0 comments/ 24328 views/ 0 favorites Business Trips By: RomanticRed They had been on the floor at the hotel bar for almost an hour - both on business trips from different companies, both of their bodies glistening under the lights on the small crowded dance floor. The band was playing old time rock & roll. He could hardly move for watching her. Beads of sweat traced the outline of her breasts, which were neatly pushed up by a lacy black bra visible at the lip of her low cut blouse. Even when she turned away from him the sway of her ass gave him no relief. He was getting hotter and hotter, and his cock began to stiffen in his scant cotton briefs. Then, to his horror... a slow song. She didn't hesitate to move to him and put her arms around his neck. His hands fell to the small of her back. Her breasts against his chest and the feel of her breath on his neck broke the last of his resistance to arousal and his cock stood rock hard. Thankfully, they weren't touching below, so he had not been discovered. This temporary safety ended abruptly when she changed positions and her hip came to rest on his engorged member. "Oh!" She softly exclaimed in is ear. "That's nice..." And instead of backing off which he had hoped for, she pulled in tighter and let the motion of her thigh rub his swollen crotch with every sway. Her body was pushing and grinding against his cock, sending wave after wave of pleasure through is body. He let out a spontaneous moan, which was answered by a hot, wet mouth on his ear. She inched him hopelessly close to a climax and then decided she was now too hot to go on with the dance. "Let's go.", she said, leading him off the floor. "My turn." She led him, weak kneed to the elevator and whisked him up to her room. She guided him onto his back on the bed and tore at the belt and zipper of his pants. Too weak to do anything but cooperate, he lifted his butt off the bed as she pulled his pants and underwear off in one motion. His cock was still partially erect, but that wouldn't do for her just now. So, she began to run her tongue up and down his shaft. She licked his g spot occasionally slipping him into her mouth and running him to the back of her throat. His erection quickly returned to full strength, but an orgasm for him was now well off. Now was her chance. She removed her skirt and black lace panties, the latter of which were soaking wet from the evening's activities so far. She needed his cock too badly; there would be no more finesse. She straddled him, raised him up to meet her engorged, and dripping opening, and plunged him in. She rocked gently but firmly down on him, taking him as deeply as she could with each motion. At first he watched the show as if it were happening to somebody else. Then, her creamy walls began to do their work on him and his orgasm began its early stages. He thought he might be able to cum with her. "Wait!" he moaned. The scent of her pussy, the creamy strokes, and the sight of her were getting him closer and closer. Then, it was too late. She clamped down on him tightly, her vagina grabbing and releasing in an orgasm that was spectacular to watch. It nearly got him over. He tried pushing while she came, but he only got to the edge. Now, satisfied, she rolled off of him, rolled again, and wound up on her stomach on the other side of the bed. He looked down at himself, dripping wet, rock hard, his head purple and swollen, a drop of pre cum at his opening. He gave himself a little stroke, her juices providing the lubrication. He looked over at her, lying on her stomach, face turned away from him. His eyes traced her form down to her ass...the same ass that had started everything earlier in the evening. He thought about beating off, even to the point of getting the complimentary hand cream off of the night stand and slathering himself with it. But he couldn't get his eyes off of her ass. And after a couple of strokes with the hand cream, he decided on a better way to satisfy himself. He rose and crawled over and straddled her legs. She started to speak but he quieted her with 'Shhh...trust me." Without reply he looked down at her and gently pulled her cheeks apart to reveal the most beautiful little pink ass he'd ever seen. He rose up onto his knees and ran the head of his cock between her soft cheeks. "Honey?" There was a little concern in her voice now. His head reached her opening and he gently prodded his head about half way in. "I'm not sure I'm ready..." With his head in this position, and keeping his weight on his knees and hands, he stretched out the length of her body and gently, but firmly grabbed her arms so that she couldn't move. "Honey, I don't know...." But this time it was too late for her. Her mild protest was met with his loving, but firm grip on her arms and there was no escape for her. His cock, layered with thick hand cream, pierced her and sunk deep inside. He had never felt anything so tight, so satisfying. His head lit on fire, then his shaft. He had wanted to be gentle, but he could not help pumping harder and harder until his torso was slapping her ass with each stroke. He was a wild animal, taking her in the most banal way. Taking her against her will for his own gratification. Then, it hit him. All at once, a blinding orgasm came from everywhere, his cock, his head, his feet. Nothing had ever been so satisfying. He pumped several times and came to a rest on her back, fully inserted, breathing with all his might. Then, he released her arms, and kissed her on the cheek. He pulled back her hair to reveal a sly smile on her face. As had been the case all night, he had gotten his way, and in the process, she gotten hers. Business Trips Business trips are lonely. They aren't fun. Evenings are boring. I was tired of coming back to the room, taking off my clothes, and stroking myself watching porn every night. I needed people; to talk to, to see, to play with. I decided to go to the bar, do something (or someone) different. I dressed carefully in a skirt and low cut blouse. Putting my favorite toys in my purse, I left my room and headed to the hotel bar. I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. Everywhere around me, there were people. I saw couples, business associates, groups of giggling women and laughing men everywhere. I envied them. They had someone to talk to. And then you walked in. You were tall and muscular. You sat down at the bar, a stool between us, and ordered a beer. I noticed out of the corner of my eye the way your tongue touched the lip of the bottle when you took a sip. I wondered what that tongue would feel like on my clit. I was focused on the fruity drink in front of me when you said hello. I turned to say hi, as you took another sip. That tongue, again, touching the lip of the bottle, made me squirm a little in my seat. We started a simple conversation. Small talk can be boring. But at least I was talking face to face with someone. After about fifteen minutes, you asked what brought me to the bar. I decided to lay it all out. I moved to the empty seat between us, put my hand on your thigh and said, "I was lonely. I needed someone tonight to talk to, to see and to play with. I'm tired of playing with myself." After a short pause, and another long sip of your beer (that tongue!) you started conversation again. It had more veiled innuendo, but from the outside, no one would know exactly what we were thinking. I could feel the wetness seeping out if me and was squirming a little more when you asked me what I did on business trips to fill the void. I moved my hand up your thigh a little, leaned in, and asked if you wanted to see for yourself. You smiled, took another sip, and said, "you're killing me. This is crazy, but in a good way." I smiled back, and said I needed to get back to a room, quick. You raised an eyebrow when I said "a" room, not "my" room. You said you had a room we could get back too. We finished our drinks and walked to the elevator. Inside, I asked you what floor. "Nine" you said. "Me too," I said and smiled. When we got to your floor, you led the way to your room. When we got in there, you said you were married and having second thoughts. I said I was married too, and we didn't have to do anything. Whatever you wanted was fine with me. You sat on the edge of the bed and said, "do you like to watch?" I responded with a nod and said "and be watched, too." You looked down, and paused. I could tell you were pondering whether or not to say something. Finally, you looked me in the eyes and said "would you like to watch me?" I nodded again, licked my lips, and said, breathlessly, "yes" and moved to sit on the other side of the room. You asked why I moved so far away. I told you I would probably be tempted to help, and didn't want to do anything you didn't want. You seemed to agree, and moved back to a reclining position on the bed. I could see the bulge in your jeans. I wanted to put my hand around your cock, my mouth, too, but I was willing to let you do this your way. I had a feeling, in time, you may be more willing then right at the moment. I would watch, be the voyeur, if that's what you wanted. You closed your eyes, and began to rub your hard on through your jeans. It was almost as if I wasn't there. You were alone in the moment. I had to sit on my hands so I wouldn't be tempted to get closer and help, touch, lick. You unbuttoned and unzipped still rubbing through cloth. You opened your eyes and looked deep into mine. With that look, you slid your hand inside and pulled out your cock, stroking flesh against flesh, staring at me. I didn't know where to look, your eyes, your cock, away. No, I couldn't look away. I was riveted to the scene in front of me. At first it was a little awkward, just watching and not doing anything. But I was enjoying every minute of it. I grew wetter and wetter at the site of you stroking your rock hard cock. I wondered what it would feel like, taste like, or if I would even have the opportunity to find out. I was squirming harder in my seat, fighting the urge to get closer. But I knew a way I could help without touching you. I took off my shirt to reveal a lace trimmed cami. I pulled down the front of it to show you my favorite red, lacy bra. I moved the cups and spilled my tits out over the top. You smiled with approval as you stroked a little faster. Yet still I watched, wanting to help even more. You told me to come to the bed, far enough that I couldn't touch, but closer for a better view. My eyes were glued to the hand on your cock as you came. In spurts, you emptied yourself, right before my eyes. I licked my lips again, knowing it was over but not wanting it to be. You turned to me, smiled, and said, "your turn." "My turn? My turn to what? Touch, taste and play with you?" "No, I can't do that!" "Myself? OK, just what I've been doing all week, but at least I have an audience!" I smiled as I rolled over and lifted my skirt. I ran my hands up my stockinged legs, showing the black garter holding up my stockings. Slowly, ever so slowly, raising my skirt higher. I asked you to bring me my purse, from where I dropped it. You looked at my questioningly, as you got up from the bed. You removed the rest of your clothes and dropped them on the bedroom floor as you walked across the room. When you turned back to me, I had my skirt around my waist and feet planted on the bed. I was skimming my fingers over the red silk covering my pussy. You came back to the bed and gave me my bag. I carry a big purse for a reason! I reached in and pulled out my favorite vibe as I messaged my clit through my panties. I took my panties off over my garters, and placed the vibe on my clit, turning it up on high. I moaned as I gently pulled on one of my nipples with the other hand. My eyes never left you, though. You were stroking yourself again as you watched. You were sitting on your other hand. I guess you were having a hard time not helping, too! I was quivering again, almost over the edge, when you came back to the bed. You positioned your self so that by just turning toward each other, we could have tasted each other. I was eye to eye with your long, hard cock, as you were staring at my slick, wet pussy. I couldn't help it, I saw that pearly drop of pre-cum and leaned over to lick it off. I didn't mean to, it just happened, but we both froze as I moved my head back. I started to apologize, but you stopped me. "No, don't apologize, but please...finish what you started." "Are you sure?" "Yes." So I turned my head back and took you in my mouth. Your tongue, that tongue I first saw tonguing a beer bottle, was finally tonguing me. I came almost instantly, as I hadn't finished myself. It took you a little longer, so I had plenty time to play. Meanwhile, you sucked my clit into your mouth and nibbled gently. You put two fingers inside of me and found my g-spot. I was giving you one amazing blow job. I had you all the way down my throat, then back to only the head. Then quickly back down my throat. I loved the way you felt and tasted in my mouth. Silky smooth skin over rock hard muscle. After a few minutes, I had cum again, and you were about to. You tried to pull out, but I put my hand on your ass and pulled you tighter to me. That's all it took as you shot your creamy load down my throat. We rolled over, sated, and stared at the ceiling. I got up and cleaned up, and started to leave to go back to my room. I asked you how long you would be in town. "One more night, you?" "One more for me too." "See you in the bar tomorrow?" "Of course, or I could just come straight here." Business Trips Are Worth The Effort He checked into his hotel late that afternoon, hot and tired from his flight. He went straight to his room, and collapsed on the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. He fell asleep almost immediately. A knock at the door roused him from a sound sleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and grumbling to himself. 'This hotel better be on fire!' he thought angrily. He got up, opened the door, and his jaw dropped. Standing in the hallway was the love of his life, the one woman he loved above all others. She smiled and said, "May I come in, or is this a bad time?" He motioned her in, and excused himself briefly. When he came back, he found her standing at the window, watching the sun set. The way the light lit her face made her even more beautiful that he remembered. He walked up behind her and put his arms around her. She leaned back against his chest. He asked, "What are you doing here?" She turned, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I missed you," she said simply. "I came out here to tell you that." "You couldn't text me?" he said. "Um-mm," she purred, "I wanted to see your face when I told you. I wanted to feel you as well," she said, grinding her hips into his. His arousal was imminent, so he backed up. Clearing his throat, he said, "I think you should go home, before something happens that you might regret." "I am here because I want to be here, and because you want me to be here," she said. "You're here for the entire week, right?" He nodded, unable to speak. This was a different woman, one he wasn't familiar with, but he liked the change in her attitude. She advanced on him slowly, backing him up to the bed. When his knees bumped into it, she pushed him down and landed on top of him. She kissed him passionately, and he returned her kiss. He rolled over until she was under him, and he fit himself between her thighs. When she tried to speak, he silenced her with another kiss. When he finished, she looked at him with stars in her eyes. She smiled, and said, "I love you, and I want to marry you." The look on his face said volumes, but he had to ask. "Why?" She cocked her head to the side, and said, "Why? Because we have been apart for all these years, we've been through all kinds of trials and tribulations, yet we keep coming back to each other. Nothing seems to be able to separate us permanently, so we should probably tie this thing up before one of us dies, don't you think?" She tried to get up, but he pushed her down and kissed her again. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth, and she moaned in response. She returned the favor, taking in the heady scent of his cologne and the taste of his mouthwash. Her hands went up behind his back, and strained at his shirt. His fingers deftly removed her clothes, and then he sat up to remove his shirt and pants. The waning sunlight was coming in through the window, lighting her body with its rays. It made her seem other worldly, like she was there, but not there. His arousal was making an obvious tent in his underwear, and she noticed it. She opened her arms to him, and he lay down next to her. He just wanted to look at her forever, but she interrupted his thoughts. She said, "What are you thinking about?" He looked into her eyes, and said, "I don't know where to start. I've waited so long to be like this with you, and I just don't know...." She took his hand, put it to the clasp at the front of her bra, and said, "Start here." Those were the last words spoken by either of them until the next morning, when they woke up in each other's arms, happy and sated. They watched the sun come up, and then had breakfast together. He had to leave soon after, but he promised that he'd be back as soon as he could. She said she wouldn't leave the room, and that she would still be naked when he got back. Reluctantly, he left and went to his first business meeting of the day. His mind wasn't on business at first; it was on her, reclining on the bed seductively, waiting for him. After his first cup of coffee, he got his mind back to where it should have been. The morning dragged by, and when he got a chance, he called her. She answered sleepily, but was happy to hear from him. "Did I wake you?" he asked. "No, I was dozing, and watching the TV, or really, it was watching me." she said, laughing. She had showered already, and was a little hungry. 'Silly me,' he thought, 'I didn't think of that.' He said he'd call down to room service and have a plate of something sent up for her. She said, "No, that's ok, I'll wait until you get back to eat. Besides, there is still some breakfast left." "How about I bring something back for you?" he asked. "Chinese, please? Um, General Tso's chicken and a small beef fried rice?" she replied. "OK, I'll get that for you. Hey, I've got to go; I'll see you later, ok? I should be back around 7:00. Can you wait that long?" he asked. "Sure, no problem." she said. "OK. I love you." he said. "I love you too," she said, and blew him a kiss. They hung up, and he went back for another round of meetings. It was over sooner than he thought. He went to a Chinese restaurant close to the hotel, and got dinner for the two of them. On the way back, he stopped at a store, and bought something sexy for her to wear. He really hoped that she would like it, and that he could control himself so that he wouldn't tear it. He entered the elevator, and pushed the button for his floor. The elevator rose slowly. When it reached his floor, he got out and practically ran to his room. She heard him coming, and got out of bed with the bedcovers around her. She stood at the door, just looking at him through the peephole, and said, "Who is it?" He looked up, exasperated, and said, "It's me, open the door." She considered playing with him for a half second, decided against it, and opened the door. She backed up, allowing him into the room, and closed the door behind him. He took the packages to the table, and put them down. He took her in his arms, and kissed her. His hands traveled her body beneath the bedcovers. He had trouble stopping, so she made him stop by saying, "What did you bring? Something smells good." He looked at her, sighed, then turned and handed her a package. "This is for you," he said. "It's something for you to wear, I hope you like it." She took the package from him, and sat on the bed to open it. She peeked inside, and saw what it was. The look on her face said 'yeah, I like it.' She looked at the food, and said, "I'm hungrier than anything, so this will have to wait, ok?" He laid the food out on the table, they gave thanks, and then began to eat. The news was on the TV, so they watched and ate in silence. When they were finished, she looked at her package, and said, "Would you like me to model your gift now?" "I just hope it fits; if it doesn't, I can take it back." he said. "OK," she said, picking up the package and taking it with her into the bathroom. She decided on a quick shower, and then draped the ribbon he'd bought into a red bow. It fit her perfectly, accentuating all of her curves. She knew he liked her body the way it was, but she wanted to work on it to get it to her idea of perfection. She'd looked at herself in the mirror once more, and then called out to see if he was ready for her. He was, so she stepped into a darkened room lighted only by the TV, or what she thought was the TV. He had candles flickering on the table far away from any perishables, and they cast a romantic glow around the room. She smiled at him, and went to the bed. Just as she was about to sit down, he stopped her and said, "Wow. You are so beautiful." She blushed prettily, and said, "Thank you, I love it, and I love you. It fits very well, don't you think?" In answer, he stood up, took her in his arms and kissed her again. Her skin was still damp from her shower, and she shivered a little. He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, and growled a little in her ear, which caused her to giggle. She moved her head a little, and kissed his cheek, then his neck. Her hands went up his back, and began to pull at his shirt. "Take your clothes off, I want you naked now" she breathed. He stepped back and did as he was bid. When he was down to his underwear, she stopped him and said, "Lie down and watch me. Don't take your eyes off me." He lay down on the bed, and watched her. She turned on the TV, found a music channel, and she danced around the room. He never took his eyes off her. When she was done, she came back to the bed, and straddled him. "Don't touch me, I will touch you. Keep your hands above your head at all times." "Yes ma'am," he said. She began at his neck, kissing and touching his skin. Her hair dragged along his stomach as she kissed her way down. She could feel his stomach muscles clench when she reached his navel, but he didn't stop her. She looked up at him, daring him to move. He smiled back at her, his eyes promising her that he would pay her back for her wantonness. She grinned in response. He grabbed her and rolled over, taking her with him. He leaned into her face and whispered, "You are a vixen, girl. I should find a way to tame you, but I don't know if I ever will. Not sure I really want to; I like it when you take control." She smiled, and pulled him down to her. With his hands on either side of her face, he kissed her slowly. Passion took over, and his kiss became ferocious. He stopped kissing her momentarily, and loosened the bow with his teeth. His hands began moving over her body, touching everywhere at once. He squeezed her breasts, and his tongue was flicking over her nipples. Sucking gently, his fingers made their way over her sides, and down to her thighs. He parted them slowly, and his tongue slid down. He nibbled on the insides of her thighs, causing her to jump uncontrollably. He kissed her there, and began to tongue-kiss her pussy. This action nearly made her come off the bed, but he held her fast. When his tongue reached her clit, he held on, humming on it. She began thrashing on the bed, trying to get away from him and stay there at the same time. She begged him to stop, but he didn't. He slowed down, but did not stop, because he knew it had been a while since he'd done this for her. He lapped, laved and licked at her pussy for what seemed like forever, fingering it slowly, maddeningly, but he did it in such a way that not only was she able to enjoy it, but when she was ready to cum, she was able to do so more than once. All he wanted was to make her happy, and he'd certainly succeeded at that. She was so out of breath at the end, she had no idea where she was for a minute. He came up and kissed her lightly, and when she smelled herself on his lips, she licked his face like a kitten. He looked at her and chuckled. "Mm-hmm. You like that, huh?" She answered with a purr and stretched her body against his. After resting for a few minutes, she was ready for him again. She straddled him, and lowered herself onto him. Up and down she went, throwing her head back in ecstasy. It felt so good to be loved like this. His hands moved to her sides, and held her close. They was close, so close to climax, and when it happened, it was explosive. Both of them were completely exhausted. She looked up at him and said, "Wow. Where did that come from?" He said, "That was a long time coming, no pun intended." She laughed low in her throat, and he savored the feeling of her being so close to him. He said, "You know we have to leave tomorrow." "Yes, I know," she said. "I was having a good time here with you, this was fun." "Yeah," he said, hugging her close. "We should do this again." "Mmmmm, again, and again, and again, and again....." she said, between kisses on his neck and face. He groaned and wanted to make her stop, but it felt so good, he didn't have the heart to stop her. She stopped on her own, and snuggled close to him, about to go to sleep. He watched her for a few minutes, then got up carefully to blow out the candles. He got back into bed, and before he went to sleep, he thought to himself, 'I am one fortunate man. I have this beautiful woman who loves me, and I love her so much. Thank you, God! I'm going to marry her!' Business Trips Were Never Like This Author's Note: While this is a fantasy story I really did just return from a trip to Prague. While there, the manager at the hotel fit the description in the story to a 'T'. The rest is fantasy. I recently made a one week business trip to Europe that was, in a word, memorable. My travel agent booked me on a first class ticket to the Czech Republic and said he would recommend I stay at a hotel near Prague that provided "world class" service. I've traveled quite a bit and stayed at a number of five star hotels but took his word for it and booked the trip. The cost was more than I was expecting but I rationalized it as just another business expense on my tax return. He did say it would be worth every penny. I got to Prague at about 4 PM and rented a car for the drive to the hotel. It was located about ten miles outside of the city and I would have missed it had I not had my GPS with me. It was located about a half mile off the main road, a long tree-lined driveway that led to a four-story building. I checked in and showed my passport and credit card to a rather severe but pretty blonde woman dressed in a blue business suit and her hair pulled into a bun. About 30, I thought, probably a great figure under that business suit. Her name tag read 'Anna.' Anna checked me into my room rather professionally and gave me my door card, room 410. A porter took my bags and led me to my room. I noticed that the fourth floor of the hotel was secured; you needed to have a card for a fourth floor room to have access. Must be that world class lodging my travel agent told me about. The room was nice but not especially opulent. As I tipped him, he remarked to me in rather good English, "I see you have purchased all of our services, enjoy." Okay, a room, TV, Wi-Fi; no big deal for today's travelers. After dinner downstairs, I went back to my room and assembled my notes for the meetings scheduled for tomorrow. I had a full schedule and wanted to rest up. The bed had a sign that said the hotel offered a "turn-down" service when ready to retire. I called downstairs and told the front desk I was turning in. About 5 minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said, and it was Ms. Professional herself, Anna. She turned down my bed and, rather than leaving, pointed to the bed and, in her Czech accent, said, "Relax, you must be tired." I was tired a minute ago but now my heart was racing. What was this, I thought? I lay back on the bed and watched. Anna moved to the entertainment center and turned on some music. "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate began playing. Anna turned her back to me and let her hair fall down to her shoulders. As she swayed to the music, first her jacket, then her skirt came off until she was dressed in nothing but black bra, matching thong, black fishnet stockings and six inch heels. She turned to face me, leaned forward on the bed, and made a kissing motion with her lips. "Don't you want to kiss me," she teased, rather huskily. At first I was frozen but I quickly moved to her side, took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. My hands traveled up and down her body feeling every curve as we kissed. She undressed me with knowing hands and I pulled toward the bed. We lay there together and continued kissing and petting. Then she placed a finger to her lips as if to say to me 'shush' and moved her head down to my waist. Taking my cock in her hand she expertly brought me to full hardness and placed her lips on the cockhead, licking it with her tongue. With her other hand she placed a finger on her clitoris and began to stimulate herself. I placed my hand on her head and with only gentle pressure pushed down until my cock was entirely in her mouth. Up and down her head moved as she brought me to the point of climax, then stopped me from cumming with pressure from her hand, then brought me to the point of climax again. I was ready to burst. She then climbed astride me and placed my cock in her pussy, which was wet and ready. We fucked for what seemed like an hour; she could take me to the point of cumming, climax herself, and then hold me from cumming with the muscles in her groin. I had never experienced anything so erotic. Finally I could hold it no longer and I came with a literal gusher into her. When I finished she took my cock back in her mouth and licked every drop of cum remaining. The music still played while Anna dressed herself in the same sexy way she had undressed. With a final kiss for me she left the room. I fell asleep right away. I awoke feeling refreshed and went downstairs to check out. No Anna, though; her shift must have ended. However, there was a new attendant behind the desk. A lovely Asian woman, Filipina perhaps, with long brown hair down to her waist, greeted me. Her name tag said Mara. "Checking out?" she asked. I thought for moment. "No," I said, "I think I'll stay over another day; can you book the same room for me? I have several meetings in town today but my flight doesn't leave until the day after next." "That's on the fourth floor, correct?" she inquired with a smile. "Yes, please," I hastily replied. "Have a productive meeting today," she said, "Your room will be waiting for you when you return. I'm sure you'll see me this evening." You betcha.