Amy had lost track of how many hotels she had stayed in. She had to travel a lot for work, always alone, but it paid well. She never liked spending the evening alone in an anonymous room, so she typically found a corner in the hotel bar to indulge in some people watching. At 5' 6" and brunette, she was pretty, but not attractive enough to have to spend the evening fending off suitors trying to pick her up. If they had and were successful, they would have been pleased to find a toned body and generous D-cup breasts, but she was grateful to be left alone.
That was how Amy found herself in a hotel bar in Oxford, watching the world over a large glass of Merlot. She did enjoy people watching, trying to imagine the stories of the various groups in the bar. Tonight there was a couple in the far corner she had down as newlyweds. They were obviously infatuated with each other, but comfortable too, constantly touching and playing with each others hands. The bar could have burnt down around them and they probably wouldn't have noticed. A couple of tables along from them were a group of businessmen in suits raucously celebrating a big deal, the drinks were flowing and each toast was greeted by a cheer.
Out of the corner of her eye, Amy saw someone new enter the bar alone. Just over 6 feet tall, toned without looking ripped, he walked with an air of casual confidence. She had to admit he looked good in his suit, but she couldn't work out his story. Was he another business traveller, here tonight gone tomorrow?
Whoever he was, he settled at the bar next to the young man who seemed to have been stood up. His frequent checks of his watch and looking at the door every time there was movement giving him away. The stranger scanned the room as he waited to be served, taking everything in. His eyes seemed to pause on Amy for a moment causing her to look away. She didn't think she had been staring, but she was starting to doubt herself, there was something about him that just drew her attention.
When she looked back, the stranger was talking to the barman and ordering a couple of drinks. Maybe she had been wrong and he was meeting some lucky lady here. Did she really just think lucky? Amy mentally chastised herself and reminder herself she was just here to observe. She didn't need any complications at the moment.
Fate seemed to have other ideas though as the stranger made his way towards her, pint of beer in one hand, glass of red wine in the other.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked as he reached her table, placing the red wine in front of her.
"It depends," Amy replied, "Does the wine stay if you don't?"
"The wine can make it's own decision," the stranger laughed, "No strings. I just prefer to chat while I drink and you looked like you could be good company."
Amy introduced herself and indicated for him to sit down. The stranger introduced himself as Chris and said he was here for a business meeting. The conversation flowed easily as they chatted like old friends, sharing stories of work and growing up along with, Amy had to admit, a little flirting. There definitely seemed to be a mutual attraction there.
Eventually, the barman called time and Chris walked Amy to the lifts. When it arrived Amy stepped in first and went to the panel. Chris stepped behind her and placed his hand on her hip.
"My room's on the third floor," he whispered into her ear with the same casual confidence he displayed earlier. Amy's hand hesitated over the 6 button for her floor, before moving, seemingly of its own accord to press the 3. She couldn't believe what she was doing, this wasn't who she was, but there was something about Chris that made her feel safe and powerless at the same time. As others entered the lift, Amy stepped back still feeling Chris's hand on her hip, but now feeling his rising erection pressing into her butt cheek.
The lift reached the third floor and they stepped out together. Using his hand which still hadn't left her hip, Chris guided Amy to his room. As she stood outside it, nervous, yet excited, he leant in to use the key card, his now fully erect cock pressing harder into Amy's buttock. Opening the door, he let Amy step inside.
Letting the door slam shut behind him, Chris turned Amy and pulled her towards him. Leaning his head to one side, he kissed her lips tenderly, but firmly. Amy responded, wrapping her arms round his neck and the kisses became deeper and more passionate. Their bodies pressed against each other as they embraced, Amy's tits delightfully crushed between them, she could feel the heat emanating from his stiff cock.
Chris's hands explored Amy's body. Caressing her taut arse and running his hands up and down her side and back. Finding the zip of her dress he slowly pulled it down as they kissed, open mouthed.
Wanting to gather herself and get a little control back, Amy pushed herself away from Chris. She let her dress fall to the floor as she walked further into the room, revealing the black silk shift she had on underneath. She turned round and motioned for Chris to stay where he was.
Her whole body undulating and pulsing to music only she could hear, Amy turned slowly in a full circle. Hips still swaying, she looked Chris directly in the eye as she slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. With her arms above her head, body still undulating, a more sudden movement of her shoulders and the shift slipped down to her hips, revealing a dark green bra with gold trimmings. Her breasts were rising and falling as her breath deepened with her excitement. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she relaxed into the situation, anxious to explore his body.
A shake of the hips and her shift fell to the floor. Turning in a full circle, Amy gave Chris a full view of the matching lace panties sitting on her hips before plunging down to cover her neatly trimmed bush. A matching suspender belt held up a pair of sheer black stockings.
