It took me about two months to convince Anna to go on a date with me, but by then we weren’t going to listen to the “three date rule”. The problem was that Anna lived with her sister whilst I lived in a house of six, so the only logical way round was to have hotel sex…

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Anna worked in a small bookshop in my city. I often walked past it on my way home from highschool. At first, I stopped at the window to look at books, but soon it was to stare at the pretty girl behind the books. I had seen her a couple of times at a small gallery run by a mutual friend and one day I found the courage to go in and talk to her. Although she told me she was straight the first time I openly flirted with her, she also seemed to like the attention so I persisted.

For our first date I bought a new dress, I curled my (very short at the time) hair and I even put on my lucky choker. Anna also showed up in a black dress and as I later found out we both wore stockings, although I had a garter-belt and she had hold ups.

The meal was at a small but fancy restaurant and we played footsie under the table. I barely noticed my food, only the way Anna kept giving me sideway glances and licked her lips invitingly every time I caught her doing it. We quickly paid the bill and giggled our way to the hotel.

I can’t tell you much about the hotel because once we got into the elevator she had her tongue in my mouth and I had my hand up her dress. The idea that the doors could open to reveal unsuspecting viewers was a plus, and we barely made it to our hotel room.

It was a warm room, a big queen sized bed and giant windows. I pushed Anna onto the bed and got out my camera.

“You are so beautiful.” I told her, knowing she liked the attention, liked being watched. I tell her to pose for me, that’s it, hitch up the dress, play with the stockings, toss your hair this way, pout for me baby. I could tell this was turning her on.

I then lay down on the bed next to her, pretending to help her pose. My hands started to caress her legs, running themselves up her thigh and before she could say anything I had a finger in her. God she was wet. I started to circle her my thumb around her clitoris before adding a second finger.

I had planned on taking it slow with her, since this was her first lesbian experience. However she was loving it, moaning and asking me to fuck her. So much for taking it slow. I make her take off her clothes, everything but the stockings. I do the same.

I bend her over, her hands holding onto the head board. Then I bury my head behind her. She screams out as my tongue starts to lick at her, and I put three fingers in as well. I fuck her hard, sucking and licking, alternating between playing with her g-spot and playing with her clit. She cums all over my face and I let her collapse onto the bed.

Now I can go slow. I kiss my way up her stomache, paying extra attention to her breasts. Her nipples are rock hard and perking up for some attention. I nip one between my index and thumb and pull it up slightly. She gives a faint moan and I pull harder, rubbing my fingers together too. She loves it.

I kiss my way up her neck before taking her mouth. By now I am straddling her. I reach down and start to tug at her clit.

“No, don’t. I’m not read yet.” She pants at me but I don’t listen. I’m never nice to girls.

Slow. I play it slow. I play with her until she’s about to cum and then I stop. I kiss her all over, suckle on her breast and bite her ear. When her breathing has calmed down a little I assault her pussy again. I do this nearly three times until she’s almost crying, begging me to let her cum. I put my head between her legs and lick at her clit, my fingers pounding into her hot, wet hole. She screams into a pillow as she cums but I’m sure the entire hotel can hear her.

After wards I cuddle her and play with her hair. We talk nonsense and fall asleep together. In the morning I wake her up in the same way.