Lana was up and dressed by the time I slid into my robe and stumbled towards the shower. The sun was barely up, but I pressed through the jet lag and got myself bathed and dressed.
A trip to check on the conference venue for the next day didn't take half the morning and we returned to the 'junior suite' with time to spare before lunch. Back in our temporary abode, Lana disappeared onto the bathroom and emerged wearing her 'robe'.
Fuck! She was hot!
Well two can play, I figured. I went into the bathroom and freshened up, emerging completely naked. "Ah! These robes are so comfy," I said, striding stark, stitch-ess naked to sit in the armchair across from her.
Lana took in my naked form and a naughty grin creased her cheeks, seeing that I was on board and in tune with whatever her kink was.
"See," she beamed, "I
told
you you'd like them!"
"They're sure roomy," I agreed, spreading my legs and cupping my balls in one hand. My semi-erect cock rode skyward against my wrist as I fondled my pleasantly aching balls. "A guy can really relax and stretch out in them."
"I'm sure that's relaxing," she said, her eyes locked on my stiffening cock. The heat of her unwavering gaze threw gasoline on the fire of my arousal and I quickly became pleasantly, achingly hard.
She had her phone in hand and glanced at it - maybe to read a new message or maybe just for conversational pause. I took the opportunity to check my phone and found enticing update alerts for my preferred porn source, a social networking app for like-minded enthusiasts. I opened the app and thumbed through the most recent naughty posts. This did nothing to calm my now pleasantly stiff cock.
"So I want to thank you for being such a good sport, Brad. I know you do a lot of business traveling, same as me, and I realize that you're probably as accustomed as I am to having your room to yourself. How do you usually wind down after work? What would you be doing right now if I weren't here?"
Given her frank and naughty confessions of the night before, I didn't think she'd be at all shocked by my honest answer, "My usual routine on the road? Back to the room, raid the minibar, order room service, half-ass finish up my work notes while I surf porn and wait for dinner."
"And then," Lana prompted.
"Well, as soon as the room service is delivered, that leaves me pretty much free to eat, drink, and be masturbatory," I said. She smiled.
"I masturbate a lot on the road too," she confessed. "I get so horny when I'm alone!"
She got pretty horny in company, too from what I'd seen.
"Sorry to cramp your routine this week," she said, her eyes darting to my cock. "Thanks again for being a good spot.
"I haven't felt cramped yet," I replied. I gripped my cock lightly and gave it a couple strokes, bringing up a thick dribble of precum. Her nostrils flared and she licked her lips. "So, I've got an idea," she said.
"Yes?"
"Let's order lunch," she suggested, then added, "...for starters," with a naughty half grin. I chuckled and tossed her the room service menu from the side table. I set my phone down without locking the screen and excused myself to go to the bathroom.
After a light but satisfying lunch accompanied by a shared bottle of better-than-decent wine, Lana rose, stretched provocatively and announced that she was ready for a long, hot shower and did I need to use the bathroom first because she tended to take really long showers.
I said I was fine, so she picked up her phone and went into the bathroom.
I relaxed on the couch and resumed scrolling through my porn feeds, stroking my cock idly. In just a fed minutes, a contact request came in from a user tagged hotLANtA_69. The profile pic was a set of boobs with big, perky, stiff nipples. They looked quite familiar.
I accepted. In moments, a message dot appeared in my chats section. It was from my new contact. I opened it.
Thanks for accepting my contact. I saw some of your posts in mutual groups and I really like your tastes.
My pleasure
, I responded.
I have some stuff on my wall but not a lot yet. I'm kind of new here.
I took a moment to thumb over to her profile and emoji each of the dozen naughty selfies she'd posted there. Then I went back to the chat.
Very nice
, I told her.
Thank You!
So where are you right now?
Atlanta
, I lied with reference to her handle.
You?
Montreal. Pretty far away...
