I Fucked a Stranger I Met in the Hotel Bar
“Well, as it turns out I have a room at this hotel. Maybe we could go up and continue our conversation in a more intimate setting?” I asked, leaning closer to him.
The corporate party was nice. Nothing too crazy but I still left early. For some reason, I wasn’t very enthusiastic about traveling half the country to celebrate the Sales Kickoff Meeting. I was on my way to the hotel room even if I didn’t feel like going to bed just yet. So when I got back to the fancy 5-Star Hotel, I decided to head straight to the bar.
Not many people were around, and slow jazzy music was playing in the background so I sat on an empty bar stool and ordered a Vesper. I took out my phone and started checking my messages and news until the cocktail arrived. The barkeeper smiled at me, it seemed he was admiring my cleavage while trying to be all secretive about it. He failed. He was interested, that much was obvious. He was in his late 20s. Not my type. Too young, way too young.
I took a sip of my drink. It was nice. Only three people were in the lounge this time of night and they all seemed busy with their own stuff. I was engrossed in my Instagram feed and all the weird stuff happening in other people’s lives when I heard someone clear his throat right next to me. Intrigued, I looked up and saw him. He stood a few meters away, smiling at me. He was in his late fifties, nice suit, a golden watch, almost bald, with some grey patches on the side, and piercing blue eyes behind some fancy rimless glasses.
I smiled back at him with a surprised look on my face.
“Oh I’m sorry, I was just wondering if I might join you for a drink and some interesting conversation?”
Oh yes, he was nervous. He spoke very stilted and overly formally. I nodded, “Of course, take a seat.” He seemed nice enough. He sat on the barstool right next to me and his smile wouldn’t leave his face.
“My name is James,”
“Nice to meet you, James. I’m Nicole.”
We toasted with our glasses and drank.
“May I ask what a beautiful young woman like yourself is doing here that time of night?”
“I just needed a little quiet me time.”
“I apologize if I ruined your me time.”
“Not at all, I like a good talk with interesting people now and then.”
I gave him a big smile. He seemed great so far, a total gentleman. He was no model but that wasn’t what this was all about for me.
“You just called me interesting. No one has called me that for quite a while,” he said smiling.
“Not even your wife? I doubt that.”
“I’m divorced. Five years now.”
“It’s ok, it’s for the best.”
I got hornier the longer we talked and he stared at my cleavage. I wasn’t into talking for hours so I decided to go for it.
“Does that mean you haven’t been with a woman for a while?” I asked daringly.
“Let’s just say that I am not as active as I would like to be.”
He looked at me with his steely blue eyes but his smile faded. I felt sorry for him so I gave him my best mischievous grin.
“Well, as it turns out I have a room at this hotel. Maybe we could go up and continue our conversation in a more intimate setting?” I asked, leaning closer to him.
His beaming smile returned. It really lit up his face and made his wrinkles disappear.
“I would like that,” he responded.
Not more than ten minutes had passed since we started talking and now we were on our way to my hotel room. I felt a little dirty but also excited.
“So what do you do, Nicole?”
“Boring stuff, trust me. You want another drink?”
He nodded and I grabbed two beers from the minibar, toasted, and drank.
“So what you wanna talk about?” James asked innocently.
His shyness and innocence got me hornier than ever so without saying anything, I put my beer down on the table and walked toward James. He stood, I took his hand and lead him to the bed. I pushed him slightly with both hands until he sat down on the edge. I then walked a few steps backward away from him and stopped. There he was, all excited and horny, his blue eyes full of lust.
I felt sexy stripping in front of him. I kept smiling and started to unbutton my top. There already had been quite a bit of cleavage, but now I was about to set the girls free completely. I wasn’t wearing a bra, simply because I usually don’t. My breasts were very perky, so much so that I had been asked before if they were fake. Well, they were not. Mother nature just really liked me.
Once I was done opening my white shirt, I let it fall to the floor. James stared at my chest. He seemed very appreciative.
“Those are the most perfect breasts I have ever seen in all my years on this earth.”
I smiled and nodded, then slowly walked toward him, stopping just when my breasts were in front of his face. His hands came up and he cupped them slowly and very cautiously. When I didn’t object, he squeezed them more firmly and started to almost massage and maul them. When he pinched my already erect nipples and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and moan. It felt so good.
Suddenly I felt his wet lips on my nipples. He was kissing them, nibbling them, yes even biting them slightly. It drove me wild. From this point on he called the shots. I had led him over the starting line, now it was his turn. Full of confidence, all nervousness forgotten, he roamed my tits with his hands and mouth. Then he abruptly stopped and stood up.
With one swift movement, he pulled down my skirt and panties, let me step out of them, and kept staring at me. I know I’m good-looking for my age; trimmed tanned figure, blonde long hair, and tits to die for, let’s just say no one ever complained about my appearance — clothed or nude.
I was now standing before him completely naked except for my heels.
“This is too good to be true,” he whispered more to himself than anyone else.
He then undressed in like three seconds. I had never seen anything like that in my entire life. One second he was fully dressed, the next he was nude. He all in all may not have looked like a model or an attractive guy at that but he made up with his nice character and a well-sized fat rock-hard cock that kept twitching impatiently.
“Suck my cock!” he ordered.
I looked at him. He was excited and nervous, his face took on a nice shade of red. He didn’t do this often or hadn’t done it in quite a while. He liked to think he was in control, so I played along. I knelt before him and took his hard member in my hand. I kept stroking it slowly up and down. He didn’t close his eyes, instead, he kept looking down at me and seemed to enjoy what he saw: a hot naked blonde mother and wife, working on his cock.
“You’re so fucking hot…!” is all he said.
I kept stroking, faster and faster. Then I stopped. I leaned down and licked the head, poking his pee hole with my tongue, teasing him for a while before taking just the tip in my mouth.
“Oh fuck, that feels soo good!” he almost screamed.
He wasn’t huge but quite thick. I kept going down on his shaft, sliding his dick deeper and deeper into my mouth until my nose pressed against his belly and his cockhead poked my throat. I was good at this. I kept still for a bit, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock filling my mouth. I start bobbing up and down, going up until only his tip was still in my mouth and down until I bottomed up. And I kept increasing my speed while my tongue played with the underside of his dick, massaging all his sensitive spots.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth.
He was close… too close so I stopped and his well-lubricated cock left my mouth with a loud “pop”.
“It’s my turn,” I said, gently stroking his shaft.
I lay down on my back and spread my legs. James put his head between my legs and started kissing the insides of my upper thighs. They were very slow little kisses and licks, there was no urgency or hesitation in any of his actions. He just took his time and I liked it. He closed in on my most sensitive part but then he kept kissing down the other thigh not quite making it to my soft spot. He repeated that twice. Every time I thought he would finally touch my special place with his lips he changed course.
I started wincing and jerking my legs a little, trying to push him toward the place I wanted him to go, but he still took his time. I was close to begging when his lips finally closed in on my glistening and by now overly wet pussy. I felt his mouth on my lips; soft kisses left and right. Then came the tongue. He licked right up my slit from my pucker to almost my clit which was already standing on attention while parting my lips further and further with every lick. By now I was squirming on the bed, my hands on his head, trying to push him deeper to where I needed him to go.
His tongue had finally found my clit and a jolt of electricity raced through my limbs. I wasn’t quite there yet but close. He kept working my clit, licking my slit, kissing my lips, it was all a blur. He didn’t use his fingers though, but for a reason as I was soon to discover.
And then my mind went blank, all thoughts washed aside as I came like a fucking mad woman. I screamed, my hips bucked into his face, my body shook, and my limbs went numb. I kept breathing hard as I tried to come down from my orgasmic high. But James wouldn’t let me take a break. Even after I came hard, he kept licking my slit and kissing my swollen pussy lips. Because of his ongoing ministrations, it took me quite a while to come down from my bliss and kept the almost-there feeling going for a while.
“I wanna fuck that tasty pussy of yours!” James exclaimed loudly.
“You got a rubber?” I asked still breathing hard, my tits heaving up and down.
“Well no… I didn’t plan on doing this.”
“It’s OK”, I interrupted, “I’m on the pill.”
Without saying another word, he lined his cock up to my entrance and pushed forward. Once he was inside up to the hilt he kept pumping away at me slowly. He withdrew until only the tip was still inside me and pushed forward in one big stroke until his balls slapped against my asscheeks. He continued doing so very slowly for a while, giving me time to get used to his size, then he increased his speed. His cock was big and rock-hard, and his belly scraped about my tummy with every movement. I locked my arms around his neck and kept him close, lifted my head, and kissed him.
He eagerly kissed me back, pumping away at me with increasing speed and power, while our tongues did their own dancing. I was in heaven. This man knew what he was doing. He may have been a little out of practice, but all seemed to have come back to him in an instant and I appreciated that.
After a while, I couldn’t keep my head up and slumped back down on the bed, looking him in the eyes while he kept working away at me. He stared at me, still not believing his luck. I liked that look, it made me feel special.
All of a sudden my vision blurred and I could feel the wave coming from far away, about to wash all over me. My orgasm was intense and I moaned and writhed in ecstasy. The moment he felt my pussy contract around his dick he couldn’t hold it any longer and he came with me. I felt his cock twitch at least seven times before he collapsed on top of me, slipping his tongue back into my mouth.
After a couple of minutes of kissing, his limp dick plopped free from my well-used pussy, his cum leaking down my ass crack. We lay together for a short time after, but I had had my fun.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” I said while easing him off me and disappearing into the bathroom.
“Am I going to see you again, Nicole?” James asked.
“Fifteen minutes, then you’re gone, OK? Bye, James,” I said, closing the bathroom door behind me.
If you enjoy my writing and getting off reading my stories, subscribe to get an email whenever I publish.
Here are some other stories you might enjoy:
