Saturday morning, I gradually awakened in my hotel room, lying naked on the bed with a sheet wrapped around me. I recalled the sex I had at Mario’s apartment last night. When I returned to my hotel room, I was too tired to shower off the sex that clung to my skin. I hardly remember taking off my clothes and falling into bed.
I kicked off the sheet and ran my hands down my body. No bruises, a slightly tender pussy and asshole, a bit of dried flaky cum here and there, not bad for such a long, vigorous night of sex. It was after three in the morning when I left their apartment. When I entered the hotel, I walked straight to the elevators. Just before the elevator arrived, an attractive young couple entered the hotel and walked over to the elevators.
“Hello, how are you,” the young woman said with a lovely French accent.
I had been to France a couple years ago on a two-week vacation. I loved the food, wine, and sights, and the sex was the best. I met several swingers there and visited a fantastic underground sex club. And I ended up being a star participant on stage, a story for another time.
“Hello, you have a lovely French accent. I have been to France a couple of years ago, and I loved it,” I answered.
The elevator doors opened, and the young man held the door for me and his lady. I stepped in first. When I turned around, I saw the young woman looking down at my legs. Then she looked up at me and smiled.
“Where in France did you travel?” The man asked once we were all inside.
“I went to Nice and to Paris,” I answered.
“Did you go with your family?” The young woman asked.
“I went alone shortly after my divorce.”
“So sorry. What did you do while you were there? Were you lonely?” She asked.
“No, I found things to do and met some interesting people,” I said, and the elevator stopped on my floor. “Good night. Maybe I will see you around the hotel.”
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Now fully awake, I ordered a light breakfast through room service. I had a half-hour before the food was going to be delivered, so I stepped into the shower to wash off the stale odors of sweat and sex that dried on my skin and in my hair.
I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the knock on my hotel room door. I had forgotten about the time as I was enjoying my rinse. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself and answered the door. The towel I grabbed was small and barely covered my tits and ass. I did not give it much thought as I ran for the door.
The room service attendant was startled for a second when I opened the door, dripping wet and wearing a towel that left little to the imagination. He quickly recovered and smiled as he said hello. I widened the door, and he pushed the food cart into the room. He was a handsome young man, tall, nicely built, and had short brown hair. He wore a light-blue short-sleeve shirt and white shorts. His shorts had a nice bulge in front.
I felt a twitch in my pussy as I watched him empty the cart on the table in the corner of the room. My nipples turned hard when his hand touched mine as he handed me the room service receipt. Like going from zero to sixty in three seconds flat, I went from normal to horny. I wanted to fuck this guy, but I had to find a way of getting there.
I moved to the desk to grab a pen and sign the receipt. While taking my time, I glanced in the mirror above the desk and saw the handsome young attendant standing behind me. As I bent over to sign the receipt, the towel rode up, exposing my ass and pussy. I caught him staring at my ass, his eyes as wide as saucers.
I turned around and stepped close to him with the receipt in my hand. After handing it to him, I checked the bulge in his shorts, which seemed to have enlarged.
“Thank you, Eric,” I said as I checked his nametag.
“You’re welcome, ma’am. It was my pleasure to serve you. Is there anything else I can do for you?” The handsome room service attendant asked with a smile while grabbing an eyeful of my barely covered tits.
“Please call me Ann, and yes, you can do something for me,” I answered as I grabbed the courage to boldly slide my hand down the front of his shorts and squeeze his growing cock. He was shocked for a moment but recovered quickly.
“Uh, sure, but I can’t stay long,” he said as he loosened the knot on my towel and let it drop to the floor. I watched him soak up my wet naked body with his eyes.
“Oh, this won’t take long,” I said and sank to my knees and worked his shorts and briefs down his legs. His cock was semi-hard, and I immediately started stroking it. As it began to rise and thicken, I took it into my mouth and sucked and bobbed. He was hard in no time. His cock was well-endowed, between eight and nine inches, and rock hard.
I got caught up in sucking Eric’s delicious cock, and lost track of time. He reminded me he didn’t have much time left as he pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He pulled one foot free from his shorts, moved me to the desk, turned me around, and bent me over it. I watched in the mirror as he stood behind me and rubbed my pussy and dipped a finger into my juicy hole.
“Holy crap, you’re wet already,” he said with a laugh.
“I could have told you that. You better hurry and fuck me. I don’t want your people to come looking for you,” I quickly replied.
Eric wet the swollen head of his cock between my juicy folds before sliding inside me. “Oh, fuck yes, oh baby, give it all to me,” I instantly sounded a slutty cry.
“Oh, I plan to,” Eric said as he grabbed my hips and jammed my hot juicy cunt with the rest of his cock. His cock was throbbing as he pulled halfway out and drove back in. “You like that, baby?” He said as he did it to me again, jabbing harder each time.
“Yes…Yes…Oh, fuck yes!” I resounded and ground my ass against him.
“I’m gonna give it to you hard, you old slut,” he growled under his breath.
I could have interpreted the “old” as an insult even though I was twice his age. The “slut” part I could readily agree with. Being a hot slutty woman is how I enjoy having sex with strangers.
Eric moved his hands up to my shoulders and pushed me down on the desk, crushing my breasts against the desktop, and hammered my cunt. He was relentless. I reached my hand under and rubbed my clit. I heard him grunting each time he drove into me. I looked in the mirror at his face and could tell he was close to cumming.
“Go ahead! Do it to me! Cum inside me!” I cried out as I felt an orgasm building in my belly. I came first, and he came right after me just a few strokes later, firing several hot spurts of semen deep inside my burning cunt.
It was over as quickly as it began. Eric pulled his cock from my cum-coated cunt. I picked up my towel from the floor and handed it to him to wipe the juice and cum from his cock. He dressed and left in a hurry to catch up on his schedule. I only took ten minutes of his time and enough time to satisfy us both.
I closed the door behind him and smiled as I thought about how slutty my weekend had become. Since last night I had intimate sex with three different men and a woman. So, what is next? The day was still young.
I cleaned up and ate breakfast. Then I changed into my gym shorts, a T-shirt, and sneakers. I grabbed my keycard and took the elevator down to the lobby. A few men standing nearby took the opportunity to check out my braless tits jiggling under my t-shirt as I walked past them. All it took was their stares to turn my nipples hard as I stepped across the lobby, on my way to the spa.
I spent an hour in the gym, lifting light weights and running several miles on the treadmill. My muscles were tired and sore by the time I finished. I figured a massage would be perfect for my sore muscles. When I got to my room, I called room service for an in-room massage. They told me they would have a masseuse at my door in twenty minutes. It was enough time for me to shower before she arrives.
To Be Continued:
