A Night with My Dream Girl

I had just flown into LaGuardia, and decided to spend the night at the Wyndham. You see, I always stay at hotels with broadband connections...I am sure other WL devotee's can understand the advantage that provides... I logged on, and was nearly immediately IM'ed by phone-sex lover that I had not heard from for at least a year. She was almost desperate to talk to me. Of course I gave her the number...minutes later, the phone rang. I think of her as "A/C girl"....a nickname based on her preference for hardwired vibrators that run on 110 volts A/C...or as you Brits prefer, on "mains." She has explained that the battery operated vibes just don't have the power she needs. She has nearly worn out her Hitachi "magic wand" over the past 10 years...she gave up counting the number of orgasms it had spawned after the first several weeks, she admitted. I also think of her as a "dream girl," for in my life, I have never met, face to face, a woman so comfortable with her own sexuality, and its expression in masturbation. It has been a constant and intense dream...to share my joy of masturbation with a woman...to watch, to be watched...to display...to observe....to understand, and to be understood. As the phone rang, I was already comfortable on the hotel bed. I have often wondered how many other business travelers have masturbated on this bed before me. I think that hotel rooms are the best places to masturbate... they feel as though they are built expressly for that purpose. "A/C girl" was well started when we connected. Her arousal was at a fever pitch, as she had begun with her vibe and dildo long before I logged on. Once we spoke, she decided to slow down a little, to give me a chance to catch up. Rushing to orgasm is a waste, we agree. She tells of her longing to have her pussy eaten, to have her lover lose himself in her body...to lick, to probe, to suck, to slurp, and drown within her sex. She also relates her need to have a cock in her mouth...in her throat, and to have cum erupt in her mouth... to savor...to slosh around in her mouth, and to consume. I am mesmerized by this raw desire. My dull day of sales and travel has now been supplanted by my need jack my cock in concert with A/C's overwhelmingly erotic masturbatory zeal. She urges me to provide her with the cum she needs. She gasps for cum as plainly as I gasp for air. I hear her rev up the Magic Wand. She put the handset between her legs, and all I hear is buzzing, and slurping...the wand on her clit, and the dildo's repetitive back and forth journey. My strokes and her strokes are synchronized perfectly. She speaks to me again, groaning that she can wait no longer...and she needs for me to cum with her. Speech is replaced by the prehistoric utterances of all-consuming sexuality...She begins to howl....I am unable to remain in control...as my explosion radiates out from my cock, I unconsciously vocalize loudly...in guttural tones I had never heard. As the moment hung in space there was again near silence, just the soft pounding of our hearts, and quiet rolling of secretions down our thighs. There was nothing to be said...only to sleep...