God I'm tired of traveling. The worst part is being gone for a whole week at a time, sometimes longer. I hate being away from Karen that long. I get very horny after a few days and masturbating just isn't enough. I hate to cheat on Karen, but I need to find a warm body tonight.
I asked around the office for a good cocktail lounge in the area. I can't go to the one in my hotel; someone I know might be there.
I was given a couple of options, and decided on Spotlight21. It was only a short cab ride from the hotel.
After work I picked out the slinkiest dress I had with me. It was low cut and tight and never failed to get lots of attention. I decided not to wear a bra and my nipples poked out noticeably. I seldom dressed this way, but tonight I wanted to make sure I brought home the bacon.
I only put on a little makeup as my face was more than passable without it, but I chose a perfume that I hoped would intoxicate my victim. Of course, I didn't know whether I would target a man or a woman yet, that would depend on who I find at the Spotlight21. I would play the field at first and see what hits I get. The sexiest person would get the prize.
I caught a cab outside the hotel and was walking in the door 10 minutes later. I stood just inside the door for a minute, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light and looking over the crowd. A number of men caught my eye, and 1 or 2 women.
I walked over to the bar and ordered a Martini. I didn't really like Martinis that much, but they got the job done and gave me a touch of class.
I decided to remain standing; sitting would seem awkward in this situation. I turned and leaned back against the bar and sipped my martini, looking around the room. There were several men that looked interesting, and one woman. The woman was looking boldly at my body, even more so than the men. She was sitting with two other women and was likely available. Hmmm, possibility.
"What? I'm sorry," I said, "I was distracted and didn't hear what you said."
"I just asked if you were alone or waiting for someone," said the man who had come up from my right.
He was not one of the men I had noticed before. Tall, well dressed, good looking, how did I miss him?
"I'm here alone, at the moment," I responded coquettishly.
His dark hair was neatly trimmed, his eyes had a greenish tint, hazel maybe. His smile was warm and inviting, and his teeth white and even. His skin was darkish, Latin maybe, or southern European. He had no discernable accent that I could hear as yet. No ring on the finger.
"And what about you?" I asked. "Are you here alone, or waiting for someone?"
"Actually I came here just to get a drink and relax a little. I wasn't planning on meeting anyone or staying long, but I'm rethinking that plan at the moment."
"Good line," I smiled at him. He sat down on the edge of the stool next to me, a little closer than before, and I was able to catch a hint of his cologne. Nice, not overwhelming. I wanted to smell him up close, so I leaned toward him and quietly asked what would make him rethink his plans. I recognized the scent, Polo Black, one of my favorites.
"Well, an attractive, intelligent and incredibly sexy woman might cause me to rethink my plans," he said.
"Should I be flattered?" I asked.
"You don't need flattery from me. Whether you are or not depends on what you think of the source."
"Well then in that case, I'm flattered," I said.
"Then I too am flattered. Can I buy you another drink?" he asked.
"Maybe. Are you local or just here on business?" I asked.
"I'm here on business and I'm staying in this hotel," was his response.
I smiled. This was going to be easy.
"How would you feel about calling room service for the next drink?" I asked.
"That depends. Are you a working girl?"
I placed my hand on his thigh and stroked down the inside and back up.
"What I'm offering does not come with a price tag," I returned.
"Bartender," he called. "Please have another round of drinks sent to room 410."
He offered me his arm and we walked across the room toward the lobby. I looked at the woman I'd noticed earlier and she gave me an obvious disappointed look. I smiled at her and looked at her hungrily. Maybe she'll hang around and I'll see her in an hour or so. The way she looked at me made me wet.
Inside the elevator he grabbed me pulled me against him and gave me a crushing kiss. Both his hands went to my ass and pulled my dress up to my waist. He pushed his hands inside my panties and cupped my ass cheeks, then pushed his hands to the side and down, drawing my panties down my thighs. He got on his knees and pressed his face into my small patch of fur. I spread my legs and he slid his tongue inside my moist pussy. I moaned loudly and put my hands on his shoulders for balance. I close my eyes as I enjoy the feeling of his tongue on my clit. He licked and sucked and kissed until I had an orgasm, then he pulled my panties off and stood up. He looked around and I see a camera in the corner.
"Why don't we give them a show?" He suggests.
"What do you have in mind," I ask.
He punches the stop button on the elevator
He opens his pants and lets them fall to the floor. His throbbing cock sticks straight out and I can't keep from grabbing it. I go down on my knees and take him in my mouth and begin to suck with long slow strokes. Soon my head is bobbing quickly back and forth as I suck him in deeply and back out quickly. Before I go too far he stops me and picks me up, He lifts my dress up to my waist again, placing his hands under my ass cheeks and lifting me up. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. With one hand he positions his cock and slides it all the way into my pussy. He pushes me against the wall, his hands under my ass and begins to fuck me hard. His cock is like a piston thrusting into my dripping wet pussy. My moans are bouncing off the close walls. I look briefly at the camera and thank my stars this isn't my hotel. He is kissing my neck as his cock drives into me again and again. I'm practically screaming with orgasmic pleasure now as my orgasms are coming fast. My back is slamming against the elevator wall as his thrusts pound into me harder and harder. He's moaning now also and I can feel his cock begin to swell. I tighten my pussy muscles and grip his cock to hasten his orgasm. Suddenly he explodes inside me and I feel another spurt with each thrust of his cock. My own orgasms are almost continuous until he finally slows down and leans against me. My legs are still around his waist and he leans forward and kisses me. We kiss for a few moments until his limp cock slips out, and then he sets me back on my feet. My dress falls down and I reach around to smooth it out. He pulls his pants back up and pulls the stop knob to start the elevator again.
We get off and go to his room. I find the bathroom and freshen myself up. As I walk back into the room he is laying naked on the bed.
I walk over and kiss him on the mouth, thank him, and walk out the door. I got what I came for, and it took less time than I expected. As I descend in the elevator I'm hoping that the hot woman is still in the lounge. Having sex in the elevator made me feel like a wanton whore, and for some reason, that made me even hornier.
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