Note: I am aware that the characters in this story are lacking in description - this is deliberate, hopefully making it easier for the reader to imagine himself/herself in their place. And I am away that my shying away from crude terms might be amusing to some - I hope it does not detract from your enjoyment of the story.
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I was at the bar of the conference centre, killing time. It was maybe 9 p.m., and I was just hanging around rather than go back to my lonely hotel room.
I couldn't help but steal glances at the lady sat next to me. Dressed in a business-like skirt and jacket, she projected an aura of authority from the tips of her high-heeled boots to the tightly coiled bun of her hair.
She caught me looking, and smiled. We started to chat, and as the time passed, she became more and more suggestive, leaning forward and smiling sexily.
I looked at the ring on my hand, a sign of several year of happy marriage, and decided I had better make my excuses and leave before this went any further. Catching the attention of one of the bar-staff, I charged my drinks to my room and slipped away apologetically.
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Tomorrow I would have to be up and away early, so I decided I should shower before bed instead of in the morning. After the shower, I towelled off and slipped on a white hotel bathrobe. My head was filled with plans for the next day's lectures, and I really was miles away. That probably explains why I didn't stop to think when there was a gentle knock at the door. Even though there was no reason for anybody to be dropping by my room. My mind overflowing with other things, my body was on full autopilot as I opened the door.
There she stood the lady from the bar. She put a hand on my chest and marched me back into the room and gently pushed the door closed with her foot.
"I overheard your room-number when you paid for your drinks..." she said, with a predatory smile, slipping her hand around the back of my head. I started to protest but she pulled my head down for a kiss and as her tongue darted sexily into my mouth I was lost, and returned her kiss, and passionate embrace, enthusiastically.
With a husky chuckle, she pushed me backward onto the bed, sitting me down. She sat down beside me and kissed me again, her lips smothering mine as her hand snaked into the open front of my bathrobe and coiled around my rapidly hardening member.
"Mmm, just the right size..." she murmured, sliding of the bed and onto her knees. She pulled the bathrobe open and flicked her tongue over the tip of my hard member, then grasped the base of my shaft firmly with one hand and slipped her lips over the top.
The sensation was incredible as she used her lips and tongue on me. She stopped briefly to peel off her jacket, revealing a tight navy-blue blouse that, from my vantage point, was showing a fair amount of cleavage. Then she resumed her efforts, adding low moans to her activities, low enough to send a tingle right through my straining shaft.
She kept going, pausing briefly every now and then to pop open another button on her blouse, until her high breasts in her smooth black bra were revealed. Soon it was obvious that I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer, and she increased her pace, sucking hard until I cried out and shot my load into her willing mouth.