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I don't know what made me want to kiss him. Maybe it was the cheesy, re-made pop song playing in the back of the bar trying to be a club. Maybe it was the two other couples making out on the dance floor and my competitive instinct. Maybe it was his, "with eyes like those..." comment earlier in the evening. Or maybe it was because I had been thinking about kissing him since I met him over a year before on the cruise ship. Whatever the reason, it created the perfect storm between the Officer and I, and I went in for the attack. Straddling him on the bench, I went in for the kill - retreated, and went back again, the second time pulling him down on top of me.

The cab ride back to his hotel is a blur, with the exception of some kissing (I think I said something about cab drivers being used to this), and his handing me a hotel room key, saying he'll be right up. I was ready for this one (although not particularly prepared, hence his trip to CVS). Not only had I wanted him for quite some time, but I was perfectly comfortable with him. It only took two drinks and a make-out session in the bar to ease my nerves from earlier in the evening. I wandered around his hotel room, appreciating that he hadn't come to visit with great expectations.

The toothbrush he pulled out of the CVS bag for me put me over the edge.

I kissed him and our clothes hit the floor. He sat down on the couch. I turned to face him. I had been soaked for some time now, and let out a little gasp as he entered me. I slid my hips back and forth, up and down, feeling inside me what I had wanted for so long. He kissed my neck, put his hands on my ass, and turned me around to face the other way. There was no stopping him, and why would I want to? He laid me on the coffee table, my back arched, my breasts moved with his thrusts. I knew I would cum quickly if we stayed like this. I pushed him off me, and on to the desk chair. I sat on his lap and moved up and down quickly. I wanted to make him cum first. I pushed him deep inside me, and slowly moved back up. I hovered over the top of his dick, teasing him with my wet pussy and myself with the tip against me. I opened up and plunged down on top of him, circling my hips so that I could feel every inch of him and he could feel my walls. He carried me to the bed, laid me down, and continued. My legs began to shake, my head began to spin. I moaned, gripping the sheets as everything that had been inside me was released. He slowed down a little as the orgasm overcame me, licking my nipples. I looked at him, and he knew what I wanted. He started moving in and out, I turned so that he could feel the side of me better. I massaged my breasts and, as he pushed himself inside me, I could feel him throbbing. He pulled out and rubbed on my stomach squirting his juices on my abdomen.

I put his shirt on and fell asleep snuggled against him.

The next morning as I was getting dressed and we were making plans for touring the city, I discovered that the zipper on my jeans had broken. I don't know whether it happened at the bar or in the cab (they were already unzipped when we got to the hotel room), but a pathetic attempt at keeping them closed with a safety pin led to exploring the Intrepid and eating lunch in Little Italy with my pants undone. It could be worse. At least it wasn't my top.

Before departing for our respective states (me to New Jersey, him to Massachusetts), he kissed me goodbye and told me that I was welcome to cruise with him whenever I wanted.

It could have been another New York City rendezvous, but something was different. I got to my apartment, and I missed him.

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