She walked out of the airport, still wearing her uniform. I didn't recognize the airline, but it didn't matter. She looked incredible. The dress was Navy Blue with a touch of royal blue. Buttoned the entire way down the front, and ended about 2 inches above her knees. She had on nylons and black heels that had two sexy little straps around the ankles. I don't know why those little straps are so sexy to me, but they are. She had black hair, dark eyes, and a dark, tanned complexion. She was one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. Her toned legs flexed with every step and I could already feel my cock twitching. She was 5'6" with the heels on and probably weighed about 125. She had gorgeous 34D breasts.
"Ben?" She asked as she opened the door.
"Yes. Andrea?" I responded. She nodded, and then I asked. "Do you want the trunk for your bag."
"No, thank you, it's small." She said as she set the bag on the floor and slid into the seat. She got settled and smiled at me. "Nice to meet you, Ben."
"Nice to meet you as well, Andrea." I put the car in drive and pull away from the curb. "The Marriot downtown, correct?" I ask over my shoulder.
"Yes, please." She says as she crosses her legs. The quick glance I get confirms that they are strong, sexy legs.
"Where did you fly in from?" I ask.
"Pittsburgh. I wasn't supposed to fly today, but someone got sick, so here I am." She smiles softly in the dim light. "I got to meet you though." Her eyes lock on mine in the mirror.
"That's a very good thing." I say in response and then turn my attention back to the road.
"Are you married, Ben?" She asks.
"Yes, I am. You?"
"I am." She answers, her head cocked slightly to the side as she gently bounces her one foot up and down.
"He's a lucky man." I say, smiling at her, as I steal a glance at her gorgeous legs.
"Thank you. Your wife is a very lucky woman, as well."
We ride in silence for a bit longer, the time passing quietly. There's not much traffic at this time of night.
"Do you ever get lonely traveling all the time?" I ask.
"Sometimes." She answers. "Luckily for me, my husband takes a, what he doesn't know, won't hurt him, approach to things."
"Is that so?" We lock eyes again in the mirror. "That must be nice for everyone?"
She smiles coyly. "It is. We both enjoy life, and so when we are apart, why not keep enjoying life?" She uncrosses her legs slowly and then crosses them again. I can't see much in the dim light, but her intent is clear.
"That sounds like an excellent way to do things." I say, catching her eyes again.
As we drive, I can see her typing on her phone. We ride in silence the rest of the way. When we pull into the hotel, I stop the car and turn to look at her. "It's been very nice meeting you, Andrea."
"You as well, Ben." She hands me a twenty dollar bill and looks into my eyes. "I'm in room 778. Will you be joining me?"
"Will you keep your uniform on?" I ask as we both hold onto the twenty.
She smiles. "If that's your desire, of course."
I smile and she lets go of the money. "30 minutes?" I ask.
She smiles as she opens the door. "Thank you for your discretion." She then slides out and grabs her bag. Turning back to me, she says loudly enough for anyone around to hear. "Thank you for the ride. Have a nice night." She then shuts the door and heads inside.
I sit and watch her go, admiring her ass and legs. I then take a breath and drive off to circle the block and then come back.
I go up the elevator after parking and get off on the 7th floor. I find her room and knock, taking a deep breath.
She opens the door and steps aside, letting me in. "30 minutes exactly. I appreciate a man who is on time."
I turn and face her as she shuts the door and locks it. She then leans against the door. I step to her, my hand going to her face, and I kiss her gently, exploring her lips with mine. She breathes in, and her tongue slips into my mouth. As the kiss deepens, I start to unbutton her dress. I soon have it open, revealing her gorgeous body to me. Her breasts are firm, her stomach toned, and her hips perfectly proportioned. Her bra and matching thong are black lace, and her nylons are sheer nude thigh highs. I kiss her neck as my hands cup her breasts, massaging them, teasing her nipples thru the lace with my thumbs.
She kisses me harder, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. It's exactly the kind of kissing that I love. Hard and passionate. I press my crotch against hers, my hard cock grinding into her mound. She moans, shifting her hips so that she can rub her pussy along my shaft as she wraps her one leg around my lower leg. Her moans echo in the small space by the door as I push harder against her with my hands, squeezing and pushing her tits together. It's hot, intense, and animalistic.
I reach between us, pull her g string to the side, and push my fingers into her soaking folds. I massage her clit hard and fast as she groans, pushing her back against the door and grinding her hips against my hand. I push two fingers into her and start fucking her love hole as I use my thumb to continue stimulating her clit. We stare into one another's eyes as her orgasm builds.
"Cum for me god damnit." I command, my voice low and forceful.
She groans, her head going back against the door. Suddenly I feel the flood of cum around my fingers as her body shakes and she cries out loudly.
"That's it. Scream for me. Fuck yes." I start thrusting faster and harder, the sloshing sounds of her cum soaked pussy filling the air. She digs her fingers into my shoulders and cums again.
"Jesus!!! FUCK!!!" She screams. Anyone on the floor can hear her for sure she's being so loud. I love it.
I move my hands to her shoulders and push her dress down till it's at her elbows, essentially pinning her arms to her sides. I then grab her by the shoulders, spin her so her back is to the room and I guide her to the bed and shove her hard so she lands in a heap. Her eyes light up and she spreads her legs.
"I love a man who takes charge."