Business was good, so good that most of us were needed in the field. Kathryn and I soon found ourselves on the road at various customer sites. While we were rarely in the same state, we usually called each other once or twice a week.
Usually we commiserated over the headaches at the customer site, the hardships of being a road warrior, or just life in general. It was always reassuring to hear a sympathetic voice. Kathryn was also good for a little phone sex from time to time also. I loved it. As I often told her, Kathryn gave great phone.
We were expected to stay at a certain national chain of hotels to get a special corporate rate. These hotels were pretty much "cookie cutter" hotels - each one like the other. They offered the same services and amenities, although some hotels had extra benefits. Sometimes I would get upgraded to a suite because of my frequent guest status (Diamond Tier, the highest). Kathryn had not been traveling as much as I had, but had still earned Gold Tier.
I was outside Atlanta and Kathryn was in Indianapolis. It was Monday night and we'd both had a tough first day on-site.
"How's your room?" I asked.
"Very nice, I got upgraded to a suite," she said. "I could get used to this. A lot more room and they have a whirlpool tub."
"Damn," I answered. "I didn't get anything here as a Diamond."
"Well, I'm only a Gold, but I got something you don't," she paused, "or should I say I've got two somethings you don't." She laughed. Kathryn could manipulate any man. A flutter of the eyelids, a cute little pouty smile and most men just melted.
We mostly talked shop while I casually flipped through the TV channels. Finding nothing to watch, I flipped to the adult pay-per-view movies.
"Hey, do you have Pay-Per-View movies there?" I asked.
"Yeah, the only interesting ones are the pornos," she said. "These poor people, they fuck for twenty minutes and nobody cums because of the editing. They have to be the most frustrated people on earth!" she laughed.
We compared titles and discovered they were the same movies. We were laughing at the various titles and descriptions of the "plot."
"The most important thing is on the bottom though. Running time and number of sex scenes." I said.
"Why, so you can pace yourself?" she joked. "Don't want to blow on the first scene after all, then the rest of the movie gets boring."
"Oh no," I reassured her. "I just want to make sure I have enough to drink so I don't get dehydrated after cumming that many times."
Kathryn laughed. "Oh you wish! I bet you're good for two a night. Maybe three if you've gotten plenty of rest."
"Hey, I'll have you know that I've gone four and five times. It was the best 20 seconds those women ever had, too!" I protested as Kathryn burst out in laughter.
"Hey, let's watch the same movie," Kathryn suggested. "It'll be fun to laugh at together."
We soon agreed on a movie and began and sat back to watch.
The "plot" was predictably bad, and we enjoyed a few laughs adding our own dialog to the script.
Soon the sex scenes began. The first sex scene began with oral sex.
"My specialty," Kathryn chuckled.
"Man, I miss blowjobs," I lamented.
"Every guy does after he gets married," Kathryn laughed. "That's why you need to get as many as you can while you're single."
"Wow, she's a pro," I noted in the movie.
"Yeah, I prefer to stroke while I give head," Kathryn noted. "You can take your mouth off every few minutes and just go to a handjob for a little bit to rest before you go back to sucking. See, just like she's doing now. Plus it keeps the guy going."
"Keeping a guy going? If you keep me aroused, I'm more likely to cum." I laughed.
"That's what I mean. I want to get him cumming soon, it's easier on me. If it were real fucking, maybe I'd want him to last, but if it's just head, let get the show on the road!" she explained.
"Hey, hold on a sec, OK?" she asked.
"Sure," I answered.
"Back," she said a half-minute later, "Wanted to get comfortable."
"Comfortable, as in lost the shoes, or more?"
"More... MUCH more," she laughed. "So much more comfortable this way," she paused and then added in a sexy voice, "and so much more convenient too."
The video and the phone conversation quickly had stirred my cock, so I reached down and unbuckled and unzipped my pants.
"Lost everything?" I asked.
"No, I'd just put on in a football shirt" she answered. Kathryn loved to hang out in an oversized football shirt. She didn't like sports; she just had several "souvenirs" from grateful football players when she was in High School. "But I can," she added seductively, "if you'll join me.
"Best deal I've made all month," I laughed. "Gimme a sec."
I peeled off my shirt before cradling the phone and continuing to undress. In a few seconds, I heard Kathryn ask, "Done?"
"Yep, you?" I asked as I lay down on the bed naked.
"Thought I'd wait for you," she answered seductively.
"I've already taken off my panties," she began. "But it'd be hard to tell with this jersey on. But as I lift it up, you can see my pussy. I keep pulling it up and you can see my bra. Hold a sec," she paused for a second. "OK, I just pulled it over my head and I am standing here in just a bra. It is my black lace bra, it's low cut and my boobs are spilling out. I run my hand over my boobs and squeeze my nipple. Ooh!"
I was enjoying our conversation. Unlike phone sex services, there was no doubt that Kathryn was doing what she was describing. She was enjoying this conversation as much as I was.
"I unhook my bra and my boobs just burst from my body as they are released. I drop my bra and stand here naked. My nipples need attention, so I am rubbing them gently. Mmmmmmm!"
I was stroking myself and enjoying her description when suddenly she blurted out, "Oh look!" I looked over to the TV to see the scene change to a titty-fuck. "THAT is what my boobs need right now. I want to pinch my nipples while I squeeze my boobs around a rock-hard cock! Man, that feels so good! God, it's been weeks!"
"Weeks is better than years," I said. "Maria tried it once, which was enough for her," I laughed.
"I love a cock between my boobs, especially when he cums!" Kathryn answered eagerly.
"God, you're killing me here," I laughed. I began stroking my cock to the thought of sliding myself between Kathryn's breasts.
"You know the best thing?" she continued, using her sexy voice. "When he cums I love to rub it into my boobs, ALL around. Then I take him into my mouth and clean him up. Mmmmm. When you cum tonight, I want you to imagine that. Shoot your load on my boobs and let me lick you clean. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed. "That would be great. I would love to tit-fuck you, but not before I got to taste that delicious pussy!"
"Oh yeah?" she asked. "What would you do?"
"Well for starters, I like to start slow by licking and caressing your thighs. I brush your pussy, but keep moving between your thighs, moving closer to your pussy and then pulling back. I want you to beg... "
"Fuck begging, I'm gonna grab your head and push my pussy into your face. Eat me you tease!" she laughed.
