My firm always put me up in classy hotels. Many of my business trips are brief, mainly during the middle of the week.
Recently, I was in a big city on a Thursday night during one of my short trips. I had a flight out early the next day with no trips scheduled for several weeks, so tonight was my last chance to make something happen before I returned home to my husband and kids.
I had a late dinner following a couple of afternoon meetings. After my meal, I returned to my room to shower and slipped into a slinky black dress with spaghetti straps, no bra, a black thong, and five-inch heels. The dress revealed my cleavage, and the heels helped accentuate my calves.
The hotel was not close to any night spots, so I settled for the hotel bar. It was a typical hotel bar, not crowded on a Thursday night. One guy sat at the bar. A typical married couple (I assumed) sat in the corner at a table. And a couple of older gentlemen at another table. I glanced at my cell phone. 9:00. This was probably as good as it gets.
I took a seat at the bar. The bartender was pouring the guy at the end of the bar a beer while my eyes scanned the room more carefully to determine if anything looked possible.
“Can I help you?”
I faced the bartender, who I had not checked out when I first walked in. Dark hair, blue eyes, nice smile, about my age. Hmmm, not bad.
I gave him what I thought to be my shy, sexy smile, and I looked around the room again.
“Yes, you can help me by telling me when this place gets going,” I replied.
He laughed. “Lady, this is as going as it gets tonight!”
His name was Jason. I ordered a strong drink, and we engaged in small talk whenever he wasn’t busy serving the few other patrons. Although he tried to be discrete, I caught him several times checking out my breasts when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.
I flirted shamelessly with Jason. He teased me about fixing me up with the older guy at the bar. “I’ll bet you can give him a night to remember. Or better yet, how about those two older guys at the table,” Jason teased.
“A threesome? Now that might turn out interesting,” I laughed.
After a couple of drinks and flirting with the handsome bartender, I was feeling much hornier than I was when I first walked in.
“What time do you get off work,” I asked.
He grinned. “One o’clock.”
I pouted with disappointment as I mentioned my early flight.
“I have a break coming in a few minutes,” he laughed.
“Probably not long enough to come to my room for a spell,” I said.
I saw a mischievous glint in his eye as I got off my stool and said I had to use the restroom. I didn’t know what he was thinking as I turned and walked to the rest room. I was so horny I could hardly stand it. After using the toilet, I wiped my pussy, and while my hand was down there, I started rubbing my clit to have a quick release before returning to the bar.
I closed my eyes and thought about fucking the bartender. I had an orgasm in less than a minute. I felt better and spent a moment to wash my hands and check my makeup. When I left the restroom, I bumped into Jason, who stood outside the door. He smiled at me and pulled me into the men’s rest room.
My heart was thumping loudly in my chest as he kissed me hard, letting his fingers move under the hem of my dress and trail up my inner thigh. I moaned at the feel of his fingers brushing my pussy through my panties.
He brushed his fingers harder against my pussy, and my moisture seeped through my panties, wetting his fingers. “Damn, woman, you’re wet!”
“It’s all your fault,” I said and softly purred as he continued to rub my panty-clad pussy. I pressed my crotch into his hand as he took charge. The orgasm I had before didn’t do anything for me. I was hornier now than before.
Jason nibbled my neck, and his fingers slipped inside the gusset of my panties. I was dripping wet, and his finger slid easily into me.
“What if someone walks in?” I asked him before things got too far out of hand.
Jason laughed and pulled me into one of the stalls, shutting and locking the door. Smiling, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. “Stroke it,” he said, holding it out to me.
His cock was around seven inches long, average girth, and semi-hard. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him slowly up and down. His hands were slipping the straps of my dress off my shoulders.
My dress fell around my waist, and my breasts were bare. My nipples were, as usual, rock hard, yearning for attention, and Jason delivered by cupping my left tit in his hand and sucking on my right nipple. I closed my eyes and moaned as he teased my stiff nipples.
His other hand found its way to my pussy, and he lightly stroked my clit. I gasped as Jason added more pressure to my clit, and a familiar feeling began to wash through me.
Just then, the door to the restroom opened. I had to bite my bottom lip to hold back another moan as I got closer to orgasm. Jason stopped to sit on the toilet, pulling me onto his lap with my back to him.
“Put up your feet!” He hissed under his breath.
I sat on his lap and pulled my feet up on the sides of the toilet. He wrapped his arms around me to secure me in place. I turned my head and smiled at Jason as I raised my hips just enough to fit the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.
Jason grinned, and he pushed up as I lowered onto his dick. I pulled the bottom of my dress up around my hips as we slowly fucked. My tits remained bare and became handholds for the bartender.
Jason worked a hand between our bodies and expertly massaged my clit, bringing me to the verge of orgasm. The person who came in earlier left. Now we were alone, and I felt free to let go with some gasps and moans. It was so hard to stay quiet with someone else in the room.
I moaned and shuddered in anticipation as I felt an intense orgasm building. Jason started to buck upward, digging deep inside my pussy. I could tell he was close, so I tried my best to grind into him and fuck him back as hard as he was fucking me.
I was gasping and panting, to the point of not caring if anyone walked in and heard. I moaned louder as my body began to edge. My body stiffened and arched as I bounced on Jason’s cock. My orgasm ran me over like a freight train. I was still cumming when Jason popped his nuts. I clung to him as he pumped his warm semen into my body.
My head burrowed against his neck, and my body shook as my orgasm ran its course. Jason lifted me off his semi-hard cock, and I wobbled on my feet to stand. Jason held me as I caught my breath. He brushed back the hair that had fallen across my face.
Oh, how romantic and caring this guy is, I thought, until he looked into my eyes, and with a wicked grin spreading across his face, he whispered, “Clean me up.”
So much for romance, I had a duty to fulfill and dropped to my knees. I looked up at Jason’s eyes as I licked his cock and tasted his cum and my pussy juice. I sucked him deep into my mouth, past my tonsils, to the back of my throat. He moaned loudly and tried to force his cock down my throat.
I was a slut. But I was also in control. I enjoy getting pushed to do nasty things. I licked and sucked Jason’s cock squeaky clean. The side effect of my thorough cleaning left his cock painfully erect. I was sure he needed relief, but I quietly got to my feel, kissed him full on the lips, adjusted my dress, and walked out of the restroom, leaving him in the stall to take care of his boner.
His cum was seeping from my pussy, and I felt it smearing between my thighs as I walked. I got what I wanted, and I was sure Jason enjoyed it. I left the bar and returned to my room for a quick shower and some sleep before I had to get up to fly home to my family.
