I stopped at the hotel bar for a quick night cap before heading to bed. Across the bar sat an olive skinned brunette, sleek and slender but with exotic womanly curves. Our eyes meet, a shy smile lets me know she did catch me looking at her in the fitness center that morning. Some small talk that neither of us was interested in, then last call. Thinking this was good night, I gave her a peck on the cheek and wished her good night.
After an agonizing elevator ride wondering what might have been, I reach my door and fumble with the key. In the distance I hear the elevator ding. For an instance my heart flutters as the hope it might be her flashes through my mind. Do I dare look? I finish unlocking my door and take a quick peek down the hall. There is a lady walking towards me but I couldn’t tell if it was the woman from the bar. I walk into my room but the door doesn’t close behind me. I turn to see the olive skinned brunette standing in the door way. She looks so professional in her white long sleeve shirt unbuttoned to show plenty of cleavage, her tight black skirt that reveals no panty lines, black thigh-highs and sexy black 6” heels. But best of all was the smile of desire, the you need to please me look from a strong confident woman.
Without a word she walks to me and kisses me like I have never been kissed before. Not with love, but with a hot lusty desire of two people looking to please each other. She swings me around and pushes me up against the door and continues the kiss while her hands slide down my chest. She unbuttons my shirt, her hands touching my bare chest, exploring with a gentle but firm touch. She removes my shirt but leaves my tie then kisses her way down my neck, down my chest making sure to give each nipple attention, licks, nibbles and sucks. Kisses my abs stomach, removes my belt, unbuttons my pants and lets them fall to the floor. She kisses the belt line of my boxers, left to right, right to left driving me crazy with anticipation. There is no hiding my excitement anymore. The olive skinned beauty removes my manhood from my boxers and engulfs it with her warm, moist mouth. Slowly back and forth, each time a little deeper until she takes it all then pauses and looks up at me with those sexy hazel eyes. Then she continues the back and forth, slowly, sensually as my man juices continue to build. I pant “I am cumming, oh god, I am cumming”. She continues until she has taken all I had to give.
Still looking at me with those hazel eyes, she stands, grabs my tie that is still around my neck and leads me, without saying a word, to the couch. Once there she tugs on my tie until I fall to my knees, she raises her leg and puts her shoe on my shoulder, I can smell the sweetness of her essence as she has definitely been turned on by the activities so far as well. Again using my tie she pulls me in to see that there was no panty line, cause there were no panties. Then pulls me in further and I knew it was time to repay her. I start with a lick around the outside, then up and down the clitoris tasting her sweet juices. She takes her hand that is not on my tie and places it on the back of my head and pushes me deeper. I insert my tongue and slowly go in and out with the rhythm of her hips. Her pace gets faster, I continue to lick her as I insert a finger to pleasure her G-spot. She gets faster then suddenly pulls me away by the hair. I wonder did I do something wrong? Has she reached climax? She turns and bends over the couch, hiking up her skirt and pulls my face back in, directing me with her hands so my tongue again pushes past her lips. I continue to follow her lead and please her as best I can. Her rhythm quickens, faster and faster until she tenses holding my face tightly against her, bucking in orgasm upon my lips.