This was a movie that I was so excited to see! So, that is how I started the conversation. Not only did we talk about all kinds of sci-fi stuff but he told me he was the writer/producer of the much-anticipated film Star Gate and that he was in town for the convention. Being who I am thought he was full of BS. It was too good to be true. Even after he came to my stage and threw 20s, 50s and a couple of hundreds I was still skeptical. He even bought me drinks.
I wanted to believe but I had a healthy skepticism. As our night ended he invited me to his room. He told me that I could just come and get free tickets to the convention. No expectations. He would even pay for my taxi. To be honest I thought he was very cute in a geeky sort of way. He was smart and nice and a gentleman.
Despite how much he tipped me he never grabbed or groped once. I liked him quite a bit but too nervous about going home with a stranger, I kissed him on the cheek and went home. Yet, it was all I could think about. My relationship was a mess at the time. I hurt and I was with someone that was emotionally unavailable. To be honest I liked the attention of stripping. I thought about it some more.
He could be full of shit and leave me screwed with a cab bill. Screw it. I would have rather seen what happened than to regret it the rest of my life. So I grabbed enough money to get me back and forth, called him and told him I had decided to come and then called a cab and hoped I wasn't being really stupid. I had never even thought about going home with a customer. But I wanted to believe him. I did believe him, but I was still worried.
When I got there he was outside waiting and opened my door for me and then as promised he paid for the cab. I must admit that made me feel a little better . I was actually in awe of the hotel. It was huge and expensive. He said the convention was paying for it but still I was a little impressed. I don't remember much about the room. It was late and I was a little tired. He was a gentleman and asked me if I was hungry. I figured why not and ordered fruit. He even let me chose a movie from pay per view. It was The Crow.
He fixed me a drink. He was generous and charming and a nerd. I couldn't help but like him. We watched the movie for a little bit when he offered to give me a massage. How could I say no? A charming movie producer wanted to give ME a massage. His hands were soft and smooth and it wasn't long before I started to moan.
I turned over and he started to massage my stomach and legs. He moved up towards my breasts and I let him. He was gentle as he slowly moved my top up and began to kiss my breasts, running his tongue over each nipple then taking them right into his mouth and sucked each of them on after the other.
Arching my back I moaned more enthusiastically. After a few moments, he moved up for a passionate kiss. Then he began to peel the jeans off my tight little body. He placed light kisses on my hips and thighs. Then I felt his soft wet mouth between my legs. His kisses were soft and sweet which soon had me digging my nails into the sheets. My moans seemed to excite him and soon he was hard and pressed against me. He was ready but I wanted to taste him first.
He was hard and yet smooth in my mouth. I circled my tongue and sucked him deep down my throat. He moaned and thrust a little bit further. I sucked his thick cock until I could feel him getting close. I didn't mind him cumming in my mouth but I wanted to feel him inside me.
I stopped and kissed him on the cheek, then pulled him to me. With one quick thrust, he was inside me. Our bodies met with quick hard thrusts. Our moans grew louder. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed his neck, pulling him deeper inside me. He leaned down and kissed me, then took my nipple into his mouth making my pleasure grow. I could feel him growing bigger, harder. He was close. I kissed his neck and moaned his name. It seemed to push him over the edge and with a few more powerful thrust he was cumming inside me.
We lay together our bodies spent, touching and caressing for a few moments more. He didn't rush me but I didn't want to overstay my welcome. He kissed me once more and I was on my way.
He was a gentleman and saw me to the cab and paying too. Telling me if I still wanted to go to the convention to come back in the morning. I went home to find I forgot my key and had to climb through the window and got what sleep I could.
In the morning I was up again and back at his hotel, only this time he gave me tickets, spending cash for an outfit and the car ride back and forth and to the convention. I was so excited. I had sort of believed him but it wasn't real until I saw him on the panel. I couldn't believe itů I had met and slept with someone slightly famous. He looked very sexy and I could tell he was looking at me so I made sure to flash him a few times. He smiled but never missed a beat.
When it was over. He again gave me money to do a little shopping if I wanted but I had to get home. He kissed me one last time and told me he wished he could stay and what a wonderful time he had. He was so sweet and nerdy and kind. I truly had a good time with him. I would miss him and still think of him once in a while. Proud of myself for liking him for who he was not what he was. I would never see him again but the memory will last forever.