A sexy surprise in the bar, part one
She wants it, he delivers
You know the scenario, I was sitting in the bar at the hotel where I was attending a big conference. Minding my own business, sipping a single malt and generally thinking of nothing when she approached me.
“Penny for your thoughts.” I looked up from my drink to see a tall, extremely well dressed woman standing there.
“Uh? Sorry. I was miles away.” She was stunning; my immediate thought was that she must be a high class hooker but then I recognised her as one of the speakers from the afternoon session.
“You’re….” I struggled to remember her name. “Mary Gudjohnson.”
“Well remembered. I’m impressed. You get brownie points for that, Mr. Symonds.” Her smile was warm and seemed entirely genuine.
“How do you know my name?” There were hundreds of people at the conference, I didn’t think I stood out particularly.
“Oh, let’s just say I’ve had my eye on you for a while.” She winked in a sexy way, enough to get my cock twitching. “And as it’s the last night I thought it might be a good idea to have a little fun.” My blood was really starting to flow now. She leaned in, provocatively, and whispered in my ear.
“Well, we’re both consenting adults, I’m sure we can find something to do.” Her eyes twinkled as she said it. I was surprised, a bit shocked even, but very interested.
“Tell me more,” I teased her gently. I liked this woman and I had an inkling that this evening was about to get a whole lot better. She reached for her bag and extracted a plastic card.
“Room 725. Give me 15 minutes to freshen up. Oh, and bring a bottle. It’s party time!” With that she placed the card on the bar in front of me and turned swiftly and headed for the elevator. I watched her as she left, the sway of her hips was just for me, I knew that much. I picked up the card and sipped my drink slowly.
I ordered the second cheapest bottle of champagne and requested an ice bucket and two glasses. It was time to see where this was headed. The seventh floor was the top floor where the hotel suites were; I was on the third floor, standard rooms. I found her room and knocked on the door. There was a long pause and then the door swung open. I tried to look as casual as possible and showed her the ice bucket. She smiled and waved me in.
“Put it on the coffee table.” I did as I was told and then turned to face her.
“Wow!” I couldn’t help myself. She was wearing a sheer silk wrap that clung to her curves, her ample breasts were straining the material and her nipples stuck out like two thimbles. She moved to the large settee and sat down revealing an expanse of coffee coloured thigh as she did. She patted the sofa beside her.
“Come! Sit beside me. Let’s have a drink to celebrate.”
“What are we celebrating?”
“Tonight! Us!” She laughed and her long curls shook as she did. I opened the champagne, without it overflowing, and poured us each a glass. I gave her one and sat down beside her. She took a sip and then swung her legs up and over mine, exposing even more of her long legs. I rested my hand on them, above her knees. She didn’t flinch. Her legs were quite firm, muscled even. I slid my hand up and down them. She purred with pleasure. We clinked glasses and drank some more.
She wiggled her body until her ass was firmly planted in my lap, I was certain she would feel my hardening cock. Of course she soon did!
“Ooh, nice!” She squirmed around only making me harder. “I’m going to enjoy that.” And with that she rolled off me and knelt between my thighs. Her fingers soon undid my belt and then my trousers. Her nimble fingers freed my now raging boner from my briefs. She grasped it in both hands, my girth made it necessary for her to get a good grip. She bent her head lower and kissed the tip of my glans. She didn’t break eye contact. Then as I arched my back in pleasure she slowly engulfed my thick shaft. She got almost half of it in her warm wet mouth before she gagged. She sucked hard which made my whole body flex. Then oh, so slowly she pulled back and released me with a loud pop. She tipped her head to one side.
“Tell me, are you a once a night man or can you cum and cum again?” I was happy to be able to reassure her that I was definitely a more than once kind of guy.
“Good!” she said. “I want to taste you properly.” She renewed her efforts. As she did so her wrap gradually came undone and I was treated to the sight of her glorious orbs as they wobbled as she bobbed up and down on my shaft. I reached down and ran my fingers over them, playing with her now rock hard nipples. She reached to cup my balls. I could feel the pressure in them building towards bursting point. I let my head roll back and moaned. I was getting pretty close. I put my hands on the back of her head as the pressure peaked.
“Mmmmmmm.” She was moaning as well. She knew I was about to blow my load. She made encouraging noises, even though her mouth was full, and that did it.
“Oh fuck I’m cumming!” I groaned loudly and the first load rushed from my balls, along the length of my shaft and exploded into her mouth. She reacted with a flinch but bravely swallowed as my hips jerked and I cried out in ecstasy as I pumped more and more thick juicy cream into her willing throat. She sat back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Yummy!” she purred, her wrap now almost fully open. Her impressive cleavage was fully on display and better still I was able to see her neatly trimmed bush, barely hiding her full labia. She noticed my gaze.
“Soon. Patience. Perhaps you should get undressed and we can have another glass of fizz, after all there’s no rush. Is there?”
“Definitely no rush.” I wanted to savour this woman, she was special. She poured two more glasses while I quickly shed my clothes. I was glad I’d started going to the gym last year, it was certainly having a positive effect on the way I looked and the confidence that gave me. She discarded her wrap and we cuddled up on the settee. She stroked my now limp cock absentmindedly.
“It’s very impressive, even like this.” She pulled my foreskin back gently and ran a nail along the slit on my glans. She laughed as I reacted to her touch. I pulled her to me and our lips met. Soft fluttery kisses turned to deep passionate kisses that left us both breathless. I could see the lust in her eyes and her skin seemed to be glowing in the soft lights. I changed position so I was astride her thighs. I kissed her neck, seeking out her most sensitive spots. She pulled my head tight to focus on the right spot. Her cries increased in volume when I found it.
I felt her hands press me lower so I shifted, pressing her legs apart with my knee and now lying on her. I began to torment her nipples, teasing them with small kisses, lots of licking and eventually the odd bite. She liked that, her body arching up beneath me, pressing her mound against me.
“Lower!” she demanded, her voice deep with lust. I let my tongue slide down until I reached her belly button. She wrapped her legs around me, gripping me to her. My cock was coming back to life and throbbing against her ass but that was for later. I had something else on my mind right now, and so did she. Again that pressure on my head.
“Ok. I get the message.” I slid lower and rested my nose into her bush and inhaled. Her musk was light, barely noticeable, but her arousal was high. Her pubes were glistening and her labia were already puffy. I peeled them apart with tentative fingers and clamped my mouth over her sex. She tasted sweet and creamy, almost like honey. I lapped her juices up greedily as they flowed freely. She pressed my head against her, rubbing my stubble into her most sensitive places. She was becoming increasingly vocal, directing my attention to her clit, then as deep as I could push it into her. All the time she kept moaning and twitching beneath me. I could tell she was getting close to her orgasm so cheekily I stopped.
“So, tell me. Are you one of those women who only cum once or are you multi-orgasmic?”
“Don’t fuck around, just make me cum. You’ll find out soon enough!” I grasped her ass and dived back in, lashing at her now prominent clit. She began to wail, loudly, as her legs clamped me tightly in place and her body shook.
“Oh my god, thank you, thank you, oh YESSSSSSS!” She held me tightly as her body quivered. I applied my tongue to her clit and that set off a second surge, or maybe it was a second climax. I didn’t care. All I knew was she was experiencing something special and I was part of it!
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