I left her and went home, taking Samson with me. I would have liked a quick nap, but by the time I'd opened the mail, had a shower and a shave, glancing at the time resulted in me realizing I'd be hard pressed to get there by 6, which is when she said she'd be back to her room. By the time I got the key in an envelope she'd left at the front desk for me, which allowed me to get to the upper floors where the rooms were, it was 10 minutes after 6. I sent her a text that I was on my way up, and headed for the elevators.
I slowed and looked at the door key as I approached her room. It wasn't my room, but she'd given me a key. Was it proper etiquette to knock on a woman's door that is expecting you, or just use it and open it? I chose the latter.
The window drapes were open presenting a bright contrast to the relative darkness of the room even though we weren't facing the sun. Gloria was standing in front of the windows, silhouetted by the bright light outside. She turned as the door swung open, her arm coming up across her chest to hide her breasts, a sharp "eek" and she began to drop to hide behind the bed - at least until she saw it was me.
"Sorry, babe," I said as I stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind me, "I debated whether I should knock first..."
"It's ok," she said, straightening back up. Bending one leg, she put her hand on her hip in a sultry move. "I was expecting you, it's just that when it opened I had this panic rush of maybe it was maid service or someone else..."
She watched me as I walked across the room toward her. The bright light totally revealed the outline of her body beneath the gossamer nothing, but totally hid the front of her body in darkness. As I stepped forward, the rest of her body gradually became visible, becoming obvious the outer diaphanous nightie was the majority of what she was wearing. The bra that was underneath I recognized was the mere half bra that I liked so much; open cupped so that it lifted and displayed her breasts and nipples. As I stepped up to her it was readily evident that her nipples were hard and peeking over the top of the cups. The nightie barely extended below her crotch, that she had no panties beneath also becoming obvious as my eyes adjusted to the room.
"Oh My Goodness," I whispered as she slid into my arms. Her mouth turned up to mine and we kissed. I let my hands roam her body, fondling her bottom, the tops of her legs, rubbing her back before I slid them between us to cup her breasts and twiddle her nipples. "I do like this bra."
"I know you do," she cooed, her hand sliding onto the hardness in my pants. I took her shoulder and spun her around, pulling her back against me as my two hands slid in under the nightie and up to the bra and her bare breasts. Now facing the window again, where it appeared she'd been standing as I'd come into the room, I let my hands roam her body as I looked over her shoulder and out the window. The view from here, the 17th story of the hotel, was magnificent of the city, the bay, the mountains, as well as nearby hotels and buildings. I was sure the mirrored outer surface of the windows kept anyone from being able to see in, at least in the light of day, which was readily apparent from the street just by looking at the side of the building. But here, from the inside, the mirroring wasn't apparent and it felt like anyone should be able to see in. I didn't know how it responded at night, but with the sun still up I knew we were invisible although I wasn't sure whether Gloria realized that or not.
"My naughty naked lady standing in front of an open window..." I purred into her ear, kissing her neck as I did. That her penchant for exhibitionism seemed to be growing with each of our intermittent trysts had not been lost to me. "Do you suppose someone could see you?" I slipped my right hand from her breast down and across her belly, sliding still lower until my fingers found her heat - and wetness. "Oh my, my hot little show-off girlfriend would have liked that, wouldn't she?" I said as my finger stroked the wet softness of her cleft, finding and barely touching her clit. She shivered to my touch; not denying it, and not indicating I should stop.
"Do you suppose there is someone right over there, in that building, behind the windows?" I teased, acknowledging and teasing her exhibitionism. "Perhaps he's got a telescope... or binoculars... and is watching you right now? Seeing my nearly naked lady being molested by her lover? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Somebody watching you being naughty? Watching you showing off?" I gripped the lower edge of the nightie and drew it up, across her body, her arms lifting to let me take it off, leaving her dressed in just the half bra. "I'll bet he likes seeing you in this bra as much as I do, don't you?"
As hot and wet as I'd found her pussy, I knew she was already self-aroused and wanted more than just foreplay. Spinning around in my arms, she gripped my shirt and began to lift. I took it from her and continued to pull it off while her hands shifted to my belt and pants. With the belt loose, the zipper pulled fast and easy and she practically jerked my pants and underwear down. Dropping to her knees, her mouth found my cock even before her hands did. I flashed back momentarily to our first night in Key West, where she'd purposely waited until her daughter was watching before exposing me and sucking me off. "Uhm," I purred to her tongue caressing my cock, my hand reaching down to caress her hair, "I think my prudish lady friend is become quite the little slut, don't you? Sucking her lovers cock in front of her daughter, or in front of an open window... standing and displaying herself with a little see-through nothing, and then even taking that off so she's almost totally naked... sharing her lover with her daughter and sharing herself with her daughter... playing with other women, taking a coworkers virginity... quite the change from the woman who thought she 'might' be going for a walk on the wild side when we first met."
If anything, Gloria had gotten even more ravenous sucking my knob as I teased about her past escapades. With me having not had sex in almost three weeks, Gloria polishing me with her tonsils was almost too much. Glancing sideways I saw the easy chair, and gently holding Gloria's head, pulled away. I reached over and spun the chair around to face the window before reaching back to Gloria and lifting so she stood. I spun her around until she faced the chair and then pushed her forward over the chair back and stepped forward between her legs. I didn't even need to guide myself in place; hard as a rock from a lack of sex and Gloria's sucking, my cockhead found her pussy and with just a minimal of back and forth slipped right inside her velvety heat.
I almost always try to be a considerate lover, looking and listening to my ladies responses, trying to find the spot that turns the trick, the caress that brings the ultimate pleasure. Usually the slower the better, but sometimes, like this time, she wants it, and wants it hard and fast. I don't know how I knew, or perhaps I wanted the same, but pounding into her from behind with her bent forward over the chair, facing the open world beyond the window was exactly what she wanted. There was nothing gentle about my movements; this was hard, pounding, fucking. When my cock banged her cervix she twitched and tensed so I tried not to push so hard but, moments later, it happened again. There was no complaint from her. Despite the blow job that had me on edge before I slipped into her, she still came before I did. When I finally began to spasm I buried myself as deeply inside her as I could; just a slight pulling back and involuntarily shoving myself forward again. Both of us spent; moments later I pulled back, the jet lag and cum lag suddenly hitting me simultaneously. Usually after sex I like to relax, easily falling asleep at night, but this time it hit me like a ton of bricks. Gloria grabbed her crotch and headed to the restroom, I was asleep on the bed before she came back. It wasn't long, perhaps an hours nap, before Gloria woke me to tell me we were supposed to meet some of the others at her conference for dinner. It was all I needed; the short catnap had refreshed me enough.
Gloria headed immediately for a group that was standing and talking around stand-up tables in the lounge; we apparently being the last two to arrive. Introductions all around were essentially lost on me as I knew for the most part I'd have to ask their names every time I spoke to someone again. They meant nothing to me and there wasn't initially anything to allow me to connect a name with anything other than their face until I was introduced to Shirley. Everyone else was from different cities except for Shirley. A moderately tall blonde with a thin waist and largish breasts, she was a regional manager for their company, based in San Diego. A short "where do you live" conversation ensued, and with something to equate her with forever more I had Shirley's name locked in. It didn't hurt that she had a very nice body, appearing quite sexy without indicating that she was showing off or looking for something. The blouse of her pants suit had a nice u shaped upper, exposing the cleft between her breasts without being slutty; the pants and bottom (when I witnessed them later as she excused herself to visit the toilet) confirmed she had a moderately well-toned body everywhere. Although Gloria had been nearly naked when I'd arrived at her room, she'd insisted on returning to the same business-casual style of clothes that she'd worn all day for the conference to come down for this happy hour. She'd chosen wisely.
"So how did you meet Gloria?" a female voice asked from behind. Turning, I found Shirley standing behind me, a glass of white wine in hand. Gloria had momentarily left me, talking with several of her co-workers at another table.
"Seat mates on a plane actually," I said, carefully thinking about what I would or would not divulge about Gloria and me. Although I'm not a prude, I also don't believe that private lives need to be discussed with those that have no need to know. "We were on a flight together from Dallas to San Diego a couple of years ago, had a good conversation, and just kind of hit it off." Talking about and revealing my thoughts and desires was one thing, talking about my partner's thoughts or feelings was totally something else. The boundary sometimes blurred. To people like Janet, who knew I was having sex with Bug or with Gloria, I would definitely say more than I would to Shirley, a co-worker of Gloria's. Did Shirley know that I was Gloria's sexual partner, or that I was going to spend the night with her tonight, and probably send her to tomorrow's conference with a smile on her face? She probably assumed that I was, but I didn't know, so I didn't need to say.
"How about you? You've known her through work?" She nodded.
"I used to work in the same office with Gloria in Dallas, but then got promoted to the regional position, so moved to San Diego. I always had her pegged as a top achiever, but the last couple of years... she's really taken off - really blossomed." She paused for a moment, and then looked pointedly at me and said, "You didn't have something to do with that, did you?
Wary, I punted back to her. "I'm not sure exactly what you mean..."
"The Gloria that I knew when I worked with her was unhappily married, and despite her capabilities, it affected her work. And then she went through a miserable divorce and withdrew back into herself. Her work was nothing but ordinary. And then a while back something happened and ... well, her outlook on life changed, and her work performance did too. She's now considered one of our star performers - and I've never quite been able to identify who made the difference in her, at least I think not until now." She paused, obviously waiting for my answer. Something about this conversation, I understood exactly what it was that had made her advance in management; I had no doubt that she already had made the connection. I took a sip of my wine.
