0 comments/ 9704 views/ 0 favorites Hotel Hopping Ch. 01 By: epicurean2010 She needed to cum and cum quickly. There had to be to make this easier.... By the way there's a slow build up to this story. Don't say I didn't warn you! * It had been a long trip, the plane was late, her luggage was lost and a storm had just hit town. Arriving at her hotel she was disappointed to find that the gym and pool were closed. She checked in to her room, browsed the TV channels. Nothing, not even on the 15 second previews on the porn channels -- just adverts for phone sex. Her laptop had been checked into the hold, so she couldn't work --more security precautions, she'd been told. Her stomach rumbled. Looking at the clock she realised she should hit the bar for a bit of food. She needed to change, but had no clothes to use. It was too late to try and hit any shops. Checking herself out in the full length hotel room mirror she considered her appearance. Brown hair -- neat and tidy; check. Blouse; White (and still clean!); check. Breasts; 34B --still there ; check. 34 inch legs, on high heels elegantly flowing into an equally elegant grey skirt. All in all she looked good. Not the most ideal of travelling clothes but she'd had a meeting at the airport prior to her flight. Making her way down to the bar she noted a queue had formed at reception. A business man, was at the desk checking in. He was quite cute, she thought, nice buns too! Pausing at the door to the bar she took a deep breath. She didn't really like this side of hotel hopping. There was always someone with too much to drink ready to make a pass at her. Even when she'd faked a wedding ring she still got hit on. Not that she minded but most guys who were in the slurring drunk stage were not that interesting, typically repetitive and in desperate need of a shower. On entering the bar she was surprised to find no other business travellers there. A few family groups were positioned around the place. Even the barkeep was a girl! Ordering a glass of red wine she asked for the food menu. Unfortunately, she discovered, the kitchen had been closed. She couldn't even arrange a sandwich. Storm drains had blocked up and back fed into the kitchen and most of the staff were desperately trying to get the place cleaned up in time for breakfast. 'Ok,' she thought, 'I'll drink my wine, eat some peanuts and go to bed'. Sitting at the bar she chatted to the bargirl; it turned out she was a college student, who was only a part timer in the bar and typically covered the quieter shifts. She was quite a cutie too, petite and blonde. Probably a little precocious. Motion beside her made her turn. 'Cute buns guy' was at the bar, ordering a glass of wine. Whilst the bargirl was sorting this he turned to her and asked her about the bar food. She explained the situation with the kitchen. "Bugger" he said "Bloody typical after the day I've had too". He asked the bargirl where he could get something to eat. She suggested a local steakhouse, Gibson's. "They're normally busy every day of the week and really only stop serving when people stop asking, so you'll most likely get something" she said. He asked the bargirl to arrange a taxi. She looked at "Cute buns" guy in the mirror at the bar. "I'm hungry too" she thought. "Excuse me" she said, turning, "but would you mind if I came with you, I'm starving too". He turned to look at her. "Hmm, green eyes" she noted. He smiled and nodded. "Absolutely, I hate "tables for one"". The bargirl turned and smiled; their taxi had arrived. Leaving their unfinished glasses of wine they ran out to the taxi. The rain hadn't stopped and it was pretty windy. He opened the door for her and she jumped in. She slid along the back seat, he followed her in and shut the door. Letting the taxi know where to go she sat beside him in silence. His hip was brushing against her hand and she could feel his warmth. He placed his hand on his thigh. She could feel the sleeve of his suit brushing against her skin. It tickled in a pleasant way. Arriving at Gibson's she offered to pay the taxi driver. He nodded agreeing and said he'd run in to try and arrange a table. Hopping from the cab she ran into the restaurant. The place was thronged. She panicked, she couldn't see him. "What the hell was he wearing again?" She had had limited time to really look at him properly in the hotel bar. Scanning the faces in the restaurant she saw him at the bar. He had turned to her and waved and was shouting something but she couldn't hear. She put her hand to her ear. He raised his hand and mimed drinking to her. She nodded and mouthed the word "Red". Making her way through the people, towards the bar, she was glad of the extra height the heels had given her. She was able to see him all the time. The noise was incredible; most people looked like they knew each other. She reached him at the bar. He turned and handed her a glass of wine. He said something to her but she still couldn't hear. The crowd were quite raucous. Leaning over to hear him better she felt his cheek brush the hair by her ear. "There's a company event here tonight, but the barman can arrange some food for us in one of the booths in the bar if you'd like". "Sure" she said. "Let's order here and then try and find a seat". Scanning the menu she picked a steak along with a side of crabmeat and avocado. He ordered the same. The barman gave them a pager "We use his for busy nights, when it beeps your food is ready, there's a built in laser, just point the laser at the white wall at the back of the bar or even the ceiling over your table and we'll find you" He turned to her. "Let's try and find somewhere to sit" Picking up his wine and the pager in one hand he took her hand with the other and led her through the crowd. She felt the firmness and warmth in his hand. She felt, well... almost safe. Leading her towards the back of the bar they could find no seats. He turned and leaned up to her again. "I think there's a couple in that booth who might be finishing up, they appear to be on coffees" She enjoyed the warmth of his breath on her cheek as he spoke to her. "This really is very intimate" she thought "and I've only known him half an hour!" She realised looking down at her hand that he still held it in his own. He noticed this at the same time and let go, reluctantly --it appeared. It was just as crowded in this area as it was in the front of the bar. He turned to face her. They had stopped by the last booth in the bar. His back was to the wall and he was facing her. She stood in front of him. They started chatting, mostly about mundane things, hotel accommodation, the recent winter weather, flooding and how it had affected them in the past. The constant crush of the crowd was pressing against her from behind. At one stage a surge pushed her right up against him, nearly spilling the wine. She was forced up against him one of his legs pressed between hers. Stepping back she placed her hand on the wall behind him to keep the pressure of the crowd from crushing them. They had to stand close together to be heard but regular surges from the crowd kept pushing her into him. "If you'd like you could stand against the wall" he suggested. She nodded, ok. Her hand stung and her wrist hurt. They turned together, like two slow dancers, his left leg between hers. Placing his hand on the wall to keep his balance he raised his glass. "To crowded bars" he joked. "And solid walls" she said back. They clinked glasses. Music started and the noise level went up. He stepped closer to her to talk. No touching her but very close. The constant movement of the crowd pushed him closer. His left leg was now lightly brushing her skirt. She could feel his leg close to her thighs and she was starting to enjoy the sensation. She could feel herself getting warm. She kept talking to him leaning in a placing her free arm on his arm to when talking to him and removing it when listening. His leg was now moving in motion with the crowd from thigh to thigh and touching against her. She could feel herself getting wet. This was completely unlike her. In public. With someone she had only met. She realised she didn't even know his name. She could feel a tension of excitement in the pit of her stomach. She leaned towards him, to ask him his name. She realised as she did so her left leg was pressing between his legs. She paused, mouth open. She could feel the hardness. Leaning towards her he whispered "What?" Momentarily speechless she paused, mouth open....movement to her right made her close it again. "Quick the table's free" She needed to cum and cum quickly. There had to be to make this easy.... Hotel Hopping Ch. 02 The booth beside them was free. "Let's sit." he suggested They slid into the horseshoe shaped booth. Moving towards the back they faced out toward the restaurant. Things had quietened slightly. The main crowd were now moving toward the front. Their pager beeped indicating their food was ready. He hit the laser beam. "The food should be here soon," he said. It was, very quickly. "Hi, I'm Gina and I'll be your server this evening." The waitress was standing in front of them, she was serving them their food but they were not paying attention. The waitress was stunning. Not in the normal good looking, model style, way but this girl oozed sexiness. She had dusky skin, brown eyes and wavy golden brown hair. Her button down blouse had its top two buttons open revealing the straps of silk and lace underwear. Her blouse set off her breasts which, although not large, were stretching its buttons. Most eyes in the restaurant were on her. She added to the sexuality of the situation the couple found themselves in. She could feel his thigh brushing against hers again. Gina's presence had really turned her on. To say the least it had been an interesting evening so far. She'd found herself in a situation she'd even find hard to create in her own fantasies. Gina had had an effect on her that men normally did. She wondered what "cute buns" thought. She desperately needed to excuse herself. "Before I eat I'm going to the bathroom. Can you order us a bottle of wine? We'll go dutch" He nodded assent and she slid out from the seat. He wondered what had happened to himself this night. This wasn't his normal modus operandi. Normally it involved lots of hard work but all of a sudden he'd found himself in close proximity to a beautiful business woman who he'd first seen about an hour ago crossing the lobby of his hotel. Now he'd found himself sitting beside her in a restaurant after one of the hottest and most sexually charged periods of his life when talking to her while they'd waited for their seat. If she'd rubbed up against him one more time he'd probably have exploded. And then Gina had served them, in fact she was still in front of him looking at him with a slight smile and raised eyebrow. "Yes?" he asked. "Your girlfriend suggested wine." "Oh...yes...she's not my girlfriend...eh...let me see the wine.." he stammered. "You had me fooled" said Gina in a bad stage whisper. He quickly chose a red wine. Gina left and he watched her. The old "I hate to see you leave, but I love to see you go" adage came to mind. Now he really knew what it meant. She'd been poured into her black skirt. It seemed to have an extra high slit up the back that showed a lot more leg than most women were used to. As he watched her leave his own dinner partner was already returning. The two women had to brush against each other where they met in the crowd. He could see them making eye contact. There was a slight hesitation by both of them, not noticeable unless one was looking for it. He could see them both become flushed. She made her way back to him. She was slightly breathless, almost nervous as she sat back beside him. He turned to her, "The ladies was full" she said. "I just about got into the cubicle when someone else started knocking." He nodded. "I ordered a red." Sitting beside him they started to eat their food. "Hmm, delicious, I really needed this." he said. "Yes, mine too...it's..." she paused, catching her breath, as Gina made her way back to them. The opening of the wine was like an erotic dance, all three of them were involved. There was close contact as they both reached out to touch the bottle, all three of them coming in contact with each other through the course of events. Gina had the old fashioned style corkscrew. She had difficulty at one stage trying to open the bottle and clasped it between her legs leaning over towards them both as she tried to pull the cork out. Both of them were treated to a wonderful view of her cleavage, she was not actually wearing a bra, it appeared, but a slip. Both could see between her breasts and the subtle outline of her aureoles on the swoop of the curve towards her nipples. Before giving the cork one last tug she looked at both of them directly. They stared back, both slightly embarassed, but both slightly aroused. Standing up, with the uncorked bottle in her hand, she smiled and with little effort popped the cork from the bottle. Pouring them both a glass she left the table. "Whew..." -they'd both started breathing again at the same time. "That girl is something else." he said. "Yes" she agreed "she exudes an almost primal sex." She was surprised at her description. She'd never used that term before. Picking up her glass she leaned towards him... "To rain, flooded hotel kitchens and to Gina." She smiled. He looked at her lifted his glass and clinked it with hers. Lifting his napkin to his lips he wiped them. He dropped the napkin to his lap. He left his hand there, beside her leg. He could feel the heat of her through the material of her skirt. She was still slightly breathless. This was one of those occasions where he felt he just had to go with the flow. He lifted his hand slightly and placed it on her leg. She let out a deep breath. "At last," she thought. Eating his food with his left hand he slid his right hand over her leg, across her thigh to the valley between them. He slid his hand slowly towards her knee. She facilitated him parting her legs slightly. She turned towards him pressing her left knee against his leg. Moving slowly up and down her skirt he finally reached the hem. Drawing the material upwards he slid his hand onto the naked skin of her leg. He could have sworn she'd been wearing some tights. Her pulse was racing. She needed him. She'd tried to get to the ladies room to sort herself out but it had been too busy She was about to let him do whatever he wanted, and what she wanted, now and in public. There weren't too many people in their end of the restaurant, a younger couple were at a table opposite them. A number of the company grouping were further towards the front of the bar. His hand was on her knee now. She pressed harder against him slowly moving her legs as far apart as her skirt would let her. She'd let him do the rest of the work. His hand was soft and warm against her thigh. She moved her food around the plate now. Toying with it only. She took the odd sip of wine looking at him now that he was beside her. He was strong featured, the days stubble not all that long on his handsome face. His eyes, even now distracted, were beautiful. His hand was nearing the top of her leg, he'd reached the dimple in her muscle just below her...'pussy'...not a word she used usually but it was appropriate in this situation. Both of them were still eating from time to time her with both hands, him using his free one. She grasped the table cloth with one hand, her other crushing her knife as his hand finally reached her outer lips. He looked at her in surprise. "I took everything off when I went to the ladies," she said "I threw them away." She was naked beneath her skirt. Dripping too. She had never been this wet. Between his cute buns, their slow sensuous touching earlier and Gina the waitress she really needed him. The edge of his fingers were now rubbing against her. Her skirt was now hiked up to her waist. She could smell herself the heat rising in waves from beneath the table. His hand was fully over her now two of his fingers caress her outer lips, his palm over her pubic hair. She spread her legs as far as she could. He pressed his middle finger down over her. The tip of it plunging straight into her. He curled it up to her G-spot. She could feel the pad of the finger tip pressing against her. She closed her eyes and rode with the sensations. He moved his finger in and out of her. He added a second finger. Opening her eyes she could see the couple at the table opposite looking at her. They were adults, they knew. Moving and rotating her hips she tried to suck his whole hand into her. He revolved his fingers with her, she could feel her climax rising. She closed her eyes her hips moving rapidly now as she fucked his fingers. "Yesssss" she hissed...his fingers still plunged into and out of her. Again "Yesssss." she hissed.... Again "Yesssss ...ohhhh," She was nearing climax. She really need him....he took his fingers out... "Oh God, don't stop." Letting go of the table knife she grasped his wrist and plunged his fingers back into her. "Oh...Oh God...yessss." He slid one moist finger out an pressed it directly against her clit -he'd deliberately avoided that til now. "OH...MY.....GOD......YES......." She finally came, her breath coming in spasms. He kept his finger pressed against her clit moving it with her. "Oh GOD..." -a minor aftershock, nearly as good as the first, ran through her. She opened her eyes to see if the couple were still watching her. Gina was standing directly in front of her at the table, her nipples obviously ect through her blouse, she was very flushed and looked out of breath, her eyes were filled with lust. Her pussy flooded instantly; her hips jerke violently as she came gain... Hotel Hopping Ch. 03 It took her a while to catch her breath. Eyes closed she leaned her head back against the wall behind her. When she opened them Gina was still standing looking at her. Gina, breathless, continued to stare at her, their eyes met and she felt a slight spark. Her body jolted again. She didn't know if it was Gina's gaze or his hand rubbing her. "Wow," said Gina quietly, "that was hot. Em, would you like anything else?" "No," he said "just the bill please." "Oh, ok." said Gina. She moved away from the table. He looked to his dinner partner, she was stroking him subconsciously he thought, it didn't appear she realised it. He slid his hand away from her pussy, the moisture trailing along the inside of her thigh. As he moved away she realised the position of her own hand, she lifted it turning to him. "Em...well...I..." she didn't know what to say. He looked at her, smiling she was hot, the warmth radiating on her skin from her head to her feet. Their eyes met, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She melted. His hand slid up the outside of her clothing grasping her breast. She didn't care anymore. Her mouth opening, sucking in his tongue, playing with his with her own. His hand covered her breast, fingers grasping her erect nipple beneath her clothing. She could feel the charge tingle all the way to her pussy. She pushed against him, her hand sliding to his crotch. She wanted him, here and now in the restaurant. "Ahem," Gina was back. "Your bill." He took it "My treat," he said to her. "Definately" she thought to herself smiling. Throwing in a substantial tip he handed back the folder to Gina. "Would you mind ordering us a taxi please. We'd like to return to our hotel now." Gina smiled, "There'll be one here in 5 minutes." The women looked at each other again. Gina, nodding, made her way from the table. She watched the waitress leave, sighed inwardly. "Another life, maybe" she thought. Sliding out of the seat she turned to him. "I need to use to powder room." "Whew," he thought. That last kiss had nearly made him cum in his pants. Not something he thought he'd find himself doing in public -ever. He thought back on his day, little did he think that at 5.30 this morning that he'd find himself in a situation like this before he got to bed. She returned. They put on their coats. He had his arm around her. Moving towards the front door they passed by Gina. The two women brushed by one another breast to breast. Gina nodded toward her. She sucked in her own breath. She finally let it out as she passed Gina, thinking about what might have been...something she never thought possible she walked back towards the door. He turned to her. "Gina should be somewhere else, not waiting tables in a place like this." "I agree," she said, "let's get that cab." Pausing at the door she stopped suddenly. "My hat...I forgot my hat, my mother gave it to me before she died." "Wait here," he said "I'll get it. What did it look like? I don't remember seeing it with you." "I had it with me, when I got here" she said. "I need to find it."They spent the next while looking for it. "Look," he said "let's go, you can give these guys a call in the morning and they'll drop it over to the hotel." "I have an early start, I won't be in town again for a while" she said "I have a better idea." She made her way to Gina. "Hi, I seem to have lost my hat, if you find it can you bring it to my hotel, I'll make it worth your while." She was quite nervous in Gina's presence, her sexuality still affecting her. "Here's the details my hotel and room number." Moving back towards the front of the bar she met up with her companion. She felt a wonderful tension pitting in her stomach. He put his arm on her back as he led her from the restaurant to the cab. She slid across the back seat, he followed her in. They gave the taxi their hotel address, Turning to him she moved back toward him. His hand slid into her coat as they kissed he grasped her breast. Her mouth opened wide as she sucked in his tongue, his hand running through her hair pulling her towards him with a light force. The taxi driver had seen this type of behaviour before, he never tired of it. Tilting his mirror downwards the driver watched as her hand slid across his legs and she moved to press it against his cock. His hand squeezed her breast tightly. His fingers pinched her nipple, she moaned in pleasure. The driver watched as his hand slid up her skirt, he went straight for her pussy, he could feel her juices as he rubbed the outside her light coat of pubic hair brushing against the side of his hand. Turning his hand towards her he started to slip a finger into her. She groaned, opening her legs further. Her hand was tracing the outline of his cock as she slid up and down the outside of his trousers.... The taxi had stopped, they were back at the hotel. She moaned in frustration...again. She pulled a couple of bills (way too much as it happened) from her pocket and barely looking at them threw them to the driver. Getting out of the taxi she looked at him smiling she said "Would you like to go to the bar for a nightcap?" He looked at her puzzled. "Only joking," she said "we'll have a drink in my room. It's on the 11th floor" He held her close to him they made their way across the hotel lobby to the lift. They pressed the call button. The lift arrived, selecting the 11th floor button, he moved to the back wall turning around to face back to the lobby and pulled her in front of him. They were joined in the lift by a middle aged couple. He surreptitiously rubbed his groin against her ass. As the door closed the male in the couple moved. "Damn I forgot the keycard. I'd given it to the receptionist. We need to get it" the middle aged guy said. The other couple interrupted the lift door and stepped out quickly. He could see another couple across the lobby approaching the lift. Reaching around her he quickly pressed the 'close door' button. Finally they were alone. Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her towards him. His rubbed his cock up and down the cleft of her ass, all the while scrolling her skirt up. She reach behind her to undo his trouser belt and now with loosened trousers she reached into his pants and grasped his cock within his pants. She slid her hand up and down his cock trying at the same time to maintain the sensation of his cock against her ass. Her other hand was trying to unbuckle, unzip and unbutton him at the same time. Her skirt was now up to her hips. If the lift stopped anywhere on its journey anyone standing in front of the opening doors would get a great view of her pussy. His hand slid down her now, two fingers on either side of her wet opening and his palm pressing aginst her clit. His other hand now slid under her blouse and grasped her breast for the first time. Rubbing her nipple again this time directly with his finger had the right affect. She climaxed, it was a mild one but the right description. Pressing against the hand on her pussy she finally managed to free his cock from his pants as the lift came to a halt. She took a sudden intake of breath as the door opened. Neither of them had made any effort to arrange themselves. Struggling from the lift they made an effort not to loose contact with each other. She now had his cock in her hands. She needed it's 7 thick inches inside her, right now. She pulled him towards a credenza that was in the hall opposite the lift and placing her hands on it faced pushed her ass back against his now free cock. His trousers were slowly slipping down his legs. "Fill me, NOW" she grunted. Pulling up her skirt he slid along her wet pussy, the head of his cock brushed against her clit. He could feel her moisture coating his cock. "NOW" she ordered, making an effort to lift her hand up to force him into her. He stopped her. "Let me," he said. Taking his hands he placed them over hers and continued to hump her. She could feel the head of his cock making slow, tantalising progress towards her...He pressed the head of his cock between her lips. She tried to grind her pussy against him. If the lift doors opened now there was no explaining this. With the heat of this situation her blouse was now sticking to her back. He nibbled her earlobe as he slowly thrust just the head of his cock between her lips. He loved the feeling of that penetration and enjoyed repeating it. She thrust back against him and he was now fully in her. Rotating her hips she kept him moving within her. He stretched her well. She could feel his cock right through her pussy. Lifting his hand from hers he slid them both up to her breasts on to of her blouse. He roughly squeezed them and she cried out in pleasure "Oh, God, Yes....." Taking this opportunity he ripped open her blouse and quickly pulled her bra down from her breasts. At the same time he moved a hand to her clitoris and started rubbing her. What happened next happened quickly. "Oh, dear....fuuuuuuuuuck" she moaned. She started to climax. She didn't know if it was the sudden fresh air on her breasts and nipples, or his hand on her clit, or his cock filling her and brushing against her g-spot (she'd never felt this stimulated). She came again "Oooooooooooooooooohhhh, yes, yes, yes," She came violently her pussy pulsing around his cock. He'd never felt anything like it. He started to come spraying her insides. "This is fucking unreal" he panted. She came again as his juices coated her insides. She turned to him to try and kiss him. It was akward with the angle they had. She jerked back against him as he came. Moving now with him still inside her she forced him to turn bringing his back up against the wall of the hotel corridor. All the time she was panting and cumming. She couldn't stop. One of his arms reached across her breasts; playing with her nipples in turn. His other hand and one of hers was playing with her clitoris. His still hard cock was buried deep inside her. She moved her body to press his cock against her g-spot. As she did the lift doors opened. The middle aged couple looked at her with a sense of pleasurable shock as she had her first ever g-spot orgasm. "Uhhhh, yes, oohhhhhhhhh" Her body shook and she groaned, helpless and unable to hide as they stepped from the lift. With one more massive climactic shudder she passed out. He was still buried inside her, both of them leaning against the wall. He was in effect the only reason she hadn't collapsed to the floor He held her to him. Her body shuddering still. When she came to the middle aged couple were just letting themselves into their room...