Wrong Room

I pulled the key card from my pocket and held it up to the tap reader on the door handle. A second later I heard the click inside, and the little green light come on and grabbed the handle and turned it. Once inside the spacious hotel room I dropped my laptop bag on the desk and my suitcase on the end of the bed. It had been a long day of boring conferences combined with a mandatory dinner/award ceremony afterwards that was supposed to "build comradery." While it wasn't awful, and the food was good in my book it was a bit much after nearly 11 hours of meetings all day.

I kicked my shoes off and hopped onto the bed grabbing the tv remote as I did. I cut the tv on and started channel surfing. I was greeted with the typical hotel channel package which was basically equal to basic cable. After almost mindlessly flipping through the channels I put it on NatGeo, my default channel to watch/listen to if nothing else good presents itself. I sunk into the mattress which was huge and quite plush and shut my eyes and just listened to the narrator's low voice on the tv talk about the wildlife in central Africa.

I wasn't asleep but I was quite relaxed especially after having a couple of cocktails during the dinner ceremony. I knew I should probably take a shower and review the materials for the next day's meetings but for the moment I was content to listen to the narrators low soothing voice talk about tigers. As I listed to the tv I suddenly heard the click of the door handle again. As I sat up a little and opened my eyes, I saw my teammate Megan emerge from the hallway that held the bathroom.

Megan hit the corner and upon seeing me sprawled on the bed jolted and her eyes grew wide as her mouth formed an "O" of surprise.

"Oh!" she said and jumped back slightly. "I didn't realize I'd have a roommate. Hi Ben." she said looking awkward.

I sat up fully as I said, "I think there's been a mix up. Maybe we should call the desk."

"Yeah, you might be right." Megan said. I stood up and grabbed picked up the phone and called the front desk. After explaining the situation to them the response I got back wasn't the one I wanted to hear. I hung the phone up and turned to look at Megan who was eyeing me with curiosity. She must have picked up on my discomfort because she asked, "What did they say?"

"Unfortunately, there aren't any more rooms in the hotel." I told her. "Best they could maybe do is get us an extra roll away bed."

Megan looked at the large king-sized bed next to us and said, "Oh I don't think we need to do that. We're both grown people and I think we can behave." Maybe it was just me, but she seemed to say that with an odd glint in her eye. Must have been the alcohol in my system. And honestly if there was anyone, I worked with that I would choose to have this happen with it was Megan. I got along with her better than anyone else on the staff. I wouldn't necessarily say we were friends but were definitely more than just colleagues if that makes any sense.

Then, as if the situation wasn't awkward enough, she quickly added, "I promise I don't bite...most of the time." Where in the world did that come from. She then dropped her bags on the floor and like I had been before she came in and sprawled out on the bed. It was interesting to see her in a more relaxed state than I usually did. Her brown slightly curly hair seemed to spread itself out as she spread her arms out in like a snow angel pose.

"Wow this bed is comfy." she said grinning.

"You going to save me some room there?" I asked playfully figuring I'd follow her lead and try to see some humor in the situation. My insolence got a pillow thrown at me. I couldn't help but laugh before saying, "Fine you can have the bed for now. I need to take a shower anyway."

I then grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth and undressed, I wondered what was happening between Megan and I. Yes, we had always gotten along and weren't afraid to kid and tease one another now and then, what just happened between us seemed to take that a bit further. The image of her sprawled out on the bed arms and legs wide, hair spread out stuck in my mind as I took a shower.

I came out of the bathroom in my long nightshirt and found Megan in a much more suitable position on the bed if we were going to be sharing it that night. She was on one side propped up against the pillows against the headboard. She had changed from her blouse and slacks into a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. She had the remote in her hand and was scrolling through the channel guide. She sees me come in and starts laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"What is that you are wearing?" she asked almost incredulously.

"You've never seen a men's nightshirt?" I asked.

"Only in movies that take place in the 18th century." Megan said still chuckling.

"Hey, don't judge me!" I said. "These are very comfortable to sleep in.

"If you say so George Washington." she said hopping off the bed. "My turn to take a shower." she said scampering into the bathroom. What was that? I ask myself again as I sit down on the opposite side of the bed and pick up the remote and turn it back to NatGeo.

About 30 minutes later Megan emerges from the bathroom with damp hair and smelling of coconuts and shea butter. She walks over to my side of the bed and without saying a word tosses a white bundle at me.

"You left these in the bathroom." she says with a smirk. I realized then that she had thrown my discarded briefs in my lap. While I felt a stab of embarrassment, I hid it by smirking at her and throwing the undies back at her.

She squealed a bit as the undies hit her in the chest. She grabbed them before they fell and threw them back at me saying, "Don't throw your dirty skivvies at me."

I picked up the briefs and stretched the elastic with my hands and said, "And what if I do?"

She gave me a firm stare and said, "Then you won't be getting any sleep tonight." I figured I'd better quit while I was ahead and tossed my undies into my bag nearby on the floor. I couldn't help but realize that the whole episode had me a little turned on. That firm gaze she had given me sent a thrill down my body.

Megan strolled over to the other side of the bed and crawled under the covers. As she grabbed the remote and began scrolling through the channel guide again, I decided to go ahead and read the material for the next day's meetings. I got up and moved over to the desk and pulled my computer out of my backpack.

"What are you doing?" I heard Megan ask as I got my computer turned on.

"I'm going to read over the material for tomorrow." I told her as I got my emails pulled up and found the appropriate files.

I hear her scoff a little and say, "Of course you are."

I turn and see her watching me with a with an almost mocking expression on her face. "What?" I ask.

"Don't you ever relax?" she asked.

"When I can." I answer. "But even with these boring ass meetings I like to be prepared. To not would be a bad mark as a supervisor."

"I get your dedication, but it wouldn't kill you to relax a bit." she said. "You often look tired and careworn even when there's not a lot going on." I couldn't help but be surprised a bit at her observations. She wasn't really wrong in what she had said and apparently, I wasn't as good at hiding it as I thought I was.

I turned back to my computer and was surprised a few seconds later to feel her arms snake around my shoulders. "Ok you win Mr. Workaholic, what have we got to look forward to in the morning."

"You don't have to look at this with me." I tell her trying to hide the surprise and the odd feeling that followed as she put her arms around me.

"No, you're right I'd rather be prepared too." she said leaning down and putting her head next to mine to see the monitor. Then she said, "If I go over this with you for a bit will you watch a movie with me before bed?"

When I didn't answer right away, she said, "Oh come on that's fair. You really need to relax a bit, Ben. You'll feel better." Something about the way she said it melted me a bit or maybe the way she had started rubbing my upper back that had me agreeing.

About a half hour later we had read through all of the material, and I had barely finished reading the last sentence of the material when Megan reached around and shut my laptop. "Ok we've read the material, now it's time to do what I want." She then stands up and grabs my arm and I allow her to lift me out of the chair. Once on my feet I move over to my side of the bed as she climbs in on her side and picks up the remote and starts scrolling through the channel guide.

She found a movie playing on the Lifetime channel and put it on. Thankfully it wasn't a romantic drama but instead a crime thriller about trying to catch a serial killer, so it was something I could get into. Little was said over the next hour and a half as we both watched the movie. As the movie ended, I looked over and saw that Megan had fallen asleep. Luckily, she was under the covers and laying on the pillows so she was already in bed. It was after 11 at that point so I cut the tv off and the lights and curled up to go to sleep.

Despite my fatigue it took some time to fall asleep, no doubt due to the unusual sleeping arrangements. After finally dozing off I woke up a few hours later finding myself in an odd predicament. I needed to take a leak but found myself pinned to the mattress by Megan who had somehow rolled over to my side of the bed and was now using my body as a pillow. Her head was on my chest with her arm over her head stretching past my head. Her hair was sprawled everywhere. I wondered how in the world I slept through her rolling over onto me like that but the pressure in my bladder wouldn't let me think too much about that.

I didn't want to wake her up, but at the same time I had to do something because I really needed to pee. I gently poked her shoulder a couple of times and said her name. She was clearly a deep sleeper because this got no response. I then did the only thing left to do. I grabbed her arm that was over her head and moved it from next to my head. I then gently grabbed her shoulders and slowly turned he over onto her back next to me. She was still asleep as I threw the covers off of me and headed to the bathroom to relieve myself. As I relieved myself, I wondered how in the world she had ended up sleeping on top of me and how in the world I didn't wake up to it. I wondered if she even knew what she had done.

After emptying my bladder, I went back into the bedroom and saw that she had rolled over a bit and was now laying on her left side. A strand of her hair was covering her face and as I crawled back under the covers, I couldn't help but take my hand and push it out of her face. After pushing her hair out of her face, I rolled onto my back ready to try to go back to sleep when I heard her say, "Don't stop."

I looked right and saw her eyes open looking at me with a look I'd never seen from her before. A combination of affection and arousal was the best way to describe the way she was looking at me. "Please don't stop." she said in a soft almost pouty like voice that sent a shiver through my body. She then grabbed my hand that was laying on my chest and pulled it over to her. She kissed each of my fingertips before nuzzling the back of my hand with her cheek. "Mmm." she moaned as she nuzzled my hand. "Your hands feel so good on me." she cooed and even in the dark room I could tell she was getting aroused.

I couldn't believe what was happening. I knew Megan was a pretty girl, I mean you'd have to be blind not to, but I had never thought of her in a sexual way before. And here she was kissing my fingers and nuzzling my hand with her cheek. In spite of her clear desire, I still felt the need to at least try to be proper about it. "Megan, you know we shouldn't be doing this."

"Don't tell me that." she said clearly getting more worked up. "I don't care that you're a supervisor. I've wanted you for a long time and this is the perfect opportunity to act on my desires." Still holding my hand, she moved it down over her neck and over her shoulder and down the side of her body. "Mmmm." she moaned again as she guided my hand over herself. Her breathing was getting harder and harder by the second and after running my hand over her upper body a few times she was panting.

By this point I was getting turned on myself and despite the fact that there were propriety issues with what we were doing I had an attractive woman in my bed panting with desire for me and I wasn't fool enough to ignore it. After the second time of letting her guide my hand over her body I rolled over closer to her and propped myself up with my other arm and started rubbing her body myself. Her body seemed to melt under my hand as I rubbed circles over her stomach before moving up to her breasts. I cupped one of her breasts and ran my hand over it before moving up and running my fingers over her nipple and giving it a teasing pinch. Her reaction was guttural even though I was only fondling her through her t-shirt.

"Oh fuck!" she said in a throaty voice. as I moved to fondle her other breast.

"Is this what you wanted when you said don't stop?!" I asked in a low voice.

"Oh god yes!" she panted with her whole body moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath and trembled with desire. "I've wanted your hands on me since you put your hand on my shoulder in the breakroom last year." Thoughts quickly flashed through my mind. She had wanted me for over a year? Was I that dense? I guess so, but there was no undoing that now.

I rolled over fully now directly over top of her propping myself up on my hands as I gazed down at her in her worked-up state. She was writhing with what had to be a massive amount of pent-up desire and arousal. Down below she was clenching her thighs together. I leaned down just inches over her face. I could feel her hot breath hitting my face. Her eyes were as wide open as they could get, and her pupils were dilated. As I got close to her, she reached up and grabbed the front of my nightshirt with both hands and pulled me in and said, "Kiss me already you bastard."

As she pulled my shirt our lips crashed into each other's. Neither one of us needed further encouragement as we began kissing fast and furious. The hot and heavy make out session ended only when we had to stop for breath. Megan was panting again as I reached up and cupped her face with my hand before dipping down and tenderly kissing her again. I could feel her trembling under my touch again. After a few more slow tender kisses she broke contact and looked up at me her eyes big again.

"Ben please!" she said breathily and starting to writhe again with desire. "My pussy is on fire!"

I grinned at her and moved a hand down to her waist. I gently slipped my fingers below the waistband of her sweatpants. I quickly found the top of her panties and dropped my hand lower (outside her panties) and found the gusset. And it was wet! And not just wet but practically dripping wet! She wasn't kidding when she said her pussy was on fire. I pressed my finger into the sopping wet cotton gusset and her breath hitched. She squeezed her thighs around my hand as she looked up at me and said,

"Enough! I want you and I want you now!"

Her hands reached around me and threw the cumbersome covers off of us and I relished the cool air hitting me not even knowing I was hot during our fooling around. She then pushed me off of her and sat up and pulled the baggy t-shirt off of her head and tossed it to the side. Her sweats and dripping panties came in one swoop and within seconds I was looking at a gorgeous naked woman who wanted me! She looked back at me giving me a firm stare.

"I'm glad you're enjoying the view but if you're not inside me soon we're going to have a problem." She was on me in a flash pushing her hands underneath the bottom hem of my long nightshirt. "Get this 18th century thing off! I want to see your body." I sat up and allowed her to pull the nightshirt over my head and toss it out of the way leaving me in nothing but my briefs.

"Holy shit!" she said as she eyed my hardon creating a massive tent in my briefs. Funnily enough I hadn't even noticed just how hard I was until she noticed it. Only then did I realize that my undies were incredibly tight from messing around with her. She then quickly hooked her fingers into the waistband of my undies and yanked them down and tossed them to join the rest of our scattered night clothes.

From there it turned into a wrestling match for domination with each of us taking turns being on top fucking the other. When the person on the bottom got tired of being submissive, they would wrestle the other onto their back and take over. We ended up rolling around the entire bed at one point nearly rolling off the foot before wrestling each other back to the head. We were making so much noise at one point that I hoped in my mind that the wall was thick or at least the people next door weren't part of our business group.

After bringing her to her fourth orgasm we were taking a bit of a break when she suddenly rolled onto me and started riding me again. My ramrod hard cock hadn't let me down the whole time as she seemed to enjoy every second of it in her. By this time though I was definitely ready for some relief. Soon after she started riding me again, I felt my cock start to throb out of control and my balls start to pull in and I knew I was close.

"Meg!" I said breathily as she rode me harder. "I'm not going to last much longer." If she heard me, she gave no indication except to ride me harder. My cock swelled in her and I watched as she bit her lower lip in pleasure and contorted her face. I felt her pussy start to tighten around me for the fifth time and I knew what was coming. She let out another cry as her fifth orgasm crashed through her. Feeling her pussy clamp down on my cock along hearing and seeing her in the throes of pleasure sent me over the edge. "I'm cumming!" I cried as my cock exploded inside her pussy. Again, if she heard me, she gave no indication but just kept riding my cock until it stopped pulsing which took some time.

As she slowly calmed down from her orgasm, she slowly got off of me and quickly rolled over onto the bed next to me. I rolled over again and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face before leaning over her and kissing her. She rolled back on top of me not entirely unlike she had been earlier when I originally woke up. We kissed a couple more times before she laid her head down on my chest. I reached over and pulled the top sheet over us before wrapping my arms around her. She gave a contented moan as I held her tight and kissed the top of her head. Her heavy breathing soon slowed, and I could tell she had fallen asleep. Some conversations would have to be had at some point soon, but at that moment I decided to just be happy about what we had just shared.