The novelty of traveling had worn off quickly and over time he had resigned himself to nights alone in hotels, eating takeout food. He spent three weeks out of four on the road, and that aspect of his life had become quite tedious. The local nightlife here in suburban New Jersey was usually nothing to write home about either.
At the end of that particular workday, the branch employees had invited him to join them at a local pub to celebrate a coworker's birthday. It had actually been a pretty fun night – for once the bar had good live entertainment, the conversation was witty, the drinks flowed freely, and the women in attendance were particularly good looking. He had enjoyed himself immensely. But as with all things, the night was ending and they said their goodbyes as they walked to their cars.
One of the women, a gregarious blond with a pretty face and enormous boobs, fell in next to him as he walked toward his car.
"I left my car at the office," she said. "Do you think you could give me a ride back?" Never one to deprive himself of good looking company, he immediately agreed. It was on the way to the hotel, but he would have driven out of his way to be alone with this beauty.
She was more looped than he was, so their small talk was interspersed with fits of giggling and laughter at his lame attempts at humor. As he drove, she rested her left hand on his right thigh, a rather intimate gesture from someone he barely knew. Her fingers even rubbed his leg, causing an immediate reaction in his nether regions. He pulled into the parking lot next to her car and turned off the ignition.
Wasting no time and without a word, she lifted her left hand, put it behind his head, and pulled his face to her, planting a long, deep, hungry kiss on him. Her tongue pushed insistently into his mouth and a moan rumbled up from her throat. Obviously anxious for something, her right hand had dropped to his crotch and her fingers explored his ever hardening manhood through his pants. Breaking the kiss, she gave an exasperated sigh and used both hands to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, reach into his boxers, and pull out his raging hardon. In a moment she had him fully in her mouth.
What she lacked in finesse she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Her head moved rapidly up and down, as if his was the last cock in existence and she wanted all of it at once. He didn't think it was possible for a woman to move her head that fast with a cock in her mouth, but she proved it could be done.
Between the friction of her lips and her following hand, his orgasm came quickly. He always warned his partners – "Oh man, I'm cumming" – but she kept at it, so he rightly figured she wanted the final prize. As he began to spasm, she stopped her movements and kept her mouth around him as each spurt filled it, the excess running out of her lips and dribbling down his shaft. As his cock began to finally soften she lifted her mouth from it and swallowed the huge deposit he had made. With another long, lingering kiss, she smiled, opened the door, and left with a quick "Until next time...". He was left breathless at everything that had just happened.
Subsequent trips became much more interesting. The best part is that they both entered into this without any expectations of the other – they both liked sex, and they didn't play any silly games about commitment or love. Their respective mates didn't have to know about it; there were no repercussions, nothing beyond some no-strings, unattached, casual sex. He had come to appreciate the way East Coast women knew what they wanted and had no problem going after it.
On his next visit they had gone to the same bar, but as soon as they were back in the car her face was buried in his lap without even a nod to preparation. Another energetic blowjob, another load swallowed eagerly. Not many words, just oral sex.
Each meeting took things a step further. On his next trip she met him for drinks at the hotel bar. There was even less pretension this time – they knew from the start where it was going, and just lubed the rails with some alcohol.
They actually had more to drink than they had planned, and the thoughts of what both of them knew was going to happen added to the excitement of anticipation. They made small talk in the elevator and down the hall to his room. Once in the door they were all over each other, groping and rubbing and kissing, each hungry for the other. She was wearing a short skirt, and she slipped her shoes off then slid the skirt and her panties off in a flash. He wanted to finally see all of her, so he unzipped her sweater. She shrugged that off quickly unclasped her bra, adding that to the pile of clothes on the floor. He dropped his pants and boxers and ripped off his shirt.
Her boobs were as glorious as he had imagined. These were the real thing, not the invention of some plastic surgeon. She was of an age that they stood upright on their own in spite of their size - he estimated that was a D cup - which made them all the more appealing. Almost perfectly round, they were pale in the room light, with nipples and aureoles just the right contrasting pink. He reached for them.
She was too anxious to waste time on foreplay. Taking his hands as he reached out, she pulled him back toward the bed until she fell backward into it, then slid herself up onto the pillows. Spreading her legs wide, she reached for him.
"There'll be time for all that later. Right now I need you to fuck me," she said.
He sought to oblige her wishes and knelt between her legs, and she grabbed his cock and guided it expertly into her already wet pussy. Burying himself in her, he immediately began pumping. He could feel his balls against her ass on every thrust, and her legs moved next him like pistons, pulling him in. He felt the smoothness of her thighs against his sides, the firm mountains of her breasts pressing into his chest, and heard her grunting and heavy breathing as they both approached orgasm.
A whimper escaped her lips as she came and pressed her body tightly against his for several moments; he could feel the spasms of her orgasm around his cock. He started thrusting again, but just as he began to cum she whispered "Don't cum in me!" He pulled out and shot his hot load onto her stomach and those beautiful tits, then collapsed onto her chest.
When their breathing had returned to normal he got out of bed and fetched a towel, returning to wipe his cum from their bodies. Throwing the towel aside, he laid on his back as she lay next to him, her breast resting on his chest and her head on his shoulder.
