I was feeling incredibly lonely and sorry for myself. Halloween had always been a special day for us and facing the night alone, fielding kids in their costumes dressed as heroes and horrors ringing my bell in their quest for treats was not going to fill the hole in my heart Lizzy's untimely departure had left. She was the love of my life, irreplaceable, truly a unique woman, entrancing and liberating. I've never attempted to find another, knowing full well that irreplaceable was not hyperbole.
That said, company might be available for the price of a few cocktails, so I jumped in my trusty Mustang and headed out on the town.
My first stop was a little club in a downtown hotel where I had found enjoyable company a few times over the past few years. It was a well-known mixing place, favored by singles and was notorious for being a pickup joint frequently hosting travelers seeking brief comfort in a stranger's arms. My last connection there was actually a flight attendant who was laying over for the night and a whole day before flying out again the next day.
She was a bit older than I, but she was still attractive at least as much for her delightful vivacity and a wicked, sarcastic sense of humor as her tight body and ready smile. As it happened, she was wonderful in bed, passionately greedy in taking her pleasure and amazingly generous in giving it back. We had a hell of time the night we met and the next day too. As I drove, I savored memories of that wonderful adventure, particularly the breakfast we shared courtesy of room service in her hotel room the next morning when we ordered one of everything and fed each other bites of each dish.
I officially stopped reminiscing as I walked into the club and perused the scene. The crowd was a bit sparse, but it was early yet so I picked out a stool and ordered a single malt neat before settling in. I did notice a woman sitting alone in a booth. She had short blonde hair and seemed pretty cute in the dim lighting. I figured her for a flight attendant. It seemed like she might have noticed my attention, so I raised my glass and nodded to her. She nodded back and raised her glass.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, so I got off my stool and wandered over casually.
"Would you care for some company?"
"Da, I would."
Her voice was strongly accented, apparently Russian. I took a seat across the banquette from her. I noticed that her glass was nearly empty.
"Refill?"
"I have room in hotel, bottle there in frigerator, you like vodka?"
She pronounced it "Wodka."
"Vodka's fine."
I laid a twenty on the table as she rose from her seat and led the way out of the club, clearly expecting me to follow. She knew I was hooked and the subtle smile she wore told me I was in for a fun time.
She triggered the door lock, ushered me inside, flipped the interior lock across and stalked toward me with a hungry look in her eye. Her room showed evidence of a recent visit from the maid, including turned down bed linen and a chocolate on the pillow.
She spread her arms when she got to me. One hand went behind my head and the other cupped my butt. She kissed me aggressively, plundering my mouth with her tongue and pulled us together with her hands. She pressed herself to me, rubbing against my rapidly stiffening cock.
The hand that had been cupping my butt slipped between us so she could explore the bulge pressing against her vulva.
I began to speak, and she said, "Fuck first, talk later."
And fuck we did, and again. Oh my, we fucked like no one had ever fucked before.
We fucked each other into exhaustion. Her pussy was deliciously wet, and she had a way of clenching my cock with her muscles milking me, that gave me exquisite pleasure.
We took vodka breaks every so often and passed enough conversation for me to learn that she was in town for business. What business that was exactly, she evaded specifying and I didn't pursue an answer to that question. I honestly didn't care and so there was no point in making an issue of anything that could derail the night's delights.
After stopping for refueling one time, she went down and took my flagging cock in her mouth and fluffed me back to readiness with the most astonishing oral skills I had ever had the pleasure to enjoy. She was able to take me all the way into her throat easily and the sensation of her tight throat clenching my meat was magic.
During one brief break we discovered that our names were a remarkable coincidence. Hers was Alix and mine is Alex. We shared a laugh at that before attacking each other once again.
After the action finally drained me, she urged me to demonstrate my oral skills and when I didn't balk at cleaning my own semen from her pussy, she eagerly took advantage of my enthusiasm at continuing our pleasure that way.
"You are excellent lover, Alex."
"You are too, Alix."
We shared a chuckle at our names again and she pushed me onto my back and went down on me again. I really loved her mouth and the way she worked her tongue, then took me all the way deep in her throat, her nose pressing against my pelvis. When she had me ready to go again, she raised up, gave me a quick kiss and spoke in a voice husky from deep throating my cock.
"You like fuck my ass, dollink?"
"I would, very much."
"Give me second to get lube."
She popped out of bed, scurried into the bathroom and returned quickly with a bottle of lube. She spread a generous coating on my cock, then handed it to me and rolled over. I gave her crack a coat and then squirted some into her hole. She pulled one of the pillows sideways under her pelvis to raise her butt invitingly, gave herself a little wiggle, twerking for me.
"I like nice hard fucking in ass, don't worry, I don't break."
I took her at her word, guided me crown to her starfish, grabbed her hips and thrust firmly into her. She pushed back and I was fully embedded in her rectum in one thrust. She gasped but quickly confirmed her earlier instruction.
"Fuck me hard, pound ass, I love this."
