When I first met her I barely noticed her. She was plain, with a roundish face and brown eyes. Her skin was clear but pale with freckles across her nose, which I suppose, were cute, but nothing extraordinarily beautiful. She had dark hair worn straight down to the middle of her back and bangs - cut just a little too high and definitely out of fashion. Her clothing was frumpy and she reminded me of a librarian. I wasn't impressed overall. I had forgotten her name the moment I heard it.
And then she smiled - and I saw a wide mouth with perfect straight white teeth. Really that mouth was her best quality. The only memorable thing about her so far.
Being in a northen town on business for six weeks and all alone in a hotel, I was definitely looking for some pretty little yankee girl to help me pass the time. I was a married and fit 35 year old and not unattractive and a man has needs.
But honestly, at first, this wasn't the one. She had a nice big rack, firm and tight, but with a thickness of body and thigh that wasn't what I normally pursued. I had initially determined to keep it platonic - but that whorish mouth! It was made to take a cock, that was for sure. The huge wedding ring on her finger was another attraction. It was just begging for me to coat it in a load of cum.
I honestly forgot her name by the next morning when I arrived at the offices I was using while "consulting" as an operations and efficiency expert for a fairly large privately owned company. This was the story the owner and I had agreed to tell the employees.
He had given me great leeway to streamline the entire operation and was paying me well. Honestly, I was using this as a sneaky introduction to the company. I actually had a permanent position as the new CEO, so I was very focused on learning about my new company as well as finding a little fuckhole to keep on the side.
My wife was fine. I used one of her holes 3 or 4 times a week, but a man needs variety and wives expect a little bit of respect. Damn these modern conventions. Whatever happened to the exceptionally pretty drugged out methhead fuckslut I lifted out of an Texas gutter and made respectable? Started watching Oprah and going to yoga. Should have just bought a breeding sow from my friends in Sinaloa. Could have kept it chained in the kitchen pantry. Sigh.
Oh well, that's what hotel rooms are for.
As I walked up to front desk where she was sitting, I noticed she looked a little down and thought to brighten her day by giving her a cheery "Good Morning Beautiful!"
It made me feel good to see that mouth immediately display a huge smile as she responded "Good Morning, Mr, Black uh...Sir!"
Now, I appreciate a woman who was raised to respect her superiors, so I decided to engage her in a little more conversation.
"Can you tell me darlin' where a man might get a good steak up here? I want to go out and have a nice dinner tonight and thought maybe you'd have an idea.".
She immediately blushed and said " Yes, Sir. There's a good place a couple of towns over. I can write out directions for you."
That damn mouth was so interesting to me, I decided to take a chance that this was just another of the hundreds of the
insecure females that populate the modern workforce and abuse my position just a little bit.
"Well, maybe I can just take you along and you can point out the way."
The look on her face was delightful.
"Really?" she asked with a blush and a hopeful look on her face.
"Sure, a girls got to eat. May as well eat well. I'll feed ya and you can tell me about what you do here. We'll call it a business dinner. Write down where I should pick you up and I'll be there about 7PM. Tell your husband you'll be late getting home."
As I walked away, I knew that I had made her Tuesday. I wondered if she'd decided to ditch the husband for dinner with one of the bosses.
Eh, what do I care if she's not a solid 10. Honestly, she's about a 6 but you can tell she thinks she's only a strong 3.
I'll have her eating out of dog bowl if she decides to accept my dinner invitation. At any rate. she'll do for a dinner date and it never hurts to have the admins on your side. I'm sure she would be gossiping and giggling with the other drones all afternoon.
Shortly before 5 PM, she showed up and stood quietly beside the desk I had claimed as my own. I noticed her, but intentionally made her wait, wondering how long she would stand there before interrupting my work.
After 6 minutes by the clock on my laptop, I was well pleased and turned to acknowledge her presence.
"Speak." I told her quietly.
"Excuse me please, Mr. Black. Here is the information you requested earlier today." she stated professionally as she handed me a sealed manila envelope.
"Thank you. You may return to your duties.", I replied turning away from her.
I heard her sharp intake of breath before she replied with a respectful "Yes, Sir."
"Hmmm, did little miss thickness get a bit more attractive with that demonstration of submissiveness?" I thought to myself.
After leaving the office at 5 and returning to the hotel in my rent car I spoke to the concierge on the way to my suite and told him I would need some extra towels and an extra keycard for my suite.
After a quick freshen up, I opened the envelope and read the hand written note inside with her address and her name. Christine.
Yeah, again imminently forgettable.
Hey, I admit it. I was only interested in that mouth. Well, not kissing it. Fucking it until it was a breathless sloppy wet hole for sure. But, really thats all. A mouth doesn't need a name. But thick thighs Christine might be able to ride a cock too. Hmmm. I made a note to give it try. See how long she could perform before she collapsed in a sweating quivering puddle of cunny slime and tears. Yes, that sounded like a nice way to spend an evening.
