0 comments/ 20272 views/ 4 favorites Strangers In A Hotel Bar By: SuzyQs It had been a long day for Sheila. This was her 3rd night on this trip and she was exhausted. All she wanted was a drink, a soak in the Whirlpool in her room, and then to go to bed. Her clients had been brutal today, they brought her in to help them get several things done and promptly put obstacles up at every turn. She was getting aggravated just thinking about it again. She entered the hotel bar, vowing to put the day out of her mind. She was tense and needed to unwind. She strode to the bar and ordered her favorite: Kettle One, on the rocks, with olives. She lowered her computer / brief case to the floor and slid into the chair. Mike also was traveling on business, but he had just arrived in town. He had the trip from hell, with flight delays, missed connecting flights, and rental car mix-ups. He too wanted a stiff drink. He was already at work on his Gentleman Jack when Sheila entered. Hmmmmmm, not too bad, he thought to himself as he looked her up and down. But she seems like she's a real bitch—what a scowl on her face. Oh well, he thought and returned to his notes for his presentation tomorrow. The bartender brings Sheila her drink, with extra olives. She smiled and said, "Thanks for remembering that I like lots of olives." The bartender kindly smiled and said simply, "It's my job—this is the 3rd day in row you've come here. I remember you." Sheila smiled back, but it wasn't easy to work up the smile. He noticed and asked her how her day went. She began to tell him about her meetings, when suddenly, the entire thing began to seem humorous. She was mimicking the executives and both she and the bartender were laughing now. Mike heard her laughter and noticed that it was a nice laugh. As the sound reached his ears again and again, he picked his head back up. He saw her telling the story—her face was lit up with laughter. He thought to himself, "Maybe she's not a bitch." Since she wasn't that far away, he could overhear her story. It suddenly dawned on him that she had looked angry because she had a rough day. She now looked full of life and energy. He noticed her shapely legs dangling against the legs of the barstool and wanted to become a part of the conversation. His glass was empty and he signaled to the bartender for a refill. He rose from his seat and made his way to the bar. Sheila was about done with her drink and debating if she was ready to leave. Mike decided for her by offering to buy her a drink. She smiled and accepted, warning him that he may regret that. He laughed and said, "I couldn't help but overhear you. Sounds like you had a hell of a day." The bartender delivered their drinks to them, smiled and retreated to the other end of the bar. Sheila said, "Yes I did. But I'm glad it's over. I came here to take my mind off of it and instead, all I have done is talk about it." Mike replied, "Well, sometimes it is good to vent," as he slid into the seat next to her. Sheila said, "Yes, but all I intended on doing this evening was having just one drink, a long soak in the whirlpool in my room, and tumbling into bed." She looked down at the 2nd drink in her hand and said, "Oh well….there goes that one!" laughing. Mike laughed and said, "That doesn't mean that you still can't do the rest of those things….." She laughed and pulled out the ends of a silk scarf that had been nestled around her neck and tucked into her suit jacket. She began to play with one end. She noticed that Mike had a great smile and deep brown eyes. She leaned forward and he got a glimpse of her cleavage saying, "Yes, I suppose you are right." Mike was intrigued by this woman, tomorrow morning's presentation was forgotten. He leaned forward, got a better look down her jacket and picked up the other end of the scarf. He played with the cool, deliciously smooth material and imagined what it would be like to be the silk, nestled in between her breasts. He slowly pulled his end and the scarf slid around her neck and feel down into her lap. The feeling of the material gliding on her skin was extremely sensual and she caught her breath. He smiled wickedly and propositioned her, "Actually both of those things sound like good ideas to me. Except, I don't have a whirlpool in my room." Sheila smiled invitingly, "Well, I'll let you come and play in mine." That was all that needed to be said then. They stood up, said goodnight to the bartender, picked up their drinks, and gathered their things on the way out. The elevator doors opened as they approached and an older couple exited. They were the only 2 to enter the elevator and Sheila leaned across Mike, brushing her breasts up against his arm, pushing the button for the 23rd floor. The doors closed and she looked up at him, slowly licking her lips. Mike leaned down and kissed her, softly, then deeply. She pressed her body up against his and things quickly heated up. Just as his presentation files and both their drinks were about to tumble to the floor, the elevator slowed. They quickly broke the kiss and exited the elevator. Of course, Sheila's room was at the far end of the hall. As she walked half a step in front of him, Mike admired her backside. She turned around, catching him looking at her. In return, she looked him up and down, unapologetically stopping at the bulge in his pants. Mike laughed and so did she. They reached the door and entered the room. No sooner had the door shut behind them then they were placing their drinks on the table, dropping their things, and resuming their embrace. Their bodies were rubbing up against each other, straining through the clothes. They were breathing hard and moaning. Sheila said, wait, let me start the whirlpool. Mike released her and as she went to turn it on, he picked up their drinks and brought hers over to the whirlpool with him. The unit began to softly hum and she turned to him and took the drink. They sipped their drinks, looking at each other, not saying a word as the machine slowly came to life. He could see the curve of her waist and the fullness of her breasts under that suit. She admired his broad shoulders and could see that he was well-endowed. They finished their drinks. Without a word, he stepped forward, kissed her deeply, and began to undress her and she was doing the same to him. Their clothes were discarded onto the floor rapidly. Finally, they were naked and kissing, rubbing their bodies up against each other. Her skin felt soft and smooth, her nipples were erect, and her odor was unmistakable. He slowly slid his thigh in between hers and rubbed it up against her. She dripped all over his legs and moaned uncontrollably. He smiled at her pleasure and suggested that they move to the tub. They lowered themselves into the delicious warm water and he invited her to sit between his legs. He began to massage her shoulders and neck to relax her. Her head fell forward as she groaned. Her muscles started to unknot. Once she had relaxed some more, he shifted her position slightly so that a jet stream of water was aimed at her clit. She jumped at the sensation. He laughed easily as she closed her eyes, moaning in pleasure. Fortunately, the whirlpool was large and he moved to her side and watched her. She kept her eyes shut—she was in a far away place—and moved a bit to get closer to the source. The pulsing water on her clit felt fantastic and she had never experienced this before. She was completely wrapped up in her own pleasure and Mike was incredibly turned on watching it. She was gasping and moaning without realizing she was doing it. As she gave herself up completely to this new experience, Mike was both proud for turning her on to this trick (literally) and amazed at her powerful reactions to it. Sheila was rapidly approaching orgasm. He could tell by the noises she was making. She was splashing around now as she shuddered in an intense orgasm. She took herself out of the line of fire and eased herself back onto a reclining slope at the end of the tub. She opened her eyes with a huge smile on her face. She found Mike with a smile on his face to match hers. "Thank you," she said, "That was incredible—I'd never done that before," and she leaned over and kissed him. He returned the kiss and they moved closer together. Soon they were sitting facing each other with their legs loosely wrapped around each other's hips. He moved his hands to her damp hair and ran them through it while his tongue explored her mouth. He felt her hands sliding up his inner thighs to his cock. He groaned as she caressed his balls and stroked his dick. She moved slowly at first and then faster. Finally, she broke the kiss and pushed him up against the reclining slope and straddled him. He slid into her easily and they started to fuck. Water was splashing everywhere. Their bodies glistened with the water and his eyes were drawn to her shimmering tits. He reached up and grabbed them while she was riding him. The splashing got noisier and messier, but they didn't really care. The water lapping and splashing their skin heightened their arousal. Finally, he sensed that he was going to cum and cried out, "oh baby!" She started to squeeze his cock with her pussy and he exploded inside her. They looked at each other and grinned. They kissed again and slowly disengaged. They relaxed in the tub for a few moments, smiling and allowing their bodies to begin to return to normal. Then they found the few towels that their splashing hadn't soaked. They stepped out and dried themselves off. They discovered that the water had reached their discarded clothes. They were all wet. They laughed and hung them up to dry. He put on a hotel robe and since he couldn't really go anywhere, he sat down on the couch. She pulled on a silk kimono and sat down at the other end. They stared at each other for awhile. Finally she thanked him, not only for the drink, but for everything. He laughed and thanked her for the same "everything". She smiled back and told him that next time she was away and needed to relax, she'd just go straight to the whirlpool. They both laughed. As she laughed, she brought her legs up, folding them underneath her. As she did so, her robe slid open and he could see her breasts again. They were large, firm, and beautiful. Her nipples were still aroused. He remembered for a second what they looked like coated with water and felt like in his hands. Everything from the whirlpool came flooding back to him. The lower edges of the kimono barely covered her crotch and he wanted to see it again. He couldn't believe it but he was already getting hard. She watched incredulously as his robe moved without the rest of his body moving. She had to see this to believe it. She pulled the robe apart and sure enough, he was getting an erection again as they just sat there on the couch. She was flabbergasted and so was he—but he was also proud. She looked him in the eye and smiled. He smiled back. She leaned her head down into his groin and licked him up and down. His dick grew harder and she moved to his balls licking them slowly and sensually, her moist, hot breath billowing onto them. She returned her tongue to his cock which was rock-hard now. She looked up and smiled at Mike. He pulled her up to his mouth. They kissed and the robes were easily and quickly discarded. They made their way to the huge bed, which had already been turned down by the hotel and she lay down on it. He kissed his way down her neck and sucked on her tits. He reached down with his hand and slid one finger into her pussy. Once again, she was wet. He slid a second finger in and she groaned. Then he took his thumb and started to play with her clit. "Oh yes!!!" she cried out. He was still sucking on her breasts and sliding in and out and rubbing her clit her with his other hand. The combination of sensations was exquisite to her. She tried concentrating on them one at a time, but couldn't. She was moaning and breathing hard as she came, spurting her juices all down his hand. He lifted his head and smiled and told her she wasn't done yet. He made his way with his mouth down to her pussy and started to lick all of the juices that missed his hand. She was squirming with delight as he licked her clit a little and then slid his tongue deep into her hot, wet box. At the same time, he reached around with both hands and gently squeezed her ass. "Oh my God," she gasped. He alternated sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy with sucking on and strumming her clit. Quickly, she exploded in orgasm. His hot, wet breath and strong tongue were driving her crazy. She couldn't even catch her breath for a second, he kept working like she hadn't cum at all that evening. His tongue flicked back and forth on her clit relentlessly. She was moaning loudly now, not caring if the sound traveled outside her room. She was squirming and beginning to thrash around from everything he was doing to her. His hands tightly gripped her hips and made her stay still enough so that his mouth would not lose her. Her arms were flying and she was grabbing anything she could: pillows, headboard, sheets, blankets…..all in an effort to keep her lower body still. He laughed wickedly and did not let up. She roared into an orgasm. This one half the hotel must have heard. She was unable to catch her breath. "Stop for a second!" she managed to cry, "Give a girl a break." Mike laughed and obliged, picking his head up and kissing her navel. Sheila finally caught her breath and told him to lie on his back. She then proceeded to give him a truly exquisite blowjob. She lowered her head back to his throbbing dick. She licked him, slowly, up and down. While she was going up and down, she was going around and around. Every square millimeter of his cock was coated with her saliva from numerous passes. She puckered her lips and kissed the head, sliding it into her mouth, just a bit. He groaned and she looked up at him and smiled. She made him move so that his ass was at the edge of the bed. She knelt down in front of him and placed her tongue on his balls. She licked around each of his balls again and again. Then she licked each sack, coating them with her saliva. Meanwhile her hand was lightly caressing his dick. She licked his balls around and around again, faster and faster, breathing hot, moist air on them. They were beginning to tighten when she stopped. She moved to his inner thighs and kissed them slowly and gently. She moved her hands to his legs which she caressed in long strokes. After a minute during which the edge was taken off, she moved her mouth to his cock again. She licked it up and down, just a few times, and then paid attention to the head. She swirled her tongue around and around it. She put the tip of her tongue directly along bottom of the knob and went around and around. Then she slowly slid the head into her mouth. She paused there, giving him a chance to squirm. He did, trying to insert himself into her mouth entirely. She wouldn't let him and just sucked on the head. After a minute of this, she took her tongue and concentrated is on the ridge on the underside. She gently flicked her tongue back and forth on it. She increased the speed and urgency of her tongue, slowly, building the pressure again. As slowly as she built the pressure, she shifted it down. She went back to merely licking him like a popsicle for a minute while he cooled off a bit again. This time, when she put her mouth to his dick, she slid the head in, then out, then she slid it in a little further, then out. Slowly she moved her mouth and slowly she slide more and more into her mouth. He was moaning and begging her to pick up speed. She knew that the more she went on, the better he would love it in the end. Finally, his entire cock was deep into her throat. He groaned with bliss, as he was completely surrounded with the hot heat of her mouth. She sat still for a moment while she enjoyed having her mouth full of him. Then she started moving up and down, building speed as she went on. Then she began to slow down and slid him out of her mouth, again. He was whimpering now, threatening to take himself into his own hands to finish it off if he has to. She asked him to just give her a little while longer as she dropped her head and slowly took one of his balls in her mouth. "Oh, this is why she moved me to the edge of the bed!" rapidly went through his mind before he was overtaken by pleasure. He has no intentions of interrupting her work now. She licked and sucked that ball, carefully and gently. Then she moved to the other one, repeating the same delicious torture. Finally she took her mouth away and put her lips back on his dick. She looked up and said, "I don't want you to cum here, I want to feel you fuck me in my pussy again…..is that okay?" He could only nod his assent. He would have said yes to almost anything she wanted at that moment. Swiftly, she slid his entire dick into her mouth. She moved up and down building up speed faster than the last time. He was gasping and moaning as he was getting ready to cum. She slid him out and asked him to take her, doggie-style. He couldn't refuse such a request, and she climbed back up onto the bed, got on all fours, waving her inviting pussy in the air. He slowly crawled up behind her, admiring her pink cunt and juices glistening on it. Her odor filled the room. He slid into her slit easily and started to pump her. She was so excited, she started alternatingly grinding her pussy into him and slamming back into him. As she bucked up against him, he just grabbed her ass and held on, enjoying the ride immensely, as she screwed him. The mirror on the wall offered the lovers a wonderful view. He could see her tits bouncing and swaying and she could see his cock sliding in and out of her. He leaned forward and grabbed those tits with one hand and reach for her clit with the other. She continued to buck up against him wildly and he did not stop rubbing her clit. His motions with his fingers on her clit became quicker and more demanding. She had yet another orgasm and he felt it dripping down his shaft. She was starting to slow down from her orgasm, so he took over, setting the pace now. She exclaimed, "Oh yes! DO NOT STOP FUCKING ME!!!" very glad that he had not let her orgasm slow down their fun. He was fucking her hard, his balls slapping up against her ass—he felt them tightening. But he didn't want to cum just yet—he was so thoroughly enjoying being immersed in her. He decided they needed to use more of this immense bed. He slowed down and stopped and they carefully rolled onto their sides and then onto his back with him still inside her. They continued to roll until she was on her stomach, legs extended and spread wide. He lay on top of her with his legs extended inside of hers and she swung hers closer together until they were resting next to his. He started to pump her. Her hands reached up and gripped the headboard. He placed his hands next to hers on the headboard and used it as leverage. They were sweating and his skin glided easily up against hers as he plunged in and out of her. His cock was touching different places than before and she moaned uncontrollably. She loved the new places he was touching, but unfortunately, he was also unable to get into her as deeply as he could before and she missed it desperately. She moaned and begged for a return to a position where he could truly bury himself in her. He wanted that, too. He slowed down again, reached around, and slid his arms around her waist. They carefully rolled again until he was on his back again—the whole time he remained inside her. She folded her legs next to his hips and slowly sat up. She started to fuck him with her back to him. He leaned his head around to watch this unfold in the mirror. Once again her eyes were closed and she was concentrating. She was squeezing his dick with her pussy as she slowly moved up and down his shaft, getting used to this new position and the accompanying sensations As she adjusted, she began to move faster. Her tits were jiggling with every jam of his cock deep within her. She was smiling now, as she could control how deep he was plunging into her and his dick was touching all these different places within her. Occasionally, she would pause with him deep inside her and swivel her hips in slow, luxurious circles. He looked down to watch her move up and down as well as around on him, then he looked back in the mirror. These views were so intoxicating and her cunt was spasming and squeezing him so tight, he was rapidly approaching the brink. "Oh baby! Fuck me harder!!" he cried out. Sheila began moving up and down as fast and as hard as she could, plunging him into her as deep as she could with every downward stroke. Strangers in a Hotel Bar Earlier this week this story was uploaded from a corrupted file that reverted to a previous draft. Not only were there myriad spelling and grammatical errors, but only about 1/3 of the story was posted. If you read that draft, I apologize for the problems and invite you to read the full story. If not, then I'm just glad you're here to read this one. ***** I had been in Argentina for three months on an assignment and when my plane touched down in Atlanta, the only thing in the world that I was interested in was going home for a well needed hot shower, change of clothes, and some down time. Now there's nothing wrong with Argentina. Actually it's a pretty wonderful place. The people there are warm and open, the mountains are beautiful, the women are gorgeous and the food is pretty great compared to a lot of the other places I've been. (If you've never tried asado, you haven't seen Shakespeare the way it was meant to be played.) But it's also hot and dusty all the time, and my job was to protect a group of business men stationed there for a trade negation. This meant I spent a lot of time standing around outside in the sun in a wool suit trying not to die of heat stroke or dehydration. My company only sent me down there for a week, and I had packed accordingly, but a week ran into three months, and I was just ready to have some other clothes on. My layover was in Atlanta, and then I caught the short flight over to Houston where I would rent a car and drive back home. It's a pleasant drive and I was looking forward to unwinding, but as soon as I landed in Houston I turned on my phone and watched as my screen populated with missed calls, messages and emails. If I was smart I would have ignored them. If I had been wise enough to learn from my mistakes in the past, I would have rented my car and gotten an hour down the road before I "remembered" to turn my phone on. But that's just not the way the way I'm wired up. Every one of my messages said basically the same thing: Call the home office right away. Fuck! I knew my plans for some R&R were done before I even finished dialing. I work as a security consultant. It's a great job, pays well, allows me to travel and has a lot of other perks, but unfortunately there isn't a lot of time for a personal life. There is always one emergency after another. Most of the work I do is corporate security. Helping companies protect their secrets is a multibillion dollar industry in the United States because stealing company secrets is just as lucrative. This could be anything from private health care data, to lists of assets or the details of their newest invention right before they go to patent with it. For the most part I stopped doing personal protection three promotions ago, but the trip to Argentina was a high profile job for my company and they wanted somebody in management out there, and I drew the fuzzy end of that lollypop. "What," I answered very briskly when my boss came on the line. "Paul, is that you?" He asked. My boss' name was Gregory, but he insisted on being called Greg or Gary or even Buddy. When I thought about him I always compared him to Bill Clinton. Despite a passing physical resemblance to our former president, he was the kind of guy that never met a stranger. Everyone was his friend, another pal, or ally for his cause. Also, his sincerity in all of this was often called into question. It made him very successful, but also made him annoying to deal with. It meant I was going to have to try extra hard to get out of whatever he wanted me to do. "Yeah Buddy, it's me." I said, still trying to sound cold. "Whatever you're going to ask me to do the answer is no! I am tired, I am mad, and I only have two suits with me and they both smell like horse shit and sweat. I need to go home, regroup and re outfit before I do anything else." "PAUL!" He said in his most solicitous voice. "It's great to hear from you. I was worried I wouldn't catch you in time." He took control of the conversation in a heartbeat by simply ignoring anything I had to say. Charismatic bastard. "Buddy, I'm serious, I need a breather." "I get that, Paul I do. I want you to take that breather. You're far too valuable around here for us to loose due to burn out. " "But..." I prompted, knowing without a doubt that I was getting greased up for a fucking. "But I need someone in Houston for 24 hours until our main team can get there. It's just one day and then you can take all the time off you want." "What do you mean main team?" I asked, curious despite myself. "We just signed a huge contract with Theta Logistics. They're a drilling company headquartered in Houston. We're getting a whole team together to do a top down security audit, but it will be tomorrow night before they're on scene. I promised them we would have the advance man on site tomorrow morning, and you're the only person close enough to get there in time. It's only 24 hours, you get a bonus, the thanks of a grateful company and all the vacation you want when you're done. You can't say no to that, can you?" I let the silence hang on the phone for a long time. I really didn't want to do this, but the idea of another bonus caught my attention. I would be getting a very nice one for my extended stay in Argentina, and another one on top of that would mean a new car, or even a down payment on a bigger house. My company could be very generous. "Paul, I can hear you thinking about it over the phone. Just say yes and make both of us happy." I chuckled. He was laying his charm down hard. I knew it was all an act, but the man was good at what he did. "I was serious about my suits. They're just filthy, and I don't think a simple dry cleaning is going to cut it. I flew back in jeans and a t-shirt I picked up down there. " "Here's what you do", he said. "Get a car and head over to the Galleria. I'll book you a suite at the Post Oak Hilton and after you check in you can head on down to one of the clothiers there and get a couple of new suits. Put them on the company card and I'll write them off. Get something nice. I think there is an Armani shop there." I held my breath to see if the offer would get any better. It didn't. "Come on, you know you want to say yes..." "Alright, fine." I said a bit begrudgingly. "But you're going to owe me one." I hung up the phone while he was still chuckling good naturedly. I could imagine the shit eating grin on his face that said he knew he had me wrapped around his little finger. I was in my early 30s then, and I knew this was the time to build my nest egg, work the long hours and set myself up for the future. I went to the baggage claim, got my things and headed for the Galleria. *** If you've never been to the Houston Galleria, it's really a site to see. Maybe it's not the 9th wonder of the world, but the first time I ever saw it was when I was about six years old it was the most wonderful place on earth at the time. Three stories of shopping with an ice skating rink in the center that you could watch from any floor because of the open plan. Above the first three floors were another several floors of offices and hotel rooms. Everything you could ever want, or so it seemed, was right there in that building. There is even a story about an oil baron that went crazy and lived in the Galleria in the 80s bringing in coke and hookers. I forget all of the details, but he was eventually arrested, or killed, or committed suicide. Some type of spectacular end to a man that had led an extravagant and spectacular life. Greg was true to his word and when I checked in, a suite was waiting for me. The suites at the Post Oak Hilton aren't exactly the lap of luxury, but compared to what I had been staying in in Argentina it was pretty nice. The suites have a little extra room and a couch and a bigger TV. That's about it really, but it beat the hell out of a folding cot in the back of a walk in pantry. (Yes, that's really where I was sleeping in Argentina. When you put five extra guys for a security detail in a house that's already at capacity, you get used to sleeping wherever you can) I set down my bags, stripped right there in the middle of the room and jumped in the shower. Nothing gets you dirty in quite the same way that traveling does. After my third go around with the suds, I picked my least dirty clothes out of my suitcase and got dressed back in the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, and seeing myself naked I suddenly realized that it had been almost three months since the last time I got laid, and that may be the longest time I had gone since I was a teenager. There was a woman when I had first gotten to Cordoba. She had been one of the caretakers of the house where we were staying. It was a brief fling, but passionate in trying to find little out of the way places to sneak off and fool around. She had small breasts, and cinnamon skin, and the darkest nipples I had ever seen on a woman. We would both get covered in sweat almost instantly in that hot place, and when she came she would gasp over and over while her body shook with pleasure. She had been in her early 20s and still under her father's roof. When he found out about us from one of the maids he moved her to stay with family in another city. Pillar was her name. I missed the feel of her under my hands and wondered where she was now and if she had found another lover. I felt sure she had. The desire for sex was a palpable burning inside of her. Back in the real world my first stop was a casual clothing store. I purchased a pair of khakis and a collared shirt. I changed in the dressing room and stuffed the clothes I was wearing into the bag the new clothes came in. It felt nice to just wear something different and clean for the first time in a long time. It was already past lunch and I knew it would take a while to pick out my suits. So I went to Armani. A nice elderly gentleman helped me make a selection of two suits. One was black pen stripe and a second charcoal grey; white shirts for both and no ties. I rarely wear ties. The pants needed to be taken in, and they told me it would be about an hour. They do the alterations there. I left to find a nice place for lunch and some cold beers. Both were easy to find. I took my time eating to make sure the store had enough time for the alterations. When I went back I paid the rather large clothing bill with my company credit card, picked up my merchandise and went back to the hotel. I was still on a different time zone, and the large meal, the stress of travel and the beers all spelled nap time to me. I knew I wouldn't have anything else to do until morning anyway, and I fell into the luxurious queen size bed and stretched out for the first time in three months and slept the sleep of the dead! *** When I woke up I was as disoriented as I could possibly be. Have you ever awakened in a strange place and couldn't remember where you were, what time it was, or what you were doing? The room was completely dark, I didn't know if it was day or night, I had left the air conditioner on high and the room was freezing and for the longest time, or so it seemed, I couldn't even remember what country I was in. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone to check the time. The light on the giant, bright screen was blinding, and it took me a moment to bring it into focus enough to read the time as 10:30pm. I found the lamp switch with the light from the phone and turned it on. I killed the AC because it was too cold and I let the adrenaline rush fall back to normal. I hadn't overslept. Everything was okay. I was right where I needed to be. Still naked, I walked to the windows and opened the curtains. It was full dark outside, but that didn't really make that much of a difference. The light from Houston at night gives everything a shallow orange glow to it and there are almost no shadows. My room faced away from downtown, so the view wasn't great, but at least it was familiar. I travel to Houston a lot and know the town pretty well. The best thing for me would probably have been to just go back to bed and try to catch up on some sleep. Stress, long days and shitty conditions drain the body, and sleep is the only cure. But I was feeling restive and wanted to move about a bit. Waking up so disoriented had given me a start, and I knew it would be a while before I could get back to bed. Maybe a few drinks in the bar would be the ticket. Maybe I could find something else there also. The thought of someone to warm my bed tonight sent a soft twinge to my groin, and I felt myself begin to stiffen. "Well, if I'm gonna try to get laid, I might as well dress for the occasion." I said out loud to no one in particular. I went to the little makeshift closet in the room and retrieved my new grey suit. I preferred the color grey in most things and I knew the pen strip was too business formal for the occasion. I combed my hair, freshened my teeth and dressed quickly. The bathroom mirror only showed down to my waist, but the suit looked good none the less. Armani lines the inside of their pants with a softer material that makes them slide over your legs in a most pleasing way, so I opted to go without underwear to heighten the experience. Also, I hadn't picked up anything fresh while I was shopping today. After checking to make sure I had everything I needed in my pockets, I slipped a small glassine bag out of a hidden compartment in my luggage and into my inside breast pocket of the jacket. "Nothing wrong with a little insurance", I thought and headed out the door. *** There are several bars around the Post Oak, but I chose a nice one that was dark and smoky and attracted a lot of business people. It was still inside the Galleria and just outside the doors of the hotel. There was a convention of some kind in town and the bar was almost packed. There was no space at the bar itself, and I noticed that waitresses were servicing the tables. I spotted two people leaving from a corner, and grabbed their table before they were completely gone. "Hi", I heard over my shoulder in a too chirpy voice. "I'm Rachel. I'll be your server tonight. What can I get for you?" "Jack Daniels, please" "Are you expecting anyone else?" "No one in particular," I said. "But I have a feeling someone will show up eventually." She carefully looked me up and down the way a person evaluates the odds at a race track and said "I think so too." With that she turned and left. She was cute enough. She had short red hair and some freckles on her nose and cheeks that weren't quite covered by her makeup. I wouldn't have noticed, but she was standing under a spotlight near my table. She was wearing the traditional short sleeve white shirt and black pants of a cocktail waitress and the shirt was just thin enough for me to see she wasn't wearing a bra. She had medium sized breasts and light colored nipples. If they had been any darker, the outfit would have looked vulgar, but as it was, it was just enough sexuality that I had no doubt it doubled her tips every night. While I waited for my drink I began to look around the room for someone that looked like she was alone or looking for company. It didn't take long to see that the men outnumbered the women five or six to one. That wasn't unusual for a convention crowd. Most of the women that were there, at least the ones I took notice of, were milling around in little groups of their coworkers. I assumed that they were talking about the day's sales and commissions or maybe the networking they had done. Something about a spreadsheet, maybe? I honestly didn't know. My job isn't like other people's and I wasn't really sure what they talked about when they had down time. "Here you go", Rachel said with a little flourish as she set my drink down. I had ordered a double straight up, and what I got was a lot more than a double. I wasn't sure if they served all of their drinks strong here or if she was treating me special. I gave her twice the amount of the drink for a tip to keep her coming back. She smiled and said thank you. The amber liquid felt good on the way down. I was looking at the bar, and there was a pretty little brunette at the other end of the room that didn't seem to be having nearly as much fun as her coworkers. She was tearing her cocktail napkin to shreds, and looking anywhere but at her acquaintances. They kept laughing and trying to bring her into the jokes. She would smile and look at them, and then go back to the napkin. I couldn't tell if she was lonely or sad or both. I was trying to think of a way to cull her from the pack, and had come up with a few strategies when I hear a loud KA-THUNK on the table next to me. I spun around expecting half the wall to be caving in on me, and instead I saw a giant peach leather handbag in the center of the table. "You don't mind do you," the owner of the hand bag said. It took me a moment to notice her over the size of her bag. She was an attractive woman in her mid-40s, slender with straight blonde hair cut in a style to remind you she was probably smarter than you were. Her suit was nice, but not extravagant and the exact same color of light peach as her hand bag. Her breasts were improbably large under her translucent white blouse and a hot pink bra was just visible enough that it caught my attention right away. It took a moment for me to make my way up to her face. She had high cheek bones and delicate wrinkles around her smile that I was willing to bet had been lessened by a talented surgeon. Her eyes were the color blue that only come from expensive contacts, not blood lines. All in all, it was a pretty nice package. "Not at all," I said casually, offering her a smile. "My feet are killing me!" she said and glanced under the table at her high heels as if to make the point. Her skirt stopped just above where her legs were crossed at the knees. When I followed her gaze under the table she straightened them for just a moment to show me the shoes, then tucked them back under her stool. "This was the last seat in the house. I'm glad you aren't here with anyone." "I am now", I said. She gave me an "isn't that sweet" smile that I'm sure she used on every red blooded male she did business with and stepped out of line enough to make a pass at her. "Are you with convention," she asked, and then looked around the room for someone or something. I took a guess that it was the waitress, and raised my right hand over my shoulder without looking back and the put it down. In a moment I heard "Yes sir" in a chirpy tone. "Another drink please Rachel, and one for..." I trailed off to let her fill in the blank. "Mallory," she said looking at me. Then to Rachel she said "Whatever he's having." I smiled to myself. I liked a woman that drank hard alcohol straight up. Rachel went off to get the drinks and I focused my attention back at Mallory. I also liked older women and this one was beautiful in a hard and explicit sort of way. "No I'm here on other business," I said. "I don't even know what the convention is for." "It's for industrial marine equipment. You know, offshore drilling and such." She had a nice country accent that I couldn't quite place. Probably west Texas. "I've been on my feet at a booth all day. I have been DREAMING about a drink and getting out of these heels since lunch time. I didn't think it was going to happen when I saw how crowded the bar was, but you looked like you wouldn't mind the company." She made it a question and I got the feeling she was fishing for a compliment and not just another acknowledgement that she wasn't bothering me. "Your kind of company I don't mind at all" I said with a smile. "Thanks,' she said smiling back. Strangers in a Hotel Bar Our drinks came back and I slipped another couple of bills to Rachel. I almost always paid in cash where I could. Just habit I guess. I tipped her again and told her to bring more when she saw these running low. She agreed and trooped off to wait on other customers. "What kind of booth do you work," I asked her. ...and with that she was off on a very long explanation of what company she worked for and what type of equipment she sold. Apparently she didn't sell physical tools, as I had thought but something called "drilling mud" which I took to be industry term for some kind of lubricant they pumped into the well sites. Honestly she was a pretty good drinking companion. She matched me drink for drink. She could handle her alcohol. She was easy to look at and she kept the conversation going with little or no input from me. Along the way she kicked her shoes off under the table and when she got hot she removed her coat. Her blouse was sleeveless and light weight. Her giant breasts and hot pink bra under it kept my attention when I wasn't forcing myself to look at her face. She knew I was interested and was putting on a show to keep my attention, but I got the distinct impression that she was not looking for company after the bar tonight. She only asked me a couple questions about myself, and they mainly seemed to be segues for her to tell me about another aspect of her life. She had a daughter young and she was now in her 20s. Her first marriage had failed and she was on her second husband. He had some money, she said, and she only worked to have some security of her own. When she finished her second large drink (and seemed no worse for the wear) she turned to me and asked if I wanted another. What she was really asking is if I was willing to stand another round. "Of course," I said signaling to Rachel almost automatically. "Well" she stated matter of factly. "It's tinkle time!" She got up leaving her shoes and jacket where they were but taking her purse on her shoulder. She was taller than I realized, as this was the first time I had seen her standing up. She was probably almost my height: tall for a woman. I chuckled at the tinkle time comment and watched her work her way across the room to where the ladies restroom was. The view from the back was equally enticing and she drew a lot of attention from the other patrons of the bar. "I knew you wouldn't be alone long," Rachel said as she set the new round of drinks down and cleared the old ones. "I don't know. I think I may just be the patsy tonight, the buyer of drinks. I don't think I'm getting anywhere." "I wouldn't know," she said a little too quickly. "But if you don't the other waitresses and I get off in about an hour. We're going out to play pool. You could come with us if you wanted." I looked her over carefully. She was a good looking girl. She was putting herself out on a limb, asking me out, and yet not at the same time. "Maybe so," I said. "That may be a lot more fun" She smiled and went back about her job, but I had other game on my mind. Rachel would be fun, but it would take too long to get her into bed, and it may not be tonight. I wanted Mallory and I wanted her one way or another. I turned to the wall to look at the painting over my shoulder and to disguise my hand reaching into my breast pocket. I slipped a little white pill out of the baggie and palmed it into the webbing between my index and middle finger in such a way as it was not visible from any angle. I reached out and picked up her glass by the rim with my right hand, and in doing so, allowed the pill to drop into the liquid. It settled to the bottom and immediately began to dissolve. It was colorless, tasteless and in another 30 seconds wouldn't be visible at all. When Mallory returned I stood politely and pulled her chair out for her. She sat and I noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned an extra button. Her cleavage was glorious to behold and I wondered for a moment if I was doing better than I thought. I guess now it didn't really matter though. "Did you miss me,' she asked only half-jokingly. "Desperately," I responded as I knew she wanted me to. "Now, what were you saying about your sister?" With that she was off onto another story about how her sister had a gambling problem and lost every penny she had ever made playing craps at the casinos in Vegas. I let her talk and looked interested and watched carefully as the level of her glass dropped little by little. Within a quarter of an hour it was all gone and her speech was starting to slur. I knew the signs and wanted to get her out of public sooner rather than later. The bar had started to clear out, and the people that were left were unlikely to find friends to go back to their rooms with them. My concern was that Rachel had expressed an interest and was probably paying attention to how it was going with Mallory. I didn't want Mallory to look too bad off when we left. Its best if you don't give people a reason to remember you in situations like this. When her sentences started trailing off without finishing I said "Hey, what room did you say you were in?" "425" she replied. "Why?" "That's right next to mine. Why don't I walk you upstairs?" "Oh, Okay." She said compliantly. She had a nice little haze in her eyes and when she went to stand up I got there first to help her steady herself. When she had her feet I bent under the table to get her shoes. I tucked them under my arm and helped her into her coat. She was able to get the bag on her shoulder herself. I looped her arm under mine like she had taken it herself so that I had a way to guide and steady her as we walked. Half way to the door I turned to see Rachel watching me go. I gave her a polite nod, trying to express some amount of sorrow for the time we missed together and she gave me a smile that registered slight disappointment and the ease of which she would find someone else to go out with her and the girls. It was a short walk to the elevator and we were the only ones on it. As soon as the doors closed I leaned her against the corner of the lift and took her bag off her shoulder. She was quickly fading from the alcohol and the pill I had slipped her, but when I took her bag I heard her mumble "What... what are you doing?" "Nothing, baby. Don't worry about it." "Where are you taking..." She trailed off again. Rifling through her bag I found the room key that I was looking for. It was a plastic card key and she had placed it in a snapping side pocket. Closing the bag I put it back on her shoulder and picked her shoes up off the ground again. When the doors were opened we were back in the exact same position we were in when they closed and I poked my head in the hall way to see if there was anyone else there. We were alone and her room was only four doors down. I helped her walk there and when I looked at her face, her eyes were still open, but she wasn't tracking what was going on. I got the door open and half pushed, half dragged her inside. "No..." she said in mumbled protest. "No," this time a little more forcefully but then faded again. As soon as the door was closed behind us I dropped her bag to the floor, lifted her in my arms and took her directly to the bed where I dropped her. The jolt shook her awake long enough to look at me and realize what was going on. I saw the fear in her eyes come and then glass over. She relaxed back onto the bed, and her head lolled to the side as she drifted into a deep and comfortable sleep. She was heavier than she looked and I was a little out of breath from getting her onto the bed. I took a moment to look at her luscious body under her clothes and savored the fact I would be undressing her shortly. She would be out at least five hours, but more than likely over six with the drinks she had had first. That gave me plenty of time to have my fun. The first thing I wanted to do was to look through her room. Her iPhone was in her purse and I turned it to silent. Then I started in the bathroom. She had a large toiletry bag on the counter and a quick look through it revealed all the usual things you expect to find. The only real thing of note was a small prescription of powerful antianxiety medication in her name. I made a mental inventory of that for later. In the corner of the bathroom on the floor by the tub was a pair of red lace panties. They were small and delicate. I picked them up and smelled them. They smelled like sweat and pussy. I dropped them back on the floor where they had been. It was pretty clear that there wasn't anyone else staying in the room and that had been my chief concern. I unzipped my fly and fished myself out. I was already half hard and slippery around the tip of my cock. I pissed in the toilet and decided that this was as good a time as any to undress. I took off my clothes and hung them on the hook on the back of the door. Naked, I went into the room and checked to make sure she was still breathing deeply. She was sound asleep. Next was her luggage. I opened the red, wheeled bag and went through the items there. Again nothing spectacular. Clothes, a small clutch with some inexpensive jewelry. In an inside zipper pocket I found a small black vibrator with a large knob on the end and a tube of lubricant. It looked like it hadn't been used since the last time it had been cleaned. I threw them both on the bed next to her and finished my search. In the nightstand, next to the Gideon's bible, she had a pint bottle of Irish whisky. I poured myself a drink and sipped it looking at her, trying to decide how to begin. Then I remembered I had seen a small digital camera in her purse. It was a pink Cannon Elf. I powered it on and scrolled though her pictures. Most of them were pictures of her posing with customers and coworkers at her booth. There were a few of an unfurnished home that was probably hers before she moved in. At the end of the roll were three pictures of her standing in front of a steamy bathroom mirror with on open robe that still covered her breasts. Each one was a different pose; all three were at once sexy but carefully concealed her tits and bush from the camera. I wondered who she had sent them too. I deleted all the pictures but the last three. Returning the camera to live mode, I stood over her and took my first picture. Her suit coat was open and her arms were splayed out to her sides like she made a cross on the bed. With her legs past the knees hanging off the end of the bed her back was arched enough to make her breasts strain against her blouse. I took one of her on the bed from right over her. I took another closer, framing her breasts and face, and then I knelt on the floor and took one right between her knees and up her skirt. Enough playing around, it was time to get down to business. I unbuttoned her blouse, carefully not to tear anything, untucked it from her skirt, lifted her off the bed into a sitting position where I removed her jacket and blouse. The clasp to her bra was in the back and I unhooked it while I had her here, and then carefully laid her back on the bed. The release of tension from the bra allowed her breasts to settle their weight and they moved out to her sides when she was flat on her back again. I took another couple of pictures of her in this condition, and then I took the jacket and blouse and hung them in the little closet. All of her other clothes were hung, and I was taking a chance that this is what she would have done with them when she got back. I moved back to her and slid my hands under the loose cups of her bra. I realized immediately, as I had expected, that her tits were fake. That didn't make them any less spectacular though. I took time to massage them and pinch the nipples, savoring the feel of her body. Slipping the bra off entirely I was presented with a sight I had been waiting for all night. Her large freckled breasts proudly displayed her rock hard dusty rose nipples. I tossed the bra on the floor under the chair and bent to her chest. I took one nipple and then the other into my mouth sucking them and licking them. She never stirred, but I thought I heard her breathing quicken just a little. "Do you like that?" I asked her. "Isn't this what you wanted? Don't you like the way this feels?" She didn't answer. I kissed my way up to her mouth, parting her lips with my tongue and began kissing her deeply, even though she wasn't retuning it. By this time my cock was painfully hard and I was ready to move things along. I stood back up and remembered to pick up the camera and take a few pictures of her tits and smeared lipstick. I turned it off again to conserve power and after a moment of looking I found the zipper of her skirt on her right side. I unbuttoned the little peach button and slid down the zipper. She was wearing a hot pink pair of panties to match her bra but no stockings. That was nice. I didn't particularly like stockings on women. Off came the skirt, and I threw it onto the same chair I had thrown the bra under. I took another picture of her in nothing but her panties. I bent to smell them and was overcome with the scent of her. Using two hands I slid the panties down her legs and discarded them under the chair, and finally I could see what I had really been waiting for. Her pussy was shaved clean, and was gorgeous. She was obviously wet, whether from my fondling her or from the drugs I didn't know, probably both. I bent her legs at the knees and spread them, letting them fall open. As they did her labia spread also and I could see the extent of her arousal. Camera. Pictures. I hesitated before I touched her sex. I wanted to remember exactly how this felt, how my pulse quickened at the thought of what I was about to do to her, how she smelled and the sound of her breathing. I first put my thumb at the top of her slit where her clit stood hard and proud. One of the things I like about older women is that their clits are almost always larger. I used her wetness to lubricate my thumb as I swirled it in little circles around her clitoris. As I did this her breathing became heavier and her body started to move a bit with my caresses. "Yeah, you like that don't you Mallory." I waited until I hear her gasp, just a little bit, first once and then twice. She was ready. I pulled her butt to the end of the bed and lifted her legs up and pressed them against her chest. With my left hand I grasped my cock and guided it to her opening. I first rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit to lubricate it in her juices then glided inside her. She was a lot tighter than I expected for a woman her age, but even so she was so wet and ready that I had no problem sliding all the way in on the first try. With a slow but deliberate effort I began working my way in and out of her. I knew I wouldn't last long, because I was so fucking turned on by her, by the situation, by how long it had been since I had had sex. As I felt my orgasm beginning to rise inside of me I began quickening my pace, pushing into her not only faster but much harder. I enjoyed rough sex and this was the perfect opportunity to indulge. Within seconds trying to hold off the inevitable became impossible. I pulled out of her reluctantly and let her legs drop back to the bed. I started coming almost immediately and aimed it on her stomach and tits. Rope after rope of my thick cum shot out of me and onto her unconscious body. I continued to jerk myself until the last drop was out and onto her. I was breathing hard and my knees started to feel weak from the exertion and the pleasure of it all. I sat on the corner of the bed to catch my breath. As I began to relax again I remembered the camera and took a few more pictures of my cum all over her body. I let my hand trail over her. First I brushed against her nipple and then down to her pussy. I slipped one finger inside of her and then three effortlessly sliding in. "You're a pretty fucking good lay." I told her. "Do you want to go again?" Having caught my breath I was ready for a second round. My dick hadn't even gone soft and it already wanted more. I rolled her onto her stomach and exposed her wonderful ass for the first time. It was large and round with only a few little spots of cellulite on the backs of her thighs. Frankly it looked phenomenal for a woman her age. I spread her legs on either side of my hips and set both hands on her ass cheeks. I squeezed hard and pulled them apart revealing her puckered little rosebud. I took some more pictures of this most intimate angle and thought of how much I would like looking at them later. Her ass hole was the same color as her nipples and I wondered if she had ever been good and truly fucked there before? I wanted to do it myself, but for my plan to work, I knew I couldn't. Still I wasn't going to leave it untouched. I pressed the pad of my index finger to her anus firmly and then harder until I felt her muscles begin to part and let me in. I pushed my finger in all the way to the knuckle fighting how tight she was the whole way. I drew it almost all the way out and repeated the motion several times before I decided to stop. There was no reason to keep tempting myself with her this way. "Alright Gorgeous" I said to her. "Let's finish up." With that I took her by the thighs and pulled her too me. My dick slid right back into her pussy as soon as it found her entrance. She was still soaking wet and ready for me. This time I was going to last longer and I wanted to have a little fun. I pushed her away and then pulled her back toward me while pressing my hips forward. The result is that I slammed into her hard, and felt my balls slap against the edge of the bed. I did this again and again, each time trying to pull her against me harder, trying to bury myself into her further. Over and over I forced myself home. I heard her breath catch, and then she half gasped. I was breathing heavily myself but I kept going and I felt, more than heard, her breathing change, becoming more tattered, more insistent. Finally I heard three gasps, one after another and felt her constrict around my shaft. That was all it took. I pulled out and then pulled her toward me. My dick slipped between her butt cheeks like a hotdog on a bun and I let them go as I ejaculated onto her back. This time I did not feel nearly as weak as the first time. I let myself stand there with the cheeks of her ass hot around my cock. An idea struck me. I moved around the bed to where her head was and slipped into her slack and open mouth. When the head of my penis touched the back of her throat it triggered a gag reflex, closing her mouth around me and neatly cleaning off our combined fluids as I drew out. *** "Time to clean up, baby". "I picked her up off the bed and laid her down on the ground as gently as I could. She was limp and sticky in my arms, and radiated the body heat of sexual arousal and exertion. I picked up the vibrator and the lubricant from the bedspread and set them on the night stand. I pulled down the covers and fluffed the pillows to make a place for her. Again, gently I picked her up from the ground and set her in the bed where she would be sleeping. I went to the bathroom and wet a hand towel with warm water. I used it to wipe off my own groin thoroughly and then returned to the room. I had left her on her side and wiped off her stomach and back where I had cum on her. I didn't want her waking up feeling sticky or crusty in those places. I folded her skirt and hung it over the back of her chair. I kicked her shoes, panties and bra under the chair in what I hoped would simulate a drunken lack of caring for those items. Back in the bathroom I took the bottle of anti-anxiety medication and poured three pills out in my hand and dropped them in the toilet. I placed the bottle, still open, on the night stand closest to her and retrieved the pint bottle of Jameson from where I left it. I poured it out in the toilet and flushed both the whiskey and the pills away. The empty bottle went back on the nightstand. Strangers in a Hotel Bar Now it was time for the coup-de-gras. I squeezed a small amount of the lubricant onto the vibrator and turned it on. It hummed contentedly. I rolled Mallory onto her back, and rubbed the toy first outside of her to spread the lubricant, and then pressed it inside. It was so narrow and slick it went right into her. The bulb on the end helped it stay inside after I let it go. I remembered the camera, I took my last few pictures of her in that pose and shut it off. I had everything I needed to remember our time together. I covered her with the sheets and comforter, and then went to get dressed. Once I was dressed I found a plastic liner for the ice bucket on top of the mini bar. I had a few things I wanted to take with me when I left. I dropped the damp towel I had used to clean her up in there so it didn't wet my suit and rolled the whole thing up to slipped it in my coat pocket. I would dispose of it safely at the first chance I got. In the other side pocket I put her camera. I took a last look around the room to make sure I wasn't leaving anything important and went to the bed one last time. I could still hear the vibrator humming. Sometime in the night, likely in the next hour, the batteries would give out. "Thank you for a great evening." I said. "Too bad you won't remember it. Enjoy the rest of the convention." I kissed her on the forehead, turned out the lights and left her room forever. With luck, she was going to wake up in the morning with a massive headache and think that she had way too much to drink in the bar last night. She came back, took a couple of pills and finished off her booze and decided to giver herself a good fuck with the vibrator. I figured she would toss and turn at some point and it would slip out of her, but I wanted its placement to seem as natural as possible. After the drinks and the pills and a quick electric orgasm she fell asleep, or passed out. Whatever she would care to think, and that's where she would wake up in the morning, disoriented but none the worse for wear except for losing her camera at the convention. With any luck at all, she would be back on the convention floor in the morning and never think of tonight again. I would be checked out of the hotel and gone long before she woke up, just a distant memory of a younger guy she had chatted up in a bar. Feeling tired, but better than I had in a long time, I went back to my room to get ready for tomorrow. *** Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I'm always happy to hear from people that ready what I write. Feel free to drop me a line any time. If you want a response, please make sure you leave your email address.