For Lola 

I knew what she looked like, vaguely. I had seen that
one sexy photo of her naked and on all fours. I
entered the hotel bar and looked around, trying to
pick her out. I scanned the crowd and was beginning to
lose faith when a hand reached around from behind and
cupped my crotch.

I heard a voice in my ear.

"Upstairs, now."

I turned to see her sexy shape sliding towards the
elevator. She was wearing a short, flowing skirt and a
halter top that could barely contain her ample chest.
Her hair was pulled back into two little braids in
what I assumed was meant to be a treat for me. She
knew that I loved that little-girl look.

I followed, glancing back to see if anyone had
witnessed her bold move, but the bar patrons were all
engrossed in their own worlds. She stepped onto a
waiting elevator and I slid in between the closing
doors.
She reached over, pressed 9 and turned to look at me.

She had gotten the jump on me in the bar, but I was
not about to let that happen again.  As she stepped
towards me with her arms opening for an embrace, I
pushed her back against the wall, stepped up to her
and began nibbling her neck and ears. I felt her start
to reach around me, so I pinned her arms up above her
head.

I heard her moan. She started to say something but I
clamped my hand down over her mouth.

The elevator door slid open and she looked up at me
expectantly. I shoved her out the door and stepped out
with her.

"Get going," I said sternly.

As I walked a few steps behind her, I watched the
skirt cling to her sexy curves. My cock was aching to
get out of its confines, but I was determined to do
this right. She stopped in front of room 904 and slid
the magnetic key card across the reader.

By this point she had regained her composure and as
the door lock clicked, she swung the door open and
turned to me.

"In," she said.

I tried to slip past her, but she reached out and
grabbed the bulge in my pants as I did.

"Nice," she muttered.

I stepped into the room and looked around. She had
gotten us a suite overlooking the river, with a
massive canopy bed against one wall and a sitting area
in front of the wall of picture windows leading to a
balcony  A narrow hallway led, presumably, to the
bathroom while a bar area was set up along the wall to
my left.

I noticed a few bottles of champagne and a nice bottle
of scotch. She had spared no expense for this little
rendez-vous.

She saw where my eyes were directed.

"Want a drink, hon?" she asked.

 I turned and pulled her towards me.

"Later," I said, leaning down to kiss her.

As we kissed I bent her arm behind her back, reaching
across to secure her other wrist too. She let me pull
them together and grasp them in one hand while my
other hand caressed her face.  Slowly I traced down
her neck and side until my hand was next to my pocket.
I reached in and removed the first surprise for the
evening.

While we continued to kiss, I snapped the first cuff
on her. She looked up at me with surprise, but before
she could pull away, I cuffed the other wrist and
pushed her away gently.

She looked up at me with the briefest look of concern,
before she started grinning slyly.

I led her over to the big bed and pushed her down,
face-first on to the soft bedspread. She started to
try to roll on to her back, but I placed a large hand
between her shoulder blades and pinned her in place. I
noticed that her halter had ties on the back, so I
undid those and slipped the garment out from
underneath her.  It was fairly soft and silky, and as
I slid it out, I heard her moan in appreciation of the
stimulation on her nipples.

I longed to see her perfect breasts, but she kept
trying to roll over and I felt the need to maintain a
sense of dominance, so I didn't let her turn over.

Instead, I reached down and slid her skirt off of her.
Again she moaned as I stripped her. I expected to
glance down and see her bare flesh, as I knew she
often went without panties, but I was treated instead
to the site of her perfect ass in full-back, blue
satin panties. I grinned. They were my favorite.

I slid down on top of her so my lips were next to her
ear.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You like them?" she asked.

I responded by kissing her ear, then standing up
again.

I let her roll over as I stripped myself down, but I
flipped her back on to her stomach and straddled her
sexy ass. I let my cock slide up and down her soft,
satin-covered backside, dipping it between her legs
once in awhile to stimulate her clit.

"You fucking tease," she said.

I laughed and rolled her onto her stomach. I
repositioned myself so I was sitting above her head
facing back down towards her toes. I leaned over
slowly, kissing my way down her chest, until my lips
hit her panties and my cock dangled above her mouth.

She reached up with her lips and began to suck
hungrily, while I slid her panties down and exposed
her moist pussy.

As soon as my lips touched her clit I could feel the
vibration of her lips as she moaned onto my cock. She
had told me that she had a hair-trigger when it came
to getting off, and she wasn't kidding.

I slipped a finger into her wet pussy while I tongued
her clit. Her breathing intensified and soon she
arrived at her first orgasm. My cock slipped from her
mouth as she screamed. I let my finger wander down
from her pussy and start to push against her asshole.
Her hips lifted from the bed, giving me better access,
so I pushed in and was rewarded with an even louder
scream.

She rode wave after wave, and although she had
explained that getting her off wasn't too hard, I
still felt pretty good about the noises she was
making.

She finally began to settle down and tried to take my
dick back into her mouth, but I rolled off of her and
stood up next to the bed.

"Fuck you," she cried in frustration.

I pulled her up and led her over to the balcony. A
storm had blown in from across the river and the
balcony was soaked in rain. I pushed her out the door
and followed suit, forcing her to bend over the
railing, her breasts pinned against the cold, wet
steel.

The rain was coming down in sheets as I stepped in
behind her and placed the head of my cock and the
entrance to her pussy. I grabbed her hips as a flash
of lightning lit up the sky, and waited.

Then as the thunder boomed, I slammed deep into her in
one thrust.

I heard her scream echo across the night sky as I took
her forcefully. The streets were deserted and we
watched the walls of rain pelt the cars and concrete
below.  As the thunder boomed, I slapped her ass hard
and I heard her start into her second orgasm of the
night. I kept pounding as she screamed, and did my
best to contain my approaching orgasm. Her hands,
still bound by the cuffs, twisted and reached out for
anything they could grab, but I kept leaning back, the
only point of contact my hands on her  hips and my
cock in her pussy.

The storm was almost directly overhead, as every flash
of light was followed immediately by a booming clap of
thunder.  We were soaked, but I kept on slamming her
against the railing. After a few minutes, I pulled her
to a standing position and moved her over against the
side wall of the balcony. The rough plaster finish
grated against her breasts and stomach and I slipped a
hand up and around her throat.

I started to squeeze gently, and as her airflow
started to be impeded, she quickly ascended into yet
another orgasm. A flash and a bang erupted together as
the storm passed directly over the hotel and this
time, it was too much for me. I slammed her roughly
against the pebbled wall, and I came. I screamed into
her ear and she moaned loudly into the night. Ribbon
after ribbon of my seed washed against the walls of
her pussy as we came together in the pouring rain.

We both slowly came down from our respective orgasms,
and she turned to face me. I wrapped my arms around
her and pulled her into a passionate embrace. She led
me back into the room and I undid her handcuffs so she
could go draw us a bath. I poured two glasses of
champagne and followed her into the bathroom. I
glanced up at the clock. It was only 11:30 on Friday
night.

Lola had the room until Sunday.