Thrown Together (Closed for Opensesame54321)

Vanessa worked hard not to break out in a big grin. She could definitely feel the "sexual energy" between them. She had to answer carefully. "Good in bed" or "loves to fuck" we're not quite the right answers for this game. It had definitely become a sexual chess match.

She hesitated, cut her eyes down and over to the left, as if contemplating the correct answer. A smile played around her lips, her eyes twinkled as if in possession of some great secret. She reached out, laying her hand on his, before leaning in close to him. In a voice that could be heard just above the roar of the bar, she looked him straight in the eyes.

"Perhaps that is for you to ascertain. You would not want to take away the joy of discovery, would you?"
 
Vanessa’s provocative response instantly made Matthew know one thing: he wanted to bed this woman. Not only did she clearly have “sexual energy” but her response had kicked his arousal into overdrive. On top of that Vanessa apparently enjoyed the “game” of innuendo and taunts. A woman with that demeanor might well likely be wildly fun in bed.

Matthew laid his hand on top of Vanessa’s, which was still laying on his other hand. Leaning in and speaking as quietly as possible above the noise he said, “Ascertaining what you most want in a man could be a very stimulating experience.” He paused very briefly, “I mean for both of us. As a professional researcher I am rather good at probing for answers. Discovering something as complex as what you want in a man would require a lot of probing. So, Vanessa, the question is this: Do you think that you can stand up to the probing that would be required?”
 
She slowly slid her hand from between his. Taking his top hand, she turned it over so his hand was palm up. Slowly, she gently dragged her finger on his wrist, making small light circles on his skin.

Smiling at him, she said, "Oh, I'm sure that I have more than enough stamina to hold up to any 'probing' that would be necessary. Just how diligent are you?"
 
The feeling of Vanessa's finger on his wrist was electrifying. Moving his chair just a little closer to hers, Matthew slid his ankle around hers, their fully covered legs now partially entwined.

Returning her smile, he said, "Oh, I like to 'probe' until the subject at hand is completely exhausted. Given the stamina that you purport to have, that could take some time in your case. Does that sufficiently answer any lingering questions that you may have?"
 
She leaned closer to him, taking hold of his collar and pulling him closer until her lips were at his ear. She let out a gentle sigh, whispering in his ear. "Yes, it does."
 
Vanessa's maneuver also positioned his lips close to her ear. "Good. We can decide which of our available venues will work for this research as we walk there.

Pulling back quickly from her grip on his collar, Matthew threw a wad of bills on the table, well more than enough to pay for all of their drinks. Running his hand down Vanessa's arm, he took her hand in his, stood swiftly, and headed them out of Hank's door.
 
She could feel herself getting excited. It had been a while since she had felt anything like this. Her stomach was fluttering and she could feel herself clinching muscles that she had thought long dead. His hand on hers was hot and the thought of them on some part of her body turned her on.

Why did this guy turn her on so much? But they were both in trouble if he was sleeping in his car too.
 
Vanessa's hand felt hot on his, perhaps a simply a reflection of how he was feeling about her. As they walked toward the motel, not saying a word, he felt her hand occasionally squeezing and relaxing her grip. probably not a conscious move, he thought, but it conjured up the image in Matthew's mind what it might be like for her to stroke his cock.

As the motel parking lot grew closer with no comment from Vanessa, Matthew decided to simply make the decision. "My room's 19, Ok with you?"
 
"It certainly is." She followed him, surprised by her boldness, and yet, finding Matthew incredibly hot.
 
My room's 19, Ok with you?
It certainly is.

Matthew could no longer restrain himself. He stopped, mid-stride, and turned around to face Vanessa. Wrapping one strong arm around her back and putting his other hand on her firm ass, he pulled their bodies tight to each other. He slammed his mouth onto hers, his lips parting, his tongue darting out to tease her still-closed mouth. They didn't have much farther to go to Room 19, but the next move was hers.
 
Suddenly he was pressed up against her, his hands firmly pulling her into him. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue teasing her lips. She opened her mouth to him, surrendering herself to his will.

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She could feel his bulge pressing against her and she remembered the game.

As he broke the kiss, she smiled at him. "Such a probing insight into your style," she smiled at him in the dark.
 
They turned and continued the short journey to Room 19, their pace picking up noticeably. When they got there Matthew found that his hand was shaking enough with excitement and anticipation that it was difficult for him to get the old-style metal key in the lock.

In his excitement and arousal Matthew had not noticed much that it was a full moon. Stepping into the unlit room he could see that it was flooded with moonlight. Perfect. With a quick move he shut and locked the door, leaving the light off. If anything Vanessa looked even hotter in the soft moonlight than she did in the brightly lit bar.

Scooping Vanessa up into his arms their faces only inches from each other, their bodies pressed firmly together Matthew whispered, "And I am most interested in insight into your style, as I said, probing until the subject is completely exhausted." He resumed their kiss, taking up where they had left off, plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth, searching for hers in return.
 
She leaned into him, surrendering her mouth to his probing tongue. Their tongues tangoed, tasting each other. She could feel his hand on her back and ass, pulling her to him and she leaned into him, leaving no space between them. Her breast were pressed against his chest and her nipples rubbed against him, aching though still in the confines of her bra and top.

She could feel herself falling deep into his kiss, stealing her breath and leaving her dizzy. How had this silly game inflamed such passion in her? She was not usually one to jump into bed with the first good looking man she saw.

And yet, she could not help herself. Her arms again snaked up to wrap around his neck, her fingers running through his hair. The soft moonlight in the room set the stage, her passion growing.
 
Vanessa's ardent response to his embrace and kiss fueled Matthew's nearly-complete arousal higher. Wrapping her arms around his neck pulled their bodies even more tightly together. That Vanessa matched his tongue kissing with equal intensity stoked Matthew's conjecture that she would be an exuberant lover.

With no space between their bodies, Matthew was certain that Vanessa could feel his growing bulge pressed against her crotch. He could feel her breasts pressed tightly to his chest as her hardening nipples began to dig into his skin, though still separated by her top, bra, and his shirt. Matthew wanted to feel Vanessa's bare flesh. Now. Her top was a pullover, not a button-up blouse, and not tucked into her jeans. Matthew loosed his grip on her, lowering both of his hands to the hem of her top and pulling it rapidly up over her head, pausing only long enough for Vanessa to temporarily unwrap her arms from around his neck.

The feeling of his hands on Vanessa's mostly bare back set Matthew on fire. He resumed their passionate kissing with increased urgency. Working quickly he used both of his hands to unfasten her bra, their pressed-tight bodies still holding it in place in the front.
 
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Vanessa could feel the bulge in Matthew's jeans, pressing harder the longer they kissed. Suddenly his broke the contact long enough to lift her top over her head whereupon it was promptly tossed to the side.

The kiss resumed with a hunger from both participants. She was caught up in a whirlwind of emotions. The feel of his hands on her bare skin made her want more.

Her hands began a frenzy of unbuttoning and tugging in an effort to remove his shirt until with a bit of his help she could feel his bare chest beneath her fingers. His skin was warm and she felt his hands unhook her bra. She pulled away long enough for the lacy thing to drop to the floor before pressing her body back against his.

There was an intensity brought on by the fact that it was bare skin against bare skin. Her hands were hungry to feel more of him as she tried to reach between them, her fingers fumbling as she attempted to remove his jeans. She so wanted him, and she tried to undress him without parting the skin to skin contact.
 
Matthew and Vanessa were now both bare from the waist up. The feeling of their skins pressed tightly to each other was driving Matthew crazy. He wanted Vanessa entirely. She might leave his room in a half an hour for the rest of the night. They might have no other contact for the rest of their time marooned in this hamlet. Or, they might have three days of as much sex as they could stand. But, right now, none of that future mattered. Nor did any subtlety. Right now Matthew wanted to fuck her as soon and as fast and as hard as possible.

Matthew felt Vanessa's hands fumbling with his belt, struggling because neither of them were willing to release their tight hold on one another. Under those circumstances it was folly for him to try to unfasten her jeans at the same time, but his urgency drove him to do it anyway. Paradoxically, the two would-be lovers' hands were now almost fighting with each other to be the first to unfasten the other's jeans.

He wasn't even sure which of them succeeded first. All that Matthew knew was that he had unbuttoned Vanessa's jeans, jammed them over her hips where they had fallen to the floor such that she could step out of them. He was only vaguely aware of somehow stepping out of his own jeans.

The two lovers' bodies were still plastered against one another, but this time they shared skin-to-skin contact from their shoulders to their toes, save only their hips covered by her thong and his briefs. The pressure of her crotch against the hard bulge in his briefs was painful, but a pain that anticipated future ecstasy. Her rock-hard nipples cutting into his bare chest signaled to Matthew that he and Vanessa were both on the same track.
 
Through their perseverance they now stood, locked in a passionate embrace, with mere scraps of material between the two bodies. Vanessa so longed, no, ached for a good, hard fuck from Matthew. The kind that curled her toes and left her breathless.

Their hands explored each other's body as their mouths remained locked in a frantic kiss full of need. Her hand slipped between them, caressing his cock through the briefs he still wore. Her fingers rubbed against it, feeling it grow and get harder. It strained the confines of his briefs and she could feel her own slit drenching her thong.

She couldn't help herself. Moaning, she slipping her fingers inside his waistband and tugging down, effectively freeing his cock, allowing it to have more room to grow.
 
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Vanessa's hand on his cock was almost more than Matthew could bear, but not quite. He was not about to let her take the lead entirely.

Matthew grabbed Vanessa's wrist and pulled her hand off of his cock and up so that only the tips of two of her fingers were inside the waistband of his briefs. Nealy simultaneously he positioned the fingers of his right hand in the same respective place on her body, just inside the waistband of her panties.

With a gasping voice he whispered loudly, "I only allow a woman to touch my cock if she promises me to fuck me as hard as I fuck her. So, Vanessa, think of that before you continue."
 
Continue on!

Matthew plunged his fingers deep into Vanessa's panties. His fingers quickly found her wet, hard clit. Using his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed and massaged her clit, causing her to gasp and begin to moan. Moving on Matthew rested the heel of his hand on her clit so that he could tease it while he plunged two of his fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

Given his taunt and his presumption that Vanessa was as eager to fuck as he was, he had expected her to return to stroking his cock. Now he demanded it, "finger-fucking isn't free, Vanessa, touch me!"
 
Her hand found his cock. His staff was hot and hard, throbbing to the beat of his heart. She smoothed her hand across its tip, gathering the precum there to slide it down the side. With a firm grip, she began stroking it, up and down, up and down, firm and steady, in time to the finger fucking she was receiving from him. Her breath came in jerky gasps as she continued.
 
Vanessa's stroking his cock pushed Matthew over the edge. Moving quickly, he slid her panties over her hips allowing them to fall to the floor, as she followed suit on him. With one strong move he wrapped his arms around her, pulling their bodies tight together, pulled her off of her feet, and spun them around. With her body cinched tightly to his he threw them down on the bed, landing, intentionally, with Matthew on the bottom.

Miraculously, the bed in the old motel did not break, but the springs gave out a loud creaking sound that filled Matthew's mind with the image of what he and Vanessa would soon be doing to recreate those creaking sounds repeatedly. Pushing Vanessa up off of him just enough that he could look her in the eye, Matthew said gruffly, "OK, woman, show me what you've got!"
 
One minute Matthew was pumping his finger in her wet gash as she stroked his very stiff cock, and the next, they were completely naked, he had whirled her around and they landed on the bed with a groan of springs and a jostle of bones.

OK, woman, show me what you've got!

That was all she needed. She got on her knees and straddled his body. His cock was pointing upward, straining hard and hot and her pussy ached with desire, longing to impale her on the large staff. She knew she was wet enough as she raised herself up and took hold of his cock. She watched his face as she rubbed the tip up and down the opening, gathering a load of the wetness already pouring from her very needy pussy. She lined his cock up to her entrance, smiled at him as she looked through desire-filled eyes, and dropped, plunging him completely in her hot, wet, tight tunnel .
 
Matthew was not disappointed in Vanessa's move. He had challenged her to show him what she's got, and she was certainly doing that.

It wasn't difficult for Matthew to see where Vanessa was going when she straddled him. Although he was prepared for her plunging her hot, wet, tight pussy down onto his waiting cock, he still let out a groan as her ass landed on his hips.

By the end of Vanessa's first plunge Matthew had pulled his legs up bent at the knees, his thighs resting pushing against her ass and his feet placed flat on the bed. The mattress in the old hotel was pretty spongy, but it had enough firmness to give Matthew's feet something to push against. As Vanessa rode up his cock and began her second downward plunge, Matthew thrust his hips upward, meeting her half way and driving his cock into her, jamming against her pubic bone.

There was no stopping either of them now. Their rhythm accelerated rapidly to a frenzied pace. The room was filled with the sounds of their exuberant sex - loud creaking of the bed springs, harsh grunts from Matthew, loud moans from Vanessa. Their erotic symphony only fueled Matthew's lust. He was determined to fuck Vanessa harder than she had ever been fucked before.
 
She moaned, feeling him thrust up into her. As the pace picked up, she leaned over him, as if she were a jockey on a racehorse. As she rode his cock, her tits swung heavy above him. Her light brown areolas were hard erasers, standing out with need. Her breath came out jerky, and she kept up a steady action of squeezing his cock with the muscles in her pussy. The squeaking of the bed was punctuated with the slap of skin on skin and the wet sounds of their sex. She couldn't stop the sounds coming from her mouth, the moaning and groaning. She could feel his cock reaching up deep inside her.

She looked down at him, the moonlight the only illumination in the room. If there was any question as to whether he wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted to fuck him, her words cleared up any confusion.

"Okay, Matthew. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
 
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