I cant imagine what the next cell phone bill will look like, only that Im sure I went way over budget on text messages! I was on the way to see another man when Shane texted me - we somehow couldnt quite get the hang of making calls between his foreign cell phone and my US one. Anyway, I texted back to let him know I was on the way to see someone else.

He wanted me to stop and see him first, but I was already a good 20 miles in the other direction, so I just laughed and continued on my way. Leaving the other guys house an hour or two later, I was less than satisfied. And I just couldnt resist a quick, half-joking text... U still up? which was quickly answered with I am now. Now, I had sent the message just before starting the car for the drive home, which meant when I received the response, I was on the road. And I HATE people who chatter endlessly on their cell phones, oblivious to traffic around them - but here I was, a real road hazard as we exchanged several more messages at 60 miles an hour, culminating in his invitation to join him at his hotel, though it was already past midnight and he knew full well where I had been and what I had done. Of course I had seen a few pictures of him, but when he opened the door I was pleasantly surprised to find him even more attractive than I expected.

Add to that the sexy Aussie accent which, due to the cell phone struggles, I had not yet heard...

oh my! Yet very little was actually said, as we began kissing and quickly peeled off our clothes. He laid me back on the bed and I would swear I saw a very devilish glint in those sexy eyes as he buried his face between my legs.

Now, Ive been with some very skilled men in my life, but Shane...

well, he just blows them all out of the water. I lost count of the orgasms that ripped through me, all I know is that the force of them literally lifted me off the bed at least once, and I dont even know how many times I gushed into his waiting mouth.

I cant imagine what the hotel cleaning staff must have thought when they changed that sopping wet comforter...

Very few men can get the results with their lengths, that he was able to get with just skilled use of tongue, teeth and fingers.

But that wasnt the end, brothers and sisters... it was just the beginning.

Pulling his face back, he continued to work my teasing wet softness with his fingers.

It took me a minute to realize that he was gradually inserting more fingers... I think I realized it when he got to three, and even through the spasms rocking my body, I remember wondering if he would really be able to do it. It didnt take long for me to get my answer - even as he slid one finger of the other hand into my soft place, he managed to fit his entire fist into me and began pumping it forcefully..

it was a fabulous feeling, though one I cant repeat too often afterward I had a delightful soreness for days, but the subsequent orgasm was more powerful than I could handle. As I begged for mercy, he drew his fist out and it was followed by what can only be described as a flood of liquid heat. I laid back, breathless, then grinned as his mischievous smile suddenly loomed over me. With a whisper of what, I cant recall, only a faint memory of - yet again - that sexy Aussie accent he slid into me and pounded away. Looking back, he didnt stay that way long before we switched positions and I rode him... but we didnt stay THAT way long either. Oh no, Dear Reader, he was of a mind to get a piece of soft place, quite literally...

With me on my hands and knees, he positioned himself behind me. He had to slide in quite gently at first hes not of the slender-length persuasion and so it takes a little extra caution but soon was able to pump away just as easily as if he were still in my softness, and that, dear friends, is where he finally let go with a gush of his own.

Nothing quite like the feeling of a length pulsing as it unloads its treasures deep in my soft place, and his was no exception. But the night had to end at some point, as both of us had to work in the morning, and we both knew that this first time seeing each other would also be our last, at least for this business trip. The odds of him ever having a trip here again are slim to none, and the odds of me making it there are even worse.

But I will certainly never forget that night, and Ill never forget Shane.