A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Thirteen. 1997.
(March.) Gary, mid-twenties.
The hotel, paid for by the client company, proved to be a plush affair although the receptionist informed me that the lift was out of order. She summoned a porter to carry my luggage up to the room, which was on the second floor.
He paused at the foot of the second flight of stairs, ostensibly to fasten a shoelace, though glancing down I could see nothing wrong with it. Telling me to continue and he'd catch me up the porter knelt to fasten the shoelace. Climbing the stairs I quickly realised the real reason the porter was hanging back was to look up my skirt as I ascended. The skirt wasn't unduly short but I surmised that he would probably see my stocking tops.
Locating my room I let myself in thinking two can play at that game. Delayed by his shoelace ploy the porter arrived to find me stretched out on the bed, skirt halfway up my thighs. I told him tongue in cheek that I was checking the comfort of it as hotel beds could be a bit problematic. The porter was staring wide eyed and I knew he could see my panties.
"Where do you want it?" he asked eventually.
"Where do I want what?"
"I was talking about your luggage but maybe it's something else you want."
Sitting on the side of the bed the porter ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. Finding I merely smiled the guy pushed my skirt even higher; right up over the waist band of my panties.
"It's usually guys looking for a bit on the side when away from home," he said, talking quickly. "But it seems to me you might be trying the same game."
The guy had presumably noticed my wedding ring.
He certainly wasn't slow and as he pulled my panties down told me his name was Gary and the best way of testing the bed was fucking; problem was he didn't know how long it would be before he was paged by the receptionist or manager.
"I could give you a 'quickie' now if you're game and come back later when I finish work for a long session," he said, throwing the panties to the floor and staring eagerly between my thighs.
"You're on," I replied, spreading my legs further to his obvious delight.
I don't think I've ever seen a guy remove trousers and underpants as fast as Gary did that day. Mounting me he said, "your cunt's nice and wet anyway so no need for lengthy foreplay."
With that his penis drove inside and he began fucking me
It didn't last long but with Gary's promise to return later I took a shower hoping I hadn't been duped and he really did return. Although I find a 'quickie' carries an excitement of a kind there's nothing beats a really long session of lovemaking to my mind.
He did return, using his pass key to gain access to my room where he found me laying naked on the bed reading a novel.
"Now that's what I call a welcoming sight," he grinned and began undressing.
Teasing Gary about his blatant ploy to look up my skirt I very slowly parted my legs. He was staring avidly between them and getting into a tangle with his clothing as a result.
"You're one randy lady," he commented, throwing his underpants on top of the rest of his clothing.
Sitting on the side of the bed he even took his socks off which greatly pleased me and I told him so.
"Well I'm staying the night, aren't I?"
"Of course, you'd be most welcome," I told Gary, my eyes on his lovely penis. "But haven't you a wife or family home to go to?"
In his mid-twenties, Gary told me that he lodged at the hotel during his rostered work period, as did a few other members of staff, adding "I've a crappy little room right up in the attic, not big enough for anything but a single bed."
Lowing his face between my thighs Gary went to work with his tongue and all conversation ceased.
He was good at cunnilingus, no doubt about that, and as I came back down to earth following an incredible orgasm I gasped that he was very welcome to stay the night.
"Particularly if you do that to me again in the morning."
"No problem," he smiled, kneeling over my face so that I could take the lovely penis into my mouth.
After a moment or two, Gary removed his penis from my mouth and urged me to lick his balls. Of course I was happy to oblige, eventually sucking them which clearly excited him.
He moved on top of me then and inserting his penis asked if I did this sort of thing often.
"From time to time," I admitted. "Though only with guys I find attractive."
Gary began fucking me steadily and in a very controlled manner this time, very different from the 'quickie' earlier and was evidently intent on drawing out the pleasure of the act for as long as possible.
"I like it when a woman admits to liking sex," he commented, his penis thrusts slowing.
"It's more than a liking with me, I love sex in all its ramifications," I replied, running my hands slowly down Gary's back to squeeze his buttocks.
I eased them apart and teasing his anus with a finger tip told Gary I loved to indulge in all things sexual.
"Does that include anal intercourse then?" he asked quickly.
"Of course," I smiled up at the guy, slipping a finger inside his anus.