4 comments/ 40158 views/ 33 favorites Private Consultation By: SoraRabbit It had been a long and uneventful convention. Actually, those adjectives don't even cover it. It would be more accurate to say it had been torturous and excruciating. I stretched my arms out, trying in vain to get comfortable in the chair I'd been perched on for the past hour and a half. My back ached. My coffee was cold and it was getting too late for another cup. The presenter droned on and on, shining his laser pointer at the current slide the PowerPoint was on. It was all stuff I already knew, so I found it impossible to focus on it. This had been a long day and I was way past ready for it to be over. We were on the tail end of a two-day weekend convention, although it felt more like it had lasted a week. As stealthily as possible, I slipped my phone halfway out of the pocket of my slacks and hit the button. I'd gotten good at that as I counted down the hours. I kind of wished I'd worn a watch, but who wears watches nowadays? It was a quarter to six. According to my schedule of events, this was the final presentation. Then the CEO would give his closing speech and we could all retire to the hotel bar for drinks. I slid my phone back into my pocket and stifled a yawn. This had been my third convention since being promoted, and let me tell you, they weren't getting any more interesting. I work at a mid-sized software development company. This convention was an annual event, and several people in my company were required to attend. Even though the plane ticket and hotel were paid for by the company, it was no vacation. Although it was nice to get out of my office for a couple of days, I would have chosen just about anything for these days besides being surrounded by my boring coworkers, our sales reps and consultants. What made it worse was that I had to dress up. At my job, seeing as how I work mostly behind the scenes, I'm allowed to wear jeans and tee shirts to work. (Unless there was a meeting or an important guest in the building.) At the convention I was expected to wear business casual—a button-down shirt, dress shoes, and slacks, all of which had been purchased especially for the occasion. The clothes were uncomfortable, my back and neck hurt from the chair, the speaker was showing no signs of stopping, and I was going out of my mind with boredom. It hadn't been all bad, though. The coffee was good, as were the meals catered by the hotel. The hotel itself was quite nice—upscale and fancy. These small perks weren't much in the face of the long hours of boredom. I hadn't been selected to present anything, but I was expected to field questions and co-moderate some of the sessions. (Which mostly involved wandering the room until someone needed my help.) The worst part of the two day ordeal was the loneliness. That was nothing new, but being surrounded by so many people made it all the more intense. And the long-winded presenters gave me plenty of time to let my mind wander. At this point, I hadn't had a girlfriend in years, and hadn't had a vacation in about that long. My vacation days were piling up and I could find no reason to use them. (Luckily at my job our vacation days stock piled rather than expiring.) My thinking was that it was better to be bored at work than at home. Also, with all my responsibilities it wasn't worth it to take time off. I would come back to my office to several fires that would need put out, way too many things to catch up on. It would be different if I had someone to spend my vacation days with, but I worked too many hours to maintain any semblance of a social life. Usually the only people I saw from day to day were my coworkers. Sure, I was very attracted to the pretty young black girl who was in tech support, but I was pretty sure she was dating that specialist Jared. I was also interested in Jenny, one of the sales girls. But I knew better than to date someone I work with. I've heard too many stories about that turning out badly, so the two of them remained idle fantasies. I wondered if that would change, if either of them were at the convention. New location, boredom, alcohol... I felt like I was lonely enough to make a mistake. Like I said, being in a new environment and surrounded by strangers was making things worse. I was feeling frustrated, and to put it bluntly—horny as hell. I'd jerked off twice the first night and again in the morning before breakfast. I had been looking for an opportunity to sneak back to my room for another wank, but none had presented itself. This was much worse than usual. I felt like I was in heat. There were two things I could think of that were likely putting my libido into overdrive... the extreme boredom and the extremely attractive consultant a few rows up from me. Pretending to take notes, I glanced over at her again. She was several seats up and to my right, sitting on the aisle, so I had a fairly good view of her. The first time our eyes had met was shortly into the opening speeches. Her eyes had widened slightly behind her black-rimmed glasses. (I've always been into girls with glasses.) She'd blushed and looked away quickly. (Blushing is another of my things.) Over the course of the weekend, we kept catching each other looking. We hadn't talked, just glanced. I figured she wasn't actually interested... just as bored as me. When I first spotted her, the previous day, she was wearing an immaculate long-sleeve buttoned blouse and a gray skirt that came to just above her knees. Dark nylons and heels that made her even taller. I could tell she had a nice body—long and slim, but still curvy. The fact that so much of it was hidden under her dress clothes just enticed me more. She appeared to be in her thirties, like me. She struck me as elegant and professional, but a little out of place. Overwhelmed. She'd dropped her papers and flipped quickly through her event binder, seeming to lose her place. Then she fumbled with her laptop case, dropping her pen in the process. She leaned over to get it and I was treated to a very nice glimpse of cleavage. Her breasts were much bigger than her blouse let on. I was curious about what else she was hiding. After retrieving her pen, she looked even more frazzled, but when she saw me looking, she did her best to compose herself, folding her hands in front of her and looking at the speaker attentively. She looked prim and proper—not my usual type, but something about her kept me looking. She was easily the sexiest woman at the convention, in my opinion anyway. There was just something about her. When we were at the dinner buffet, she was across from me dishing up her food and when she leaned forward the buttons on her blouse made a gap just big enough for me to see her ample cleavage and a lacy white bra. I looked away quickly so she wouldn't catch me peeking, but the image came back to me during my late night self-pleasuring. That and those lovely big brown eyes of hers. As the last speaker finally left to scattered applause, the CEO sauntered up to the podium. Forgetting my pretend notes and tuning out his lame jokes, my eyes hungrily crawled over the pretty consultant. (I didn't even know her name and somehow that made it more exciting.) This day she was wearing a tighter skirt, and it was also a bit shorter, hugging her curves and revealing some of her shapely thighs. Her blouse was tighter too, putting her round breasts on clear display. Her black hair was pinned up, revealing her long, tender-looking neck. Simple earrings glistened from her ears. I had a wild urge to nibble on her ear lobes. Her nails were meticulously manicured and painted, makeup carefully and minimally applied. She looked professional and capable, an image that was at odds with her nervous awkwardness. I followed the lines of her well-shaped arms—bare this day—to her left hand, looking for a ring. There wasn't one. That was surprising. She was pretty—really pretty. How could such a pretty young business woman be single? Or maybe it was just that she wasn't married. Surely she had a boyfriend. As I looked her over a vivid fantasy took over my thoughts. I could clearly picture laying her down on the table. Or better yet, the slightly raised stage. No, why lay down? She could cling to the podium and I could take her from behind, standing up right in front of everyone, her pleasured moans going right into the mic so even those in the back row could hear how well she was being fucked. I bit my lip, realizing the fantasy was making me hard. I had to scoot my chair in so no one could see. My shirt was tucked in, and the slacks showed off my erection way too well. I forced myself to stop fantasizing and looked back over at her, only to see her looking away. Had she seen? I wasn't sure if she could see under the table from where she was, but it was possible. I tried to focus on the CEO's last remarks, letting my erection dwindle. Finally he was done, we all clapped politely, and the room started to empty. After the closing speeches, I followed my boss to the hotel bar for drinks. He wanted us to drink with our manager and their new consultant. It was not something I was at all interested in, but it was my duty. I had more drink tickets than I planned to use, and as I'd expected, our manager treated us each to a glass of wine. (She made sure the consultant could see just how expensive it was, too.) As I sipped my fancy wine, I mused that I would have to either switch to scotch soon or slip away. I was leaning towards slipping away. I couldn't wait to be out of my uncomfortable dress clothes and jerk off. Although I knew it wouldn't satisfy me. I needed the real thing. Soon, too, or I felt I would go crazy. When both my boss and manager were distracted and talking to a large group of people, I crept away, trying to decide if I'd grab one more drink or just leave. Sure, I wanted to be away from here, but it was on the company dime. Tough decision after a long day. As I was hesitating, someone burst out of the crowd and bumped right into me. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" came a soft, timid voice with some sort of a southern accent. (Mississippi? Tennessee?) The voice and accent were very familiar. She was clinging to my arm with delicate fingers, catching her balance with the skill of someone who lost it often. I looked up and was surprised to see the object of my distraction standing right in front of me, an empty wine glass in her hand. Her eyes widened and she pulled her hand back from my arm, looking startled. "Yes, I'm fine," I assured her with a smile. This seemed to put her a little at ease. I started talking again, not even sure what I was about to say. What came out was, "Would you like a drink? I have more tickets than I need." I was surprised at myself. Being isolated for so long had made me less outgoing, but here I was, asking this sexy stranger to drink with me. Her smile widened and she quickly said, "Oh yes, that would be lovely. Thank you. I lost my tickets. I think they're up in my room." I ordered the drinks and we took them to the far side of the bar where it was a little less crowded. It was still very noisy, though, so we had to lean in very close to each other to be heard. (Not that that's anything to complain about.) The lanyard around her neck with her nametag on it was turned around, so I couldn't see her name. I leaned in, getting a whiff of faint perfume. It was flowery and nice. Feminine. "My name's Ray," I told her. "It's nice to meet you Ray. I'm Kathryn. Well, I go by Katie." "I like your accent," I told her. She smiled tightly, looking down. I got the impression she was blushing, but the bar was too dimly-lit to tell for sure. "I hate it. I think it makes me sound like a hick. People don't take me seriously on the phone because of it." She looked back up and added quickly, "I'm not a hick." That statement surprised a laugh out of me. Suddenly it occurred to me where I recognized her voice from. She was a sales rep for another company we worked with. "Oh! Katie! From Tennessee?" I asked. "I've talked with you a couple times. About program changes." I never forget a pretty voice. (Of course, I didn't say that part out loud. I was trying to play it cool.) I could see the realization in her eyes when she made the connection. "Oh my! You're right! You were always so helpful when I called. You're from where? Iowa was it?" "Nebraska," I told her. Then added, "I'm not a hick either." We shared a laugh at that. As we drank, we talked about the convention. She was getting more at ease as the conversation went on. We were in agreement about how uncomfortable and boring the whole thing had been. She was new to her position and this was her first convention. The times we'd spoken on the phone she was just a sales rep, but had since been promoted to be in charge of the whole territory only three months before. She was clearly nervous and was babbling a little, but I liked her voice so I didn't try to steer the conversation anywhere. I just smiled and listened, enjoying the company. "I want today to be over but my boss wanted me here to socialize." "Same here," I told her, "but I figured I've put in my time. I was planning on slipping out early." "Me too," she said, pausing to finish her drink. "I can't wait to get back to my room and take off all my- " She stopped, embarrassed. Clearing her throat, she finished with, "Um, take a hot bath, have a glass of wine and go to bed." "That sounds amazing," I told her with a warm smile. Katie opened her mouth and then closed it again. She had a strange look on her face that I couldn't decipher. After a moment she reached into her purse and pulled out a business card. Her hand shaking, she handed it to me. "It was very nice to meet you in person Ray. Thank you so much for the drink and the company." She abruptly turned and bustled off, disappearing back into the crowd from where she'd come. The business card felt thicker than it should. I looked down and saw there was something paper clipped to it. I pulled it apart and, stunned, found myself looking at her room key card. Well. Can't get much more obvious than that, can you? Knocking back the last of my scotch, I set down the empty glass and ducked into the crowd to follow her. My plans for the evening had apparently changed, and I couldn't be happier. I kept a leisurely pace, not wanting to appear too eager. She was all the way on the fifteenth floor. When I got to her room, I let myself in. I slipped my shoes off and made my way to the main part of the room. She was sitting stiffly on the edge of her bed, still dressed up, looking up at me anxiously. "I'm glad you came Ray," she said softly. (God, I loved how she said my name, drawing it out.) "There's no place I'd rather be," I said with all honesty, dropping the cards onto the table and sitting near her on the bed. "You're the most interesting and attractive woman I've met this weekend." What would be the use in playing it coy? We both knew why I was there. She tipped her eyes down and blushed deeply. She looked even prettier when she blushed. Even though this had been her idea, she was still shy about it. She stood and crossed to the table, where two bottles of wine were sitting in a bucket of ice. "I called ahead to room service," she explained, setting out two glasses and filling them each up halfway. She handed me one of the glasses and we took our drinks to the bed. We sipped the wine for a bit in silence. I was willing to bet it cost a third of what my manager had ordered, and tasted twice as good. After a couple of minutes, Katie kicked off her heels, sighing. "Ugh. These shoes are so annoying." "You do look uncomfortable," I agreed, trying to not sound too eager for her to keep taking off her clothes. Stretching her legs out, she nodded. "Yes. This whole convention has been uncomfortable. But I guess it's part of the job." As we finished our drinks, we talked about our respective jobs. It turned out she was just as lonely as me. "I really wish I had time for dating, but I've been too busy working my way up the ladder, y'know?" She handed me her empty glass when I reached for it. "So there's no one special in your life?" I asked casually, refilling our glasses. "I have three cats," she admitted. "I know it's not the same, but they keep me company." "I have a pet rabbit," I told her, handing her the glass. I'd filled it a little more than halfway this time. "Thanks," she said, taking a long drink as I sat back down a little closer to her than before. "I never wanted to become a cat lady. Pets are nice, but I need... " she trailed off, fidgeting with the top button of her blouse. "It's getting warm in here, don'tcha think? I think it's getting warm." She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, hesitated, and then undid one more. Her cleavage was showing, her breasts almost falling out, and I couldn't help but stare. She looked down at her glass then up at me, just a quick, darting glance from the corner of her eyes to make sure of where I was looking. She looked away again, her lips curling into an almost not-there smile. I couldn't help but smile too. Katie was just so cute. "Um. What was I saying? Oh yes. I guess I need company. Human company. This is real nice," she said softly. "Yes it is," I agreed. "I like you, Katie. You're easy to talk with. And cute." This earned me another blush. "So, how long have you been on your own?" "About two years," she said, glancing up for a bit longer. "You?" "It's been a long time. A few years. Four maybe? Been too busy. I mean, I like my job, I do. But there's got to be more." She nodded and I continued, liking where the conversation was heading. We knew all along where this was going, but how to get there? "I miss human contact. More and more all the time." "Me too," she said, her voice mostly just a breath. "It's been so long since I've been touched. By another person I mean." She blushed again, then took another drink. "I know what you mean. I take care of it myself, when I'm not too tired. But it's not the same. It's so much better when there's someone else... " I scooted closer to her. She looked up at me, her eyes big behind the lenses of her glasses. "Ray... " she started. She was quivering. I put my hand gently on her thigh as encouragement. She looked down at it, swallowed hard, and the words finally came out. "I... I could be that someone." Her voice was a whisper, so sweet and shy. "I'd like to be." In response, I took her empty glass from her and set it and my own on the floor. I leaned in to her slowly, getting another faint whiff of her perfume. She closed her eyes. My eyes were locked on her lips, which were full and tempting. She was quivering again as I put my hand on her cheek. It felt so soft and warm. I'd almost forgotten how it felt to touch a woman's face. I leaned in closer and our lips met. She was still, letting me kiss her. Our lips fit together just right. It was a soft, sweet kiss, one that went on for a long time. After a bit I realized she had started kissing me back, tentatively, our mouths still closed. I pulled back, smiling at the half-lidded, aroused look she was giving me. She had long eye lashes. "Guess I didn't forget how to kiss," I said lightly. "Oh no. That was... wow." "Can I... make you more comfortable?" I asked, reaching out and touching her hair. She nodded, so I undid the clip. She shook her head and her full black hair fanned out, coming to just past her shoulders. I stroked her hair for a moment, liking how it felt, so wavy and soft. Then I gently removed her glasses, setting them and the hair clip on the bedside table. When I turned back to her, she was unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way. Her breasts were big and round, straining at her bra. I was dying to set them free. She looked up at me, shyly. Her voice was timid when she said, "You'll have to lead. It's been so long." Private Consultation Helping her shrug off her blouse, I leaned in for another kiss, cradling her face in my hand. Before our lips met, I whispered, "Don't worry. I'll take care of you." The kiss this time was more heated, our tongues invading each other's mouths. As we kissed, I reached around and fumbled with her bra. It took a couple of tries to get the clasp unhooked—I was out of practice. Once I got it, I ended the kiss and pulled her bra off, taking in the sight of her amazing breasts. They seemed even bigger now that they were unhindered. Big for her frame, firm and heavy. I touched them, gently at first and then with more passion, feeling their weight and tweaking her nipples. She moaned and pressed them forward into my palms so I could squeeze them again. Reluctantly, I moved on from her breasts and started on her skirt. I unhooked it and pulled down the short zipper. She stood and shimmied out of it, revealing the rest of her body to me. She was tall and slim, with a narrow waist, trim belly, and curvy hips. Her thighs were full and tight, her calves sculpted. She had a runner's body with a round bottom. As my eyes roamed appreciatively over her, I unbuttoned and pulled off my own shirt. With her pretty brown eyes fixed on my broad chest, she sat back down, just in her garter, nylons and lacy white panties. She looked so sexy sitting there, looking up at me, her eyes travelling over my body as I pulled down my slacks. I removed my socks, leaving only my shorts on. My erection was tenting out the front of my boxers and that was where her roaming eyes stopped. Her expression was eager—she wasn't trying to hide her excitement. I liked that, being able to see it written clearly on her face. She even licked her lips, leaning back on the bed as she watched me. Her hand was playing idly up and down her thigh, close to her panty-covered pussy. It looked like there was a patch of wetness there, but I couldn't tell from where I was standing. Although I was dying to touch her, I stood there a moment, tracing the exquisite lines of her body with my eyes, forcing us both to feel the anticipation building. This only lasted maybe half a minute before my resolve crumbled. I stepped forward, leaning down and kissing her again, enjoying the force with which she was kissing me back. Waiting was getting unbearable for her as well, it seemed. I moved my lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling it, making her moan and writhe. Using the distraction of her sensitive neck, I laid her down, then moved my mouth along her shoulder. Then down to her right breast, so soft and inviting. I lay kisses all around her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth. I groped her left breast with my hand, gripping it tight. It felt amazing—I couldn't get enough of touching her. Although Katie's tits were fantastic, I didn't linger long—I had business elsewhere. I kissed my way down her belly, skipping her crotch (where, yes, I could confirm there was a wet spot spreading) and kissed the insides of her thighs, which made her quiver even more. They looked so tender and pale between the straps of her garter that I couldn't help but nibble. She made a small squealing sound. Ah, ticklish. Good thing to know. Losing my ability to tease, I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her lacy panties and pulled them down smoothly and quickly, revealing her moist sex. She looked down at me, eyes wide, lips pursed. She knew what was coming next. I pulled her panties the rest of the way down, leaving her garter and hose on. I went back to kissing her inner thighs, making my way quickly to the curly hair adorning her pussy lips. Her pubic hair was matted with her wetness. I gave a test lick along her folds, tasting her for the first time. She gasped at the first contact of my tongue. I wondered how long it had been since a man had put a tongue on her slit, tasted her juices. The long and deep moan that shuddered from her on my second lick told me it had been a long time. I continued to explore her with my mouth and tongue and before long she was tangling her fingers in my hair, guiding me to where she needed to feel me. I moved as directed, letting her use me for her pleasure. The thought of her using me like that was making me even hotter, and I knew I'd get my turn soon enough. When her moans increased in intensity, I started focusing my attention directly on her clit and soon brought her over the edge. Crying out, she rocked against me, bucking her hips and pressing her pussy hard against my mouth. While she was still cumming, I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue rapidly against it and making her explode a second time, maybe more—it was hard to tell. She just about screamed with pleasure. Sensing she'd had enough I drew back, releasing her. As she continued spasming on the bed, I got up, put one hand under her ass and one under her shoulder blades, picking her up and moving her higher on the bed to give us more room. She went without even noticing, letting me move her as though she were a doll. She looked so sexy, her body twitching, wracked with aftershocks from her orgasms, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open, small moans still coming from her. Her arms and legs were thrown wide. I'll never forget the sight of Katie all splayed out like that. I didn't watch her for long. My cock was still aching to be inside her, even moreso now that I'd seen how sexy she was while in the heights of pleasure. I wanted to bring her to that point again. I yanked my shorts down and climbed on top of her, holding my body up with one hand, reaching down with the other to rub the dripping head of my cock up and down her slick opening. Her eyes opened and she said, "Oh!" just then realizing I was on top of her. "Sorry," I muttered huskily. "Couldn't wait for you to recover. I need to fuck you Katie. Now." I didn't recognize my own voice. I was practically growling. "Mmmmm," she moaned, wrapping her arms around me and smiling dreamily. With one smooth move I plunged halfway into her, finding her to be far tighter than I'd expected. "OH! Ohhhh god," she whimpered, thrusting back up against me. "You're biiiiig," she groaned. Taking it as slowly as I could manage due to her tightness, I pulled out a bit and slid back in, able to get just a bit more inside. After two more of these slow thrusts I was fully buried in her. I stopped for a moment to kiss her and let her get accustomed to me. I wasn't really big (at least I don't think so), it had just been a long time since she'd been penetrated. I reached down between us and found her clit with my fingers, it was still hard and protruded and she immediately tensed up as I rubbed it. As she came I could feel her tight walls spasming against me. It was almost too much, and afraid I was about to cum, I pulled my hand away and gave her a real thrust, gentle but deep. Again I hadn't given her time to recover and so she was still contracting as I thrust a second time. Her moan extended out with the new sensation and I continued thrusting, finding a steady rhythm. "Oh Katie," I gasped. "You feel so good." "Mmmm," she murmured in response. "Then fuck me, Ray. Fuck me good. Fuck me however you want. Use me." Her pleas sounded very sexy in her accent, her voice choked with pleasure. I sped up my thrusts and before long I was fucking her hard, making her cum again. It had been so long... I'd actually forgotten how amazing it felt to be inside a woman. I was shocked that I was lasting so long—I had been worried when I finally fucked someone again it would be over in a couple minutes, too quickly to savor it, but somehow my stamina was better than I'd feared. Abruptly I stopped and pulled out. She gasped, suddenly empty, and looked up at me. "You didn't- " she started. "Oh no, not yet," I told her with a smile. "I'm not done with you yet. Flip over," I demanded. Her eyes lit up at the command and she scrambled to a sitting position, then rolled so she was on her hands and knees, her round, firm bottom facing me. She spread her legs and her lips parted, inviting me back inside. I quickly returned to her depths, plunging back into her, able to get even deeper from this position. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her, fucking her steadily and faster than before, sensing she could take it now. She bucked like a bull when she came again, but I stayed on, fucking her even harder through her contractions. I was feeling my unexpected stamina starting to give out but continued on. It only took another couple minutes before I could feel my orgasm rising up and with one last thrust I pulled out, grabbed my cock and sprayed my seed on her. The first shot was more forceful than I expected and made it to her shoulder, some of it hitting her hair. The rest of it sprayed along her lower back and ass, more cum than I could believe. With a long, contented sigh, she lay on her stomach, spreading her arms out to either side of her, stretching. Her legs were spread just enough so that I could see her slick pussy, swollen with arousal. I sat back and watched my thick cum as it dripped down her side and into her ass crack. She didn't seem to notice it in her post-sex haze. Or maybe she liked how it felt. I reached out and rubbed my palm over her ass cheek, spreading my semen over it, enjoying the fleshy, firm feel of her bottom. She murmured happily at the motion of my hand. "Hey Katie?" I said. "Mmm?" was her only response. "Katie, you're all messy. And I don't know about you, but I could sure use a shower." She perked up at the suggestion, carefully getting up off the bed. "Wow Ray, you shot it all over me, didn't you?" she asked. "Yeah," I said, a little embarrassed. I hadn't expected to go off like a fire hose. "Sorry about that. Some got in your hair." "Oh that's fine, it'll all wash off. You can help if you want." She gave me a mischievous smirk and grabbed my hand, leading me into the bathroom. As though I would've said no? Yeah, right. We took a long, hot shower, washing each other thoroughly, taking it as what it was—the perfect excuse to explore each other's bodies with our hands. Fifteen minutes later, wrapped in fuzzy white hotel robes, we were stepping out onto the balcony with a fresh glass of wine each. We sat down on the stuffed chairs that had been set out there. It was a beautiful night with a cool breeze to break up the heat of the summer night. We sipped our wine in companionable silence for a couple minutes before she blurted out with her sweet southern accent, "You came soooo much! Do you always cum that much?" "No," I told her, smiling. "You must bring it out in me." "It felt so hot on my back," she said, voice low and thoughtful. "So... dirty." Her voice dropped even lower as she continued. "It made me feel dirty. No, more than that. Loose, I guess. Like a... I don't know, a tramp or something. Having sex with a guy I don't even know. I've never done something like this before." "I haven't either," I admitted. She looked surprised at this. I continued with, "But I was so attracted to you that I had to. Couldn't resist. Of course, I wouldn't have done anything without the invitation." Looking down at her glass, she nodded. "I couldn't resist either. Y'know, it took me all weekend to work up the nerve to slip you my keycard. I was so afraid you wouldn't come to me." We fell into silence again, lost in our own thoughts. We were way up, the fifteenth floor, three above my own room. Being in the city, very few stars were visible, but we could see a few. The moon was huge and full, glowing down on us. "I'm glad you worked up the nerve. You were incredible," I told her, hoping to break through the shame she'd expressed. She smiled at me, looking dazzling in the moonlight. "Why, thank you. You were too. I can honestly say I've never been taken care of like that before. You're so strong and confident." She looked along my body to where my robe fell open, showing my broad chest and the wisps of hair that grew there. "Such a man," she said, her voice taking on that thoughtful quality again. "I needed a man. My last boyfriend wasn't like that. He didn't take charge enough for my tastes." The wistful sound of her voice gave me the first inklings of an idea as she continued talking. "A girl likes to know she's wanted, that she's needed. That wasn't why we broke up, of course. He didn't like how much I worked, didn't understand why my career was so important to me. I mean, IS important to me. Sure, I was just a sales rep then, but I have ambition. I'm going places. Still, I wonder about my choices because I'm so lonely. Lonely all the time. My cats and Netflix and a glass of wine before bed if I didn't work too late. No time for dating and no one interesting anyway. Getting myself off late at night so I can... " She trailed off and by the dim light of the moon I could tell she was blushing again. She'd said more than she meant to. "No, keep going Katie," I prompted, making my voice sound commanding. She'd reacted to that so well earlier, when I'd gotten her on all fours. "So you can what?" Still blushing and looking down, she muttered, "So I can fall asleep. Sometimes I can't sleep if I haven't cum. I get so horny. Sometimes I even wake up in the middle of the night and have to do it again to fall back to sleep." Her voice was soft as she confided this to me, and she looked ashamed. But there was something else there, in her face, her voice. She was enjoying being told what to do. I wanted to keep this going, see where it led. "Tell me more. What is it that you do to yourself, Katie?" "I... I dunno," she said, almost too quiet to hear. I thought about bailing out, but something made me press her further. I made my voice gentler, but still strong and insistent. "I can't hear you, Katie. I want to know what you do when you're too horny to sleep. I want to hear all the dirty things you do to yourself." She bit her lip and finished her wine, setting the glass on the table. She took a deep breath and then the words started to flow out of her quickly. "First I take off all my clothes. Fast, because I can't wait. But then I make myself slow down. I lay down on top of the covers, let the cold air hit me." Her eyes flicked up to me and then back down, as though looking for approval. "Then I start touching myself, real slow. Teasing myself. I start with my... my breasts." I cleared my throat. "Now that doesn't sound very dirty. If you're being naughty, you should use naughtier words, shouldn't you?" I saw her nervous, shameful look fall away for a second as she smiled down at her clasped hands. It was a clear indication I'd gauged her right. She stammered as she corrected herself. "I st—start with my t—tits." Again, that quick, darting glance. Seeing my smile and nod, she forged ahead, still looking at her hands, her voice more sure. "I play with my tits. I really like doing that. They get real sensitive. I pinch my nipples, lick my fingers and make them wet. I squeeze my legs together and can feel myself getting wet down there." Again the darting look, and clear satisfaction in her voice as she added, "My pussy gets alllll wet." Between what she was saying and her sweet voice, I was rapidly getting hard. This was a scenario I had never imagined in my life... nearly naked out in the open with a beautiful woman who was describing how she masturbates, with me in control and her loving that. This was a new side to myself that I was yearning to explore. "Show me," I demanded, improvising now. This wasn't part of the original plan, but I was adapting, now that I'd seen how well she was taking to it. She gave me a startled look, but it quickly became timid again. Keeping her eyes on me, she reached up with shaking hands and spread her robe open enough to show just a bit of her breasts inside. Her hand slipped into the gap and she fondled one globe, rubbing her hand over it indulgently. The whole time she watched my face, wanting to make sure I was enjoying her show. To encourage her to continue, I undid my cloth belt and spread open my robe, revealing my throbbing erection to her. "See what you did to me?" I told her reproachfully. Her eyes widened as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and started slowly stroking it. "Oh now, don't let me distract you," I teased. "I want to hear the rest." Biting her lip again, she slowly pulled the belt of her own robe and opened it further, allowing me full view of her lovely tits. She grabbed one in each hand, hefting them, feeling their fullness and pinching her own nipples. "Playing with my tits turns me on real fast. When I'm really flowing down there I start touching lower." She demonstrated for me, moving her hands to her side, down over her hips to her legs, which she then spread, making the robe fall open more. She trailed her fingers along her thighs, close to—but not touching—her pussy. "I wait as long as I can, teasing myself, making my pussy ache to be touched," she continued, sounding out of breath. Her pretty dark eyes were riveted to my hand as it moved steadily up and down my cock. "Until I just... can't... wait any longer," she breathed, letting the fingers of her right hand creep to her waiting pussy as her left hand went back to her tits so she could massage them again. She cupped her pussy with her hand, pressing down with her palm before sliding her fingers up to dance around her clit with practiced dexterity. Her index finger dipped between her lower lips and came out glistening with her wetness, which she spread over her engorged clit. It was so hard I could see it clearly in the dim light from where I was sitting, poking out from the tangled cover of her pubic hair. Her show was driving me out of my mind with lust. I sped up my strokes and she did the same until her talented fingers were almost a blur, moving insistently now, all teasing thrown aside in her pure need. Her breathless narrative had fallen into hushed moans and suddenly she stiffened, her legs clamping around her now motionless right hand. She stuffed her left palm into her mouth as she came, biting down on the fleshy part of her hand to muffle the sounds she was making. Even stifled, her noises of pleasure were still loud in the silent, empty night. I stood and shrugged off my robe. I took a step forward and stood over her, naked, with my erection jutting out and twitching near her face. She looked up at me, eyes wide, her right hand still resting over her pussy. "Stand up," I told her, offering my hand. She did as I asked and I guided her away from the chairs, to the railing—not the outside railing, the inner one that separated this balcony from the next one. Without warning, I pushed her up against the railing—not hard but still forcefully—and kissed her. There was no sweetness in this kiss, just naked lust. Moaning into my mouth, she kissed back, running her hands over my chest. Her right hand was still wet from her fluids and her scent wafted up to me, musky and strong. I felt another throb in my eager cock. My erection was poking her in the stomach—we were almost the same height, with her maybe two inches shy of my six foot one. As we kissed, I pulled her robe off her shoulders, exposing her tits to the cool night air before covering them with my hands. The breeze and her arousal had made her nipples very hard. I took her stiff buds between my fingers and she gasped. My right hand travelled down and I cupped her pussy. It was so wet and hot, I couldn't resist slipping a finger inside, delighting when she bucked her hips forward to pull me in deeper. "Ohh," I said, teasing again. "You've made yourself so wet, you naughty girl. Are you this wet for me? Because you want my hard prick back inside you?" She bit her lip and nodded, still wearing the shy expression, even though her eyes were filled with fire. Private Consultation "Well, let's just give the dirty girl what she wants then, shall we?" Suddenly I spun her so she faced the inner railing, stripping the robe the rest of the way off her until she was completely bare in the moonlight. I ran my hands down her back to her round ass, which I gripped hard. I didn't know which was driving me crazier—her amazing body or the unusual situation. I posed her, spreading her legs and guiding my hard cock right to the entrance of her cunt. She moaned in anticipation as I waited a moment, teasing her with just the head. I could imagine my precum mixing with her wetness. At that thought I couldn't wait any more. I slid into her sopping depths, not easing it in like earlier... this time I slid it all the way in until my hips met her cheeks. Her moans with stifled and I could tell she was biting her lip, trying to stay quiet. I made that difficult for her as I started taking her from behind, fucking her with vigor. After a few deep thrusts, her moans were gaining volume despite her efforts to hold them in. I've never been an exhibitionist, but I can't deny the fact that I was getting even more turned on with the realization that anyone could see us. We were visible to any number of windows across the street—hotel and other buildings, not to mention the adjoining balcony's room. (Was the curtain moving slightly? I was pretty sure I saw that.) Her barely muffled sounds, the sight of her clinging to the railing, the way her ass shook as I slammed into her, the fact that we were completely bare and visible in the night... all of it was spurring me on. She leaned further over the railing and, even though I couldn't see them from here, I could imagine her tits swinging with our motions. She was trying so hard to stay quiet, but before long I was pounding her too hard for her to hold it in. She cried out in orgasm and it echoed out into the night. The sound of her uncontrollably giving voice to her pleasure pushed me over too and after a couple more frantic thrusts I pulled out and with a bellow, sprayed over her ass, which was still shaking from her intense climax. One, two, three spurts and then a dribble, all of it spread over her sexy ass, dripping down to her quivering thighs. She turned abruptly and kissed me. There was a lot of gratitude in that kiss. After, she whispered, "I'm glad you picked up on my hints. Not everyone would have." I gave her another kiss, this one on the forehead, and led her back into the room. I watched her bottom sway as she walked into the bathroom, and the sight of my jizz running down the back of her thighs threatened to bring my tired cock back to life. While she was cleaning up, I lay down on the bed, wondering what the protocol was for this sort of thing. Did I thank her and return to my room? Did I spend the night in her room, her bed? Would that be presumptuous of me? I was still pondering it when she emerged from the bathroom. Stalling my decision, I stepped into the bathroom to relieve myself. When I came out, she was lying back on the bed. She asked me to leave the bathroom light on and the door open a crack. As I did so, she explained softly, "I can't sleep in a strange room without a light on." I nodded in understanding and she held out her hand to me. I crossed the room to take it. "Could you... " she started, looking as though she might be blushing again. I let her finish, because that request could have gone either way. "... stay? With me, I mean? Y'know, if you want." "Sure," I said with a smile. She scooted to the other side of the bed and I lay down beside her, spreading my arm so that she could lay against me. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close. Maybe it was strange to feel so close to someone I'd just met, but it did feel nice to have a beautiful naked woman cuddling me. A guy could get used to this. I frowned and pushed the thought away. It was the last night of the convention and we lived in different states. That was a useless, depressing thing to think about. There would be no chance to get used to anything. We would part come morning, go back to our own states, our own jobs, our own lonely lives. And that would be that. Not wanting these unwelcome sad thoughts to taint my euphoric, post sex mood, I held Katie closer, smiled at the deep sigh she gave, and just enjoyed the moment. It wasn't long before the exertion and the long day caught up with me. *** I woke some time later to a nice sensation. It was still night, the only light coming from the cracked bathroom door. Gentle fingers were running along the length of my cock. Then back up, through my pubic hair, over my stomach, running through the hair on my chest, back down. The fingers trailed all the way down until they reached my cock again, down to my balls, then back up. Her fingers wrapped around my stiffening rod, stroking idly, coaxing me to full erection. How much time had passed? I didn't think it was much—I was aching from cumming twice in such close succession, but her strokes were gentle and insistent and soon the ache had faded, replaced with pleasure. I felt movement on the bed and abruptly I felt a warm, wet tongue. Katie licked my shaft from bottom to top, all along the length. I was still sticky from our combined fluids, but she took her time, cleaning me. When my rod was all slick, she took me into her mouth. I opened my eyes and looked down. The light from the bathroom was enough to clearly see her head as it bobbed on my cock. It felt unbelievably good, and I couldn't hold back a moan. Not pausing in the slow rhythm she'd fallen into, she looked up at me, her face framed with her tangled black hair, her eyes big, dark and sexy. She gagged and readjusted herself, wrapping her fingers around the base of my erection, unable to get all of me in her mouth. As she bobbed up and down, she stroked with her hand and slid her tongue over my cock, giving me all sorts of delicious sensations all at once. She was so good at this, I didn't think I'd be able to last long. Suddenly she started moaning, the vibration hitting me as she continued everything else she was doing. She was rocking her hips and I realized her other hand was down between her legs. She was playing with herself as she gave me the most incredible blowjob I'd had in my life. Seeing her rocking motions, her sexy eyes watching me unwaveringly and all her skillful ministrations... it was too much. She was gripping my base too firmly for me to pull away, so I let go. I tensed up in her mouth and bellowed out in pleasure, my orgasm mind-blowing. At the same time she rocked harder, her moans growing even louder around my spasming cock as she brought herself to a climax to match mine. She continued sucking, swallowing my load as it blasted into her welcoming mouth. She didn't lose a drop. Mouth still full of cock, Katie continued moaning softly as she swallowed all I had to offer. Then she ran her tongue along my length a couple more times, making sure I was all clean. When she was satisfied I was done, she released me from the grip of her sweet mouth and fingers. She crawled back up and cuddled up to me, placing her still-wet hand on my chest where I could smell the alluring scent of her sex. She gave another long sigh and after a few moments was breathing steadily, asleep again. I have to say, that mostly-silent, middle of the night blowjob still ranks among one of the sexiest things that has ever happened to me. I fell asleep with a contented smile on my face, breathing in Katie's womanly scent. *** I woke first that morning, the sunlight shining directly in my face. Fortunate, since we had forgotten to leave a wake up call. I got up and went to the bathroom. After, I stepped back out, eyeing our dress clothes strewn about the room. Amidst the rush of hot memories, I felt a touch of awkwardness. Do I leave? Do I wake her? Let her sleep? I still didn't know what was proper. When my eyes fell on Katie, all my questions fell away. She was naked on her side, facing away from me. The sheet had slipped off of her when I got up and her bottom was beckoning me, her hip curving sexily. Drawn to it, I carefully crawled back into bed, gently running my hand down her side, to the dip of her waist then up over her sloping hip to her firm thigh. I pressed my naked body against her back, my hardening cock pushing against her ass and reached around to cup one full breast. She made sweet murmuring sounds and wriggled against me lazily. Running my hand over her tit, I leaned in and kissed her neck, nibbling her ear lobe, wishing I could reach her lips. She solved that problem for me, as she soon rolled onto her back, fluttering her sleepy dark eyes up at me. I kissed her as soon as I was able and she kissed back, drowsy and tender. In contrast to the hungry passion of the previous night, this was a calmer, sweeter kiss. I ran my hand down her lean body, feeling her curves, until I was idly stroking the hair between her legs. A finger brushed against her clit, which brought a deep moan from her. She spread her legs wider and pushed her crotch against my hand. I sped up my movements, slipping a finger into her rapidly moistening hole. She continued to hump my hand, making more desperate noises until finally she exploded, clamping down on my hand and jerking on the bed. When she gave me my hand back, I brought it up to my face, inhaling her musk and licking her cum off my fingers, which made her smile as she watched me all half-lidded. I climbed on top of her and kissed her neck, at the same time rubbing my engorged cock head against her slick pussy lips. It suddenly slipped just inside her entrance so I pushed, slowing sliding every inch into her, where I stopped, enjoying the feeling of being cradled by her tightness. I flexed while inside her and she moaned, wrapping her arms around me, holding me close. I started moving, keeping my strokes slow and shallow, just enjoying the intimacy of a gentle morning lovemaking session. We went on like that for several minutes until she stiffened beneath me, pressing up and gripping me tighter, her nails digging into my back, her teeth biting my shoulder. I kept sliding in and out as she came, feeling her canal grow even wetter. When she stopped quivering, she put her hand on my shoulder and pushed. I quickly gathered that she wanted me to roll over, so I did. She rolled with me and when she was on top she guided me back inside and started fucking me from that position, guiding the speed, going faster. It was clear that the leisurely stage was over and she only had one thing in mind—making us both cum again. I grabbed her hips and fucked her back, liking the feeling of being on the bottom for a change, trying to stay within the tempo she was setting. She panted with exertion and within minutes she was slamming down on me, her hair flying, looking down, her face flushed and awash in pleasure. She looked so sexy above me and I felt myself coming close to the point of no return. "Shit. Oh fuck, Katie, I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum," I gasped, trying to warn her. She sped up, moaning loader. "I can't hold back, I have to pull out," I told her. She gave me a smirking look of defiance as I tried to pull out of her and shook her head, whipping her dark hair around. She clamped her strong thighs on mine, riding me even harder, rocking back and forth on me, moaning continuously. Resigning myself to the inevitable, I let out a loud groan and let myself go, spurting deep inside her as she cried out in her own orgasm. We both jerked and convulsed, riding our own waves as they happened simultaneously. When we were both spent she collapsed on top of me, groaning deep as my cock gave one last spasm, hitting her deep inside. Once she caught her breath, she gave me one last kiss, deep and tender, before climbing off of me. She stepped off the bed and looked down at me, smiling... beaming, really. She looked sweaty and tousled and unbearably sensual. As I watched, a thick rivulet of semen oozed from her pussy and started making its way down the inside of her left thigh. I marked every detail in my memory, wanting to never forget that moment. I had a feeling she was doing the same. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and let out her breath. "Ray, that was... There're no words for what that was." "Exactly what I was thinking," I agreed, sitting up. I noticed the clock and groaned. "Damn. We're going to be late for the farewell breakfast." She sighed. "Yeah, I guess I should shower. I got all... dirty again." She smiled at me mischievously and I felt a stirring in my aching groin. "I'd ask you to join me, but then we'd be even later for breakfast." I matched her smirk. "Late? We'd miss it altogether." I chuckled and started gathering my clothes. I'd have to rush back to my room, jump in the shower to get rid of the sweaty sex smell, pull on new clothes. At least this made a long, drawn-out goodbye impossible. I almost laughed when I realized that in addition to the other new experiences Katie had brought me, I would also be doing my very first walk of shame. (Without a lick of shame, of course.) "Thank you," she said warmly, squeezing my shoulder. With that, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower was already running as I stepped out of her room and out into the hall in my rumpled clothes from the previous day. My first walk of shame was actually a walk of flashbacks. I'm sure my giddy expression made the other occupants of the elevator quite nervous. *** I ate ravenously at the farewell breakfast. I'd worked up a real appetite the previous night and that morning, cumming four times in a twelve hour period and getting much more exercise than I was accustomed to. I had no regrets, my usual loneliness was sated for the time being, and I have to say, I learned more in one evening than I had during an entire weekend of presentations and workshops. At one point I looked across the noisy room and caught Katie's eye. We smiled at each other and she quickly looked away. Even from several tables away I could tell she was blushing, her office-pale skin a deep scarlet. The sight made me want to jump her. After breakfast, I was standing with my manager, listening as she made the final arrangements with the new consultant she'd been trying all weekend to land. Something boring about faxing over the paperwork and our new business relationship will be beneficial to all and blah blah blah. Whatever. Katie walked up to me and raised her right hand, looking professional and well-composed. Much more at ease than before. In between her index and middle fingers was her business card. I realized that I'd left it in her room along with her key card. Smiling radiantly she said, "Just in case you misplaced the last one I gave you. Hold onto it. If y'all need anything, don't hesitate to give me a call." "Oh, I will," I assured her, smiling back. I watched her walk away, her hips swaying, imagining the sexy ass that was hidden by a modest gray skirt. I shrugged at my manager's questioning look and slipped the card into my pocket. Later, on the plane, I pulled the card out and looked at it. On the back she'd written her cell number. In her flowing, feminine writing, she'd added "And I mean anything." The word anything was underlined twice. I ended up calling the number the same night, jet lag be damned. Turned out she was as eager as I was to set up our next private consultation... and I finally had a reason to use up some of those vacation days. ***** Author's Note: I'm really happy with this one and hope you enjoy it. I basically wrote this story in one morning on hotel stationary and it was then a matter of filling in the details. And yes, I was at a convention.