Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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The moment I saw her, I knew there was something special about her. She was a tall, statuesque brunette, well dressed, with impeccable makeup. There was some sort of instant attraction, and maybe she felt it also. She walked straight over to the empty bar seat next to me.
We were in the hotel bar of the J.W. Marriott hotel in downtown Austin. I had attended a seminar all day and was now cooling my heels before heading home.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked.
"Not at all. Please join me." I said as I stood and helped her with the tall bar stool. "May I buy you a drink?"
"A glass of Merlot would be lovely." she replied.
The barkeep took our order, a Merlot for the lady, and another scotch on the rocks for myself. I could sense she was checking out my every move and I assumed she was attracted by my appearance. I'm six feet four inches, with an athletic build and quite well dressed in one of my best business suits.
"I'm Jim." I said while extending my hand. "Are you visiting Austin?"
"Pleased to meet you Jim. I'm Alessia. Just here for one night." she replied with a warm smile. "And you?"
"I live and work in Austin." I replied and took a sip of my scotch. "Just here for a business seminar and decided to have a drink before heading home. Glad I did."
"I just drove in from Houston." Alessia said. "So much traffic in both cities and on the road in between. I need a drink."
"I'm glad I don't have far to drive." I added. "But I'll still let the traffic thin out before tackling the road."
"So, what sort of business seminar?" she asked. I wasn't sure if she was just making small talk, or really trying to get to know me better.
"A collection of speakers about ethics in technology." I replied.
"You don't look like a techie." she responded casually and took a sip of her wine.
"Actually I'm an attorney, specializing in technology legal issues. I was one of the speakers." I replied.
Alessia appeared impressed that I was an attorney. She sat more upright and flashed her eyes at me. I turned on my barstool to more directly face her.
"May I ask what brings you to Austin for just one night?" I asked.
She paused, as if deciding how much to tell me about herself. She held her wine glass with one hand and ran a fingertip from her other hand around the rim of the glass. Then she turned back towards me.
"I'm an internal auditor for a major financial institution in Houston. We have a branch in Austin and I come here every other week to check their records." she replied.
"How long have you been doing this? And how do you like Austin?" I asked, hoping to keep her talking about herself.
Her finger circled the rim of the glass one more time before she pulled it away and turned to face me.
"This is my fourth trip. And I must admit I haven't seen much outside this hotel, and the branch office I need to visit in the morning." she replied while looking at me in a way that suggested she wanted something different.
"Care to join me for a light dinner? There is a fabulous sushi bar just a block west of here." I asked.
"That sounds wonderful." she replied.
We made more small talk while we finished our drinks and I paid the tab. Twenty minutes later we were seated in the sushi bar, had fresh drinks, and continued our discussions. I think I told her more about myself, in response to her questions, than she told me about herself when I asked similar questions.
I told her that I was 28 years old and I had attended Rice University on a football scholarship, being third string quarterback with very limited playing time. But it allowed me to earn a valued degree which I followed with a law degree at UT Austin. I spent a lot of time with my law practice, having discovered a lucrative niche in the field of legal ethics in technology. I was single, no children, and currently without a steady girlfriend.
From my questions to her, I learned she was a bit younger than I, but not exactly how much. She had a business degree from the University of Houston. She was single but she avoided giving a straightforward answer about whether she was in any sort of a relationship. In these times, that could mean about anything from a fiancée, to a boyfriend, to a fuck buddy, to a lesbian relationship, or to no one at all.
As we ate and drank, our conversation continued about several topics. We both were getting comfortable with each other, obviously enjoying each other's company. When we left the restaurant and stepped out onto the sidewalk, she slipped her arm through mine and leaned close to me.
"May I walk you back to your hotel?" I asked, knowing of course that I would.
"Only if you walk me back to my room." she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
"I'll do whatever the lady requests." I said in an indirect way.
"Maybe you'll discover I'm not always a lady." was her response.
"I think I could enjoy that."
"I think you likely will."
We had reached the street intersection and were waiting on the crosswalk light. I turned to face Alessia and she looked up at me, desire in her eyes. I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.
She moaned softly. "I think you do know how to treat a lady." she purred.
Within minutes we were entering the door to her hotel room, more of a suite with a king sized bed and a separate seating area. The room also had a bar area with a mini fridge. After I closed the door behind us, we embraced and kissed. Her perfume was enticing. I was becoming aroused, and hoping that I wasn't mistaken by her intentions. We broke the kiss and she stepped back.
"There's a bottle of scotch over there." she said as she waved her hand towards the bar. "Why don't you pour each of us a drink and get comfortable, while I step in here for a moment."
She stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door. I removed my jacket and tie, laying them over the back of a chair, and then poured a generous shot of scotch into two glasses which I then set down on the coffee table. I then took a seat on the comfortable sofa awaiting her appearance.
About ten minutes passed before she stepped out of the bathroom. Even though I had hoped to see a lovely vision, she blew me away. She had lost the work attire and now clearly showed her beautiful curves. Alessia was wearing only a low cut black lace bra, a matching black lace thong, and her sheer black stockings which were held up by a black lace garter belt. She had a perfect hourglass figure, likely a 36D breast, narrow waist, and 36 hips. She had fixed up her hair, her long flowing curls laying upon her shoulders. And she had re-done her makeup; heavier eye shadow, thicker mascara, a bit more blush on her cheeks, and wore a dark red lipstick. She struck a pose, one leg straight, the other slightly bent, her hips shifted to the side, and her hands resting upon her hips. She gave me a "come fuck me" look.
I exhaled and then whistled. "Damn Alessia. You look hot!" I said as I rose to my feet facing towards her.
"You like?" she said sarcastically as she walked towards me.
"Fuck, yeah." I said, unconcerned about my language.
"Well, that's the idea." She replied.
We embraced and kissed again, a more passionate kiss. I was definitely getting aroused, and I could feel my cock twitching in my pants. Alessia put her hand over my crotch and felt my cock.
"Hmmmm. This I will have to see." she said seductively.
Alessia picked up one of the glasses of scotch and took a sip.
"You look like you could use this." she said as she handed the glass to me.
We were still standing in the middle of the bedroom.
"You're overdressed. I can help with that." she said as she lowered herself down onto her knees.
She carefully removed my shoes and set them aside. Then she unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants, and lowered the zipper.
Let's see what you've got." she said seductively. She pulled down my pants a bit until she was able to pull my shirttail out. Then she could grab the waist of my pants as well as the waist of my boxers at the same time and pull my lower garments down to my ankles. I raised one foot and then the other to allow her to completely remove my pants and boxers which she carefully laid over the chair that already had my jacket and tie.
My cock was nearly completely hard and stuck out a full eight inches. I was also blessed to have a thick cock with prominent veins. The lovers I'd had all loved my cock. After laying down my clothes, she turned and looked at my cock, sticking out right in front of her face. She smiled at me and took my cock into her hand.
"Yes this is nice." She said as she examined my hard meat. "A really nice size."