Hotel Heat: Late Night Texts

The insistent vibration of my phone shattered the quiet of the hotel room. “Hey babe, u up???”, the message read from Kitty. I glanced at the television, still displaying the static of FX, and replied, “Yep! Not tired, watching TV, u???”. Her response was immediate: “Same! Just took a bath.” A slow smile spread across my face. “Oooooh…how was it?” The hesitant tone in her message hinted at something more than just a relaxing soak. “Lonely…” she confessed, the single word carrying a weight I understood all too well. “Did you use the bath bomb?” Curiosity piqued, I typed back, “Mhm! Fluffy bath <3”. Her reply was quick and enthusiastic: “Nice!”. A playful exchange followed, a series of innocent questions and responses designed to build anticipation. “Did you shower?” I inquired, enjoying the back-and-forth banter. “Yes ma’am! Just finished”, she responded, leaving no doubt about her freshness. “I love you after a shower..”, she added, sealing the deal. “I know you do I’m also naked…” My fingers danced across the screen as I crafted my next message: “Mmmm…What r your hands doing rn???????”. The pause that followed felt like an eternity. “My hands are missing you, that’s what! ”, she finally replied, sending a shiver down my spine. The playful tone shifted, becoming more suggestive, more demanding. “I love your hands…kinda in the same way you love my feet..”, she continued, a hint of challenge in her words. “Ha! Really????”, I challenged, savoring the moment. “Mhm :3 They’re so strong and manly…and they know where to touch me and grab me.” The compliment felt both intimate and stimulating. “Awwwww! That would explain why you suck on my fingers so much during foreplay…” I remembered our first time, the way her hands had moved over my skin, exploring every inch of my body. “Can you send me a pic of your hands?? Please?????”, she pleaded, her excitement palpable. Hesitantly, I snapped a photo of my left hand resting on my hairy leg, with my semi-stiff cock resting beside it. Sending it over, I held my breath, waiting for her reaction. “Oh my!! That one came with extra ”, she exclaimed, her message filled with unbridled lust. The next picture arrived moments later: my right hand making the V-for-victory sign, with my tongue playfully nestled in the middle. “Now you’re just teasing me!! You know my peach is ripe for you, Husky…”, she typed, her words dripping with desire. A wave of heat washed over me as I read her message. “I know it is! You can’t spread your legs wide enough for me…I want the juicy peach ? ? ?”, she continued, her voice a mix of longing and provocation. Just then, a new image message appeared, revealing a full close-up of her freshly shaved and beautifully colored pussy, with her fingers skillfully spreading her labia apart for my viewing pleasure. “Damn baby… That needs a tongue…”, I typed, my thoughts racing. “It needs YOUR tongue, papa bear!”, she replied, pushing me further into the depths of my desires. “I can see it’s already a little wet…” Her words sent a jolt of electricity through my body. “I’ve been touching myself for a while now…” The realization hit me like a tidal wave. “Mmmmmm…maybe I’ll join you…” As if on cue, my cock was already at attention, anticipating the pleasure to come. “Tug on that sausage, baby!!”, she urged, her message a call to action. “You already know I am ”, I responded, unable to resist her command. My fingers began to trace the outline of my manhood, savoring the anticipation. “Hey…remember sweet talk?? <3”, she messaged, a nostalgic reference to our past. “Of course baby girl ;D”, I replied, feeling a surge of affection for her. “Do you remember the beach date? ”, she inquired, her tone playful and suggestive. “OH YES…”, I responded, my mind instantly transported back to that sweltering summer day. “That date escalated quickly! Like your cock What was your favorite moment?” she pressed, pushing me to relive the memory. “It’s a tie between the time I sucked your toes after putting sunscreen on your thighs and when you let me pull out your breasts and fondle them in the photo-booth ”, I confessed, unable to contain my excitement. “NAUGHTY boy! Lol. I remember when I first felt the shape of your stiff cock through your swimming shorts. You started stroking it like you knew what you were doing already! So confident ”, she reminisced, her words painting a vivid picture in my mind. “❤️❤️❤️”, she added, expressing her enduring affection. “Still rubbing?”, she asked, her message laced with playful teasing. “Yes I am ;3”, I replied, unable to resist the temptation. “Same…”, she continued, her tone growing more insistent. “Hey…do yo thi-”, her message abruptly cut off. Simultaneously, a FaceTime call appeared on my phone. “KITTY WANTS TO FACETIME”, the notification read. Hesitantly, I accepted the call, my heart pounding in my chest. On the screen, Kitty was lounging on my bed, naked and captivating. She had her hair pulled back in pigtails, her hands resting on her tits. “Can we talk dirty now, papa bear? I miss you sooooooo much!”, she demanded, her voice filled with longing. Without hesitation, I responded, “You’re so bad, and I fucking LOVE it. More. I’m so damn close…” The rest of the call was a blur of whispered desires, shared fantasies, and intense physical intimacy. Her touch ignited a fire within me, a primal need that threatened to consume everything in its path. As the call ended, I realized the extent of my obsession. I was completely lost in her world, her body, her soul. The thought of leaving this room, returning to my life, felt unbearable. My world had shrunk, and Kitty was now the only thing that mattered. I quickly typed another message: “Where did that come from? Haha!” before ending the call. She responded immediately, “Yes, Husky!! Make it messy for me! Fuuuuuuuuu…Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. YESSSSSS.” We continued our exchange for several more minutes, each message more explicit and demanding than the last. Finally, exhausted but exhilarated, we ended the conversation, leaving me with a lingering sense of satisfaction. As I lay there, bathed in the warm glow of the television, I knew that this night would forever remain etched in my memory. The lust, desire, and explicit content had left me feeling both depleted and invigorated, a potent combination that left me craving more. Looking back, it was the most memorable night of my work trip. And I couldn’t wait for the next one.  

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