This starts off as a more traditional pair encounter and evolves into more from there. There's a clear break when the action changes premises.
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Jason rubbed his hands on his slacks as the elevator ascended. He wanted to think the heat and the sweat were from the medication; ED drugs did effect blood pressure. But he knew it was nerves. He had a lot invested in this. Starting with the building they were in; cheap hotels didn't have carpeted elevators, brass railings, or rose-tinted mirrors on the walls of the car.
He exited and made his way down the hall. At this level the doors were spaced slightly farther apart because all the rooms were suites, including the one he had. He found the appropriate door, took a deep breath, and lifted his wallet to the door. The lock beeped, detecting the room key card inside, and something clicked. He put his hand on the door and turned the handle, but still hesitated to push it.
The decision was made for him when the door pulled open out of his hand.
A woman stood there, and she was exactly as he expected. Her East Asian heritage was plain on her face, and she had wide brown eyes with muted blue shadow on the lids. Her bright smile was framed with lavender lipstick. She wore a cheongsam dress, or basically the exact dress most Americans think of if you say "oriental dress." Hers was sapphire blue with the shiny silk-like texture, with off white flowers and vines embroidered on it. It hugged her body all the way to her ass, outlining the thin stomach, the large breasts, and the curvaceous hips. Below that the dress wasn't as tight, but due to the slits in the side rather than the wearer. She took his hand and pulled him into the room, letting her ass sway and flaring the dress out so her legs flashed even though he was behind her. She pulled him into the "living room" of the suite and offered him a glass of wine she'd already poured, along with one she'd gotten herself.
"Hi Jason. I'm Jasmine," she said smiling.
Jason almost laughed at the cliché name, then stopped himself because he thought it would be rude. Then he thought he'd taken too long to introduce himself. Embarrassed, he looked down at the glass in his hand. For some reason, he settled on saying, "I..uh...I don't drink."
"Tonight you do," the woman said. She came up very close to him. He was slightly taller than her, but she was able to tilt her head up and whisper in his ear, "You're tense in all the wrong places. The wine helps me move the tension where it should be."
She grasped his hand around the wine glass and helped hip lift it to his lips and drink. Once he drank on his own, she pulled her hand away, caressing his arm on the way down and finishing with a light brush across his groin. In any other situation, it could have been an accident. Combined with her whispering, it was enough to send a spike through his thickening cock. She bent over to grab the wine bottle, and her knees stayed locked. The dress pulled across the top of her ass, outlining the heart-shape it made and suggesting there probably wasn't a thing between the dress and her skin down there. Bottle in one hand, drink in the other, she walked toward one of the bedrooms, stopping at the threshold and giving Jason the classic over-the-shoulder stare of a woman telling a man "If I have to explain what's going on here, I'm closing this door behind me."
Jason tried to keep his pace measured and not scurry over to the door, but he wasn't sure if he succeeded.
Inside the bedroom the woman got a bit more assertive. She set the bottle down and drained her glass, putting it down with finality. She walked up and pulled his head to hers in a hard kiss. It caught him off guard and he hesitated, but soon returned it. It started with their mouths closed, but he felt her tongue probe. He opened his mouth to accept it and when she opened hers there was a flood of flavor. She'd kept the wine in her mouth and it sloshed into Jasons. Of course not all of it made it and some dribbled down his chin to his chest. She used the incident as an excuse to move down from his mouth, kissing and licking wherever the wine had made a trail. She moved down his neck to his collarbone, opening the few buttons on his polo shirt to give herself more room to work. Jason found himself leaning against the door, breathing heavily. He put his hands on her shoulders.
"This um...this is moving kind of fast," he said.
Her hand gripped his nearly iron-hard cock, "You seem to be keeping up."
"Do...um...don't we need to talk first?" he asked.
"No," she said, coming back up and kissing near the top of his neck. She whispered in his ear again, "We both know what's happening here, and if you start talking you're going to get in your own head and ruin this for yourself. Nobody wants that."
She captured his mouth for another deep kiss. Jason felt like her tongue was trying to scrape out his stomach; he'd never been kissed by a woman that used her tongue as deep or aggressively. After he had to come up for breath, he started to say something but she put her finger over his mouth and said, "Here's some free advice for now and any other time you're with a woman; assume she's the smartest one in the room. You should ask questions, but don't doubt her answers. You can make requests, even demands; a lot of girls are into that. But if she shuts them down assume she knows what she's talking about. It'll make things smoother. I told you we're not talking. Now go sit on the bed."
Jason followed directions and sat. He looked up at her and she stared right back at him. Without looking away, she quickly undid some fastenings and let the top of the dress fall open. Her breasts were magnificent. Large and round, the edges pushed past her thin torso, and they were almost big enough to touch each other without support. The nipples were dark and plump, with modest areolae around them, crinkled now as the thumb-sized nipples pointed out. She walked forward and they swayed and bounced slightly, dragging the focus of his eyes from hers. By the time she reached him his hands were already up, anticipating the opportunity to grasp the wonderful orbs. She pushed her legs between his knees, spreading his legs out. Despite her offering, Jason still hestitated.
"Do it," she said, "they're yours to play with."
Despite his urges he managed to move slow, caressing the large mammaries before cupping them. His hands were nowhere near large enough to cover them; if she wasn't at least a double-D he'd be shocked, and thought it more likely she was up in the E or even F range, with remarkable perkiness. He couldn't resist squeezing them. They seemed a bit firmer than he expected, but the pliable flesh still seeped between his fingers as he buried his hands in them. Cupping turned to kneading and Jasmine giggled a bit at the almost boyish wonder Jason seemed to have at her breasts. Then his mouth got involved and Jasmine's giggles had some added moans and quiet gasps. He focused mostly on her distended nipples, but Jasmine didn't stop him. In fact, she arched her back and held him, pushing her breast harder against his head. After a bit, she switched him to the other breast, his hand sliding up and kneading the slick nipple while his mouth teased, sucked, and nibbled on the other.
