As chance encounters go this just has to be one of the quickest of my life so I will tell it with the same rapidity.
As I came back into the hotel after aa late meal it was her crop top that caught my eye, ending just below a really rather well formed bust and then the bare flesh continued to the top of her tight jeans that did little to conceal her generous figure.
I guess she must have been ten years younger than I and represented about five foot ten of seriously sexy looking woman. I then recognised her as one of our delegation, many of whom were sitting round a table in the lounge having a night cap, or two, or three. The chair next to her was empty as she chatted to the rest of our bunch, so I sat down and ordered a beer.
The conversation was getting a bit raunchy, as it often does when lubricated with sufficient alcohol, when the stud through her naval caught my eye, almost inviting comment. I have always wondered about body piercing, all the whys and the wherefores, so casually I asked her if it hurt going in. I got a charming smile, a flash of brilliant white teeth and confirmation that,
"It hurt like fuck". Delighted with the frank response, the several beers I had had with dinner emboldened me.
"So why do it then?" She half turned towards me and gave me my first view of the rest of her figure, particularly her generous breasts. She touched the stud as she replied.
"Because I think it looks attractive, draws attention to my figure and makes me feel sexy. "
"Well it certainly looks sexy."
"That may well be but it's not working." A hint of regret in her tone.
"What on earth do you mean not working?"
"Well my husband refuses to kiss it."
Husband? Sexy lady? Stud in her navel? Before I could stop my mouth from moving and long before I could engage my brain I had said.
"I think he's mad. Why on earth would he refuse?" And before I knew it, I had volunteered to kiss it, well where's the harm. A little more banter with lots of sexual innuendo followed but after a while she got up and started to walk away.
Another interesting encounter ending, I thought as I let my eyes follow her tightly encased bum recede. Then she turned around, and caught my eye, she must have known that I would be checking out her shapely bottom. She jerked her head invitingly towards the lifts. Was this really happening? I got up and joined her. The lift ascended as she toyed with her stud and we made our way to her room.
It was a tip, underwear strewn all over the place and discarded clothes littered the floor. After several beers I had to excuse myself and when I returned from the bathroom she was spread out on the bed, naked.
I think it was obvious to both f us that this was going to get sexual but no preliminaries? No foreplay? Just kit off, chucked anywhere, and naked on the bed. I had to admire her confidence not to mention her naked form.
Her boobs, that had looked so taught under the crop top, were lying on her chest now that they lacked the support of her bra. Nice boobs, generously sized and inviting. My gaze ran down her torso to the naval stud that had started the whole encounter. I leaned over onto the bed and kissed her mouth.
It was soft, warm and inviting and her tongue reacted with vigour. We snogged for a while and then I made my way south. The soft boobs yielded to my touch but were warm and pliable, the nipples also soft, stiffened slightly as my tongue passed over them. Well what are we here for?
I made my way south again towards her naval and the stud. I started to lick it and nibble at her soft, full, belly when I felt a hand gently pressing on my head.
How naive can you get? How drunk do you have to be to not understand? The stud was just a euphemism! It suddenly dawned, her hubby didn't do oral and so that's what I had been invited here for.
