My name is Easton. No, I don't know what my parents had in mind when they named me and I never bothered to ask them. But my name isn't really part of this story. Well, not that name anyway.
What is part of the story, the very first part, ostensibly the most important part, is the fact I travel quite a bit for my job. And to make the most of that I fly with the same airline and stay at hotels that are part of the same chain; in this case Inns by Cheslea. But that's not interesting. What is interesting was a chance discovery I made one night and the world it opened to me.
My flight out of Phoenix was delayed by several hours. Of course this meant I got to my destination for that evening much later than planned. I ate dinner on the drive from the airport to the hotel, and after checking in I headed down to the lounge to have a drink and unwind before going to bed. The bar was set to close at eleven, so my arrival at five 'til was fortunate.
Happy to have my gin and tonic, I turned from the bar and took a seat in a comfortable chair at a low round table opposite another chair. I absently watched a ball game on one of the large monitors as the bartender cleared the bar and turned down the lights. At ten minutes after eleven a woman sat down in the chair across the table from me. Surprised, I looked around and noticed two other women had entered the area and were seating themselves. One, like my new table mate, had joined another person. But the other was seated alone in a booth. All of this took seconds and I returned my attention to the woman nearest me. She was attractive, dressed nicely but not expensively, and her blouse was unbuttoned more than halfway to her waist. The blouse was white, and though not really sheer it was immediately obvious to me she was not wearing a bra.
"Good evening," I said, "but it seems you've arrived a bit late for the bar."
She smiled back at me. "Oh, that's ok, I didn't come down here looking for a drink anyway." She leaned in, and as she did her breasts swung toward me, threatening to escape their loose confinement.
I was intrigued but had no idea where she was going with this. Instantly part of my brain ran a scenario where she was in my room and that blouse was no longer in the way. I shook it off. "Well, if you're not here for a drink, is there anything I can do for you?" I looked around and gestured toward the other late arrivals. "Or for your friends?"
Her expression was quizzical and she sat slightly back, "I'm not with them." One eyebrow rose as she considered me, "You aren't part of the club, are you?"
I of course had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn't let that bother me. I smiled at her, "Are there dues or an entry form I need to fill out?"
She turned in her place and tilted her head slightly. It was a good thirty seconds before her smile returned, and perhaps with a hint of mischief. She seemed to reach a decision then, leaning forward once more and motioning me to do the same. "No, there isn't anything like that. It isn't that kind of club," she said quietly.
I finished my drink and sat it back on the table, waiting for her to make the next move as I felt certain there was a next move. Turning over her phone she withdrew a business card from a holder on the back and placed it on the table before she leaned back and slowly wetted her lips with her tongue. Retrieving the card, I read the front:
Alison
Player, The Inn Club
Also listed was a phone number. Turning the card over I stole a glance at its owner. She crossed her legs and nodded. If the front of the card was cryptic, the back of the card was both specific -and- cryptic. It read:
Solo, het, Oral, DF
My mouth was quite suddenly dry. I understood the list, or at least close enough I figured, but I had no idea what to do with this information. Looking up she waggled her phone at me. "Since I assume you don't have a card, text me."
Mind racing, I picked up my phone from the table and unlocked it. I entered her number.
Me: 'um, what's next?'
Alison: 'send me your info'
Me: '?'
Alison: 'those are some starting details, pass me yours'
I blinked at the bluntness on the screen. My mouth was still dry. My phone chimed again.
Alison: 'Your turn.'
I used the first name that popped in my head and swallowed heavily. 'Alex,solo, het, oral, DF'
She looked up at me then back to her phone. '421, 15 minutes.' Then she stood and left without another word.
After watching her depart I noticed the rest of the bar was empty. In disbelief I stood and made my way hurriedly to my room. I took a quick shower, put on clean clothes, slid my room key into a pocket, and headed for room 421.
Punctually at eleven thirty five I knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal Alison in a white robe. The robe was not tied and it hung open to reveal a lovely pair of rather large breasts, a smooth mound and nice legs. Nude save for the robe, she was grinning at me as I finished looking her over.
As I took a step into the room I said, "Bold assumption that you're inviting me in." I heard the door close and the security bolt latch and noted with pleasure there was no one else in the room. Like my room there was a king size bed and a couch.
I felt her hands touch my back and then slide around to my waist. I could feel her breath on my neck and she said softly, "You are overdressed." She walked around me and went toward the couch, dropping the robe to reveal her callipygian back side. By the time she turned and sat on the couch my shoes were off and my shirt was over my head. As she spread her legs wide and leaned back I stripped off my slacks, underwear and socks. My cock was nearly at full attention and I hadn't touched her.
As one hand stroked her pussy she looked me over. I walked to her and she took hold of my dick and gave it a squeeze. "A hard cock is what I was looking for tonight, glad you can provide." She let go of me and smiled, "Now start licking and I'll explain a couple things."
I knelt in front of her and leaned in. Figuring a long tease was not what she had in mind at this point I slid my hands under her ass and put a lip lock on her pussy. A sharp intake of breath was her instant reply, then "Ooh, fuck yes. Lick me Alex and I'll do whatever you want."
I figured I would work my hardest to get her off quickly and distract her from talking if I could. Looking up I watched as she tweaked her nipples and laid her head back, eyes closed.
As she breathed ever more heavily and occasionally grunted in a most feminine way, she was able to intermittently speak in short sentences. But first, she gave some direction. "Alex, nnngh, that's lovely. Slide two fingers in and hit my, oh yes, that's it. That will do it."
"Usually the first thing you do in the room," she said with a pant, "is talk details. We're not dating so we don't need to, mmmm, spend time, mmmm, getting to know each other."
She suddenly grabbed my hair and ground her pussy into my face. Understanding she was on the cusp of a climax, I made sure to continue exactly what I was doing. Sure enough a moment later she clenched my fingers rhythmically as her breath caught. I continued to lick and finger her until it was clear she had come back down. I kissed my way down her inner thigh to her knee then looked up at her, her face quite flush.
I stroked my cock and asked, "What kind of details do we exchange?"
"I'll go first and you'll get the idea." She motioned for me to stand and she started stroking me. "I love to be eaten, and be sure to rub my g-spot. Two fingers are usually best. My favorite position is whatever will get you to fuck me the hardest. Come wherever you like, but not in my hair if you can avoid it. I'm usually up for a few rounds if you are, but you need to leave by two so I can sleep."
She leaned forward and took me in her mouth. I breathed in sharply then started. "I typically have a short fuse, so unless you want a mouthful you should slow down. I can, however, get hard again after only ten or fifteen minutes and can do that for a while, or at least until two. I'd love to come on your face, tits or inside you."
Her mouth popped off my cock, though she continued to stroke me. "Anything else I should know?"
I was surprisingly close already, "It's been a really long time since I got a blowjob."
She gave me a brilliant smile, "Drought's over, Alex." She slid her hand to my balls as she took me deep in her mouth and worked some kind of black magic with her tongue. Consciously trying to avoid moving my hips, I reached down and grabbed her tits as she brought me ever closer. Her left hand grabbed my right and moved it firmly from her breast to her hair.
Guessing what she wanted I grabbed a fistful of her hair. I was groaning like crazy, saying things like "I'm gonna come in your mouth Alison!" Suddenly I had the feeling I was about to climax. I squeezed her breast hard and held her hair tighter as I grunted "Oh fuck yes!" When she made some kind of whimper around my cock I was ready. Holding tight to the hair at the back of her head I moved my hips back and forth just a little, trying not really fuck her face but unable to not move my hips. My cock swelled, I went over, and then pulse after pulse flooded her mouth.
Not missing a beat Alison gamely swallowed every drop and continued to rub me with her tongue until I slowly pulled away a minute or so later. She smiled at me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Well done Alex. I'm very pleased with my selection tonight." She stood and took my hand. "Fifteen minutes you said?"
"At most. Probably less tonight."
She reclined on the bed and motioned for me to join her. "Oh?" She said.
"You are stunning, you suck cock, and this situation is nuts."
She rested her head on my chest and started stroking me again. I reached down for a handful of breast. "Can you give me the backstory?"
