 

At one point, I was lying on my side, hanging off the edge of the bed, with one leg in the air.  I’m not even sure exactly where the rest of his body was, but I think it was behind me.  Anyway, his tongue was doing things to me that had me begging for mercy!  To this day, I’m still not sure exactly what happened.

I finally had to stop after having yet another explosive orgasm while sitting on his face.  I collapsed on the bed and told him “No more”!  I was covered in sweat, my thighs were still trembling, and I’m pretty sure I summoned every known deity in the universe.  But there’s just so much mind-numbing pleasure a girl can take!

We rested a while and finally had a chance to catch up with each other.  We chatted about our jobs, our kids (he’s divorced with joint custody), a few friends we have in common.  And then it was time to get back to the business at hand.

Here’s what I love about my rendezvous with Otis: we can go from casual conversation about report cards and driver’s training to wild and nasty sex in seconds.  And both are equally enjoyable. 

But he didn’t travel 2,000 miles and pay for that expensive room to chit-chat.  And six months without an Otis fix is just too long.  So we got busy.  Nothing too fancy this time, just good, old-fashioned, down ‘n dirty sex!

Otis has this way of wringing orgasms out of me no matter how exhausted I am.  The way my body responds to his touch, his voice … I swear that man can make me cum from across the room!  And I didn’t too badly either, if I do say so myself.  I had him screaming my name and begging for more.  In other words, we had fun!

We spent the entire weekend in bed, ordering room service every few hours to refuel and taking the occasional shower.  By the time we checked out on Sunday, we were both exhausted and sore, but sated.  Returning to the real world (he had to rush to the airport and I had to pick up my kid) wouldn’t be easy after a weekend of decadence, but at least we were smiling.

It might be another six months before I see Otis again, but it’ll probably take me that long to recover!

*Otis isn’t his real name, of course.  I always changed the names and a few details to protect the not-so-innocent!