He knocked softly on the door to her hotel room, his mouth tacky and dry with anticipation. It was hard for him to fathom what had brought him to this place. He'd seen her several times, always at far-flung conferences for their jobs in medical device sales. They schmoozed doctors, hospital executives, and everyone else, building their rolodex for later use. But their eyes always managed to find one another across the crowded conference hall or restaurant.
Over time, they found themselves seeking each other out at the hotel bars as the night wound down. Lingering longer and longer each time, even long after all the contacts valuable to their businesses had gone. It was during those times--tongues loosened with a bit of alcohol--that they would lapse into harmless flirting. Conference after conference passed for almost two years, and nothing more had happened. They'd always retire to their separate rooms at the end of the evening, him sometimes finding the front of his pants awfully tight as she brushed her soft fingertips along his arm as he stepped out of the elevator. Her devilish smile gave away that she knew exactly what she did to him.
But tonight was different. It was the last night of the mid-December conference; they were both scheduled to fly out the next morning. In fact, many of the attendees had caught evening flights out and were already on their way back to their own corners of the country. Until tonight, the conference had been like any other. Coy glances across the room. Late-night teasing and flirting at the bar. But this time, as he grabbed a quick bite at the bar, she'd come up beside him and slid a note conspicuously next to his plate. Nothing more. She breezed past, looking back just long enough to wink as she headed for the elevator bank.
He read the note and his breath caught in his throat: "My room - 30 minutes. 624." A half-hour never passed so slowly.
***
She opened the door and his mouth dropped. She was wearing a red negligee that was sheer and left very little to the imagination, save for the darker fabric covering her most precious parts. He could tell she was aroused. Her pert breasts heaved against the lingerie, her eyes fixed on his.
She spoke first: "I think we've both been waiting for this for a long time. Too long," she said.
He was on her in a flash. Hands cupping her breasts and ass, his tongue invaded her mouth as his cock strained against the front of his pants. She allowed force of his body pressing against her to guide her back to the bed, falling back onto it. Her blonde hair cascaded across the bedspread as his lips found her neck, kissing and sucking delicately. She moaned in response and snaked her hand down to yank his shirt out of the front of his thin slacks. She allowed her fingers to grasp his now-throbbing member, realizing immediately that he wasn't wearing any underwear. She could feel each ridge and vein straining against the front of his pants, threatening to bust through his belt. She squeezed and rubbed strategically, drawing gasps from him as his head was now buried in her breasts.
She pushed him away just long enough to flip her negligee off in one smooth motion, now totally nude in front of him. She sat on the edge of the bed, her pussy engorged and slick with her arousal.
"Wouldn't you like to taste me?," she asked.
"God yes," he responded, dropping to his knees and burying his face in her wetness. His tongue explored her folds. His lips grazed her clit before wrapping gently around it to provide a light suction. She threw her head back and groaned in pleasure. This wasn't going to take long. But she willed herself to hold on while he, sensing her ever-growing arousal, tried to bring her over. Finally, he began lashing the exposed nub of her clit with his tongue, flicking delightfully back and forth. She lost control, her hand grabbing a pillow to muffle her scream as an intense orgasm swept over her. Her pussy contracted over and over around his tongue, bathing him in her juices. He continued to gently play his tongue across her sensitive areas until the fullness of her orgasm had passed, coaxing every bit of additional pleasure he could from her body.
After she came back down to earth, he crawled up next to her and nestled into her side, holding her.
"That was incredible," he said, marveling at her beauty and only now realizing that he was still nearly fully clothed.
Her hand found the front of his pants again, this time finding a slight wet spot of pre-cum on the front.
"I think it's about time we get you out of these clothes," she winked.
It took almost no time for him to be naked in front of her, his raging hard on pointing desperately in her direction. He approached the bed with an animal lust, ready to mount her. But he was stopped by her firm, soft hands on his chest.
"I have a better idea," she said coyly. He groaned in mock frustration.
"It's hard to imagine a better idea than the one I have in mind," he teased, his cock not flagging at all.
"Well," she said, "we'll see about that. If there's one thing I can tell, it's that you like to be teased, and I like to tease you. Am I wrong?"
