The Hunky Californian Daddy Part 7
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The temptation got too much and I joined one of the many online chat sites, wondering if anyone would even message me or want to meet me in person. I had read about the misfortunes of meeting strangers after a brief online chat, a few breathy phone calls and the exchange of photographs enhanced to perfect proportions. Oh, the disappointments after all the sexual build up and fantasy.
So I started chatting to a guy from USA and he offered to meet up when he came to London. Our brief internet exchanges were tame and not as flirty as one would expect from a site geared towards a quick and easy sexual encounter. Travelling for work and to watch Wimbledon, I got a message to say he was relaxing in his hotel in Bond Street, and I was welcome to come over. I called the hotel and spoke to a very masculine deep voice and felt the excitement despite being anxious at the same time.
He had seen my picture so he knew what I looked like but I had never asked to see his picture. I liked the surprise and so far the deep American accented voice made my heart beat faster as I promised to make my way over as soon as possible. After a heavy night out before I was more horny than hungover as I took a quick shower and made my way to the train station to meet the stranger with the sexy Californian accent.
I felt like a schoolboy on my first date as I wondered what he looked like and would he like me and want to do nice things to me. His accent and voice alone were enough to arouse the raging hormones as I watched the men in the train, my eyes focused on the bulges in their pants. My favourite past time on public transport and damn, I was getting horny. I arrived at the very posh looking hotel and made my way past the many wedding guests in the foyer and walked up to the suited concierge who was told to send me up to the room. The sweat started to pop out on my upper lip as I smiled and walked towards the elevator and up to my first online date with a stranger from San Francisco.
I wondered of he would like me in person while I tried to picture the man behind the sexy deep voice. The need for some skin to skin and sweaty action with a hard male body made my cock twitch at the idea. My right hand rapped softly on the door while I composed my face in case he viewed me through the tiny hole in door. He must have liked what he saw, or he was just as horny, as the door jerked open and the deep voice said, 'Hello young man. Come in.'
I tried not to register surprise at the husky dark skinned man in front of me. His full lips and grey stubble made him look quite mature and fatherly. Just how I liked them. His pair of jeans covered thick thighs while his white gold tee shirt fitted him just right. He looked like a sporty and hard and masculine and handsome daddy figure. I prayed that there was going to be some attraction from his side as I was ready to strip and hop onto his lap right there and then.
'Would you like something to drink?' he asked as I settled for water and sat opposite him so I could watch his splayed thighs and the bulge between them when he sat down. I tried not to stare too much as we spoke about tennis, his travels and work and the joys and pains of internet dating. This was my first outing I explained and he was surprised I never asked for a picture as most people insist on them. I had a lot to learn I was told.
Not everyone is going to be honest and truthful. Our conversations were non flirty but I wondered when things would heat up and who would make the first move. I had no idea if he found me sexually attractive enough to want to get naked but I was hoping he did as I was hooked on the deep voice and his hunky thighs spread open in front of me. I tried not to be caught staring too hard.
About three hours had passed when he said it was getting late and he needed to sort his stuff out for some meetings tomorrow. My heart sank at the kind dismissal for me to be on my way and I would never feel those hard thighs and strong hands on my body. He looked and sounded like a man who knew his way around another naked male body.
Taking my time to finish the now cool water in the glass, I left him to move around the white hotel room as he set out stuff, while I watched his movements with a heavy heart. He was just what I needed right now yet what a pity he did not feel the same. I asked if I could use the bathroom first and closed the door behind me. Splashing my hot face with cold water, I tried not to feel dejected and flushed the toilet despite not using it. I found the dark skinned stranger sitting on the couch but I stayed standing as if I was ready to leave.
'Would you like to do something before you leave?' he said to me as I tried to imagine what he had in mind. I was ready to rip my clothes off and asked what he meant. The deep voice ordered me to, 'Come and sit here,' and he patted the space next to his manly thighs. I went to sit next to him but he roughly onto his lap while his lips came down onto mine.
I had not been kissed in ages and tried to relax under his seeking lips and tongue. His tongue was pushing at my lips and I felt so soft against his harder body as he moved one hand and squeezed my ass cheeks under my own snug fitting faded jeans. I could feel the tension in my body and willed myself to relax against him and let his tongue push my soft lips apart and felt the sexual excitement between us as we shivered in the now semi dark room.
So I might have been wrong after all or he was just as horny as me. Don't look a gifted horse in the mouth, perhaps. We were here and both horny and something had to be done about it. But there was no time for philosophy right now as I settled into his body and let the American stranger kiss me as we played a tennis game with our tongues and lips. There was no clear leader for now but we both appeared to like the way it made us feel. But since he made the first move, I suppose he should get the first point.
So I started chatting to a guy from USA and he offered to meet up when he came to London. Our brief internet exchanges were tame and not as flirty as one would expect from a site geared towards a quick and easy sexual encounter. Travelling for work and to watch Wimbledon, I got a message to say he was relaxing in his hotel in Bond Street, and I was welcome to come over. I called the hotel and spoke to a very masculine deep voice and felt the excitement despite being anxious at the same time.
He had seen my picture so he knew what I looked like but I had never asked to see his picture. I liked the surprise and so far the deep American accented voice made my heart beat faster as I promised to make my way over as soon as possible. After a heavy night out before I was more horny than hungover as I took a quick shower and made my way to the train station to meet the stranger with the sexy Californian accent.
I felt like a schoolboy on my first date as I wondered what he looked like and would he like me and want to do nice things to me. His accent and voice alone were enough to arouse the raging hormones as I watched the men in the train, my eyes focused on the bulges in their pants. My favourite past time on public transport and damn, I was getting horny. I arrived at the very posh looking hotel and made my way past the many wedding guests in the foyer and walked up to the suited concierge who was told to send me up to the room. The sweat started to pop out on my upper lip as I smiled and walked towards the elevator and up to my first online date with a stranger from San Francisco.
I wondered of he would like me in person while I tried to picture the man behind the sexy deep voice. The need for some skin to skin and sweaty action with a hard male body made my cock twitch at the idea. My right hand rapped softly on the door while I composed my face in case he viewed me through the tiny hole in door. He must have liked what he saw, or he was just as horny, as the door jerked open and the deep voice said, 'Hello young man. Come in.'
I tried not to register surprise at the husky dark skinned man in front of me. His full lips and grey stubble made him look quite mature and fatherly. Just how I liked them. His pair of jeans covered thick thighs while his white gold tee shirt fitted him just right. He looked like a sporty and hard and masculine and handsome daddy figure. I prayed that there was going to be some attraction from his side as I was ready to strip and hop onto his lap right there and then.
'Would you like something to drink?' he asked as I settled for water and sat opposite him so I could watch his splayed thighs and the bulge between them when he sat down. I tried not to stare too much as we spoke about tennis, his travels and work and the joys and pains of internet dating. This was my first outing I explained and he was surprised I never asked for a picture as most people insist on them. I had a lot to learn I was told.
Not everyone is going to be honest and truthful. Our conversations were non flirty but I wondered when things would heat up and who would make the first move. I had no idea if he found me sexually attractive enough to want to get naked but I was hoping he did as I was hooked on the deep voice and his hunky thighs spread open in front of me. I tried not to be caught staring too hard.
About three hours had passed when he said it was getting late and he needed to sort his stuff out for some meetings tomorrow. My heart sank at the kind dismissal for me to be on my way and I would never feel those hard thighs and strong hands on my body. He looked and sounded like a man who knew his way around another naked male body.
Taking my time to finish the now cool water in the glass, I left him to move around the white hotel room as he set out stuff, while I watched his movements with a heavy heart. He was just what I needed right now yet what a pity he did not feel the same. I asked if I could use the bathroom first and closed the door behind me. Splashing my hot face with cold water, I tried not to feel dejected and flushed the toilet despite not using it. I found the dark skinned stranger sitting on the couch but I stayed standing as if I was ready to leave.
'Would you like to do something before you leave?' he said to me as I tried to imagine what he had in mind. I was ready to rip my clothes off and asked what he meant. The deep voice ordered me to, 'Come and sit here,' and he patted the space next to his manly thighs. I went to sit next to him but he roughly onto his lap while his lips came down onto mine.
I had not been kissed in ages and tried to relax under his seeking lips and tongue. His tongue was pushing at my lips and I felt so soft against his harder body as he moved one hand and squeezed my ass cheeks under my own snug fitting faded jeans. I could feel the tension in my body and willed myself to relax against him and let his tongue push my soft lips apart and felt the sexual excitement between us as we shivered in the now semi dark room.
So I might have been wrong after all or he was just as horny as me. Don't look a gifted horse in the mouth, perhaps. We were here and both horny and something had to be done about it. But there was no time for philosophy right now as I settled into his body and let the American stranger kiss me as we played a tennis game with our tongues and lips. There was no clear leader for now but we both appeared to like the way it made us feel. But since he made the first move, I suppose he should get the first point.
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