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I'll admit that I'm feeling a little nervous. It's New
Year's Eve, and I'm alone in a motel room in a strange city.
We've talked many times, but this will be our first time to
meet in person. I was delighted when you asked me to spend
New Year's with you, but now I'm starting to feel a bit
apprehensive. For a brief moment I contemplate calling the
whole thing off, hopping a cab back to the airport with the
hopes of trading in my return ticket for something tonight.
But it is only a passing thought, the inevitable cold feet.
I suck up my courage and determine to go though the evening.

It is almost time. I stop off to look in the mirror, making
a final check to make sure that everything is in place. I
pull on my blue strapless party dress, making sure that my
breasts are in place, showing off an ample amount of
cleavage. Beneath the dress I am wearing lacy panties and a
garter belt holding up my nylons. Remembering your
preferences, I am wearing two-inch spiked heels. My long,
dark brown hair is being worn up, styled so that a few curly
strands fall down in front of my ears. Around my neck is a
tasteful silver necklace, highlighted with several small but
sparkling diamonds. I take a tube of lipstick and apply the
deep red color to my lips, smacking them on a tissue to
clean off the excess. Finally, I am ready.

Any doubts I may have about my appearance are cleared up in
the elevator on the way down, which I share with a young man who is trying very hard not to stare at me. The
exhibitionist in me takes over briefly as I exit into the
lobby ahead of him, giving my walk an extra bit of sway to
show off my ass. I am a few minutes early, so I take a seat
in the lobby, anxiously watching the entrance for you to
appear.

Finally you arrive. You look so smart and handsome in your
tailored tuxedo. As we greet with a hug, any doubts I had
vanish. Suddenly, it feels so right to be with you this
evening.

Taking my arm, you lead me out of the lobby and on to the
banquet hall. It is a fairly large party, perhaps a hundred
people. A live band is playing quietly as the party goers
are just starting to head to the buffet. You got the tickets
for the event from a friend of yours, so neither of us know
any of the other guests. But that's just as well, as we
spend the entire evening just talking with each other. We
are in heavy flirting mode, touching and laughing as we eat
our meal. As we eat our dessert (a delicious chocolate
cheesecake) I kick off my shoe from my right foot and start
to gently massage the inside of your calf under the table. I
get the desired response as you drop your fork and smile at
me.

After we finish eating you invite me out to the dance floor.
I replace my shoe and take your offered hand, following you
to the open area for a slow dance. I tense up briefly as
your arm wraps around my waist, but soon I relax as we begin
to move across the floor with the slow rhythm. Seizing the
moment, I kiss you, warm and tenderly on your mouth. You
respond by pulling me a fair bit closer, so that my breasts are pressing firmly against your chest. Our sweaty palms
part so my arms can wrap around your shoulders as your left
hand joins your right along the small of my back. We are now
barely swaying with the music as our foreheads press
together and our noses just barely touch.

When the song ends the band starts an up-tempo number, but
we leave the dance floor rather than continue dancing; we
are both getting riled up, and we don't want to work it off
on the floor. It had been our intention at the beginning of
the evening to ring in the new year at the party, but now I
can think of nothing else than taking you up to my hotel
room to work off our sexual tension in a much more
productive fashion. We stop briefly to claim my purse from
the coat check before heading hand-in-hand through the lobby
to the elevators.

We get on the elevator with an older couple who are
apparently too tired to see the evening through to the end.
We stand in the back of the car, our arms around each other.
Your hand starts to rub my ass through my dress, a prelude
for what is to come.

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When the other couple gets off the elevator on the sixth
floor, we turn up the heat. Moving in front of me, you press
your body up against mine and push me against the back wall.
Our mouths meet for a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues
jousting with the hormonal energy we are generating. The
next eleven floors pass all too quickly, and before we know
it the doors open as the pleasant but neutral voice
announces our arrival at the eighteenth floor. Reluctantly,
we part and step out on to my floor. When we make it to my
room, your hands are all over me as I fumble through my
purse looking for the plastic card that serves as he room
key. I scold you playfully and slap your hand, asking you to
please control yourself for twenty seconds so that I can get
us into the room.

Once inside, our moods suddenly shift. The tension has
shifted up to another notch, and once again we feel nervous.
I call down to room service to have them send up a bottle of
champagne so that we will be able to celebrate the changing
of the calendar in an appropriate fashion. For the next
fifteen minutes we sit on the edge of the bed, necking like
two high schoolers on our second date. We both laugh as I
take off your tie and toss it across the room.

As our comfort level slowly rises, our boldness returns. You
place your hand on the inside of my thigh and slowly move it
up towards my crotch. As you begin to rub my pussy through
my panties I kiss you harder and deeper. You tug on my
panties, lowering them down past the hem of my dress to my
knees. I moan with pleasure as your fingers gently explore
the folds of my pussy.

We are interrupted by a knock on the door along with a voice
announcing the arrival of our room service. I stay seated on
the edge of the bed while you go to the door. Since the room
is in my name I have to sign the receipt. The young man delivering our champagne--he cannot be older than
seventeen--brings the slip over to me to sign. When he
notices the position of my panties he blushes in
embarrassment. I act as if nothing is wrong, signing my name
with a bit of a flair before the boy quickly excuses
himself.

I ask if you want to open the champagne now, but you reply
that you'd prefer to save if for later, as there is
something else you'd rather taste right now. You kneel on
the floor in front of me, pull my panties all the way off,
and gently spread my legs apart, causing my dress to ride up
to my hips. With my bare pussy displayed in all its glory in
front of you, you lean your face down and start to lick me.
It feels so good, your tongue penetrating me.

After a few good minutes of your tongue in my pussy and on
my clit I stop you, pulling your head up from my crotch by
your chin. I laugh as your lower lip sticks out in a pout,
your mouth gleaming slightly from my pussy juices. I wipe
your mouth off with my hand and give you a big exaggerated
kiss. We stand and I turn my back to you, asking you to take
off my dress. You unzip me and then pull the dress down off
my breasts. I feel your hands run down the sides of my
abdomen and hips as you peel the dress down and off. I kick
the dress away, not caring where it lands. Your hands move
up and caress my breasts as you kiss and nibble my neck. Now
wearing only my garter belt, stockings and heels, I slowly
grind the backside of my naked body against you as your
hands roam all over me.

I turn around so that I am facing you and start to unbutton
your shirt. It takes me a while to accomplish my task, as
you are constantly distracting me with kisses. Finally I
finish and you discard your shirt somewhere near my dress. I
gently run my long nails across your chest and down your
stomach to your waist. I quickly unfasten your buckle and
pull off your belt, then unzip your slacks and pull them
down to your feet along with your underwear.

You discard your pants, shoes and socks as we move the
action back over to the bed. You lay back, propping yourself
up with your arms and spreading your legs to give me easy
access to your cock. I lean over your thigh, grab ahold of
your cock and begin to lick. Your cock grows longer and
harder until it is at full attention, at which point I take
your cockhead between my lips.

As I suck on your erect cock, I feel your hand between my
legs, teasing them open. I spread them slightly so that your
fingers can slip up inside my juicy pussy. We continue this
way for a while, until I feel myself moving close to an
orgasm. But I don't want to come until I have your cock
inside me. So quickly I change position so that I'm
straddling your cock and I quickly lower myself onto you.
With only a few quick strokes I begin to come. The wonderful
warm feeling starts inside me an explodes outward as I
scream with pleasure and dig my nails into your shoulders.

With your hard shaft still inside me I collapse forward on
top of you, pressing my breasts into your chest. You hold me
tight and kiss me, our bodies entwined and merged. Then you
roll us over into the missionary position and begin to fuck
me in earnest. I let out sharp cries of passion with each
firm thrust as your cock fills the inside of my pussy. Soon
I am coming again, and then you are too, filling me with
loads of your hot sticky jism.

After our mutual climax you move off of me and roll to my
side. I glance over to the clock on the nightstand and
notice the time. 12:01. We rang in the New Year together in
a state of orgasmic bliss.

Once we've had a chance to relax and recover, we break out
the champagne. When you open the bottle the bubbly sprays
all over, splashing on our naked bodies. When we've each
finished a glass we turn our attention to cleaning each
other off--with our tongues. You pay special attention to my
large, firm breasts, licking and sucking on them far more
than needed to clean up the champagne.

We finish off the bottle of champagne and then fall into a
blissful sleep in each other's arms. We part in the
morning, but not before making plans to meet up again next
month. I'll be counting the days!