The elevator ride is short, as the hotel is far from a high-rise. On the way up she is all over me, hand gripping my balls while she stands on her toes to kiss me, pressing her breasts into my chest. When her tongue is not forcing its way into my mouth, she is firmly biting my lip, not enough to hurt, but close...
The door opens at my floor. She lets me off the back wall of the elevator and we step out. Concierge level. The floor is abandoned on Friday night. Sunday through Thursday this place is packed with sales reps, consultants and traveling employees of the many large company headquarters in the area. On weekends, perhaps the delayed traveler, leaf peepers in the fall and perhaps a wedding party (though I would not want to attend a wedding here -- seriously an airport Hotel?). We head to my room at the far corner of the hotel, top floor.
I worked the key card and pushed the door open. Debbie pushed me through the door and shut it behind her. She had a total "Gotcha" look in her eyes as she leaned back against the shut door, baring my exit with her body, eyes and pure lustful chemistry. There was no question this horny forty-something was going to take everything she wanted. My cock was rock-hard and she was staring at the bulge in my shorts.
"Time to see what we have here", she said as she took my hand and walked me into the room. This was a suite. "Nice room" she commented. "No neighbors to disturb tonight, is my guess" she went on. "Now, Show me the goods". I began to unbuckle my belt. "the shirt first, lets not get impatient". I smiled and unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it onto the little coffee table and stepping out of my shoes (slip on, like any platinum traveler post 9-11). She was standing less than a foot from me, she ran her nails softly down my chest and stomach. "Not bad for an old dude" she grinned and winked. "Now to the main event". I smiled, feeling almost shy under her gaze, hoping not to disappoint. I started on my belt but my hands fumbled a bit -- her stare was almost too much for me. Something about this woman's aura, or chemistry or whatever hocus-pocus crap they all talk about was causing me to loose it. "Don't be nervous, let me help you with that." She deftly undid my belt, pants and zipper. She slid my pants and briefs to my knees then grasped my cock firmly. "Very nice, really" stroking me a bit and staring directly into my eyes. She pushed me gently backward so that I fell into the love seat sized couch.
"Be a good boy and take those pants all the way off." She undid her top showing a black lacy bra holding in a fabulous set of D-sized breasts. Her figure was very nice. Slight roll of fat near her pant line, but otherwise perfect. Like me, she had the body of a seasoned but conscious business traveler. "Mind if I let the 'girls' out?" I replied as any gentleman in my position would, "By all means, please do." She unsnapped the bra, releasing a beautiful pair of breasts. Nice, round, natural, with only a slight droop. She smiled at my reaction "Original equipment big boy, and I know you like from your naughty peeks in the bar." She leaned over me, her breasts inches from my face. "Kiss the girls, but keep your hands off!" I leaned forward, kissing each one, gently licking and sucking each nipple as she made first her right then her left available to my mouth. "Good Boy." I nearly had to sit on my hands.