Hotel Chapter One

When I got back to my room, I stripped off my damp workout clothes and stepped into the shower. As the warm water washed over me, I began to regret treating my ogling stranger so badly, especially since I had only half meant it, I knew deep down that he had seen through my little act anyway. But, he had not been a gentleman, I told myself. On the other hand though, he sure looked good! 

"Damn, it's been a while," I said out loud. Plus, there is something very sexy about a self-assured man. I thought about my ex-husband, Paul and how he was the exact opposite. 

I didn't miss him at all, just regretted the 'lost' years, but at least I had got my kids Matt and Susi. I could never regret them, though they are not kids now. I smiled to myself as I pictured Matt, who is very much a man; yes they are all grown up. 

The divorce seemed ages ago and my thoughts turned to wondering how long it had been since I had had 'real' sex.

'Shit', I thought, 'this isn't getting me anywhere'.

I soaped up my hands and washed my face, thinking about how sexually unsatisfying Paul had been, it was the final reason I had walked out on him. He was totally unimaginative in bed. I loved oral sex, and no matter how much I had begged for it, ached for it, he resisted. 

I wanted him to take charge, but he was too passive for that, even preferred it when I took over. Although I had quite liked that, I also needed to be dominated, even treated like a whore occasionally, even though I do hate that word. I like to be surprised and spontaneous. But Paul would never do any of those things. 

As I thought about what I really wanted, my soap-covered hands found their way to my breasts, then to my nipples. The softened water of the hotel made more suds than usual, and my skin felt almost oily slick. I massaged and kneaded my breasts, fingers pinching and twirling my nipples. As they got rock hard, I started to feel my pussy becoming moist and I began squeezing my legs together to put some pressure on down there. 

I adjusted the showerhead so the full force of the water was directed at my pussy and my thoughts turned again to the tantalizing Greg Harrison, I continued to squeeze and tease my nipples until they were fully hard. With one hand on a nipple, I let the other roam down over my belly, and onto my swelling pussy lips. Soapsuds made them even slicker and more inviting. I groaned as my fingers pressed into my slippery cunt and rubbed my hardening clit.

I tensed as the orgasm washed over me, short in duration, but at least satisfying enough to give me a much-needed release. I finished my shower, dried off, and stopped briefly to look at my body in the bathroom mirror. I pressed my little belly inwards with the palm of a hand, dissatisfied, and sighed with resignation, walking out of the bathroom knowing there was little I could do about it.

I pulled a t-shirt over my head, towelled my hair, and sunk down on the bed in the small suite, propping the pillows up behind my head. Turning on the TV, I soon found a movie that was explicit, even for cable. As I watched a particularly erotic scene, my thoughts wandered back to Greg again. 

The longer I watched, the more aroused I became. Finally I got up, went to one of my bags, and retrieved the small vibrator I always carry with me. It is thin and compact, and it comes in handy on my frequent road trips. I lay back down on the bed and began to use it on my breasts and nipples. Soon I could feel my pussy getting moist. Drawing my knees up and rubbing the vibrator lightly against my hardening clit and swelling pussy lips, I moaned softly as I felt the slow tingling sensation of the vibrator as I slid it....

The knock on the door startled me. 

"Bloody hell," I said aloud, jumping up. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, laid the vibrator on the nightstand, pulled my t-shirt down over my legs as far as it would go, and went to the door to look out of the peephole. Standing there was Greg Harrison! He was holding something, but I couldn't make out what it was. 

'Oh shit, now what do I do?' I backed away from the door a little, then stepped back and peered through the peephole again.

"Hello?" I heard him say, and he knocked again. I could see that sexy smile through the peephole...

"What do you want?" I said through the door. The emphasis was heavily on the "you". "How did you get my room number?"

"That doesn't really matter, does it? I wanted to make up for being so bad mannered earlier. May I come in?" he asked. 

I stepped back from the door again. 'What do I do now? I don't know this guy. There's no way I should open this door.' But, on the other hand I thought, 'what can it hurt just to see what he wants? And besides, I do want something to happen, whom am I trying to kid here? So why am I playing games?' 

Without considering about what I was wearing, I took a deep breath and opened the door. 

His eyes immediately travelled down to my legs, and then back up to my nipples, which were prominent and evident through the thin t-shirt. I saw his eyes quickly take in my body and I felt myself flush. I suddenly realised at that moment that the shirt covered very little, I had no panties on, even though the long t-shirt did not reveal that. I half-ducked behind the partly open door like a little girl and felt instantly stupid for doing so, after all, he'd already seen just about everything I had to offer, and I was in my forties (although I don't look it, thank you very much), for god's sake - certainly not a little girl anymore. And, I HAD opened the door, after all.

He looked directly into my eyes and extended his hands. He was holding two plastic tumblers and a bottle of champagne. I gazed at him as he stood there in jeans, a t-shirt, and no shoes. And that smile. That damned smile! He looked even better than before! His hair was still damp from his post-workout shower. 

"Ok, come in, Greg, right?"

"Right. Champagne?" He smiled, held up the bottle, and walked confidently into the room.

He put the two glasses down on the small coffee table and was already working on the foil at the top of the champagne bottle before I had closed the door. I looked down at myself, trying to assess how much he could see of me with just the t-shirt on. Looking back up and shrugging my shoulders, I strolled over to him. He poured champagne into the two plastic glasses and handed me one. 

"To life on the road, and these 'wonderful' hotels, and especially to sexy women," he said, we clinked our glasses together as much as cheap plastic would allow.

"Don't forget 'sexy men' in that toast", I replied.

"So, Ms Richfield, what do you do for a living, other than seduce vulnerable young men and get them into your room for wild sex, that is?" His smile was a mile wide. I almost spat out the mouthful of champagne.

"What! You presumptuous shit! How dare you!" I glared at him for a moment, but then said nothing more. We both knew that my transparent attempt at expressing indignation was not working at all. He put his glass down and so did I. 

His next statement both thrilled and frightened me a little.

"Ms Richfield, I'm going to lick you, suck you and then fuck you. And we're going to keep doing it until we're too exhausted to continue. Now take that ridiculous shirt off."

I could feel my nipples getting even harder and my pussy started tingling at his words. Without hesitation, I pulled the t-shirt off. He did the same. I reached out and ran my hands over his chest, then down his belly. He stood perfectly still as I unfastened his jeans, and pulled them down his muscular legs, sinking to my knees as I did so. He wasn't wearing underwear, and the sight turned me on even more. 

I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his already growing cock and squeezed. He moaned and reached down, entwining my hair in his fingers, pulling me toward his growing erection. I opened my mouth eagerly, pulling the tip of his cock into my warm, wet mouth. I expertly wrapped my tongue around it, playing with the tip, tasting the pre-cum already gathering there. He moaned again, pulling my head harder to him.

"Oh yes. That's it. Suck it," he breathed. He moaned as I began to suck his rigid cock. 

As I sucked, I looked upwards at him, making sure he was watching me devour him; I turned my full attention to his now rigid cock. I determined that it was about average size, somewhere around 7 inches long, but from the feel of it in my mouth, it was thicker than I was used to. He pushed again, and his cock slid farther in. I pulled back a little until I could get used to it a bit more, but this was something I was proud to be good at, my ex had always loved the way I gave him head. I swallowed and sucked his cock loudly, moaning as I did so, sending vibrations up his shaft, making him pull me even harder toward him. I pushed him back and said, 

"Uh-uh. I'm in control now. Stop that and let me do what I know how to do. Trust me, you won't regret letting me have my way with you right now."