It all began with my newly made fiance of 10 months at the time (proposed to her a few weeks prior to this experience); lets call her Sophia and I, John. She had taken my virginity the few weeks prior to our first time having passionate love in a hotel (well motel but close enough.) We’d been in love for a while now, her and I. But to our dismay at the time, our parents could not know of our sexual encounters for fear of troubled times for both of us (potential dissolving of our relationship.) We’d worked very hard to do things without our parents knowing of our sexual encounters and so far have been successful.

It was a cold Saturday when we had this wonderful experience. I’d driven over to Sophia’s house on my 50cc scooter (because I was a teen at the time) at 9 am. I arrived nearly frozen because of the long drive to her house but that didn’t bother me a whole lot because it was worth it to see her. Despite the feeling of near frost-bite on my fingers, the warm look Sophia gives me when I see her makes me forget all my troubles and worries.

In the morning, we mostly napped together in her room. We did nothing sexual so that we could save our energy for the amazing 5 hours we planned in the hotel. I’d told my parents I was spending the entire day at my fiance’s house which was not uncommon and therefor believable. Sophia had told her parents we’d be on a date in my town (we lived in separate cities) which was also not very uncommon for us. This allowed us to drive somewhat safely to the motel. The motel itself was off on the outskirts of my town, near a movie theater. Sadly, my parents informed me the night prior that they were going to the movie theater close to the time Sophia and I planned on sneaking into a motel. This made things very stressful for Sophia and I.

After our long nap in the morning, we talked and watched TV in her room for a few hours before leaving for a nearby fast-food restaurant in town. We’d planned to have Sophia’s mother take her by car while I drove my scooter separately so that she would not freeze on the drive over like I did. We got ready to leave and just when I was nearly dressed up for the adverse weather, I couldn’t find my keys in her room. I’d forgotten where I placed them. It took me about another 10 minutes of stressful searching to find my scooter keys, making me very edgy.

Sophia had found my keys after walking back in to see why I wasn’t outside yet. She found them almost immediately. I went outside where my scooter was and tried to start it. Yet again, more difficulties. But I did manage to start my scooter and began my journey into town with Sophia and her mother in a car heading the same way. Her car passed me to do some chores in town before coming back to the fast-food joint in town. I arrived at the fast food restaurant, constantly looking around for my parents to make sure they weren’t there. My heart was racing faster and faster with each passing minute. Sophia arrived only minutes after I did myself, making it a very nice transport to the motel. The motel itself was only down the road and off to the side, making it very nice to calm down or so I thought. When we parked and got off I was even more stressed than I anticipated and was a little edgy to my fiance. She was also stressed because of the difficult situation. We walked into the front door and felt relaxation start to hit us for the first time in an hour.

The motel manager was asleep in his office behind a white door. I dialed the appropriate number on the lobby phone and realized it wouldn’t have been much different than ringing the desk bell on the counter. The motel guy, who was Indian (Gandhi Indian, not Sitting Bull Indian.) My fiance, being from around the town could not understand a single word he said. Whereas I, a person who had been to a few other countries and met other various races allowed me to understand him fairly clearly. The only problem was that my fiance was the older one who was actually 18 while I was 17 at the time; so she had to pay for it. I often joked to her that having that experience was a fun form of molestation.

We paid him with cash to make untraceable by both of our parents and made our way to the motel room. Fortunately, we did not have to walk far, it was the first door on the right in the motel lobby. With smiles on our faces and a warm sensation in my heart, we inserted the door key into the handle and entered, taking in the moment of being in a room alone without worry of others seeing us.

She looked and walked around the room, inspecting both the bedroom and the bathroom for cleanliness and what it was like exactly. I did not do so because I had so much gear on to protect me from the cold; so I began to strip down to my casual clothes.

As I was getting the last piece of gear off, she sat on the bed behind me. I turned around and gazed into her eyes, knowing that for the next 5 hours or so, we would be able to make passionate love to each other. I love this girl like no other before. She always looked beautiful to me, even when she had just woken up and how she is the only person who really understands me. I let her into my heart more quickly than any other girl before her because of our chemistry together. To me she isn’t just a lover, she’s my best friend.

I sat on her lap and kissed her softly before leaning back and speaking sweetly to her “Are you ready?”

She peered into my eyes for a moment and spoke with a quick “Nope” in her cute voice she often uses when shes happy. She continued “I would like to take things slow and talk for a while if that’s alright with you John.”

I looked at her for a brief period before I responded with “Of course my love, I enjoy talking to you. Besides, you can take all the time you need, I’m in no rush.”

“So when and what are we going to eat later on when we get hungry?” Sophia said calmly.

“How about pizza and does around 5:30 sound alright?” I replied to her with a warm smile.

“Sounds great” she replied with a excited look on her face.

I looked into her eyes and wanted her. I’d been waiting for this moment for weeks and felt the urge to take her as my lover. I crawled onto the bed where she laid, crawling over her very long legs and slim stomach to give her a soft, romantic kiss. She responded with more enthusiasm with each passing second. Before long her and I were kissing so passionately before she told me to stand up. I did so, curious why she would want to stop such a sweet moment.

Standing there, with a confused look on my face, she grabbed my shirt and began to pull it off. I realized then that she wanted to undress me herself, something I find sweet and all the more of a turn on. Once she finished taking off my shirt, she knelled down and began to kiss my stomach very softly, savoring the taste of my skin.

After a few minutes of enjoying my stomach and working her way up my chest to my lips to plant a quick kiss, she moved back down to my belt and pants; removing them with anticipation written all over her face. Once she had my belt off, she threw it to the side and began to work my pants down to the ground. What sort of killed the moment and made both of us laugh is when she spent about 5 minutes trying to get them past my hips.