I was on a business trip, staying in a hotel, and I went the bar for a drink. I was sipping my beer when my eyes met those of an attractive woman my age, late twenties. She was dressed in heels, stockings, blouse, and a pin striped business jacket and skirt. I smiled and to my surprise and delight she immediately got up and came over to sit next to me. I had already had the feeling that I recognised her from somewhere. She sat down and said
"You're James, aren't you? James Robinson who went to === School?"
"Yes..." I felt I ought to have recognised her, but it had been 12 years since I had left at the age of 14.
"... Rachel?"
"Yes, you remembered!"
"So what's happened to you in the last 12 years? You were a skinny thing in those days! And now..." My voice tailed off in admiration.
"And now?" Rachel enquired, with a smile, inviting me to complete my sentence.
"And now you have a gorgeous figure."
"And you look pretty fit yourself." Rachel replied. There was a pause. And then we said simultaneously:
"And are you single?"
We both giggled, paused and said "Yes" at the same time. I think we both knew then how the evening was going to end up. Rachel suggested we move to an alcove table - "more private than sitting at the bar".
We talked about what we'd been doing in the intervening years - stuff about university and careers and ex-girlfriends and ex-boyfriends. We were joking and flirting with each other, but at one point it seemed we both went quiet. Then Rachel said:
"What are you thinking about?"
"Would you believe me if I said 'World Peace'?"
"No, I wouldn't believe you! Tell me what it really was."
"I was wondering what you taste like."
Rachel replied by leaning over the table and kissing me on the lips. "How did that taste?"
"It tasted very good, but it wasn't what I had in mind..."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really, but a little lower...?"
"Good, I was hoping you'd say that! So now we have established what both of us are thinking about - so you like it?"
"Love it. Do you?"
"Every girl likes it, and some really like it. Some of us even prefer it to anything else - and that's me. What kind of man are you?"
"Well there are some men who don't ever, some who will do it if they think they ought to and some who quite like it. And then there are some like me who can't think of anything they'd rather do."
"This is working out better than I thought! Are you any good at it?"
"Well, I don't get as much practice as I would like... But I'm told I'm pretty good."
"Good enough to make me come?"
"I bet I could make you come 10 times!", I boasted, in jest.
Rachel's eyes shone with excitement. She paused, smiling, then said, slowly:
"I would be delighted to take you up on your bet."
"What? My bet?"
"Why, yes! 'I bet I could make you come 10 times', you said. Surely you're not going to welsh on your bet?"
"Oh. I hadn't thought of it like that - but, wow, I'm going to enjoy this bet. Err, what happens if I win? Or you win?"
"Let's talk about that later - I'm sure we can work something out. I want your tongue now!"
With that she stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the table. I didn't have time to finish my drink, but followed Rachel upstairs as fast as I could.
"My place", Rachel stated. "Room 343."
She kissed me passionately in the lift, using her tongue and giving my buttocks a good squeeze. We were there very soon; she pulled me along the corridor and dragged me into her room. She shut the door and turned to face me.
"So! Why don't you have your way with me? I know what you want to do, and I'm yours to enjoy."
I don't think have ever been so aroused, so excited, so much anticipation of what was about to happen. I knelt down in front of Rachel, and stroked her shapely buttocks. I slowly unzipped the zip on her skirt and let it fall to to the floor. What a sight met my eyes! The full length of her lovely legs was revealed with her stockings held up by an elegant garter belt, and a delightfully skimpy pair of black panties. I pushed her onto her back on the bed, leaving her skirt on the floor, raised her legs and rolled her panties up her legs and off. This revealed the most beautiful, enticing, clean shaven pussy I had ever seen.
"Do you like what you see? Is it to your taste?" Rachel smiled as I gazed at her mouthwatering pussy.
I knelt down before her ready to worship and adore her irresistible pussylips. I pushed her legs a little wider and in response she put her feet over my shoulder and pulled me closer. I gave a long, slow lick finishing with a flick of my tongue on her clit.
"Mmm, more." she murmured.
I gave her two more licks, and then I had to stop teasing her. I needed to touch her constantly; I wanted to suck all her juices out. I used my thumbs to spread her labia and started licking her slowly, my tongue never breaking contact with her pussy. Rachel's gasps grew louder and more frequent and she started running her hands through my hair as my pussylicking became more rapid. It became more and more intense until finally the dam burst and Rachel's orgasm broke free. She breathed a grateful thank you and said "Mmm, that was fantastic, I hope you're not tired?"
I wiped her juices and my saliva off my chin with the back of my hand, smiled at her and, without saying a word, went back to eating her pussy some more. I clamped my tongue to her pussy and went slowly up and down, with broad strokes of my tongue. Very quickly Rachel was gasping again and putting her hands on the back of my head to keep me where she wanted me. By now, she was really aroused and her clit had become more swollen. I licked it at first but soon wanted more taking the tip of her clit in my mouth and sucking at it. I started slowly at first but built up speed until I was sucking as fast as I could. Rachel's gasps caught up with the intensity of my sucking and became louder and louder, overtaking me to tremendous moan.
"God, that was good, that's twice already!"
I pulled back to meet Rachel's happy gaze.
"So how do you want me now? Same again or somewhere different?"
I took her by the hand and led her to the armchair on the other side of the room. Understanding immediately what I wanted she sat back and spread herself wide with a leg over each arm of the chair. Her delicious pussy was so inviting - and I knelt once more before her to feast on her tasty juices. This time I really wanted to get my tongue inside her. I spread her lips, opened my mouth and ate as much of her pussy as I could manage in one mouthful. I sucked away for some time before pushing my tongue right inside her, as far as I could manage. She had enjoyed my mouth on her pussy, but my tongue as well was enough to get her well on the way to her third orgasm. I raised the pace of my tongue-fucking, and her climax was approaching fast. As she came she almost convulsed in her chair, her legs came off the arms of the chair and almost crushed my ears. Finally her convulsions subsided and she sighed deeply with satisfaction.
"Stand up" Rachel requested. When I did so she started unbuttoning my shirt and began talking to me in a very sexy voice. "Now you have been very good to me already and it is about time I did something for you. " She had removed my shirt by now and was starting to unbuckle my belt and remove my trousers. "I want to see that cock of yours. You must be pretty stiff by now and I want it in my hand. There! That's quite something isn't it!"
At last she had me naked, erect and my cock was just at the right level for her. She reached underneath and started lightly massaging my balls with one hand. With the other hand she very gently moved up and down the shaft - not very far, but enough to keep my foreskin clearly below the head of my cock. Lastly she started licking - just little licks as if she was painting it with her saliva. She carried on talking dirty to me in between licks.